“Part 8: Second Thoughts
The staff at the walk-in clinic didn’t seem any more credulous than the cop regarding the cause of Dan’s injuries. But they dutifully stitched the gash on his chin and straightened his nose. They gave him a script for pain killers and sent him on his way.
By Monday morning Dan’s eyes were swollen to slits. His face had purpled around his nose and eyes. He called in sick to work, took a pain pill and washed it down with a beer.
Waking late in the afternoon Dan brewed himself a cup of coffee. He felt like crap. Worse still, he felt like a fool. He tried texting and calling Jordan. He left heartfelt apologies on her phone, all the while doubtful that it would do any good.
“What the fuck am I doing,” he asked himself. Ever since the night he’d rescued Alice from her misguided self-bondage his life had been a disaster. It had cost him his girlfriend and could have landed him in jail for sexual assault.
Dan went... ” (8,494 words)
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Spacer Bob takes Officer Shifter to a world of Blues and Greens.
I could have published this 20K word story as a short book, but instead am sharing it with my followers in six posts. I will be posting a new chapter approximately each week. In Chapter Two, Spacer Bob’s Fantasy Tours visits a drudge race on Centauri Alpha Six.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or... ” (4,292 words)
“3. Scrabble
It all started - as all the best stories do - with too much alcohol.
Revelation
Clubbing wasn't my thing, but Lottie insisted,
"It's my birthday!"
And so, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we drank. It was a good night, to be fair. And as it got close to midnight, we set out in search of food, stuffed our faces with greasy, delicious kebabs, and then settled in a quiet pub to wind down.
Taxis and ride-shares were called, and slowly the party trickled away, until it was just me, Sophie, and the birthday girl; the last ones standing (so to speak).
"Okay, one last round before we head out". I couldn't do it, I could barely see. "But it's my biiirthdaaay!" Hadn't it gone past midnight? It didn't matter, Lottie was already staggering towards the bar.
And then it was just me and Sophie. Why did it feel so awkward?
"Why don't we have sex anymore…?" she slurred, then put her hands over her mouth, realising she’d just... ” (2,045 words)
“Chapter 29
My eyes slowly opened, allowing my bedroom to come into view. The soft, morning light from the window was just bright enough to illuminate the area, lighting the bed and walls just enough despite the darkness of the outside world. My hand travelled around me, gliding across the soft mattress and open blanket and revealed that I was alone in the room. There was no one else sharing my bed.
I pulled my eyes open further, sitting myself up and allowing the blanket to fall off my body, revealing the plain white bra and underwear that covered my form. They belonged to my sister. I let out a short chuckle, realising we must have accidentally put on the wrong pair of undergarments last night before going to sleep in each other's arms, a small mistake that was not new to us.
I looked around the room, scanning my vision across, even going as far as to stare at the cold, unused bed on the other side, but there was no sign of my sister.
"Emily?" I asked, my voice... ” (9,503 words)
“Part One
Our embrace was a fleeting comfort as an alarm went off at 7am on a cold and cloudy Saturday in November. I acted like I was still asleep. As she left my embrace to turn off her alarm and start her day. I rotated to my back and got a light kiss on the lips that I struggled to not reciprocate. I had worked late the night before and did not want her to feel guilty for waking me up. I kept my eyes closed as she got ready for some kind of work meeting. What a waste of a Saturday. Listening carefully, I heard her descend the stairwell and her car angrily sped away. I was sad to be alone today but grateful to have the opportunity to clean up our modest one-bedroom apartment. It is not much but we always did our best with what he had.
I got out of bed, and it was a dirty sweatpants and old band shirt kind of day. No need to shower as our water heater did not work. Maintenance would come by later in the day to look at it. I doubted they would be here anytime soon as thunder... ” (7,392 words)
“34: My Realm
Caitlyn sat on the sofa in Celine's main house and rubbed her forehead. After the exciting and fun event, she had complained of a headache, which Celine couldn't ignore, of course. So she invited Caitlyn to have a cup of tea while she checked her invention. However, she wasn't alone. The demon Ifry was sitting in an armchair opposite Caitlyn, and the angel Phaelyn was lying with her head on Caitlyn's lap, enjoying the head scratches the young policewoman was giving her. At the same time, she rubbed her own temples and groaned occasionally.
‘Are you really all right, Cait?’ Ifry asked, but Caitlyn waved her off.
‘I'm okay. I think it's just the job,’ Caitlyn muttered, looking up as Rilliana entered the living room. The elf was carrying a tray with five cups of tea on it.
‘Here you go,’ she said quietly, handing Ifry a hot cup, which the demon simply took in her hand, while Caitlyn and Phae let theirs cool down a little.... ” (4,117 words)
“Chapter 13
Nadia stepped back into Abyss again, a month after the verdict, her body still carrying the heavy exhaustion of survival. The relief was real, yet fragile, like the first breath after surfacing from too-deep water. She had shown mercy. When Evelyn had asked whether Elise’s sentence should be a year or made permanent, Nadia had quietly spoken the words that seemed to have disappointed Evelyn: one year. No more. She could not bring herself to condemn Elise to the eternity the woman had once wished upon her. Even after everything, the duels, the rubberization rules, the years of denial, Nadia remained human. Even if it meant that her belt stayed locked on. That small, stubborn spark of humanity had cost her nothing but sleep.
At home she had rested. She had focussed on work. Her colleagues noticed the change immediately: no more discreet latex layers beneath her clothes, no more faint squeak of rubber when she moved, no more smell of vanilla, the sweet scent of... ” (7,652 words)
“4
With Valerie's college departure circling like a shadow on the calendar, Eleanor Hargrove had orchestrated one final indulgence for the girls, a lavish escape to the Apex Grand, one of her husband's sprawling chrome-and-crystal empire lording over the city skyline.
Over breakfast in the sun-dappled conservatory, amid the clink of porcelain and the faint steam of chamomile tea, she'd unveiled the plan with her trademark poise: a sprawling three-bedroom penthouse suite, all with floor-to-ceiling views of the skyline and hint of luxury that masked the deeper games to come that she’d planned.
"A treat for you two," she'd purred, her eyes twinkling over her cup as Jessie and Valerie exchanged a look hot enough to melt butter—their fingers brushing under the linen, the secret shorthand of girls who'd spent the last month mapping every inch of each other, tangled together in Valerie's silk sheets, with fingers tracing welts from lighter bondage... ” (10,534 words)
“Prologue
She pulled me back at the last minute, her hand gripping the thick base of my topknot firmly. I felt his cock twitch as it slithered wetly out of my throat. Even then I unconsciously tried to hold onto it, sucking harder so that it slipped out between my wet lips with a loud, slurping squelch, just as his load shot. I felt his cum splash into my open mouth, another shot splattered across my face, there was so much of it. I moaned, half in discomfort from her grip on my hair, half in pent up arousal from the vibrating toys embedded in my latex thong that had kept me edging the whole time.
Before I could close my mouth and swallow, something else was pressed between my lips, and pushed to the back of my mouth. I felt the clammy touch of lubed latex against my cheek as a hood was quickly stretched over my face, blocking my vision. It tightened across my features as it was zipped down from the topknot tube to the nape of my neck. I gulped against the... ” (30,226 words)
“Caitlyn's Curse
Part 1 - Caitlyn's Gambel
Caitlyn had everything ready. All her bondage gear, her suits, and a few days off were ahead of her. Her fingers were itching, but she had to hold back. She had seen an idea on the internet that she really wanted to try, and she vowed to herself that she would do just that, no matter what. She had asked online for a list of self-bondage options, and now chance would decide what she had to do.
“Here we go. Clothes first,” Caitlyn muttered, letting her PC randomly select one item from the clothing category.
“Latex catsuit, perfect!” Caitlyn said when the first item was selected, but she frowned briefly when it said “roll again.” “Um… okay?”
A spandex catsuit appeared, and she had to roll again.
“What the… did I do something wrong in the settings? I'll have to check if I have to roll again…”
The word... ” (9,186 words)
“The Witch, Demons and a Elf
Part 1 - The Aftermath
Bruce kissed his wife Grace on the forehead and pulled the covers over her. She had already worked hard, so she deserved a little longer sleep. Bruce snuck into their daughter's room and began getting her ready for the day ahead. Grace herself remained in bed, even though she was already awake. She always woke up with her loved one. Even when Grace had hardly slept or slept unnaturally long.
She thought it was normal, and she just woke up when Bruce woke up. He had even allowed her to stay in bed a little longer that morning.
“Bruce is such a wonderful master,” she murmured, snuggling into her blanket as she listened attentively to the sounds in the house. Bruce was getting everything ready for the trip. She would have preferred to do it herself, but he had ordered her to stay in bed.
“Honey!? Are you getting ready?” Bruce finally called out, and Grace... ” (10,071 words)
“Chloe and C&T
Part 1 - How to Catch a Chloe
It was late at night and the young blonde crept up to the door in the shadows of the mansion. Chloe had a goal on this hot summer night. To finally find the secret pool that her boss Celine was sure to be hiding in the house. Chloe couldn't say why she said she didn't have a pool, but she knew Celine was lying. The signs were clear. Vast amounts of soil that the witch had removed from the basement. Sample tiles that she had had delivered, and a package that looked suspiciously like a diving board.
“I'm going to uncover the secret! You'll see, Celine, and then I'll swim lap after lap!”
She muttered a hasty apology and began poking around in the lock with a lock pick. Chloe hadn't had to pick a lock in a long time, but this one seemed particularly stubborn.
“Come on…” Chloe muttered and smiled when the door clicked. However, her smile disappeared instantly... ” (31,262 words)
“From Slavers, to Slaves, to Hunters
Part 1 - The Sarah Show Must Go On
Sarah looked at her watch. Her business partners were running late, and she disliked that. She had planned everything for the two individuals, with every minute precisely scheduled. However, she was now sitting in her car without her target. She rolled her eyes and started the engine. She needed to see for herself what had gone wrong.
She stood open-mouthed in a small clearing in the forest where Kelsie and Nia's car was parked. She had to admit that the two had prepared well and followed her instructions, but there was no trace of them or their targets. The video recordings had been deleted, but she saw three pairs of footprints on the forest floor. They led to a table where two suitcases lay.
“Oh, don't tell me,” she muttered disappointedly and opened the locks on them. They swung open and Nia and Kelsie lay in front of Sarah. Both were in... ” (3,978 words)
“My (girl)friend, my parasite and me
Part 1 - Greed in Total Control
Kelsie and Nia sat on a tree trunk in the middle of a forest. The two friends chatted happily as they planned a crime. A stone's throw away from them was a road, which they were watching with cameras. The trap had been set for hours, and if their client was right, their two targets would soon be within reach. In their car were duct tape, ropes, cling film, sleeping bags, and suitcases that were padded so that a person could be placed exactly in the shape that had been made for them.
“That bitch is really crazy to want to give us that amount of money for a little kidnapping,” said Kelsie, while Nia rolled her eyes.
“That's the third time you've said that.”
“And I still think it's crazy. We usually only take half that amount.”
“She wanted to pay for a smooth operation.”
“Do you think we can get more out of... ” (6,930 words)
“Kim’s Prison
Part 1 - Kim’s Demon/Angel
“…and as you can see…” the teacher said, looking around the class before her mouth formed into a thin line, "Miss Denvers. May I have your attention, please?"
Immediately, all heads turned to the blonde girl in the back row, who continued to stare outside, bored.
“Miss Denvers!”
Still no response, and it was only when one of the students poked Kim in the ribs that she looked up.
“What?” Kim asked displeased and searched the diagram on the blackboard until her eyes met those of her teacher.
"Once again I see that you are not following the lesson Miss Denvers. Is chemistry too boring for you?"
“Pff, chemistry…”
“What was that?”
"I don't need that crap. What you're teaching here has been backward for half a million years. I could easily teach this class, even if I doubt you understand... ” (3,152 words)
“1 - Weekend updates
“You’ll put a man in jail sometime… Unjustly too!” Dirk, Marie's manager, thinks out loud.
“Because I wear a hoodie?” Marie wonders. She hates Dirk and sighs at the sexist undertone.
“You know what I mean…” Dirk hungrily looks at Marie as he lets her into the data center main floor. He can’t help himself and openly stares at her large bust.
“Whatever you say,” Marie doesn’t see why Dirk is behaving this way and wishes for the millionth time that she could work for someone else.
Marie is in her early twenties. She’s curvy, but not overweight. Her shoulder length reddish-brown hair is tied in a bun. A dozen or so freckles are dotted left and right of her nose, and her round, open, face requires no makeup. Still, she often wears a matte shade of cherry red lipstick because that’s her favorite color. For her outfit she’s wearing a trendy pair of cargo... ” (9,814 words)
“3: The Weekend's Reckoning
The weekend was approaching, and things at the Hargrove household were happening, the air hummed with anticipation of what could be their last chance to enjoy their shared fantasies, with Valerie due to leave for college soon. The air felt thicker now, laced with the faint, lingering scent of last week's indulgences—the pantry still smelled of herbs and sweat and the sharp tang of arousal and surrender.
“Mother, could I become a maidbot for the weekend again? I really enjoyed my time under the house systems control.” Valerie asked, “It helps me relax.”
“Well, with your Father currently away until Sunday evening, I suppose that I could indulge my daughter once again,” Eleanor, her mother, replied, “And I guess that Jessie will be joining us too?”
“Yes, Jessie said that she'll be over tomorrow, on Friday, but I wanted to already be a maidbot before then, if... ” (13,602 words)
“Chapter 12
The energy in Abyss was electric, charged with anticipation as the club’s patrons gathered around the stage. Tonight was unlike any other. This was no ordinary challenge - this was justice being served under the guise of entertainment, and every eye was fixed on the woman strapped in at center stage.
Elise sat rigidly in the preparation chair, her hands gripping the armrests as two silent attendants tightened the straps around her waist and thighs. Her arms were held tightly at her sides. Her legs were locked together, forcing her to sit motionless while she awaited the inevitable. She was in latex, full catsuit, only head, hands uncovered. Simple black patent leather high heels adorned her feet.
Alexandru stood in the audience, observing the unfolding spectacle. His jaw tightened as the attendants cinched the last strap; pride and dread braided themselves in his chest. He had seen Elise conquer rooms with a glance, shatter rivals with a sentence, but this... ” (11,994 words)
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An Ophugalian shape-shifter joins Star Patrol
I could have published this 20K word story as a short book, but instead am sharing it with my followers in six posts. I will be posting a new chapter approximately each week. Chapter One is primarily an introduction of Officer Shifter and sets up the situation and context for the rest of the chapters.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not... ” (1,698 words)
“Part 4 – Decisions
Stone floors really weren’t made to be slept on, Catherine thought for perhaps the thousandth time on the night. Still, with how sleep deprived and exhausted she was, she should be asleep by now. It had been at least a few hours since Lia left her chained to the wall in this tiny stone room filled with the devices of her nightmares and dreams. In the total blackness of her cell, her mind roiled with turmoil. Thoughts crashing in violent waves across her mind.
Like much of her fantasies come to life over the past few days, now was a perplexing mix of emotions. These last few days had been surreal. She’d gotten to live out fantasies long held and that she never expected to be realized. It had been wonderfully arousing, and yet many of those dream moments had turned out to be less fun when made reality. The drudgery of being a prisoner, the constant ache, the denial of pleasure, and the cutting pain, all mixing in a strange fusion that left... ” (7,973 words)
“Lillian found herself lying atop a round table, completely naked with her legs spread as far as she could make them go. She was vaguely aware that this was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this--had never done anything this brazen, just…dirty. But she also knew she had to stay right where she was. She didn't know why and found it impossible to even think about why. The man had told her to lay here, so she did. Looking around Lillian could see that other women apparently had the same thought. Two that she could see without altering her position (which she must not do without being told to!) were in chairs watching her and a woman on the next table: human centerpieces.
Three other women were kneeling on the bank of couches beyond the next table, but she couldn't see them. Like her, they had their hands behind their heads, fingers interlaced as if they were being arrested. The woman next to her looked beautiful. Blonde hair spilling over the table. She was face down with only her... ” (3,860 words)
“2. Stamina
Caught
"It's called a chastity cage,"
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
"…and it's going to help you with your self-control."
She opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a set of keys. Were they in there the whole time? Then, climbing up on the bench, she unlocked the cuffs. My tired arms slumped. I pulled the ballgag out of my mouth, not even bothering to unbuckle it; just let it hang wet around my neck. I dropped to the floor, my hands shaking as I desperately released my ankles.
She was foolish enough to turn her back to me.
I pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. My hand on her breast, my mouth pressed against hers - I wanted to CONSUME her. She grabbed my head with both hands, and with all her strength pushed me back.
"Easy, silly boy," a condescending smile. She tapped her finger nail against the plastic cage, "self-control, remember?”
Oh right. Fuck.
“Now get dressed. I've got... ” (2,129 words)
“Finally, it was Saturday. I haven't done a self-bondage session in months! But today was the day, I wouldn't be called to work overtime and I didn't have to attend some hangout or other.
An entire day, all to myself!
For some context, I rent a small apartment, which unfortunately sucks up a majority of my paycheck. I do not have the dough to indulge in much bondage equipment, but I did save up enough (money and courage) to buy a bog-standard red ball-gag, a thin collar and a venus butterfly a while back.
Another thing you should know is that I love the feeling of helplessness from my predicaments and the texture of restraints on my skin. Most of my other equipment consists of tape, belts and zip ties, which I've mostly bought for dirt-cheap from Chinese websites, you know the ones.
The luke-warm Autumn afternoon was the start of my adventure. My apartment was small, but it nonetheless did have a tiny balcony. There, under a heavy flower pot I put an inconspicuous... ” (2,646 words)
“2: The Maidbot's Duty
The steam from the oversized bathtub curled lazily into the air, carrying the faint scent of lavender soap and chamomile—Mrs. Hargrove's attempt at restoring some semblance of normalcy to the chaos that had unfolded in her kitchen. Valerie and Jessie sat submerged up to their shoulders in the warm water, the foam bubbles gently caressing their skin, as they exchanged tentative glances across the sudsy divide, the weight of their shared secrets dissolving into the steam like whispers carried away by the rising mist, leaving only the soft rhythm of their breaths to bridge the silence between confession and absolution.
How did it come to this? The question looped in Eleanor’s mind, not with the sharp accusation she'd hurled at the maidbot earlier—Stupid machine, how could you not know?—but with a softer, more insidious curiosity. She'd returned from that interminable luncheon, pearls still warm... ” (5,474 words)
“Chapter 11
Elise swirled the spoon in her coffee, her eyes alight with barely contained excitement as she leaned forward across the small café table. The rich aroma of roasted beans filled the air, but it was nothing compared to the intoxicating thrill that buzzed in her veins. Across from her, Alexandru watched her with an amused smirk, fingers tapping idly against his cup as he waited for her to speak.
"I can’t even begin to tell you how perfect last night was," Elise finally exhaled, her voice laced with glee. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined. Nadia was utterly divine."
Alexandru chuckled, raising a brow. "Oh? Do tell. She did seem very eager for this little meeting."
Elise’s smile widened as she brought her phone to the table, tapping the screen. "I filmed it, you know. The moment she realized she had no way out. The way she licked my feet, humbled and desperate, whispering those delicious words - ‘Queen of Rubber.’... ” (6,376 words)
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if... ” (4,279 words)
“1. Set-up
"Stand over here for me, legs apart…"
I lined up my feet with the cuffs.
"How does that stance feel? Is it awkward, uncomfortable?"
"Maybe a little wide…?" I said.
She repositioned the chains, moving the cuffs closer together.
"Yeah, that's better," I said.
"Good, good. Hands above your head…? Yeah, that looks okay."
I nodded.
"Alright, pretty self-explanatory: ankles go in those ones, hands in the handcuffs, blindfold over your eyes, ballgag in your mouth. Obviously, do those last two before the handcuffs."
I nodded again, and smiled nervously.
"Is that all… okay?" she asked, hopeful.
I thought for a second, "I dunno…this all seems a bit… kinky."
She rolled her eyes, "just shut up and take your clothes off."
We both burst out laughing. It helped take the edge off.
"Okay, I'm going to change," then looking back, "I can't wait to see you all chained up…"
The way... ” (2,346 words)
“Fantasies cannot simply be dismissed. They exist and form one of the pillars of a person’s psyche. Jill was a woman who desperately yearned to experience the thrill of being a sex slave. She had heard stories of foreign countries where sex slavery was legal, and she longed to experience that freedom for herself. Her fantasies took in the stories she found and they backstopped her fantasies and desires. It became a need, not just a desire to experience sex l submission to the level a sex slave knows.
Jill was 32 years old, a blond woman with northern European features though she was from Boston. She was 5’5” tall, slender with a mostly athletic figure because of her exercise regimen though her somewhat large firm tits made it uncomfortable for running, but was a favorite feature with her lovers. She was between relationships having dumped her most recent boyfriend of over two years just three months earlier. She was a confirmed heterosexual and didn’t... ” (5,965 words)
“Part 3 – Hard Labour
Catherine grunted as she hefted another sodding river stone into the wooden cart. Lia hadn’t been joking when she warned there would be hard labour today. For the past few hours, Catherine sweated and toiled under the summer sun, loading large rocks from a pile laying beside a decaying stone wall. It wasn’t some magnificent castle wall, though. No, the small old structure she had willingly been held prisoner in by the younger German woman didn’t have grandiose stone ramparts. Outside of the gatehouse, the walls were actually wooden, in fact. A reproduction of what had once been there.
No, the stone wall next to her was a much more recent construction. Lia had slipped back into tour guide mode during a brief explanation that morning of Catherine’s task for the day. Lia had recounted that the chest high stone wall in need of dire repair was actually from the 19th century when a wealthy aristocrat had called the site home.... ” (4,718 words)
“Valerie had asked Jessie to come over while her parents were away and to spend some time hanging out. She suggested that they could spend time by the pool and listen to some music, chat and have fun. Jessie had been friends with Valerie since high school, and both had recently graduated and were onto the next stage of their lives. Valerie would be going to college, while Jessie was hoping to find a better job than waitressing, like her mother.
Upon arriving at Valerie’s large house—more a mansion than her own humble home in Jessie’s eyes—she was met at the door by one of the maidbot’s that her family owned to run things. Dressed in their crisp maid uniforms, they always looked magnificent to Jessie, who was more used to the greasy apron that she wore at the diner. The house was kept spotless by the maidbot’s, and she often wondered what it would be like to be one, but that’s another story.
“Hi, Jessie. Great to see you again.... ” (11,431 words)
“Chapter 10
Nadia stood before Evelyn’s office door, her gloved fist raised but frozen mid-air. She had spent the week lost in spirals of anxiety, replaying the moment she had agreed to Elise’s challenge over and over in her head. The hallway around her hummed with Abyss’s usual ambiance, low bass, muffled laughter, the occasional clink of crystal glasses, but here, outside Evelyn’s sanctuary, the atmosphere seemed heavier, quieter, like the building itself was holding its breath. The full-face latex mask sealed tightly against her skin, sweat beaded along her spine beneath the rubber catsuit, trapped and inescapable. She swallowed hard, the taste of latex filling her mouth, and finally knocked.
"Enter." Evelyn’s voice was calm, detached, as though she had been expecting this.
The office was colder than the hall, though not enough to ease Nadia’s overheating skin. The walls were velvet black, the light dim and golden, casting... ” (8,353 words)
“Chapter 1 – Danielle, Sarah’s Mom
Sarah’s mom Danielle considered herself bi with a heavy leaning toward lesbianism. Danielle was a woman standing 5’8” with a very shapely C cup pair of firm tits with nipples that stood up a bit pointy. She kept her pussy bald because her lovers hated fur in their mouth when they ate her, and she wanted to be considerate. Henry stood 6’ with only an average cock, but because of their love they said that size didn’t matter. They were open minded sexually and neither were possessive.
Danielle had Sarah two years into the marriage.
Danielle had a series of lesbian affairs during her marriage which Henry didn’t mind. He only didn’t want her fucking men, which she never did without Henry’s insistence. That happened only a few times during some swinging parties they attended early in their marriage. Back then, Danielle was open to try most anything.
At their first... ” (8,039 words)
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Slave shishi experiences the room of pain with her master.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.... ” (5,291 words)
“Continues from chapter 10
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Slave shishi finds out who has been truly using her.
On the planet of Farpost, there are no prisons. The punishment for severe crimes is Judicial Slavery. This is the story of one such slave.
642 is the story of a young woman on a distant planet in the distant future who is wrongfully convicted of theft and sentenced to two years of judicial slavery. This book, divided into twelve chapters, is her mind diary as her slavery goes through some very interesting– and erotic– twists. This is the final chapter.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.... ” (1,565 words)
“Part 2 – A Longer Stay
Even after hours like this, it was still so strange to Catherine to have her eyes wide open, but to see absolutely nothing. The darkness made time twist. She knew she had been here for quite a while, but there was no way for her to actually know how long it had been since Lia left, since she was left to live out her fantasy of being a prisoner suffering in a dungeon. The hours had been both the best and worst that Catherine thought she had ever endured in her 31 years among the living.
At first, the darkness and her self-imposed bondage were exquisite. She had pulled and strained with her wrists and ankles, trying to wrench them free of the old wooden stocks she was “borrowing” from the castle museum. She imagined herself a poor innocent peasant woman accused of witchcraft awaiting her sentence. She imagined the scold’s bridle had been meant to silence her from defending herself in word or by spell, the metal tongue depressor of... ” (6,361 words)
“Part 22
Chapter 100: Persephone
‘Seriously, thank you for rescuing me.’ Persephone said as they crept along the street outside the wall of Tabatha’s house. ‘It really was getting a bit much being used as a battery charger for that bloody woman’s wands. And that fucking elf always had cold hands!’
‘Were you in there the whole time?’
‘Only when I was here on trips obviously. Though I assume the AI was running it when I wasn’t,’ Persephone said.
‘Why did you keep coming back?’ Ellie asked even as she squirmed with pleasure at the thought of being dominated so utterly. ‘Why didn’t you just get another character?’
‘Oh, you know, pride, I suppose. I guess I hoped one day I’d get out and I really liked being a Seductress…up to that point anyway. The chances of ever generating the right stats again were tiny.’
‘One in seven... ” (7,055 words)
“Justin was bored. Here he was, sat alone in his dorm room, in the middle of Spring Break while the rest of his classmates were partying it up in Cancun. How had it come to this? Only a couple of weeks ago Justin had a girlfriend and a guaranteed place on the trip. Then he managed to mess it all up. Justin couldn’t face the prospect of seeing Maddy so soon after their break-up (or see her potentially hook up with other guys) so he’d sold his ticket to his otherwise reclusive roommate. He’d used the money from the ticket to buy himself a new gaming laptop. The idea was to distract himself while everyone else was away having a great time. Except there was one problem: it still hadn’t arrived.
Justin had already resigned himself to the fact he’d probably spend the whole week just watching Netflix and wanking when he heard a knock at the door. He almost couldn’t believe himself when he heard the noise: it was finally here! Justin rushed to the... ” (6,399 words)
“1 - My first kiss
I lean my chin on my hand as I look out of the cafe window. Thinking back about the past year. Maybe I should give my dad a call? Visit him? See if he’s still an asshole? Meh… That doesn’t need checking, he’ll never change.
Almost a year has passed since he kicked me out of the house. When he found the one skirt I owned back then he called me a crossdressing homo and told me I wasn’t his son anymore. That came as quite a shock at first. In the following fight he kicked me out of the house. For 3 days I was homeless with nowhere to go. Fortunately I have since been able to find a place to stay. I’m renting some guys' basement apartment. Nobody came looking for me either so I guess I got a fresh start at life.
I couldn’t find a job, so I’ve created an Onlyfans. I had my first follower within a day and every day more would sign up. At first I believed I was making a smart choice, but really I... ” (15,144 words)
“Part 6
As the days blurred into the crisp chill of late October, Jackie found herself counting down not just to the weekend rituals that had become their sacred rhythm, but to something more personal—Tom's birthday. It was a quiet milestone, one they'd always marked with simple indulgences: a favorite meal, a bottle of aged whiskey, and the deepening layers of their shared world. But this year, with the display case's ingenious turntable now a fixture in the office, Jackie felt a spark of mischief ignite. She wanted to make it unforgettable, to turn his special day into a canvas for her devotion.
A few evenings before, as they lounged on the couch with takeout containers scattered like confetti, Jackie nestled against him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Your birthday's coming up," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with intent. "What do you want this year? Name it, the sky's the limit."
Tom chuckled, his arm tightening around her shoulders,... ” (5,728 words)
“Chapter 9
Four days later, they met again. Evelyn swirled her glass of crimson wine slowly, the liquid catching the dim glow of Abyss’s lounge. Across from her, Elise leaned forward, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the tabletop. There was an intensity in her gaze, a hunger that Evelyn had come to recognize all too well.
Elise was ready to explain all the details of how she intended to change the existing black rubber coffin’s design. The club's mistress had demanded specifics. She wanted to know exactly how it would be different from the standard black rubber coffin.
Evelyn regarded her with interest, swirling a glass of deep red wine in her hand. "You have my attention, Elise. Now tell me - how does your vision refine what we already have? How does it elevate our beloved coffin beyond mere imprisonment?"
Elise leaned forward, her smirk sharpened with excitement. "Inspired by our beloved black rubber coffins, yes, but this is something…... ” (8,268 words)