ABDL related stories
Crossing Texas – Chapter Ten Amanda returned on Friday morning. Other than the exchange with Mary, the week was uneventful. Except for Sara, all the employees were wary of me, a suspicion which was, I believe, prolonged by my addressing them as “Mistress”. All the women, including Sara, were uneasy with being in a dominant … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Nine Thankfully my situation improved somewhat after Sunday evening’s low point. Monday morning Sara stopped by my room, told me to not worry as Amanda had left for a couple of days to visit relatives. She said that Amanda would ease up on me once I proved to her that I … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Eight I followed Sara to Amanda’s house, which was about a block west of the hotel, away from the highway noise. Unused to walking in heels, I had difficulty keeping up. My heart throbbed with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Sara entered without knocking. Odd, I thought, Sara must live … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Seven A section of the floor of the ladies room was still shiny wet as the three pretty schoolgirls chatted. “So that’s what it looks like when a guy comes,” Jennifer asked innocently. “Yes, Jen,” Katie answered, “except that usually the guy isn’t wearing panties.” “Or a bra,” giggled Ashley. “Or … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Six I began gathering up my purchases when Ashley interrupted. “Hey. I have a digital camera in my purse. Let’s take a few photographs of him. Great idea! Can we,” Katie asked. She wasn’t addressing me; her question was posed to Sara. These girls apparently realized that Sara was in full … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Five By now I had finished dressing. I looked in the full length mirror and saw a girl, a skinny teenaged girl, wearing a pleated green and red plaid skirt which ended at least two inches above her knees, and a simple white blouse. My maroon shoes had one inch heels … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Four I had barely finished shaving and showering when I heard a knock on the door. “C’mon, Pamela, let’s get going. I don’t want to be up all night with you.” It was Sara. Hurriedly I donned the lavender slacks and white blouse, then opened the door. “Hurry up, Pamela,” said … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Three “Jesus,” I muttered as I pulled on the slacks. A bit baggy in the hips, and a zipper on the side where it would do a man no good, but otherwise a fairly decent fit. Unlike the lavender slacks, the blouse was white and not readily distinguishable from a guy’s … Read more