Finding the address had been simple in it self, obviously no one was supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to.

A short while later she saw her ex-manger leave the warehouse and drive off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manger, was that she thought he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything, until the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty co over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used.

As Barbara she stood there she felt like "Vixen" the heroine she played in her own movies, she had also dressed like her as well choosing to wear a tight black lycra body stocking, knee length boots, gloves an... [ Read More ]

Betty's Travels
By GreyRose

Chapter 2: And here's the Pitch

Outside the rain had stopped, and the fog that now closed in would have
been a credit to London itself. Inside the store two women moved about,
Mistress Nika striding about nervously double checking everything,
Betty inching her way along, trying to look busy so that she would not
receive any more adjustments to her attire.

In the half-hour that Betty had been dressed, Mistress Nika had come
along and adjusted her outfit twice. The first time the Mistress had
changed her mind on the shoes, adding a locking strap over the lacings
on the latex ankle boots with 6" heels. Also she had added a short
chain to link both of Betty's ankles, allowing them no more than a foot
of space. Betty thought that the chain was overkill since the hobble
skirt, even though it stopped at the middle of her thigh, kept her from
taking longer steps anyway.

The other time, Mistress Nika had decided that Betty had too much reach... [ Read More ]

Betty's Travels
by GreyRose

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Big City

The wipers beat double time to push the rain aside, Betty peered
through the windshield trying to find her way. Not for the first time
she regretted taking that turn off, but she had been sure that was the
one that would get her to that gas station. The noise under the hood
was getting worse and worse and she had less and less hope of finding
a phone let alone someplace to get help with her car.

When the engine finally gave out Betty was able to get it over to the
curb. Looking out the windows all she could see through the rain were
deserted streets and buildings that went into the clouds.

'Wait, is that a light..? Yes! Somebody's still open!' Betty thought
to herself. Gathering up her purse and coat, she jumped out and ran
for the store. Before she managed 10 steps, she was soaked to the
skin. By the time she reached the door, a block away, water oozed out
of her clothes.

The door chimed... [ Read More ]

Susan arrived at work around nine o clock as normal, and let herself in. She had just put the coffee-pot on when she saw Mr. Soames drive up to his parking space behind the three-story building he had rented for his business. He had rented a large building as he intended to sub let some of the space out at a latter date, but for now the lower floor acted as a reception area and the second floor office as his private office, the upper story being left empty. As Susan sat at her desk and began to type out some letters it was just like any other ordinary day, little did Susan know what was in store for her and the changes that today would bring.

Susan had worked for Mr. Soames for 6 months and found him to be the perfect gentleman; in actual fact she was in love with him but had never had the nerve to act on her thoughts. About 11:30 that morning he came in and said that he was going to the bank to see his bank manager then he would have lunch and would probably be back late that afte... [ Read More ]

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension
breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired
and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end.
Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the
game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking
some decidedly kinky turns.

Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn.
Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to
wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed
hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she
had been so distracted by her pinioned hands.... That night was the
first time she and Carol had made love.

Later, wrapped in a warm robe, drinking some wine, and listening to
some soft jazz, Ann was still trying to come up with a really good Dare
for Carol. This was always much harder for her, besides being more
submissive... [ Read More ]