Lady Lucia

The Road Trip, Part Nine

A make-over. From my sister.

I knew it was a terrible idea, but I had already agreed. At least, agreed enough for Kate to interpret the decision as fully made. Just like with the pull-ups.

And, with our mother now involved in the conversation, I felt even more pressure to j...

The Tutor, Part Five

I’ll admit, Annabelle was brighter than I expected her to be.

The stereotype/cliché of rich teenagers coasting by with their parents’ money made it easy to make false assumptions. At the same time, I probably wasn’t wrong; Annabelle would have plenty of job security and cu...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Eight

The test itself sounded fairly standard, save for one surprise.

Mrs. Lewis briefly explained how there were five sections to complete. Mathematics, Reading, Science, History, and Religion. Amelia must have been more transparent than she normally considered herself, as the woman i...

The Tutor, Part Four

“Come, Meredith.”

I had mixed feelings about being spoken to in such a way, especially since Annabelle had said it twice now. It was demeaning on the surface, but I also couldn’t sense any malice in her words. She was being so nonchalant, where I’d normally expect such a ...

UPDATE (06/08/22)

First of all, welcome to all my new patrons this month! I'm really flattered to have this much support after only a few weeks of diving into website design and Patreon posts. Just a few notes about my Tier Two process, which will be ever evolving as I try all this out for the first time--

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The Road Trip, Part Eight

Kate hadn’t given me a make-over in years.

We used to do each others’ hair and make-up all the time when we were younger, before we started drifting apart in our teenage years. I was all academics and extracurriculars. Kate was the total opposite. Naturally, we were both cont...

The Tutor, Part Three

Red hair.

That’s the first thing that drew my eye, especially amidst all the neutral colors that made up the spacious living room. She was wearing a black skirt and an emerald satin top; the classy outfit immediately answered my recent question. Rich teenagers don’t dress dow...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Seven

Amelia didn’t like it, but it’s like Ashley said: Rules are rules.

She retrieved her phone from where she had stashed it in her blazer pocket earlier, and added it to the collection of things in her purse. Zipping it up for a sense of security, despite how easy it would be fo...

June Story Focus (Poll Two)

And for my website stories--I'll only count the incomplete ones, as the others are already fully posted elsewhere.

June Story Focus (Poll One)

Well, Jofeyes, you're the only $10 patron at the moment; that means you have all the power! I'll still make this a public post, in case future subscribers would like to see this poll and the one immediately following this.

Which Patreon story would you like me to focus on the mos...

The Road Trip, Part Seven

Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough.

Step by step, Kate walked me all the way back to the car. The soaked underwear didn’t help my mental state; I was constantly distracted by the way the snug pull-ups somehow managed to both cling to me and slightly sag all at the same time...

The Tutor, Part Two

Did this girl live in a mansion??

I grew up in a small house in the suburbs, so I wasn’t sure where the line was between ‘big house’ and ‘mansion.’ But for all intents and purposes, that’s what it felt like when approaching the Alodia’s property. Aside from the huge...

The Tutor (Dom/sub)

First day on the job.

I was still a little hesitant about committing myself to this; the only reason I said ‘yes’ in the first place was because the money was just too good to pass up.

Back in high school, I would have answered the call to tutor without any hesitation. ...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Six

While accepting the full dress code seemed like the mature thing to do in the moment, Amelia regretted her decision a few minutes later.

It didn’t fully dawn on her until Ashley was handing her a pair of slightly worn black flats she had fished out from the Lost and Found. It w...

The Road Trip, Part Six

“Excuse me?”

Kate did not just say that.

“You know I can be convincing, Annie,” she said, with a wink, “And wet, yellow pull-ups will look pretty bad. Do you really think they’ll believe it’s from my drink?”

“No one will believe you, Kate!�...

The Road Trip, Part Five

Unbelievable.

As if one pull-up wasn’t enough. Ever the one to push her luck, Kate seemed intent on doubling up the bulky underwear that I’d be wearing for the rest of the drive. I knew exactly what she was doing, and yet it was working anyway. Now that I was already wearing ...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Five

The schoolgirl fantasy might be alluring to some, but Amelia felt the complete opposite as she looked herself over in the mirror. She hadn’t expected to change into the Westridge uniform right away, but that’s the first thing Ashley had taken her to do. The handicap bathroom gave h...

The Road Trip, Part Four

“Kate, what are you doing?”

“Making sure you do your dare! What, would you rather lift your skirt to prove it outside?”

“No, but-” I began, trailing off. As usual, my sister had a way of making it sound like she was right. There were plenty of reasons why I shou...

The Road Trip, Part Three

The mature college school girl within me was screaming ‘NO.’

I’m nineteen. Way too old and way too mature to be wearing something so childish. Especially since it was Kate’s dare, and nothing good ever comes from letting my younger sister have her way. But my self conscio...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Four

A student uniform?

Why on earth couldn’t she just wear her normal clothes to observe a few classes?

That’s exactly what Amelia asked, of course, but Mrs. Thompson was quick to explain. For starters, it would be less disruptive and less distracting if there was simply an...

The Road Trip, Part Two

I hadn’t even agreed to anything yet! But there I was, standing alone in the rest stop aisle with the babyish underwear Kate was so eager to make me wear. Sighing to myself, I made my way to the front of the store. Thank God this was on a road trip, far away from our home city. I cou...

The Road Trip (ABDL)

“Come on, Annie!”

“No.”

“Please? Please, please, please?!”

God, she was whiny! For a girl who physically looked like an older version of me, Kate certainly didn’t act the part. Around our parents, she was a cute and innocent angel. At school, she was a p...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Three

“Hey, Amelia!”

Once again, Ashley was working the front desk. Amelia was surprised, for a number of reasons. Wasn’t the girl a student? And didn’t she say she wasn’t working today? Then again, Amelia had only been here at lunchtime and now 5:30 on a Friday. Neither of t...

The Teaching Assistant, Part Two

Amelia frowned a bit as she processed what she was being told. It was better than the job no longer being available, but also an enormous waste of her time. Though that was being selfish. An emergency is an emergency, and maybe there was a voicemail waiting on her phone or something. �...

The Teaching Assistant, Part One

Amelia Martin nervously sat in her car, counting down the minutes.

She had aimed to be early, but not /this/ early. Her interview was at 12:45 PM, and she pulled into the parking lot just before 12:20. After triple checking her hair and outfit in the mirror, all she could do was ...

The Teaching Assistant, Prologue (AR)

It all started with a bored teenage girl. 

Eighteen year old Ashley Roberts was one of the most popular girls at Westridge Academy. Normally, a hot, rich girl would be content with not working a day in her life, but Ashley wasn’t your average spoiled brat. There was a meth...