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Click hereShe couldn't do this to me. As I got silent, fearing that some of the neighbors would hear the shouting, the gut-wrenching fear took hold of me. There was absolutely nothing forcing her to let me in. And I knew that that fuck wouldn't stand up for me. She could keep me here until tomorrow ...hell, she could never let me in if she wanted.
Her message was loud and clear. She could have me out of my house, this easily. I rubbed my palms on my upper body, as I felt hot tears rolling down my cold cheek as I looked at my home from the outside. It wasn't even my house anymore. If it was I wouldn't be the one standing outside its gate would I. I started mobbing silently. The only place I could go to was my mother's, and to reach there I had to walk like this, in my pajamas, in my slippers, through the cold, for half an hour to the bus station, and I'd have to get myself a free ticket somehow. Beg for money or something. God. "Morgaaaan." I cried, then in a moment of temporary madness grabbed the gate's bars and shook them forward and backward, hearing the sound of clanking steel erupt through the whole neighborhood. "Open the fucking gate..."
Hearing the sound of salvation, I skiped to the intercom as soon as I'd heard its noise. "Morgan...you there," I sniffled with hope.
"...You're gonna do as you're told?"
"I'll do whatever the fuck you want?" I whined with desperation as the cold started making it's way into my bones. "Just let me in...I'll do anything you want Morgan please."
"What's the first thing you gonna do when you step in the house."
"Morgan please--"
"Answer."
"I'm gonna eat the dessert."
"Before that."
"Wha..." my eyes darted everywhere as I tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about. "Whatever you want Morgan."
"We already established that...but what you gonna do first of all, after I generously, kindly, forgive you for what you did and let you inside your house again." She teased. She had to be enjoying this, tormenting me while I stood outside in the cold, ready to do whatever she ordered.
"...I'm gonna...thank you...?" I said.
"Outta girl." She laughed.
The gate buzzed, and I shoved it open, running towards the door. It opened before I got there and Morgan stood at it with her hands on her hips. I collapsed at my doorstep, throwing myself at the ground, I wrapped my arms around her calves and leaned eagerly down till my face rested against the tops of her stockinged feet. I started kissing like my life depended on it. I pecked at her feet, quickly and forcefully, hitting my face at the top of her feet and toes like a chicken picking up food from the floor.
Morgan wiggled her toes under my lips. "That's it," she gave a relaxed sigh. "Grovel. Thank me for letting you into your own house."
"Thanks Morgan," I whined eagerly as I laid another kiss. "Thank you."
Great story and unwinding very nicely. This may be the best story beginning I’ve read. Great job E W
Don't listen to all these idiots in the comments, this is one of the best erotic stories I've read. You must write more chapters for this!
Don’t listen to the shitty nitpicks about typos, or frustrating characters. This was a wonderful story— wonderfully written, and with a perfectly enjoyable humiliation kink baked in~
Keep writing, I’m sure whatever you do next will be just as stellar!
That was the stupidest story I ever read. I kept thinking there would be something salvagable by the but nope, nothing. I shouldn't have wasted my time.
So unbelievable the wife acting like that if she loves her house so much an knows her husband hates her an her best friend too I’m assuming they are making her do all the cooking laxatives would be a good trick in time for Morgan an her husband to go to work an then change the locks an get a guard dog it’s infuriating how pathetic she is I skipped 2 chapters
I would love to read another chapter to this story. I absolutely loved it.
if you don't know how to spell a word . . . look it up [its Colleagues, not "colleges"].
A writer's job is to spin a web, a willing sense of disbelief, using the wrong word destroys the illusion you're trying to create.
Keep going though, your writing is much better than most.
Love this story! Hopefully we Morgan force Judy to clean the house while completely nude. Just to humiliate her more
Making your main antagonist pure evil with no gratification for the protagonist renders this piece hard to swallow. The writing is good, the pace is good, the emotion is there but it is one of anger and resentment. No one can root for Morgan who is simply evil torturing her own friend for personal pleasure, with no moral compass. No one can root for Judy because behind every humiliation kink there has to be pleasure at some level, Judy gets none during the whole story. No one will root for Mark who is used as a simple prop with no personality, no will and no purpose but stand next to Morgan. Lots of potential but leaves one only with frustration from all characters.