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  1. owlman76

    Hi from holly from England

    Welcome, I'm in the UK too, may I ask which area, you are in, I'm on the Merseyside/Cheshire border.
  2. owlman76

    You'll, do it my way

    The three young women had worked at the riding centre for a little under a year, in fact they'd all started on the same day, they were all in there early twenties and all quite attractive, something that did not go unnoticed by the centres owner, and not something she'd been overly happy about! She'd been quite a looker herself in her younger days with her trim figure and shoulder length blonde hair, but now as she approached her mid fifties, things had begun to change, she was a little thicker around her midriff, her once pert rear wasn't quite as pert, it sagged a little in all but the tightest jodhpurs, and her days of going braless, were long gone, so seeing these fit attractive young ladies made her feel rather angry, also, where once she'd been the centre of attention, now the male clients seemed happier to deal with these younger, more attractive girls. In an attempt to detract from their good looks, she'd gone out of her way to make their dress as unattractive as possible, their jodhpurs were the cheapest available, and rather saggy around the rear, their tops were baggy and they wore the short boots, rather than the long ones, she and most other girls wore at the other stables, even the pertest bottom looked distinctly un-sexy in those saggy black jodhpurs. One day the young women had been chatting, they'd all had enough of her trying to make them look dowdy, in an attempt to make herself look more attractive, and they agreed that the following day they'd all wear their own clothes, little did they realise what the consequences of their actions would be, or how painfully they'd remember it for several days later, for the young blonde one it would end in a particularly painful and humiliating experience! The following day when they arrived for work, they were all dressed the same, a crisp white blouse, tight beige jodhpurs, and long, shiny black leather boots, and very sexy they looked too, they'd even decided to wear panties, not tiny one's, but just big enough to give a slightly visible line beneath the tight jodhpurs. If men liked women in jodhpurs, they seemed to find them even more attractive if there was just a hint of a panty line, it seemed to highlight the delights that were barely hidden by the taught material, it also helped hide the damp patch, if a girl got a little overexcited while riding. They were stood by the main stable block, discussing the days work, when all hell broke loose! "What the hell do you think you're playing at!" screamed a woman's voice, they all, instantly turned around to see the owner, the aptly named Ms Rider, storming angrily towards them. She looked at the three women, then once again began to rant at them, "where are your uniforms, why are you dressed like this, who's idea was it to disobey me?".before they could answer even one of the questions, she was at it again, " I know what you're up to, trying to chat up the male clients, hoping they'll spend money on you, or maybe even ask you to marry them, well I'm not having it, get into the barn!" She herded the three young women into the large building and made them stand in a line while she inspected them, the first, a slim girl with long dark hair cast her eyes towards the ground in a feeble attempt to avoid angering Ms Rider any further, it was a futile attempt,she glared at the shiny boots, the tight jodhpurs, and the crisp white blouse, the top three buttons were undone, allowing just a peek at her white lacey bra, seeing this only enraged her further! "get that blouse off, NOW!" she screamed, the girl stood there motionless, "GET IT OFF! she roared again, the girl removed her blouse and hung it on a nearby hook, Ms. Rider glared at her, standing as she now did, in her bra, jodhpurs, and shiny black boots, She dragged the startled girl to a tying ring, lashed her hands together with a lead rope and secured it to the tying ring, then snatching up a riding crop, went to work on the girls jodhpur clad behind, she let out a yelp of pain as the first stroke found it's target, swiftly followed by several more, each time the poor girl yelped it only seemed to encourage the irate Ms. Rider., Finaly she stopped and threw down the riding crop, the poor girl slumped against the post, sobbing quietly to herself, not finished yet however, Ms. Rider grabbed the waistband of the unfortunate girls jodhpurs and yanked them down, taking her white silky panties with them, the two other girls watched in horror. "you two, get those blouses off, and be bloody quick about it", both girls hurriedly removed their blouses, she glared at the taller blonde one, seeing her silky half cup bra, sent her into a further rage, " and get that off too". The girl hastily removed her bra and dropped it on the floor alongside her blouse. Ms, rider picked up a longer whip, and laid six strokes across the unfortunate girls bare buttocks, then untied her and watched as she pulled her panties and jodhpurs back over her sore bottom, "now you" see yelled, pointing to the girl with the long brown hair, as she stepped forward, she too found herself, being tied to the post before being soundly whipped, then like the other girl, she found her jodhpurs being torn down, however, her panties somehow stayed up stayed up, meaning she at least was spared the indignity of her bare bottom being on show, all though the thin material did little to soften the harsh blows from the whip! Finally, it was the turn of the blonde girl, if anything beating the other two had only served to make Ms.Rider even angrier, She quickly tied the poor girl to the post, then paused for a moment, she'd thought of a more degrading punishment for this one, especially as in her twisted mind, she was obviously the ringleader! She roughly tore down her jodhpurs and panties, then began to beat her bare bottom with the riding crop, after about a dozen strokes the girl sobbed uncontrollably, and large red marks were clearly visible on her sexy rear, Ms. Rider then pulled up the girls panties, and jodhpurs, leading the poor girl to think it was all over, it wasn't! She then began to beat her over her jodhpurs with the longer whip, the girl yelped in pain, but to no avail, finally after several more strokes, she felt a warm wetness between her legs, looking down, she realised she'd urinated into her jodhpurs, Ms.Rider ceased the whipping, and watched as a torrent of piss, poured out of the unfortunate girls jodhpurs, down her shapely thighs, and into her boots. "Not so attractive now are we" she laughed, she grabbed the poor girls bra, and blouse, and dropped them into the growing puddle between her booted feet, finally she'd completely emptied her bladder and not only were her jodhpurs soaked, but her bra and blouse were too. she untied the girl and told her to get dressed in her piss soaked clothes, the blouse was see through and her bra was clearly visible beneath. Ms.Rider spoke to the other two girls, they'd watched their friend being beaten and had witnessed her wetting herself, "now, if you two sluts want to keep your jobs, and if you don't want what happened to her happening to you, then tomorrow morning you'll be wearing the uniform that I provided, clear", they both nodded, "right, now go home and be back here tomorrow", the girls shot out of the barn and disappeared, "and you, my little whore, don't think I've finished with you, because I havent!". She dragged the unfortunate girl to the main gate by the road, tied her hand and foot, then tied her to the gate, five minutes later she returned with a sign which she placed beside the poor girl, " I'm a nasty cheap whore, I behaved very badly at work and when I was caught out, I couldn't take my punishment and pissed myself, please feel free to grope me", she tore open the girls blouse, exposing her piss soaked lacy bra, "there you go slut, maybe one of the locals will still find you attractive, because I'm sure the men who come here won't", and she walked away leaving her tied up and helpless, would anyone take up the offer of giving her a good grope, would anyone even fancy the long haired blonde that was soaked in her own piss?, only time would tell. THE END
  3. owlman76

    A Poem

    I thought for a change, I'd try my hand at writing a poem She didn't want to use that loo, but what then was a girl to do, she squirmed and squirmed, her pert bum wiggled, the others laughed, some even giggled, as finally, the poor girl piddled, she wished she'd worn something less tight, why had she worn those leggings white, with total shame her face it glowed, as down her thighs, her urine flowed, inside her boots, it began to pool, by now it felt distinctly cool, she thought as she squelched down the road, Thank god I didn't dump a load! the moral here is plain to see, don't miss a chance to take a pee!
  4. owlman76

    A midsummer nights wet dream

    does that mean you like them or you don't?
  5. owlman76

    A midsummer nights wet dream

    I may just be able to squeeze one more story in, then I'm going to be away for a few days, I have to go to work tomorrow, (well somebody has to) and then the wife has things planned for over the weekend, something about long boots,pvc catsuits, lots of pissing, and making another muddy boot video. lol
  6. Reading this has made me think, to be honest, I can't really remember exactly when I first got into it, to be honest, my wife asked me the same question the other night. The first time I can remember actually doing anything involving it was with my first wife, she was a virgin when I met her and to be honest I don't even think anybody had even felt her tits, let alone gone any further. She had one passion, or perhaps I should say obsession in life, horses! Still, for years I'd had a thing about horseriders, maybe it was the tight clothes and long boots because I love both or the stories I'd heard about how they were all sex mad, and a lot were very kinky, I had just split up with my girlfriend, now there was a kinky one, she had a real thing for long boots and black leather. For ages, I had two scars up my back after she dug her metal tipped boot heels into my back during one particularly crazy session. Well one day after I had been made redundant, and was scratching around trying to earn a living, I was offered some work at a local riding stable. Winner on two counts, one I needed the money, and two, the prospect of spending a few weeks in the sun, surrounded by potentially oversexed females in tight jodhpurs and long boots, to be honest, I'd probably have done the job for a lot less than they were paying me. I had been there a few days and was beginning to get disenchanted with the whole thing, most of the women I'd seen so far were either married and a lot older than me, or horrible fat ugly things that stank of horse shit and body odour. However one afternoon I noticed this very slim blonde girl, struggling with a bale of hay, so I went to give her a hand, she was wearing these really tight dark brown jodhpurs, long rubber riding boots and a tight top. She was nice looking in a plain sort of way, single, and pleasant to speak to. Well we got to know each other over the next couple of weeks and I ended up asking her out, however, the night we were going out, I got called out to a job and couldn't make it. Not a problem, I'll ring her and let her know, only I can't, because she doesn't have a phone, so I go around to her house, she looked really disappointed when I told her I had to work, so I said if she wanted she could wait in the car for me and we'd grab a beer afterwards. Because I had called around early she hadn't changed and was still wearing her riding gear, it didn't matter, let's just go. She waited in the car, and afterwards, we did go for a drink in a local pub. It got to the stage where rather than go home after work I'd give her a lift home, get something to eat on the way, then go home later, after a couple of weeks I had managed to get her to let me put my hand inside her jodhpurs, but she wouldn't remove them. one night we'd had a few drinks and I had my hand inside her pants, she was getting really wet and panting, tonights the night, I thought, wrong! at the critical moment she jumped up and ran to the toilet, this happened on several occasions and to be honest I was getting frustrated. One night after it had happened yet again I asked her what the problem was, she replied that she really enjoyed what I was doing to her, but every time she got to a certain point, she thought she was going to wet herself. I tried to explain about orgasms, but she wasn't convinced, so I decided to take drastic action, oddly enough even though I was fingering her at every opportunity, and even though she'd happily sit with her top off, I still hadn't managed to get those damned jodhpurs off, let alone her panties! The following night I decided to resolve the problem, I asked her if she'd do something for me, she said she might depending on what it was, I told her I wanted her to wet her pants for me, to my surprise, she said she'd happily wet her panties, but not her jodhpurs, she didn't want her mother to know what she'd done. I said that was fine, she removed her long rubber boots and slowly removed her jodhpurs,she was wearing a pair of very unsexy full cut pink cotton panties, and nothing else at this point, then she stopped and said she had nothing to pee into and would have to find something, I just wanted her to do it, so grabbed one of her boots, they were only cheap rubber ones and had no lining. I held it just below her crotch and told her to go ahead, after some encouragement, she closed her eyes and took a long piss into the boot. After that I told her that now I'd seen her wet her panties, there wasn't a problem if she did it again and she agreed, we had a couple more drinks and I slipped a finger into her wet panties, I got her to the point of orgasm and she went to get up, "it's ok, just relax, do it in your panties" I told her, so she relaxed and let things happen, that was when she first discovered what an orgasm was. However oddly enough she seemed to develop a piss fetish and sometimes she'd just piss into her panties, then one night we were out and she did it in her jodhpurs, eventually we got a place of our own and got married, then she actively went out and bought things to piss into, tight clothes, boots, all kinds. sometimes she'd have lots to drink and ask me to fuck her, just before she'd cum, she'd empty her bladder into her panties. I suppose that's where I got my fetish from.
  7. A mid-summer nights wet dream Vicky was a flirt, and a tease, some people said she was a slut, but in reality, she was what the lads called 'all show and no go'. She was the girl at the pub, the one with the skirt so short she showed her panties each time she bent down, and the top that showed so much cleavage it looked like two bald convicts making a prison break! Most blokes have met at least one Vicky in their lifetime, and most blokes have at some time blown a load of cash on one, hoping that at the end of the night to get their hands, and hopefully more on the goods on display, oh yes we've all been there haven't we? Then just when you think your investment is going to pay off it's “my god is that the time, must go” and if you're lucky you're left with a peck on the cheek, and memories of what never was. Even when she was out riding her horse, she was no different, whilst all the other girls wore their usual attire of well-worn jodhpurs, muddy boots, and a grubby T-shirt or jumper, she was totally the opposite, her long dark hair tied back, her crisp white blouse and her tight white jodhpurs. Her boots, however, was the most striking difference, unlike the normal riding boots that came just below the knee, hers were longer, like the ones worn by the household cavalry, in fact, if she was to wear them with her jeans or leggings, which she often did, they were often mistaken for thigh boots, very long very black, very shiny, and so very sexy, to add an extra attention grabber, she would often, as she did on this occasion wear black underwear. This while making her extremely popular with the local men, did nothing to endear her to the other girls at the riding stables, to be honest, most of them actively avoided having anything to do with her! On this particular day she had got up early, it was bright and sunny and having nothing better to do, she decided to spend a day with her horse, give it a good brushing, then out for a ride along the country lanes, where no doubt she'd get some admiring waves from the male drivers that would no doubt stare at her black panties, clearly visible beneath the tight white jodhpurs as she rode her horse along the narrow country lanes. She got immense satisfaction from imagining how they wished it was them between her slender shapely thighs, rather than the large chestnut horse. She walked along the lane towards the stables, a couple of drivers hooted their horns as they passed her, males attracted by her tight revealing outfit no doubt! As she rounded the bend by the narrow bridge over the stream, she noticed three local lads, they were about seventeen years old and rather rough looking, not the type of people she would associate with, not her, she considered herself far too posh to be seen with people like that. “Fuck me, look at the arse on that! “ exclaimed one, as she walked past, “what a shitter, I wouldn't mind getting inside those pants” replied another, loud enough for Vicky to hear, “yes, and those boots, I wonder if she keeps them on for sex” called out the third youth! Vicky suddenly began to wish she'd not dressed so provocatively, still, it was too late now, just keep walking and ignore them “ she told herself, there was a few wolf whistles and a couple of crude comments, but she was too far away to hear them. She continued on her way and presently she arrived at the stables, to her surprise and delight, there was nobody else there. She made herself a large cold drink of orange cordial and sat on a bale of hay to drink it, it was so hot today, maybe the long boots weren't such a good idea, her feet felt very damp and sweaty inside them. She finished her drink, made another, and headed to the rear of the yard, her own stable was right around the back, away from all the rest, and it had a small grass paddock. She decided that before she went on her ride, she'd muck out the stable, it needed doing and she may as well do it now rather than later. She turned her horse out into the paddock and it munched lazily on the lush green grass it was quite content to do this and wandered off in search of the best bits. She grabbed her fork and began to extract the horse manure from the straw bedding, she had only replaced the straw the day before, and like most riders, she would only replace it again in two days, in the meantime, it was sufficient to remove the manure with the fork! She worked away as the sun beat down, it was so hot, then she had an idea, since there was no-one else around, she'd remove her blouse, it would cool her down and she wouldn't be all damp and sweaty later, all she had to do then was avoid getting mud, or muck on her pristine white jodhpurs or shiny boots, before she'd been on her ride, as she had noticed a little country pub last time she was out and planned to stop off at on the way back, one never knew, maybe there would be some attractive men who she could tease, maybe, they could even be persuaded to buy her a drink, possibly even lunch! She worked away and drank her orange as she worked, eventually it was all gone, she had just finished filling the hay nets and hung them back up, when she realised she needed to relieve herself. Seeing as she was alone, and she couldn't be bothered walking all the way back to the toilet block, she began to unfasten her jodhpurs, after all, she reasoned, she only needed a wee, there was nobody else around, who'd be any the wiser if she just squatted down behind her stable, nobody! She began to walk around the side of the stable, undoing the button on her jodhpurs as she walked, then, reaching what she thought was the deserted area alongside her stable, she lowered her tight jodhpurs and silky black panties as far as the long shiny boots would allow, she had just begun to relax and let out the first drops from her bulging bladder, when, “Christ, it's even better with it's pants down” a male voice called out in amazement. She hurriedly pulled up her panties and jodhpurs, wetting them ever so slightly in the process, nothing drastic, just a spot about an inch in diameter clearly visible on the crotch of her jodhpurs. Forgetting that she'd removed her blouse earlier, she spun around to see who the intruder was, and to her dismay realised it was the three lads she'd seen earlier by the bridge, “wow, look at those tit's, they're beautiful” called out one of the lads, “wouldn't mind getting them out for a feel”. To her horror, they began to clamber over the small wooden fence, and before she knew it, she had her back against the stable building and the three youths stood in front of her in a semi-circle, she was trapped! She went to push past, but one of them pushed her roughly back against the building, “hang on miss, we're not done yet” he leered. The youths stared at her for a minute or two, she could feel their eyes going over every inch of her attractive young body and could imagine them mentally undressing her, she suddenly felt a twinge of panic as she realised that, in a few minutes, there was a distinct possibility they'd be undressing her for real, after all, she was completely alone, nobody could help her! Suddenly one of the group spotted the wet spot on her jodhpurs, and reached out to touch it, “here, she's pissed her pants” he laughed, and the other two sniggered as he rubbed a rough dirty hand along the crotch seem of her jodhpurs, “no, wait, she hasn't, she must have dripped as she pulled them up” he said with a chuckle. “yeah, but we could make her piss in them” replied the other youth, “don't forget, she was just dropping them when we arrived, so she hasn't pissed yet” right on cue, her bladder twinged, Vicky instinctively clamped her thighs tight shut! “see I was right, she hasn't done it, shall we have some fun?” he continued, it was more of a statement than a question his mates both laughed loudly. The youth who seemed to be the ringleader then reached forward as if to grab her jodhpurs, then stopped, “no, I have a better idea, we'll let her do it all, it will be more fun” he said, the other two sniggered once more. He turned back to Vicky, “ right, first off, take those pants down”, she fumbled nervously at the button and finally managed to undo it, ever so slowly she lowered the zip, then finally slid her jodhpurs down to her boot tops. The youths stared at her, she was at there mercy, she could hardly run with her jodhpurs halfway down her thighs, “now, turn around, lets get a look at that sexy arse” he told her, she turned her back to the group, “bend over” he ordered, she did as she was told and could feel her panties strain across her pert bottom, finally after they'd seen enough she was told to stand up and turn back to face them. He reached out and slid a finger along her slit, the panties were so tight she had a very noticeable cameltoe, “very horny” he chuckled, “I bet she's had loads of cock up there”. Vicky shuddered, actually she hadn't had many, and certainly not recently, however, she had a nasty feeling that was about to change very soon.”lower the panties” he instructed, she complied instantly and stood there with her eyes closed as she tried to block out their crude comments, she cringed as she once again felt his grubby finger probing her slit! “tell you what, why don't we make her piss” said one, “yeah, that would be fun” replied another, finally the ringleader spoke, “right, what you're going to do is start to piss, slowly” he instructed, Vicky went to squat, but he stopped her, “no, remain standing” he said sternly”. Vicky began to let a small amount of urine trickle out of her bladder, it ran down her thighs and wet her jodhpurs, “now, let out some more, and pull up those panties as you do it” he went on, she let out some more, and as instructed began to pull her panties back up, they giggled and laughed as it ran through the thin black material, “now the pants as well, and keep pissing” he ordered. She slowly pulled up her jodhpurs, the warm urine ran out of the crotch, down her thighs and into her boots. “push it all out, now, quickly” he growled, she did her best to empty her bladder, there was a loud hissing sound as her bladder voided, most of it went into her boots, but some splashed down the outside and spattered onto the concrete floor, the youth's howled with laughter. Vicky stood there, her face red with the shame and humiliation, her tormentors hadn't finished with her yet, however, in fact, they were just beginning. “remove your bra, lets see those nice little tits” he told her, she reached behind her back and unclipped it, slid the straps from her slender shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, she tried to hide her bare breasts with her arms, but he pulled them down to her sides and roughly squeezed them before rubbing her nipples between his fingers, she let out a yelp with the pain. “The youths roared with laughter at this, then he decided to further their amusement, “drop those pissy pants, show me that sexy ass, I want to see how those pissy knickers cling to it”. Slowly once again she lowered her now wet jodhpurs as far as they would go, before turning round to let them stare at her soaking panties. To her horror she felt her skimpy panties being pulled roughly down, then a rough finger probing around her anus, finding it's target he thrust it roughly inside her, at almost the same time she became aware of another force it's way roughly into her vagina! “Hmm, she's tight in both holes” he leered, obviously not as cock hungry as we thought, he removed his fingers from her holes and made her bend over, she suddenly realised he was dropping his own trousers, however before she could do anything, he entered her roughly from behind. Taking the hint one of the other youths, stepped in front of her, whipped out his thick cock and rammed it into her mouth, she had one youth thrusting into her vagina from behind, and another into her mouth, and to her horror and disgust, realised that she was about to orgasm! Suddenly she felt her muscles tighten as she came, and her love juices poured into her panties, almost simultaneously he shot his load into her dripping vagina, then the other lad shot his load into her mouth, he held her head, forcing her to swallow. Now it was the turn of the third youth, he'd been wanking furiously as he watched the other two, and, as soon as his mate stepped back, he plunged deep inside her sopping love tunnel,meanwhile the one who'd just been in there had taken up a position if front, and roughly forced his slightly limp cock into her mouth,”suck it, bitch” he snarled, grabbing her long hair to prevent her moving away, she sucked for all she was worth, but could not get him hard, meanwhile the lad who was pounding into her from behind, suddenly shot his load deep inside her, he'd just pulled out, when the first lad she'd sucked off took his place and began to drive hard into her love tunnel which was now beginning to feel a little sore. Finally when they had all satisfied their animal desires they pushed her once more against the shed only this time she was on her knees, her once pristine jodhpurs were grubby, and her piss soaked boots scuffed, one stepped in front of her and to her horror,began to urinate over her breasts, it ran down them further soaking her already wet jodhpurs. When he'd finished she was made to stand once more, one made her bend over and proceeded to empty his bladder across her pert bottom, while at the same time the final one pissed into her boots, some into one, then finishing off in the other. Finally, they pushed her roughly to the floor and ran off laughing over the field. Vicky opened her eyes as she lay sprawled on the grass, several hours had passed since she had arrived at the stables, she stood up and suddenly became aware that her jodhpurs and panties were drenched, apart from that she seemed fine, fortunately, she was still alone as she still wasn't wearing her blouse and her small black bra did little to hide her ample charms. She unfastened her jodhpurs and peered down into her panties, they were soaked with cum, her cum, apart from the wet jodhpurs her boots were dry and her jodhpurs still seemed pristine, apart that was for the obvious piss stain around the crotch, it had all been a dream, a very realistic dream, judging by the amount of cum she'd deposited in her panties, but just a dream never the less, and a very wet one to boot The end.
  8. owlman76

    The Horserider

    The horserider (fiction) Emma led her horse out of the stable and mounted up,she'd decided to spend the day riding around the fields and lanes in the area she'd just moved to. It was summer and she wore her white blouse,beige jodhpurs and long black leather boots,the leather ones were very expensive but she thought they were worth it. She'd been riding the lanes for about an hour when she saw a path leading towards a small wood and she headed towards it. She rode slowly through the shady trees and eventually came to a clearing with a small lake,she dismounted and let the horse drink from the cool clear water. As she stood there she realised that she hadn't pee'd since early morning and the sound of the horse splashing the water made her need to go,she looked around and could see no one,so she lowered her jodhpurs and white panties and squatted down to relieve her bladder. The first spurt had just hit the ground and she heard a noise,looking round she saw a man approaching and hurriedly pulled up her panties and jodhpurs,the man approached her and he didn't look very happy."trespasser" he yelled as he came face to face with her,Emma tried to speak but he cut her off "this is private land,my land,track,wood,lake,mine nobody else's mine do you hear?" Emma nodded and stood motionless,the man looked her up and down and spoke again."what were you doing as I arrived?" Emma blushed "nothing,just having a rest" "LIAR" spat the man "you were up to something" Emma could feel her cheeks start to redden again "ok,to be honest I needed a wee" she said quietly "but you came before I could do it" "more like before you could finish from what I can see"said the man staring hard at her crotch,Emma looked down and to her dismay saw a small wet spot about the size of a 50p on the front of her beige jodhpurs. The man glared at her and then spoke again,quieter this time but there was still an aggressiveness in his tone "best you finish it then missy" she looked at him in amazement,he actually wanted her to pee in front of him,a complete stranger "well get on with it" Emma sighed then realising there was no point arguing she slowly unfastened her jodhpurs and lowered them to her knees,the man leered at her,she fumbled as she tried to lower her white panties."no leave them on" said the man she squatted down and closed her eyes,she could feel him staring at her as she released a small amount of warm liquid into her panties,she stood up and pulled up her jodhpurs,her wet panties clinging to her shapely rear,the man smiled."nice try now finish it" she looked at him "you still need to piss,I can tell now do it properly" Emma went to unfasten her jodhpurs again, "no leave them,just do it" She looked at him again,her cheeks reddened and her bottom lip quivered "please" she whimpered "DO IT!" he snarled,she parted her feet slightly and relaxed and suddenly she could feel the warm wetness as her pee ran down her thighs and splattered onto her expensive leather boots. the man smiled as she stood there,her wet jodhpurs clinging to her thighs and a muddy puddle beneath her booted feet."perhaps that will help you remember to respect private property in future" he said "people cause all kinds of damage on my land and it all costs money you know" she nodded,keeping her eyes fixed on the muddy puddle at her feet,"now go and don't come back" she walked to the horse and was just swinging her leg over the saddle when he spoke again. "on second thoughts come back here" he said grabbing the reins,Emma looked at him from her position in the saddle and realised that with him holding the reins she was going nowhere."off" he said,she slid off the horse and stood beside it. he looked at her and spoke again "do you come from that big stables just outside the village? " she nodded "well make sure you tell your friends to keep off my land you hear" she nodded "it must be expensive keeping a horse,and the gear to go with it won't be cheap I'll bet" again she nodded "take those fancy boots,they're not cheap are they?" Emma nodded again "you can get cheap ones in rubber or synthetic but these are real leather,over a hundred pounds a pair" she replied "well there you go and how would you feel if someone just came along and damaged them?" he asked begining to get angry again,she wondered if he'd ever calm down and let her go,she hadn't damaged anything yet he was acting as if she'd destroyed something precious. His voice interrupted her thoughts "I think you need to know how it feels to have someone damage something of yours,yes that will teach you" she sighed and wondered what was coming next "take your boots off" she looked at him puzzled "now, hurry up" she bent down and pulled off her expensive leather boots "now lets get down to business,take those pants off too" Realising it was pointless arguing she once again unfastened her jodhpurs and slipped them off,he took them from her and threw them on the ground. He picked up one of her boots and handed it to her with a smile,she was just about to put it back on her foot when he stopped her "no not yet,we've not finished" she stood looking at him,holding the boot in front of her to try and shield her damp panties from his glare."piss into it" she placed the boot on the ground and squatted over it,without removing her panties,there was a hiss as a small amount of urine sprayed through her panties and into the boot "is that it? " he growled,she nodded "yes sorry" she said standing up "pick it up and bring it here" as she bent to pick up her boot she could see a small puddle inside it,still she'd tip it out and they'd dry so hopefully no harm done, zzzzip she heard the noise and turned to face the man,he'd undone his jeans and was holding his semi hard cock in his hand,she began to panic inside,suddenly aware that only her thin silk panties stood between her damp pussy and what he had in his hand,seeing the look on her face he laughed "no you're ok missy,but your boots well that's a different matter,bring it here" she walked up to him and he pulled it away from her so it stuck out in front of her,then to her horror he began to piss into her boot,he seemed to go on for ever and whisps of steam began to curl from the insides of the boot. Finally he finished and she saw that the boot was almost half full,he zipped his self up and then taking the boot from her began to empty it into her other boot,when he'd finished he took both boots and dropped them in the lake."best get your boots miss,the water might damage them" he laughed, Emma waded into the water,it was deeper than she expected and soon her white silk panties had become transparent as the water covered them,she bent down and fished out her boots,emptying the water out of them and headed for the bank. As she emerged from the water,she felt cold and had a sudden urge to have a wee,she parted her legs and was just about to let go when the man stopped her "oh no you don't get dressed" he handed her her jodhpurs and she hurriedly pulled them on before stepping into her wet leather riding boots, "go" said the man and with a sigh of relief she went to mount her horse, "one final thing before you do" he said Emma nodded and after parting her legs,took a long hot piss into her jodhpurs,it ran down her legs and for the second time that day spattered over her boots,when she'd finished she turned and mounted her horse,the saddle pushed her wet pants against her body,and piss streaks were clearly visible down her thighs as she turned to ride away the man called out "remember private property don't come back" don't worry,she thought I won't.
  9. owlman76

    The new job

    As Spyware seems to like my stories so much I've decided to post another, this was written some time ago and has appeared on other forums, so apologies if you have already read it Debbie had been out of work for some time and was delighted to receive the letter offering her the new job, OK, she,d be the only woman working at the site but that didn't bother her, besides she needed the money. The letter stated that the first day would be spent getting to know the place and what the job entailed the work proper would start the following day. Knowing it was all men she decided against wearing skirts, trousers would attract less attention. She arrived early for work that morning, she'd decided on a black polo neck jumper, black leggings and her favourite black boots, they had a small block heel so there wouldn't be a problem in walking in them. She entered the office and the manager made her a coffee and they sat discussing the site layout and the duties she'd be undertaking, there was he said some special jobs but he'd explain them when the time came, with that, they headed out to do a walk around. It was an underground waste storage facility and after visiting the buildings on the surface they headed down the ramp that led to the storage areas. They'd been walking for about half an hour and it seemed to be made up of a central tunnel with side rooms, each room held containers and drums of various sizes, eventually, when it was full the entrance would be sealed and the waste would effectively be buried. There were several other people working down there and the manager explained that it took about an hour to reach the furthest point in and by that time they'd be over 1000 metres below ground,and a good distance from the above ground site, they were in fact old mine workings that had been abandoned long ago and had recently been brought into use to store hazardous waste. As they progressed deeper she noticed the floor was becoming wet, and eventually, they were walking in water a couple of inches deep "good job I wore my boots" she thought to herself. When they reached the furthest point in she noticed what looked like a garden shed about 8x6 in one small alcove. "Brew room" announced the manager seeing her looking at it and headed for the door, they sat down and he poured 2 large mugs of coffee, "there's no eating down here and the lads need to drink, notice how warm it is" he commented, Debbie nodded, it was quite warm actually, despite the water on the floor. They finished their drinks and he was showing her around some of the cavernous storage rooms when she noticed a man stood facing a container with his back to them, he appeared to be taking a pee, "no toilets down here, the lads just pee anywhere " laughed the manager. Suddenly she felt a twinge in her bladder,maybe it was the seeing the man relieving himself but she remembered that she hadn't been to the toilet since getting up at 6 am and it was now 11 am,they wandered around the caverns looking at the containers and the manager paused, turning to face away from her he began to pee, it seemed to go on for ages, he stopped and turned to Debbie, " god I needed that " She realized that she needed to pee too and hoped she could hold out 'til they reached the surface. They headed back in the direction they'd come from and she could feel the pressure building inside her,15 minutes later and a small spurt escaped into her panties she stopped and clenched her thighs to stop it "oh dear I forgot about you, you must be bursting" said the manager "I know I was and you drank the same as me " she thought she could detect a slight leer in his tone. "it's ok I can hold it " she said "at least I hope I can " there was no way she was going while she was down there, it was one thing for a bloke to undo his zip but no way was she going to drop her pants, not when there were strangers about. They headed on up the main path and she was becoming more desperate, another spurt escaped then another, she began to speed up to try and get out before she lost all control "Wait here,I want to check something" said the manager,disappearing into one of the side rooms,Debbie waited, squeezing her thighs and hopping from foot to foot. After about 5 minutes she lost the battle and began to pee herself, it flooded down her thighs soaking her black leggings, some went into her boots and some splashed into the water on the floor, suddenly as she stood there pissing herself the manager reappeared. He said nothing, just stood in silence when she'd finished he carried on walking up the slope and within a few minutes, they emerged into the daylight. They headed back to his office and he told her to sit down at the desk opposite his. She sat down, a little stunned by what was happening, she'd just pissed herself totally in front of this guy and he was acting like nothing had happened. He made more coffee and began to explain her duties to her, as she sat listening to him she could feel the dampness in her pants and when she moved her legs she could hear squelching in her boots. Eventually he asked if she had any questions and as she was beginning to need another pee, asked where the toilets were, he replied that there was a portaloo in the yard but it was seldom used as it was rather smelly,most people just pee'd while they were working underground,only using the toilet for "other functions" and even then most of them waited 'til they went home. By now they'd discussed everything and he said she may as well leave early tomorrow they'd start properly. She was getting desperate again now and glad to be able to leave, he walked her back to her car and stood making small talk, she began to fidget, squeezing her thighs together and tapping her boots on the ground, he kept talking and she knew if she didn't leave soon she'd have another accident, somewhere in the back of her mind she was beginning to think this was what he wanted. suddenly without warning she felt herself start to pee, she tried to hold it but couldn't and a steady stream began to run down her thighs and into her boots,this time there was only a small wet patch on the ground,she made her excuses jumped into the car and drove away,the manager looked at the patch on the ground and smiled to himself. Morning came and Debbie showered dressed and headed to work, she wore her boots again with a skirt and blouse this time, they were still a little damp from yesterday but they'd soon dry and she didn't think high heels were very practical. "ah come in sit down have a coffee," said the manager as she entered the office, he immediately placed a steaming mug on her desk. she smiled and sat in her chair, he stood to one side and she could feel his eyes all over her. By 11 o'clock she'd finished typing up some reports and having had several cups of coffee was in need of a pee, he seemed to enjoy making coffee and it seemed they had at least 2 cups every hour."I just need to pop out" she said as she arose from her chair, he nodded and she left the office and headed to the portaloo, he stood and watched from the window. The portaloo was awful and she hovered over the seat, in future she'd drink less and wait until she got home she thought to herself. Another coffee sat on her desk waiting for her, this was going to be a long day at this rate. " Debbie I have to pop out for an hour, you'll be okay won't you, " he said as he headed towards the door she nodded and with that, he was gone. He returned later and placed a shopping bag on her desk "works clothes try them on" he said, "I'll leave you alone to get changed". He left the office and she opened the bag, inside were a number of T-shirts and 5 pairs of leggings, all white. She removed her skirt and blouse and put on the t shirt and leggings, they were quite tight but never mind, she hated baggy clothes anyway. He came back into the office and smiled when he saw her in the new uniform, especially the way the boots made her legs look longer. He went over to the coffee machine and poured another 2 cups, he placed one on her desk and sat perched on the corner of it looking out of the window. She finished her typing and after drinking the last of her coffee she walked over to the filing cabinet, he turned to watch her and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she realised that the black panties she'd worn that morning were clearly visible beneath the thin white leggings,she returned the folder to the drawer and turning around said "just popping out ", He looked at her "those little extra I mentioned yesterday, I'd like to discuss them first" she nodded and headed back towards the desk and sat back down "my previous assistant did a lot of overtime and was paid rather well for it, would you be interested? " she nodded and he continued "well this is how it works,every time you don't "pop out " as you put it you can claim an hours overtime " Debbie looked at him puzzled "but what about the loo?" she asked "that's why I provide uniform" he grinned "accidents will happen won't they " .It suddenly dawned on her what he was saying, basically every time she wet her pants she'd get an hours extra pay, she stood up and headed towards the waste bin, she stood over it and without saying anything began to piss in her leggings,most of it went into the bin, leaving a transparent patch on her crotch and 2 thin streaks down her thighs,she smiled and sat back down at her desk "just one thing , is overtime paid at normal rate or time and a half" she asked looking at her boss who was sat there staring at her wet crotch "oh definitely time and a half, double time is only paid out in very special circumstances" he replied,"although to be honest I don't think your predecessor ever got any" Debbie smiled "well maybe that's about to change" she said with a giggle". She walked to the coffee machine and poured herself another cup, by the end of that day there was a large puddle on the floor beneath her desk and she'd earned several hours overtime. The following morning she arrived for work wearing the white leggings and T-shirt, her boots were very wet from the day before and she'd had to wear a pair of black thigh boots as well. well, she hadn't really had to wear them, but she wanted to see the reaction from her boss. His eyes lit up when he saw her enter the office and he immediately handed her a coffee, she'd no sooner finished it than he placed another on her desk. An hour later and she really needed to pee,then he announced that he was expecting a visitor soon and he'd be with them for about an hour,she realised that she couldn't very well pee in front of him but didn't want to lose out on her "overtime" suddenly a rather naughty thought entered her head. She stood up and stepped from behind her desk, perching herself on the front of the desk facing her boss. "the thing with thigh boots is your feet get so hot in them" she commented as she began to remove her left boot, he watched transfixed as she held the boot in her hand,she lowered her white leggings giving him a good look at the silky black panties beneath,then as he watched transfixed she placed the boot between her legs and started to piss into it, when she'd finished she pulled up her leggings and with a wink slid her foot back into the boot. She hardly moved from behind her desk while the visitor was in the office although she did drink rather a lot of coffee, and by the time he'd announced he was leaving was on the verge of wetting herself. As soon as he was out of the door she stood in the middle of the office and began to piss herself once more, this time she made sure most of it went into her boots. The day wore on and when the time came to go home you could hear the sloshing sound as she walked. By the end of the week she'd done quite a lot of "overtime" and was having to think up new ways of impressing her boss, she'd tried everything she could think of and still hadn't gotten any double time, this was something she was determined to achieve and today was Friday. She walked into the office and hung up her coat, grabbed a coffee and walked to her desk, placing the mug on the desk she turned to face her boss "hold this will you " she said passing him one of the red knee highs she was wearing that day, she spread her legs "hold it in there" she said pointing towards her crotch,his hand shook slightly as he held the boot firmly against the front of her leggings,a loud hissing as she emptied herself into it, "thank's I was in such a rush this morning I didn't use the loo" she laughed as she took it from him and slipped it back on,later on he heard a noise and looking into the gap beneath her desk he realised that she was again pissing into her boot, only this time she was masturbating at the same time, she had taken a thick marker pen off the desk and was slowly sliding it in and out of her wet hole, her boss coughed and when she looked up he smiled and said “congratulations, you've just earned double time. THE END
  10. owlman76

    The greatest sacrifice

    There were actually several more parts to that story, but most people agreed part 1 was the best, if you solve that puzzle you can judge for yourself. lol
  11. THE GREATEST SACRIFICE It had been a perfect evening ,the drinks had flowed and the music had played well into the early hours of that chilly December morning.It was around 2am and a fleet of luxury limousines was parked outside the exclusive London club,one by one a group of well heeled people emerged and climbed into the waiting cars. Most of the women wore expensive designer dresses,Versachi seemed to be popular that year,there were shouts of "goodnight,see you tomorrow" as the people left the club,most were quite drunk after downing expensive cocktails and large amounts of the best champagne.Then finally a slim brown haired girl emerged from the club,she looked out of place among the "beautiful people",clearly she wasn't one of Londons social elite.Dressed modestly in a white blouse and black skirt that stopped just above the knee and a pair of black boots,knee high with a 2" heel.you'd have to pay particular attention to notice the red soles on the boots. She paused outside the club for a moment as if unsure what to do next,the drivers door opened on the last limousine and a chauffeur stepped out,walked around to the passenger side and opened the rear door, "in here miss" he called out to the girl in the black boots.Amy,that was her name,headed towards the limo nervously "in you get miss,everyone gets taken home after the Christmas outing,sit back and relax I have your address" said the chauffeur.Amy stepped into the car and looked in amazement at it's plush interior,black leather seats and a deep white carpet,and most impressive of all was a drinks cabinet filled with chilled wine and champagne. The door closed and she sat back,sinking deep into the plush leather seat,She heard a beeping noise and looking around noticed a telephone set into the partition that separated the passenger compartment from the driver,nervously she picked it up "hello Amy speaking" she said instinctively,a mans voice spoke on the other end "this is Steve your driver,please help yourself to drinks from the minibar,we'll be at your home in about 45 minutes" then the line went dead,she replaced the phone and sat back in her seat as the car moved off. Amy considered herself very lucky to be working as a temp for the exclusive London advertising agency,very lucky indeed considering her background.She was born in a small town just outside Manchester,the daughter of an ordinary working class couple and had been educated in the local comprehensive school.Things hadn't been easy for the family,her father had lost his job in the recession and due to his age and failing health had been unable to find another,they'd struggled to make ends meet on the meagre wages her mother had earned from a series of part time jobs,they had however instilled in Amy the importance of getting an education and hopefully doing better in life than they had.As a teenager she'd watched all her friends being bought expensive clothes by their parents while she'd had very little,it didn't bother her really,she was a clever girl and new how hard it had been for her parents to provide what they did,she wasn't bothered about expensive clothes,except for one little secret desire. One day one of her friends had invited her home for tea and her mother and father were quite well off,well as well off as anyone could be in the small town she called home,they both worked in management in one of the new IT companies that had recently moved into the area,replacing the old factories and warehoues.As they sat chatting after tea Amy couldn't help but notice the boots her friends mother was wearing,shiny black with a small spiked heel and the leather looked so soft and supple as it moulded itself to her leg,but most suprising of all was the sole of the boot,it was red and stood out against the black,she'd never seen such boots and vowed to herself that one day she'd own a pair just like them,it was several months before she discovered to her amazement that they were Louboutin's and cost several hundred pounds! Fast forward a few years and things had improved slightly at home,her father had managed to find a job and things at home were slightly more comfortable,she'd left school with decent grades and her parents had encouraged her to attend the local college where she'd studied secretarial skills,and now just a few weeks before her 18th birthday had passed all her exams.She wasn't expecting anything for her birthday although most of her friends had had parties she knew her parents simply couldn't afford it.She awoke on the morning of her birthday,showered,dressed and headed downstairs,her parents smiled as she entered the small living room and her father handed her an envelope,she opened it and it contained a birthday card,she read it before placing it on the fireplace,she'd just sat down when her mother handed her a box wrapped in wrapping paper "happy birthday love,we hope you like it" she said smiling.Amy unwrapped the box and opened it,inside was a pair of black boots,knee length with a small heel,and to her amazement they had red soles,she let out a small squeal "oh mum,dad they're Louboutins,they must have cost a fortune" her dad smiled "unfortunately they're secondhand,we knew how much you wanted a pair and we found these on an auction website" he replied "dad they're wonderful" she said as she slid her feet into the boots "and they fit perfectly". Amy was very proud of the boots and only wore them for special occasions,and after each outing she'd spend ages cleaning and polishing them,And when one of her friends parents had lined an interview up for her as a temp with the ad agency she'd worn them to the interview,to her suprise she'd got the job and was convinced it was down to her "lucky" boots! The limo drove down the dual carriageway at a fair speed it was quite a way to Amy's flat on the outskirts of London,she couldn't afford the high rents of the inner city,Suddenly the car stopped,looking out of the tinted window she could see a large queue of traffic,surely it shouldn't be this busy at this time of the morning? Several minutes later she saw a policeman approching the car,he spoke to the driver then headed off back down the road,moments later the phone rang again "hi Amy here" she answered "sorry miss,there's been an accident the roads closed and we're going to be here for a while" said the voice on the other end "oh ok" said Amy,she hung up and settled back in her seat. They'd been stationary for about 15 minutes when Amy began to get an uncomfortable feeling,no matter how she sat she just couldn't settle,after a night of partying she now needed the toilet,she'd gone before she left and by rights she should have been home by now.She began to squirm and fidget and another 10 minutes had gone by when it happened,she felt a sudden warm squirt escape into her white panties,not a lot but enough to make her panic,she knew she couldn't hold on much longer,and began to panic.Here she was in an expensive car,owned by her boss,stuck on a busy road with no chance of finding a toilet,the only thing that was certain was that at sometime very soon she was going to wet herself in the back of the car! Another warm spurt shot into her panties,and she looked around desperately for a solution to her problem,Sadly she knew there wasn't one,she stared down at the leather seat and the plush white carpet and a tear fell on her cheek,she knew what was about to happen and that by tomorrow morning she'd be out of a job. Suddenly Amy had an idea,maybe just maybe it would work,ok it would mean the end of her most prized possession but if it worked at least she'd keep her job,she eased her foot out of one of her boots and nervously squatted over it on the plush white carpet,there was a loud hissing noise as the contents of her bursting bladder sprayed through her white panties and into the boot,when she'd finished she put the boot back on, the warm wetness of the leather made the boot shaft gently grip her leg hopefully no one would ever know what she'd done. The following morning she woke early,showered and dressed,her beautiful boots lay on the floor in the lounge and she noticed that the lining of the wet one had started to curl,they were ruined.Looking out of the window she realised that it was raining heavily,in her shoes her feet would be soaked before she'd reached the railway station,with a sigh she realised she'd have to wear the boots,as she slipped them on the lining felt cold and damp,a distinctly unpleasant feeling totally unlike the way they'd felt the night before. Arriving at work she was immediately summoned to the top floor,she'd never been there before,it was the domain of the MD hardly anyone went up there,as she emerged from the lift she could feel herself shake inside. "Amy,come in please" said the MD with a smile as he met her outside the lift,she followed him nervously into the large oak panelled office,on one wall was a large plasma tv."please sit down" he said,pointing to a black leather couch,she sat and he sat beside her. " now,I believe you attended our christmas party last night?" Amy nodded,dreading where this was heading "you were taken home in one of my cars,correct?" again she nodded, "well I'd like you to look at something then answer me a couple of questions" and with that he turned on the tv. The screen flickered to life and Amy looked in horror as the picture revealed the back of a limousine,then relief as she realised it wasn't her,the girl in the picture was wearing an expensive designer dress and suddenly without warning she threw up all over the leather interior,cue another shot and this time a man and woman were having sex in the back of the limo,her high heels tore into the roof lining leaving 2 long rips,there were other scenes including one with the back of the car littered with empty wine bottles and a pool of vomit on the carpet,the cars were badly damaged,Amy looked on in horror."now for the best bit" said the boss "I've deliberately saved this 'till last" and to her horror Amy saw herself on the screen,she watched in silence as the picture showed her remove her boot and squat over it on the floor. "Correct me if I'm wrong Amy,but from here it looks as though you were using your boot as a toilet?" said the MD,Amy blushed,"yes I needed a wee desperately"," and again correct me if I,m wrong but aren't they Louboutin boots?", "yes" Amy nodded, "so you can afford to ruin an expensive pair of boots just because you needed the toilet? " he asked. Amy began to explain but he stopped her "I know all about the delay young lady,but that still doesn't explain why you decided to ruin a pair of very expensive boots!" Amy thought "well I needed a wee and there was nowhere to go,so it was that or wet the carpet" she replied."But it wasn't your fault you were stuck in a jam" he replied "no and it wasn't your fault I needed the loo" said Amy "it wasn't right to damage something that wasn't mine just because I needed a wee"."true,very true" he replied nodding "but your parents saved hard to get those boots and now they're only fit for the bin" Amy stared at him in amazement,how did he know about her family? He gave her a rather stern look "I want you to answer the next questions truthfully do you understand?" Amy nodded, "no matter how difficult you find the question I expect you to answer it! She nodded again, "good,now I see you're wearing louboutins again today,are they the same ones?" Amy nodded "Yes sir they are" he looked at her as he spoke again "most people find being in here makes them nervous,do you?" she nodded again unsure where this was leading, " now being nervous makes most people need the toilet wouldn't you agree?" Amy blushed slightly "yes sir it does" he nodded "and you do you need the toilet?" she nodded again " well you'd better go then hadn't you" she turned and headed for the door, "where are you going?" he asked,Amy stopped dead in her tracks "the toilet sir" she replied suddenly realising that she really did need to go. "oh no,you must go in here young lady" she looked around expecting to see a door behind which there would be a toilet,but there was no door except the one she'd entered by and for the second time in 24 hours she felt a warm spurt soak the crotch of her panties. Amy felt her cheeks redden slightly,she knew what he was saying,and more importantly what he was expecting her to do.She tried to hitch up her skirt but it was too tight,so she unfastened it and let it fall to the floor,stepping out of it she picked it up and placed it on the desk.She could feel him watching her as she slowly removed one of her boots,not wanting to put on a show she stood up and pressed the soft leather against the front of her damp white panties,nothing happened for a second or two then slowly her bladder relaxed and began to empty,a trickle at first then a torrent accompanied by a loud hissing sound,when she'd done she put the boot back on her foot,there was a squelching noise as the wet leather gripped her leg,she picked her skirt off the desk and put it back on,the MD looked at her as she stood in front of his desk. "the cleanup bill for the cars last night runs into a few thousand" he said "now were you drunk last night? "she shook her head "not really,just a bit merry" she answered "and you say you used your boot as a toilet because otherwise you'd have wet my car? " she nodded again "and what about now why did you do it again,do you enjoy pissing into expensive boots? " she shook her head "no but I didn't have a choice,I had my coffee on the train then normally I use the loo as soon as I get here but this morning I was told to come straight up here" tears began to trickle down her cheeks "I needed a wee and you could see I'd already wet my panties,I wasn't going to wee on your carpet" she sobbed slightly "it's ok if you'll excuse me I'll go clear out my desk and be on my way as soon as possible" he shook his head "sit down young lady" he said patting the couch beside him,Amy walked over,her boot squelching and sat down beside him."Now young lady I'm sorry to put you through what has just happened but" he paused for a moment "now perhaps you are wondering how come you got the temps job here,and more importantly how come I know so much about you?" she sniffled "yes sir I did wonder about that" "well" he began " I grew up not far from where your family live and like your family mine struggled to give me a decent start in life,I built all this up by my own hand and like to treat everyone fairly,yet every year at the christmas party my well heeled and well educated staff get drunk and behave like idiots,then I end up paying for it" he paused again "well I knew all about your difficult past and how like me you'd struggled to better yourself,so when the chance arose I decided to give you a try,not so much a case of you finding the job as the job finding you" she nodded "Oh I see" He smiled at her "so knowing how much those boots meant to you I was suprised to see how you were prepared to ruin them rather than damage my car,but just to be sure I engineered this mornings little incident". She nodded again "so I keep my job? " she asked him nervously "I'm afraid not" he replied "you see it wouldn't be right to employ someone who is prepared to do what you did" Amy interrupted him "oh I see" she said looking rather sad "if you'll let me finish please" he said "now as I was saying it wouldn't be right to employ someone like that,at least not on a temporary basis" she looked at him unsure what he meant "now if you'd please empty your boot into the waste bin I have a call to make" she pulled of her boot and tipped it into the bin,she was amazed at just how full it was,meanwhile the MD spoke to someone on the telephone,she was just putting her boot back on as he hung up the phone, "feel better?" he asked she nodded "good,now I'm afraid we can't do anything about those wet panties at the moment can we" she shook her head "no but I'll be ok I guess" she answered "Good,now do you remember Steve your driver from last night? "Amy nodded "yes I think so", "good, well he's waiting in the basement garage to take you home," she nodded again "ok thank you", "after you've cleaned out your desk report to the garage and then he'll give you a ride home,and on the way he's been instructed to stop by the west end and make sure you replace those boots young lady". Amy stared at him "but I can't afford new ones" she began to sob again, "oh yes you can and while you're at it get him to help you pick out some nice clothes you're going to need them" she looked at him quizzically through her tears "after all my PA needs to look smart doesn't she" Amy smiled slightly unsure what he was saying . "Anyone who is prepared to respect my property even if it means ruining their most prized possesion deserves a chance in my book.Now I'll see you back here at 9am Monday morning,goodbye" and with that he ushered her out of the office,looks like those louboutins really were lucky Amy thought as she smiled and headed for the lift THE END
  12. owlman76

    A Stable relationship

    I've had some really mad experiences, some sexual, many not, some funny and some sad, it's certainly been an interesting life so far, I may not be rich, but I have a wealth of experiences.lol
  13. owlman76


    This is the latest in a series of fictional adult stories that I have written, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. please feel free to comment. I had always been known for ending up with a collection of strange things, usually, things that people no longer wanted, but couldn't get rid of, however, the phone call that I got that day was to take it to a whole new level. The day began like any other when I got out of bed that morning there was nothing to suggest that anything strange was about to happen. I showered, made breakfast and was reading the daily paper when my phone rang, I answered it and it was a guy I knew from down the pub, Mike. He said he had a favour to ask and could I meet him in the pub at lunchtime, as it was a warm day I happily agreed, my workload wasn't too busy that week, and it would be good to relax, so at 12 o'clock I was sat in the beer garden of my local with a cool pint in one hand and a cigarette in the other, thinking how good it was to not be stuck inside on such a lovely day. Mike arrived about 10 minutes later, we sat and chatted for a while, then he suggested we have lunch and went to order a couple of steaks, at this point alarm bells, began to ring in my head, usually it was hard enough to get Mike to buy you a pint, and here he was buying me a steak dinner, in the long run, I could see this getting expensive, I knew from bitter experience that there was no such thing as a free lunch! Lunch over and I decided it was time to push Mike, he still hadn't given any hint as to what this favour was, and I didn't want him having a chance to ply me with drinks, in order to get me to agree. “ah yes”, he replied when I asked him about the favour, “I was just about to come to that”, I nodded, “go on then, give me a clue”, he thought for a moment, “well, remember a few years ago when you took in that dog, the one nobody wanted?”. I did indeed remember it, “yes, but that was then, I'm out quite a lot these days, I really couldn't have another dog, it wouldn't be fair, on either of us” I replied, wondering exactly where this was going. He closed his eyes for a second, as though searching for the right words, “look, I really think that you should consider this, it's an opportunity too good to miss, you'll regret it, and anyway this isn't a dog, it's something a little bit bigger, mind you, handled properly it would be a handy thing to have, I'd keep it myself, but I think the wife would object” I sat there and felt a slight pang of concern, what the hell was he trying to palm me off with, bigger than a dog, but could be handy if handled correctly, knowing him it was probably a gorilla, or a bloody alligator, nothing would surprise me! “look, don't make up your mind just yet, at least have a look at it, then decide, you may feel differently when you see it” he said, trying to sound encouraging. Now the first thing I didn't like was the way he kept calling it “it”, what was “it”, if it was a dog, why not call it a dog, no this had to be something difficult to handle, and probably either extremely unpleasant or possibly even dangerous! “look, it's in the car right now, let me go and get it, you take a look, if you don't fancy it then fine, I'll get rid of it somewhere else, I just thought I'd give you first refusal”, one thing about Mike, he was certainly persistent, before I had time to say anything he was up and headed for the door, “won't be a minute, don't go anywhere” and with that he was gone. I sat there for about 5 minutes, sipping my drink and wondering what the hell he was going to walk in with, I was sat looking at my phone, when I heard his voice, “here it is, what do you think?” I looked up to see him stood there with a young lady, about 20 years old, I glanced around, no I couldn't see anything odd, no crocodiles, no gorilla's, not even a large dog, what was he talking about?! He sat down and the young woman remained standing, “well, how about it, do you want it, you can take it now, put it in the car and off you go”. I glanced around again, still, nothing furry or scaly sprang into view, “Mike, what the hell have you been smoking?, I can't see anything, what and where is it?” He reached out and gently pushed the woman towards me, “here, this is it”. I looked at the young woman, she stood there, eyes looking at the floor, standing not moving like she was waiting to be told what to do! “Mike, this is a person, you can't go around giving people away” I replied, somewhat startled, “anyway, you haven't even introduced us, what's her name?”, the young woman remained motionless, eyes rooted to the floor, and silent, very silent, Mike spoke again, “well what would you like it to be, Debbie, Jane, Amanda, or what about something more, stylish like Sky or Sierra, she'll answer to whatever you call her” By now I was getting seriously annoyed, if this was his idea of a joke it was wearing thin, if it wasn't it was worrying! I looked at her standing there, patiently, expectantly, like she was waiting for something, she was quite pretty in a strange sort of way, but the baggy top and worn jeans did nothing for her.” please, have a seat” I said to her, she moved slightly, then finally spoke, “where would you like me to sit?” she asked in a quiet, nervous voice, I pointed to the chair nearest to me, “here would be fine” I said, and she sat slowly down her eyes still looking at the floor. “would you like a drink?” I asked her, “if you don't mind” she answered, “no trouble, what would you like?” I asked, “whatever you want me to drink” she replied, softly”anything will do”. I got up and walked to the bar and ordered 3 more beers, I returned to the table and placed one in front of each of us, Mike took a long gulp of his, I took a mouthful of mine, the other remained untouched, “sorry, don't you like beer?” I asked, “oh yes, but you didn't say I could drink it”she replied without looking up, “well go ahead then” I said, “drink up, it's ok”, she lifted the glass to her lips and quickly downed the drink, she must have been thirsty I thought, and went to the bar to get her another, I placed it in front of her”there you go, enjoy it” I said smiling, still she didn't look up or try to make eye content. I turned my attention back to mike, as once more she gulped down the cold beer, “what's going on here Mike, who is she, and why is she here?” I asked, “I'm trying to find a good home for her” he replied, “she belonged to a bloke I know, he got her at 16 and she's 21 soon, but he's well, he got into something he shouldn't and he's going to be away for the next 30 years, so he asked me to find her a good home, she's pretty well trained, and hardly ever makes a mess in the house” I was horrified, here we were sat in a pub, with a young woman, and he was talking about her not only as though she wasn't there, but also like she was some kind of pet, to be honest, I half expected him to throw a ball and shout “fetch”! He got up and went to get more drinks, and this time he bought one for her too, he placed it in front of her, “here for you” he said, and once again she began to drink. “Mike, what the hell is going on here, I don't even know her name, and how do we know she even wants to live with me, assuming I even wanted her to” I asked, for a split second I thought I saw her looking at me, and as I turned towards her she quickly looked back at the floor, Mike sighed, “look, she'll go where she's sent, and do whatever she's told to, and as for a name does it matter?” he said sounding a little exasperated, then, “are you enjoying your beer Ann?”. “oh yes, thank you” she replied softly, “right, so we're getting somewhere now, her name's Ann, well why didn't you use it instead of calling her “it” all the time? “ I snapped, Mike looked at me and looked at 'Ann', “Debbie, would you like to stay with my friend? “ he asked, “If that is what you want, and if he wants me” she replied, still staring at the floor, “good that's settled then” replied Mike. “hold on a minute,” I said, raising my voice slightly, “what the hell's going on, is her name Ann, or Debbie? “ I asked, “I told you, she'll answer to whatever you call her” replied Mike, “anyway, try her for a couple of days, I'll ring you at the end of the week, if it's not working out, then I'll get rid of her for you” and with that he was gone, leaving me and whatever her name was sitting at the table! I stood up and she flinched as I did so, “stay there I'll get us another drink, same again?” I asked, “if you like” she replied, glancing up at me for a second. I went to the bar once more, this time I got a couple of bags of crisps as well, she looked as though she could do with something to eat. I returned to the table, put the drinks down and the crisps, then took a cigarette from my pack and lit it, I thought I saw a quick glance towards me as I took a long drag on the cigarette, “want one” I asked, holding the pack towards her, “if you're sure” she replied, reaching out nervously and taking one from the pack, I lit it for her and she sat silently smoking it, she never touched the beer or the crisps. “Don't forget your drink, oh and there's some crisps there too, in case your hungry” I said as I sat watching her nervously smoking, “oh, thank you, it's very good of you to buy me these things, I'm afraid I don't have any money, I wasn't allowed any, in fact I wasn't allowed much”she said, then suddenly went quiet and looked down once more, and for the first time I noticed the small bag at her feet. She saw me looking at it, and picked it up,”I suppose that's some of your stuff is it?” I asked, she handed it to me, “it belongs to you now” she replied, rather sadly, I opened the small holdall and looked inside, I couldn't believe what I saw, there was a length of chain, a couple of padlocks, a small whip and what from experience I knew to be a heavy leather dog collar, of the type used for large dogs, apart from this the bag was empty! I closed it and dropped it back on the floor, she squirmed slightly in her seat as she finished her beer, we sat in silence, her trying not to look at me, and me wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into, she began to eat the crisps,squirming more and more with each mouthful, “don't you like them, you don't have to eat them if you don't want” I told her, “no they're lovely, I haven't had crisps in ages” she replied softly, “it's so good of you to buy me a treat”. We continued to sit there, her squirming occasionally as she ate every tiny crumb, I opened the other bag, “here, have those too”, she glanced across, being careful not to make eye contact, “thank you” she replied, she was partway through the second bag, when she squirmed in her seat and went rigid for a moment, then she let out a sudden gasp, I heard a hissing noise and then a noise that sounded like running water,glancing down I saw liquid running through the slats in her chair, after a couple of minutes it stopped, she saw me looking at her and cowered slightly, almost shrinking back into the chair, “I'm so sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer, I did try, honestly, please don't be angry with me” I looked at her and could see the tears welling up in her eyes, and for the first time I noticed something else, although she had quite pretty eyes, I could see not only fear but also great sadness and for the first time that day I felt a deep sadness too. I sat for a moment, then suddenly it dawned on me, this poor girl was sat in a public place, she'd just wet herself, and was now sat with a large puddle beneath her chair, she must have been embarrassed enough with just me there, how would she feel if anyone else came in? I stood up and put my cigs back into my pocket, she didn't move, “come on then, I think it's time we left, don't you?” she got up slowly and picked up the bag, before following me along the street, fortunately I only lived a few hundred yards from the pub, so if we were lucky we wouldn't bump into anyone, which was the last thing I wanted considering her jeans were soaking. I glanced around, she was walking behind me, keeping several paces back, I stopped and so did she, she wouldn't come too close, I held out my hand, “come on, don't be nervous” I said, she approached slowly, timidly, then hesitantly took my hand. We soon arrived at my front door, I opened it and stepped inside, she, however, remained stood on the doorstep, “come in, don't stand there, and close the door”, she quickly entered and gently shut the door behind her, I entered the lounge, once again she stood waiting in the hall, “oh do come in” I called out, once again she came slowly nervously into the room. I stood for a minute or two, trying to take stock of the situation, I appeared to have somehow become the “owner” of a young woman, how the hell did I get myself into this situation, and how was I going to deal with it? I became aware of her stood there, looking nervously around the room almost as though looking for something, that she seemed unable to find, this seemed to unsettle her, however before I could say anything, she seemed to have found the answer to her unspoken question, and opened her holdall, she took out the small whip and handed it to me in silence, then before I could speak, she bent herself over the arm of the chair making sure here bottom was held quite high, “do you want me to remove my jeans, or will you beat me over them, master,?” I stood there, looking at the whip in my hand and her bent over the arm of my chair, what the hell was going on, why should I want to beat her, and why was she asking if I wanted her jeans on or off, and above all what was all this 'master' business? I dropped the whip on the carpet and took a step forward, she cringed and let out a small whimper! I opened the drinks cabinet and took out two glasses, poured a couple of bourbons and sat down, “well, I think to be honest, if you don't mind, I'd like you to remove the jeans, I don't think it's good to be sat in them after your little accident do you?” She stood up and began to unfasten them, “no master, and I'm so very sorry, I'll try not to let it happen again”. She slipped off her shoes, and with no hesitation removed the soaking wet jeans, leaving her wearing only the top and a pair of white panties, plain ordinary ones, not in the least bit flattering, but nothing about this poor creature was in any way flattering. “ shall I take these off too?” she asked, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties,”erm no, I think it's best to keep them on, at least for now” I replied, “and please sit down”, she came over and sat on the floor by my feet, “don't you want to sit here” I asked, patting the sofa beside me, “oh may I , that's very kind of you” she said brightening up slightly She sat down beside me and I handed her the glass of bourbon,” do you like bourbon?” I asked, “I'll drink whatever you tell me to master” she replied. “no hold on a minute, you drink what you like, not what someone tells you to” I told her, she took a sip of the drink, “it's rather sharp, but I'll drink it” she answered, “no, wait a minute, if you don't like it don't drink it, there's a drinks cabinet over there, go and get yourself a drink of something you do like”, she stared at me for a second, then hurriedly looked away, “if you insist master, I don't want to be difficult”. She got up and walked nervously to the cabinet, opened it and stood looking at the bottles, finally she picked up a bottle of Bacardi, “would you mind if I had one of these, with a little lemonade, they used to let me have some on special occasions, and today is well sort of special” I nodded and she poured herself a small glass of drink and sat back on the sofa. We sat in silence for several minutes, I could see her making furtive glances around her, “when is master going to show me around, where I can and cannot go, and where would you like me to sleep” she eventually asked, I drained my glass and went to get up, she was up before I knew it, “please master, let me get you another, I'm sorry I didn't have one waiting for you” she grabbed the glass and moved swiftly to the cabinet, poured a large glass, and hurried back to me with it.” there you go master, I'll try and do better next time”. I took a mouthful of the drink then got slowly up, “follow me” I headed into the kitchen and showed her where everything was kept, then upstairs, I pointed out my bedroom, and the toilet, and the bathroom, the box room and finally the guest bedroom, like mine it had an ensuite shower and toilet, her eyes lit up when she saw it, “you mean this is my room master,all for me, and I'm allowed to use the shower too!”,she almost squealed, “yes it's your room, you'll find the remote for the TV in the bedside drawer, and anything else you want, well just ask” I replied, turning for the stairs, she followed me back down and I sat back on the sofa, she remained standing, “sit down” I said, I need to think about what I am going to do about your clothes for a start, “oh yes, sorry master” she replied, hurriedly taking off her baggy black top, “sorry I didn't think”. She stood up in front of me, a plain white bra and the damp panties was all she was wearing, she turned around slowly allowing me to get a good look at her body, when she'd done a complete 360, she removed her bra, and finally her panties, she turned and bent over, parting her legs, giving me a good view of her shaven pussy, she straightened up again and turned to face me, she lifted her small breasts and allowed them to fall back down, “I'm sorry they're not very big, but they are quite firm, and are you happy with what's down below, I only shaved yesterday, I can go and do it again if you wish” I nodded my head, yes I'm fine, and no you don't need to shave, unless you want to” I added, she almost smiled at this point. I picked up her panties of the floor, “they are clean master, well apart from the stains from wetting them, honest” she reached forward and gently took them from me, she turned them inside out and inspected the gusset, “see, no brown marks, I always make sure they're clean I wash them every night, do you want me to do something in them, my previous master used to have me do it once a week” she replied. “do what once a week?” I asked,she blushed slightly, “ you know, go to the toilet in them , if I'd been good he'd let me do it at home, if not he'd take me for a walk and I had to do it while we were out, if he said I'd been really bad” she paused for a moment, “go on” I said, that same sad look that I'd seen in the beginning came back to her eye's. “well if I'd been really bad he used to make me wait for a couple of days, then he'd make me drink this liquid and take me out somewhere busy, after about half an hour I couldn't hold it in, I used to try really I did, but it would all come pouring out into my panties, everybody would stare and then he'd take me home and beat me, then he'd make me stand in the yard without my clothes and he'd clean me up with a hosepipe” My god, what had she been through, I got up, I needed the bathroom myself now, all that beer wanted out. I told her to sit and relax, I was going to use the loo and we'd talk again in a few minutes, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me, and began to pull at my zip, before I knew what was happening she had pulled my cock from my trousers, “please don't I'm here I can do it for you” she whimpered, “honest, I'm good at it, I quite enjoy it actually”, she took my cock and aimed it towards her mouth, “do you want to do it all in me, or do you want to do it over me?” she asked. I stood there, and she began to plead, “please master, piss on me or in me I don't care which” I lost control and began to piss, she closed her mouth around my cock and swallowed every drop, “thank you master” she said when I had finished. I looked at her stood there naked and handed her her panties, “put these back on “ I said, she looked a little puzzled but did as she was told, “and the bra” I continued, she sat alongside me in her underwear and we spent the next half hour chatting, apparently she'd left home at 16 and hadn't been able to get a proper job, she'd got behind with the rent on her bedsit and had been doing 'favours' for the landlord in order to keep a roof over her head, eventually he'd tired of her and passed her on to a mate of he's. This second bloke had been something of a sadist and enjoyed beating her, he'd used a variety of things on her depending on how bad he thought her behaviour had been, she hadn't slept in a proper bed for a number of years, except when he wanted her to perform some sexual act on her,and even then it was usually something brutal, she wasn't used to being cuddled, or given something without having to earn it, and as far as she could remember her name was Laura! Suddenly she squirmed in her seat, I glanced over and saw a small damp patch on the crotch of her panties, “something the matter Laura?” I asked, she shook her head, “it's ok master, I can hold it” she squirmed again and glanced down at her crotch, “oh I hope I can” she whimpered. I got up and took hold of her hand, “come with me” I said, trying to sound soothing, her eyes widened with fear and there was panic in her voice, “no please it's ok I'll hold it honest” another spurt dampened her panties and she let out a small sob, “I'm so sorry, I'll try and do better honest I'll really try” I led her upstairs into her new bedroom and into the ensuite, “now why don't you relax, do what you need to do” I said in my softest voice, “you know you want to, it's ok, go ahead” she sat on the toilet without removing her panties, and slowly let loose, she parted her legs, giving me a good view as her pent up urine poured through the thin material making them transparent, eventually she stopped peeing, and stood up, “did that please you master, I want to please you” she said softly. I knelt down in front of her and slowly pulled down her wet panties, took a quick look at the label in the back and dropped them in the sink, “Laura, Laura, what am I going to do with you? “ I said softly, better get yourself cleaned up, I'll get you a towel” I added, gently guiding her into the shower. I left her alone for five minutes while I went to collect some towels from the linen cupboard, I also grabbed one of the soft white fluffy dressing gowns I was so fond of. When I returned to her room she was stood naked and wet in front of the sink, frantically scrubbing at her worn white panties, I reached out and took them from her and threw them into the bin, “I don't think you'll be needing them any more, well not while you're here anyway” I told her handing her one of the soft white towels, “here dry yourself with this” she stood in front of me and started to rub her hair before working her way slowly down her body, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of the soft towel against her skin, and the fact that she was totally unphased by being totally naked in front of me, a comparative stranger, spoke volumes about her previous life. When she had finished she began to fold up the towel,” no, throw it in here” I said pointing to the laundry basket, “I'll show you where to find more later on, and if you look in that drawer over there, you'll find a hairdryer”, I said for the first time that day I saw her smile, and smiling suited her, she headed off to the drawer and took out the hairdryer, “there's a stool underneath for you to sit on, and there are some other bits and pieces in the small drawer on the other side” I said softly, “help yourself”, there wasn't much in the drawer, just some deodorants, toothbrushes and other bits that I kept for the occasional house guest.” she opened the drawer and smiled, “oh thank you”she said, I handed her the soft fluffy dressing gown, “you can wear this for now” I said, “unless you prefer to walk around naked” she took it from me and once again smiled, “thank you master, that's very kind of you”, “no problem at all, now I have to go out for a while, only an hour, when your done feel free to have a look around the house, watch tv, or help yourself to some food, there's plenty in the cupboards or the freezer”. I headed downstairs, out of the front door and into town, I was a man on a mission! I headed into the large superstore, they sold everything, food, clothes, toiletries, alcohol, it really was a one-stop shop. I grabbed a trolley and headed to the clothing section, suddenly I was nervous, this was something I hadn't done before and I had misgivings about a man wandering around the women's section! I stopped by the underwear section and hesitated, a young store assistant appeared, “may I help you, sir,?” she asked, suddenly right in front of me was the answer to my problems, “yes, if you wouldn't mind, I have a young lady come to stay and all her luggage was lost on the flight over” I lied, trying to sound convincing,”the only thing is, I said I'd pick up a few bits and pieces while she had a lie down, but I don't really know what to get her” I continued, “not a problem sir, do you know her size?” she went on, and how old is she? “ I paused for a second,”yes I know her sizes, and she's almost 21, my niece actually” I said offering an excuse as to why I a man in my late 30's would have such a young lady staying with me. “fine, she's lucky to have you, what size bra does she take?” she went on, “oh, er 36B “ I replied, and she's a size 10, the assistant picked out a couple of nice bra's one black, one white, “these should do” she said, adding”you don't need many, panties, however, are a different matter” she picked up a pair of silky white bikini style, full fitting but quite stylish “how about these, not too plain, not too fussy?” she asked, I nodded, and she picked out several pairs, black, white, red, blue, and a dark green pair and placed them in the trolley before heading to the tops, she picked out several reasonably priced blouses, half a dozen T-shirts and a couple of jumpers, a pair of pale blue jeans and a couple of pairs of leggings, “what about shoes?” she asked, “I'm not sure of her size” I answered, then looking at the young lady's feet added, “probably about the same as you” she smiled, “that'll be a 5 then, you can always bring them back if they don't fit”. I chose a pair of black shoes with a small heel, a pair of slippers, and a pair of black knee-high boots with a 3-inch heel, finally we selected a nice coat with a fur collar. I went to the checkout and paid for the goods, it was a shade over £150 pounds, a good bit dearer than keeping a dog, I thought to myself as I inserted my card into the machine. I arrived home to find Laura sat in one of the chairs in the lounge, quietly watching tv, she had a glass of bacardi in front of her, and jumped up as I entered the room, “sorry master, I was just watching tv, I haven't seen it in ages, I had some bread and butter, oh, and I helped myself to another bacardi, I know I shouldn't but I did, it won't happen again, promise”, and once again the sad look returned to her eyes. I'd like you to come with me please Laura, to your bedroom if you don't mind” she shot off the chair and was headed towards the stairs at top speed, “yes master, right away” I picked up the bags and climbed the stairs, when I arrived at her door it was closed, I knocked then after a few moments entered, she was stood at the end of the bed, totally naked, the dressing gown she'd been wearing lay folded neatly on the chair. “I know, I abused your good nature, I shouldn't have touched your drink, I deserve this” she whimpered, bending over the chair, I noticed the contents of the bag from earlier had been laid out on the dresser, like some medieval torture implements! I snatched up the whip and brought it down hard on the edge of the dresser, it made a horrible noise and she gasped, then sighed as she realised it hadn't made contact with her bottom, I looked down and saw a small damp patch on the carpet between her legs, she was so frightened she'd wet herself! I snatched all the things up and hurled them all into the bin, we wouldn't be using them, ever! I took hold of her hand and pulled her to a standing position, “Laura, you've wet yourself, and you've only just had a shower” I said trying not to sound angry, “I know I couldn't help it, it's just that my previous master used to say I hadn't been beaten properly if I didn't wet and well I didn't know how hard you were going to beat me, you haven't done it yet, I will feel better when I get used to a beating from you”. I couldn't believe it, the only thing she understood was beatings and abuse, I sat down and looked at her, “now listen, if this is going to work out between us, you have to realise that I'm not like anyone you're used too ok”, she nodded, “good, now I'm going to go back downstairs and have a drink, I want you to clean yourself up and get dressed, then I think we'll go out for dinner”, and with that I left the room and headed back to the lounge. About 10 minutes later she entered the room. “do I look ok master?” she asked nervously, I glanced up at her, a nice T-shirt, black leggings and the boots, she looked stunning, I'd never have thought earlier that she could look so good, and she still wasn't wearing any make-up. She stood in front of me and lifted her top, then after making sure I got a good look at her bra, she pulled her leggings down to her boot tops, then after standing there for a few seconds, she turned around and bent over, the black panties stretched taught against her pert bottom, again after a few seconds, she stood up and replaced her leggings, “does my master like what he see's?” she asked nervously, I nodded my head, “oh very much” I replied, and with that she smiled, “maybe I can please you later in some way” she answered. We returned to the pub where we had first met that morning, found a table and after getting a drink, we sat down and studied the menu, she asked me to order for her so I chose a couple of steaks with all the trimmings, we sat and chatted, or at least I did, while we ate our food, then later when it was time for another drink, I handed her a ten pound note, and sent her to the bar, she seemed stunned that I would trust her with my money. We'd had a great night, by closing time we'd both had several drinks and headed home, this time she walked alongside me, holding my hand, we'd just reached the end of my street when suddenly she stopped, “oh no, no, no, it's coming, I'm so sorry” she wept, “I tried really I did”. I looked down and there it was again, the familiar puddle, she'd wet herself. Again! “Laura, why did you do that?” I asked, “because I couldn't hold it” she sobbed, “I tried, I guess I shouldn't have had that last drink” I took her hand and we continued home, once in the lounge I looked at her, she was soaked, without saying a word she removed her boots, the were soaked, as were her leggings which she took off next, finally the T-shirt, once again she was stood there in just her underwear, she looked quite sexy, even with her wet panties, I began to feel a familiar twitch in my groin and before long I was struggling to hide my erection. Laura, had spotted it and instantly bent over the arm of the chair, “I'm so sorry, I wet my new clothes, and caused you to get aroused” she said quietly, “please, you need to punish me” I stood up, “ok if you insist” I replied, “get ready, her pert bottom quivered a little, but this time she didn't wet herself! I gave her 6 playful slaps across the rear of her wet black panties and told her to sit down, she seemed amazed I hadn't beaten her with the whip. She knelt down in front of me, and opened my trousers, she took my erection in her mouth and began to suck it, within a few moments I could feel I was about to come, she swallowed it all and smiled, “do you feel better now master?” I certainly did. I explained to her that I didn't want to humiliate her and that she didn't have to wait to be told to use the toilet, or even ask, if she needed to go, she should just go, also she didn't need to perform sex acts on me to please me, if she wanted to do something then fine, but she didn't have to. I suggested we go to bed and start again tomorrow, she asked once again if I was sure she was to sleep in the bed, I said she was, she thanked me and headed off up the stairs. It took several weeks to break the habit of her having to be told everything, like what to eat, and when or when she could or couldn't use the bathroom, and there were a few incidents when I'd come home later than intended and found she'd wet herself, simply because she'd been unable to ask me for permission to use the bathroom. One day I arrived home to find her washing clothes in the sink, she'd forgotten that she didn't need permission to urinate and as a result had soaked a pair of new jeans, and felt embarrassed about me finding out. It has taken a good while to break her habits, but we persevered and to be honest she turned out to be a domestic goddess, she was very good at cooking and cleaning, and I began to enjoy coming home after a hard days work to a tidy home and a cooked meal. One night after coming home to an excellent meal, and some drinks, I decided to take things further, and asked if she'd like to share my bed that night, to be honest for quite a while I had started to develop feelings for her. She said she would and we had a wonderful night, I eventually fell asleep and when I awoke she was still cuddling me. I went off to work that day and did some serious thinking, I would keep her, but only as an equal partner, she would have her own money and be free to come and go as she wished, she could even get a job if she wanted, although, with the amount of money I was earning I hoped she wouldn't feel the need to do this, I really enjoyed coming home to a hot meal and a pretty face. We sat and discussed it and she said she was more than happy to stay, but she didn't want to go back to having her own room, which was fine by me, she still had the odd accidental wetting, but to be honest I'd always been turned on by it, I sent her out shopping one day and she bought herself some pvc leggings, now most of her “accidents” are staged, she smiles and laughs, “I'm afraid I've been a naughty girl again” she giggles, “I think I need a spanking”. I took yesterday off work and went to the jewellery store, later on we went out for a meal, I was so glad she decided to wear her sexy PVC leggings, because I'm sure she wet herself with shock when she saw the ring I bought her, we're busy organising a wedding and Mike is top of the guest list. THE END
  14. owlman76

    A Stable relationship

    believe it or not, there are a couple near me where they do! I have a friend and one day after we'd known each other for a few years, he asked if I had ever done any work on any of the local farms, I said that I used to do quite a bit on a few of the riding stables. He then asked if I'd ever come across one with a mud pit round the back, I said that I hadn't although most of them were muddy in winter, that was when he told me that he knew someone who owned one of them and it had a large mud pit, they used to make all sorts of movies involving mud, as well as others, he also told me that when he was on theS&M scene he met a woman who lived near me, wh became one of Europes top dominatrix's, she owns a 'massage' parlour in town and also a local stables, apparently that's where she makes all her kinky movies, but I've never been lucky enough to be called out there.
  15. owlman76

    A Stable relationship

    To be honest the idea for it came from a stables I used to work at, the owner was a kinky old sod and used to chat up any decent girl who went there, he'd had sex with the girl who ran the office, one of the older women who kept a horse there, and later on her 21 year old daughter! he then moved on to one of the women who worked in a the bar at the small club he ran. It was funny watching him with the 21 year old though, she was a right kinky one, most days she'd come in in a scruffy top, dirty jodhpurs and a pair of short boots, always covered in horse muck and mud. On the days she knew he was about she'd wear a tight white blouse, beige jodhpurs so tight they were up her crack, and long shiny black boots. They tried to pretend nothing was going on, but one day I was in a local supermarket and they came walking down one of the aisles together holding hands. She was proper kinky though, I was cutting some wood one day and the saw was struggling, it was one of those electric ones, she came along and asked if I wanted her to help keep the wood steady while I cut it, I said OK, so she sat on it, the vibrations were massive and I could tell she was getting off on it, when we'd finished she got up and there was an obvious wet patch on her jodhpurs, I made a joke about her wetting them, she just giggled and replied that, yes they were wet, but she hadn't had a wee in them.I knew exactly what she meant, I'd seen her getting off on the vibrations, and deliberately made them worse. lol. There was this lad came working there and he kept looking at the girls in their tight jodhpurs and asking me if I thought they had panties on underneath, I said I knew a lot of girls went commando under their jodhpurs, as it was more comfortable when they were riding. I knew this because I'd been out with a couple of horseriders in the past, anyway he wasn't convinced, so one day I was on the yard and he arrived, this slim blonde girl walked past a few times, she had long boots on and really tight pale blue jodhpurs, he started on again about how he wondered if she had anything on under them, so seeing as how I knew her very well, I decided to settle the argument, so I called her over and told her we were debating whether girls wore anything under their jodhpurs or not, she just laughed and said most girls didn't because any form of underwear could rub and be uncomfortable, in fact, she continued, most of us even shave our bits too, there's nothing worse than getting your hairs caught.I thought the lad was going to cum on the spot, you could just tell he was turned on by hearing the details straight from the horses mouth, so to speak.