Let me tell you a true story about a little adventure I had in the woods a few days ago. Not the most exciting story, perhaps, but I’m sure that many of us don’t get much further with our experiments than I did. And every word of this is true.
When indulging in self-bondge, I’m not really a fan of elaborate set-ups. Fancy dress, ice releases, handcuffs and keys in multiple locations, complicated scenarios that take a lot of setting up – they’re not for me. I much prefer to do it “au naturel”. A bit minimalist, you might say.
I’m a man of late middle age living in the south of England, where it has been uncomfortably hot for several months and the urge to get “out and about” has been frustrated by the conditions.
Eventually a day arrived when it was a little cooler and rain had fallen overnight. I packed my little shoulderbag – all I needed for this adventure was a loop of cord, tied firmly at the ends and... (1,110 words)
Chapter 22: The Facility
Dear readers. Thank you for your patience. This chapter was difficult to write, and it may be difficult for some, as institutional violence towards the mentally ill is a central theme of the chapter. I hope it was worth the wait.
I woke up with sore legs – had I been repeating the exercise of the ballet class in my sleep, or was the workout explanation enough? It had been somewhat… hypnotic, heady stuff. I was a bit surprised I hadn’t had any dreams about it.
Perhaps I was stressed about today… I wasn’t sure I was ready. It was time for another patient follow- up. As I munched on my cereal, I looked at the file to prepare myself.
Beth, aka patient 101, was a bit unusual. She was the first patient who had left the Institute, and she also was the “oldest” – no other patient who had left had been at the Institute as long as she had been. I found this combo a little troubling, and the... (6,731 words)
Chapter 9
When Nick, Jake, and Morgan got to the van at the park, Nick got into the driver's seat and Jake opened the passenger door for Morgan. She hopped in and climbed into the back. As it was a cargo van, there were no more seats so she slid a couple boxes to the middle and perched behind the two men. As they started driving, Morgan instinctively went for her phone. Jake saw that and grabbed the phone from her hand.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Morgan said angrily.
“You won’t need this anymore.” Jake said.
“But…” Morgan tried to argue.
Jake cut her off. “But nothing. This phone has a GPS. We don’t want to be tracked by your phone. And give me your smart watch too.”
Morgan reluctantly unhooked her watch from her wrist and handed it to him as Nick pulled into a fast-food restaurant parking lot. The van stopped near a dumpster and Nick grabbed her backpack next to her. He also took... (3,706 words)
Part 1
Heart pounding in her chest, lungs burning from the strain and sweat soaking every inch of her richly tanned skin, Talia Devroux kept her eyes locked forward on some distant point only she could see, the dulcet tones of jazz music from the ear buds she was wearing only slightly louder than the sound of blood pumping in her ears as the treadmill beneath her surged, long legs eating up distance with each stride. There was a rhythm to running the perfect mile, intangible and almost imperceptible but no less real for all of that. The shock of each footstep hitting the ground reverberating through the soles of her shoes, hitting the belt at just the right angle to roll her feet from heel to toe, the muscles in her calves and thighs rippling in a steady cadence as she pushed herself forward with just enough force to keep pace with the machine, all while her arms pumped at her sides, each stroke making sculpted shoulders framed perfectly by the sports bra clinging to her chest... (14,222 words)
Marcus pushed through the front door, still covered in sweat from his earlier workout. He kicked off his shoes, groaning at the stiffness in his back as he bent over to place them on the rack.
Reassuring himself that the soreness was strictly due to exertion and not related to the slowly accelerating aging process, he straightened, hands kneading his lower back. He collected his gym bag and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he pressed the cold can against his forehead and the back of his neck, sighing. He opened the tab, taking a long swig. I really need a shower.
Renee had mentioned earlier that she was feeling tired and planned to go to bed early. Not thinking much of it, Marcus had planned to have the evening to himself, a night on the couch consisting of some video games and a couple more drinks before going to bed himself. Maybe I'll finally get past that last boss fight, that guy's impossible.
Carrying his bag in one hand and... (3,014 words)
The Evening
Sonia returns to Amelie and yields to silence, darkness, strict restraint, stinging cane, and tender aftercare.
Night falls, and Sonia answers the invitation that has been burning in her pocket. In Amelie’s private rooms she accepts the brank, the blind hush of plugs, the unforgiving stocks, and the kiss of a cane that teaches her to crave what she once feared. Fed, praised, and gently tended after the storm, she wakes bound again to find how deep obedience can go and how sweet it feels to be kept. By morning she knows what she wants, and when she kneels to ask for it, Amelie is ready to claim her.
After the tour ended, Sonia and her travel group gathered at a rustic village inn for a hearty dinner. Plates of roasted pork, potatoes, and pitchers of beer filled the table, laughter and conversation flowing easily. Sonia drank more than she’d planned, the warmth of the beer easing her lingering tension from... (4,389 words)
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The Plot Thickens as a Blue Slut Mysteriously Disappears
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. This chapter begins with Movie Night and the disappearance of one of the slut. Then it follows JJ, Marcie, and the rest of the sluts as they are trained for ponygirl racing.
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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... (6,234 words)
Chapter 8
Morgan buttoned up her shirt and wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Thanks. That was great,” Eddie said, catching his breath zipping up his pants.
“Don’t mention it,” replied Morgan “I like blowing boys like you. I gotta go. I got third period geometry.”
“I’ll catch you later then?” asked Eddie anticipating a response.
Morgan just gave a back-handed wave as she walked away. She really didn’t care about him. She just wanted to give him a blowjob and taste his cum.
She appeared to be the alpha bitch in control of the situation. But in reality, at the tender age of 18 she was really looking for a guy that would grab the back of her head and force his load down her throat.
Ever since she could remember she had an appetite for sex and she masturbated at least once a day. One day she was looking at a porn site and stumbled upon some bondage pictures. At first, she turned away, appalled at... (3,296 words)
Chapter 21
As I feared, Seal’s plight impacted my dreams. I woke up with a gasp – I had been trapped in some kind of sensationless black void, unable to hear, see or feel anything. She needed help, but how?
My arrival at the Institute was pretty uneventful, until I opened my locker and found another crude note from Spyder – she wanted me to go meet her in the basement. I frowned – what was it this time? But I couldn’t ignore it either – yes, Spyder was an oddball and perhaps her grasp on reality wasn’t the best, but she knew things, things that others were not willing to tell me. I couldn’t ignore her note. But I would have to get dressed first.
The dressing process went smoothly, leaving me clad head to toe in layers of latex, and rather aroused. What a way to start work! As usual, I was clad in a pale greyish latex dress, along with the chiller, the little cape, the gloves, the hood, the boots…... (6,457 words)
They crested the low hill at the usual canter, then stopped, Davinda wanting to make sure her mount had something left in its tank for the final ride home. The sweating, panting mare, named Jumana, clamped tightly between her thighs, didn’t have a tank, of course, but it was a useful expression; she knew what it meant, and that was all that counted.
“Whoa, girl, whoa!” The green-skinned Goblin girl, Davinda, yanked hard on the reins attached to the drool-smeared mouth bit of her blown and near-exhausted mount, bringing the beast to a shuddering halt. The big mare managed to arrest its forward momentum with only a couple of extra strides before it stood motionless just beyond the point where the dusty track began its winding descent to the plain below.
Or relatively motionless, its hoofs and lower limbs trembling slightly while the creature's heaving chest desperately fought to regain its breath, its mouth twisting back and forth, working that cruel bit in an... (3,275 words)
17: Stable
"… And this is the girl you've come to see - our prize filly, Saffron."
Where am I? Is this hay? Am I… naked?
"I call her Saffy for short." The woman looks like a farmer, dressed in denim overalls and a plaid shirt. She stretches her arm into the stable and makes a clicking sound with her mouth. Is she trying to beckon me?
"She's a little green. But, with a bit of training, she'll make a fine show pony."
"Sophie, did you say?" There's a man with her. Is that… "Wow! She's a beauty." Mark? "Hello, Sophie…" He peers down at me over the gate of my stable. And he's wearing a stetson! Heh, he looks so dumb.
"Aye, she's definitely the prettiest of my lot," she nudges Mark with her elbow, "but don't tell the other ponies I said that, eh?"
Suddenly I'm very aware of my nakedness. I curl up, trying to cover myself. I try to call out, "Mark! What the hell is going on?!" But the only sound that comes out of my... (2,703 words)
My boyfriend and I were pretty serious at this point. We’ve been seeing each other, fairly exclusively, for a couple years and things were going quite well. We’d had a couple temporary break-ups and separations, but we always found a way to come back together. I never wondered or asked what he did while we were apart, and, thankfully, he never asked me either.
I said all that, because it’s important to the story. My boyfriend, John, was certainly a catch, but a risky one. He had above-average looks and a nice physique after years as a construction worker. No, he wasn’t a paunchy, hairy guy from the road crews, he built houses and always had steady work and did okay for himself. The risk was his intellect and his sex drive. John was not the sharpest crayon in the box. He was just a simple guy with not a lot of common sense and even less book smarts. Add to that a pretty insatiable desire to chase women and get them into bed, or the floor, or a bathroom... (5,458 words)
The Citadel
When Sonia joins her colleagues on a tour of the old citadel in Bitche, she expects a history lesson, not an awakening. Their guide, Amelie, reveals a private collection of medieval punishment devices and selects Sonia as her subject. Locked in branks, stocks, fiddles, and the merciless stork, Sonia finds herself displayed, humiliated, and helpless before the group. Yet beneath the discomfort, a dangerous spark stirs: the thrill of submission and the intoxicating pull of Amelie’s authority. What begins as a demonstration becomes an invitation to a darker, more intimate encounter—one Sonia never imagined desiring.
Sonia and her colleagues trailed Amelie through the winding corridors of the old citadel, surrounded by the cold, damp stone walls that seemed to breathe the shadows of history. The citadel in Bitche, burrowed deep into the rock, felt far from the castles they’d toured earlier that week. This place was no grand... (4,985 words)
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The slaves learn what it means to be a ponygirl
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships— from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. This fourteenth chapter introduces the hierarchy of hair. JJ and the other slut-slaves lose the short hair that has grown back on their heads. Meanwhile, Marcie and the other masters-to-be are given the skimpy white bottoms that signify a Master in training at the BDSM Boot Camp.
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Chapter 20
Sealed
I woke up feeling groggy and a bit confused. My dreams had been a strange reliving of yesterday’s events in the bondage dormitory, except Boilerman was looming everywhere – looking into a window, hidden behind a door, under the beds… it felt like the constant switch from fear to arousal to fear again had impeded my rest.
I emailed Margaret to let her know I was going to the Institute directly. The drive there was filled with trepidation, the good feelings of the quite wonderful Saturday evening had been ruined by yesterday’s strange discovery. What was I supposed to do? Pretend nothing happened, play dumb and keep my eyes open? No, that wouldn’t do – I would have to raise the issue. I couldn’t keep going with this shadow looming over my head. At least I had solved the mystery of the pipes Spyder had ranted about.
But first I had to get dressed. I left my jacket and boots in the small locker and... (3,017 words)
16: Side-Effects
Relapse
"So, Mark, what brought you to me today?"
I needed help.
"It says here you're suffering from melancholy, hyper-sexuality, and countless perversions."
If the straightjacket fits…
"Based on your medical history and initial tests, I believe these symptoms are being caused by an excess of semen. When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
The jacket held me snug in my own embrace. The straps between my legs were pulled tight, squeezing and framing my naked cock. A short chain joined together thick leather cuffs around my ankles. Another chain from the back of my collar held me to the wall of my padded cell. A leather strap in my mouth kept me from speaking. Biting. There was no escaping.
"No matter. Rest assured, Mark, your condition is perfectly treatable. We can start immediately."
Doctor Sienna was a foreboding figure. She loomed over me in six-inch heels. The harsh, artificial lights glared off her latex uniform -... (2,753 words)
The ceiling was white, cracked in one corner. Not her own place.
Jeanette blinked against the daylight slicing through unfamiliar blinds. Her mouth tasted like smoke and someone else’s perfume. Her head throbbed, dull but steady. Her thighs ached. Her nipples stung. The sheets tangled around her hips were sweaty, too soft. Not hers.
Next to her, the woman still slept. Black hair fanned over a pillow. Leather skirt crumpled on the floor. That see-through blouse hung half off a chair. She didn’t even know her name. Jeanette stared, heart pounding now that the dull haze was lifting. This wasn’t just a mistake. This was a betrayal.
Her betrayal.
She sat up slowly. The soreness between her legs reminded her exactly how rough they’d been. Her nipples were red and tender, bitten and sucked raw. Her thighs were sticky. The woman had been fast, greedy, wild. Jeanette had let herself be taken, pinned against a wall in the bathroom stall first, legs... (7,521 words)
My name is Lisa and I’ve just turned 25. I guess I’m the best of both worlds, a mix of Caribbean and Caucasian parents. My college BFF thinks I look like a younger Rihanna, but with freckles and a slightly more roman nose (Grazie, mama). Oh well, suppose I could have done worse. While I stand at 5’ 7”, I’m currently sitting pretty and waiting in a classic slave pose (kneeling, legs spread, hands folded on my back, head bowed) It’s around dusk and I’m facing the sliding patio door which is wide open to the advancing dark of the forest. I am wearing a rather elaborate latex costume but not bound. My nipples on my perky B-cups are rock hard, partially due to the draft from the outside, also I’m somewhat terrified of what’s going to happen tonight. That said, I have a pretty good idea what I’m in for. As I don’t dare move from my current position, I might as well recall what led up to this point:
A Few Days... (24,127 words)
Continues from part 12
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Sluts JJ and Julia learn the pain— and pleasure of being a pony girl.
The sluts learn the pain— and pleasure of being a pony girl.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships— from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, the sluts begin their training as pony girls.
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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... (9,805 words)
Belted
A timed belt, a taken key, and seven days of control turn a mistake into surrender.
Helen made a bad decision: She gave Amelie a key to keep, and then time-locked herself into her electronic chastity belt, enabling the tease and denial program. The seven days were a mistake, though.
The belt reacts to orgasm signs, ruining them. It also reacts to voices, ramping up the edging when it recognizes speech through its microphone. It also really encourages the wearer to not touch it.
A bad decision
Helen’s heart skipped a beat as the phone rang, the shrill sound slicing through her frantic thoughts. She glanced at the clock: She was late. Amelie would already be at the café. The relentless buzzing of her chastity belt’s mechanisms underlined her panic, every movement teasing her with vibrations and suction that left her legs trembling and her face flushed. The clit cup worked... (7,923 words)
Chapter 19
The Pipes
I woke up near noon. I smiled broadly as memories of last night came flooding back, and I stretched languorously in the bed, only to realize I was still wearing the transparent catsuit. Oh god… how did I ever live without it? And because of the chiller, I hadn’t sweated at all during the night, it was very comfortable…
I briefly considered keeping it on till Monday but… I knew too much latex wearing would cause rashes and such, and those were easier to prevent than cure. I began trying to take it off, but stopped. The neck entry meant there were no zippers on the torso, but it also meant removing the suit was a bit tricky. I probably could take it off without incident, but why risk it? Why not take a quick trip to the Institute? It would take 30-40 minutes, and I hadn’t been there on a Sunday yet…
I prepared myself a quick breakfast and texted Renee my intentions – I didn’t... (5,605 words)
Continues from part 11
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The painsluts are released from their chastity bras & belts.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships— from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week.
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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... (5,234 words)
Thursday
"I'm Batman!"
Alex was holding a black leather mask up to his face. Becca couldn't help laughing. "You should put it on properly," she suggested.
"Yeah?" Alex stared at the mask. He was worried that putting it on would make him the slave for the evening. But he couldn't deny his curiosity. "Okay." He pulled the hood over his head, cut-outs in the front leaving his eyes and mouth exposed, and small rivets under the nostrils for him to breathe through. He closed the zip down the back of his head, enclosing him, pressing the leather tight against his face. The hood had a collar mounted at the bottom, which he intentionally left unbuckled. "How do I look?"
Something about the way he looked - stripped down to his boxers, his head engulfed in black leather - it got Becca excited. She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her lips against his, kissed him with a passion that surprised both of them... And while Alex was distracted, she reached behind his neck and buckled the... (5,568 words)
Part Seven
Let the games begin!
Phil was the first one out of the tent and onto the main floor of the convention. He recalled from when he was walking around last weekend in the previous version of this suit that there was a vendor with several large display figures near the main entrance. He immediately headed in that direction, knowing he could take up a position there and blend in with the other mannequins until the game started.
As he walked as rapidly as he dared in the full body costume, he worried about recent events. This “Robot Phil Mode” Maggie had activated was not something they had discussed previously. Oh sure, they had joked around about him being her obedient slave boy, unable to say no to her every whim. But that was a fantasy, now that she really could override him and make him do things without question, well, there needed to be some serious discussions after this weekend was over. Idly he wondered how extensive her control was and if anyone... (12,703 words)
Chapter 14
When Kathrine and Meredith woke the next morning, they had vastly different feelings. While Kat was filled with anticipation about the appointment for the new collars, Foxy felt a slight worry about her coming ordeal.
After they got ready in the bathroom, Kat still having the catheter inside her, Foxy showed Kat what she got in her collection to choose from.
“Okay, Kitten. A bet is a bet, let me show you what you have to choose from for me to have in my tits today. If you have questions, just ask, I'll answer as best as I can.”
“Sure.”
With that, Foxy opened a drawer of her make up table, the one with the large mirror next to her large showcase with her tail and ears.
Inside the drawer was a large plastic case, often found in a hardware store to sort screws and nails, filled with all kinds of sharp and pointy things that had no place inside a human body.
Looking over the collection, Kat spotted not only the needles she had... (5,255 words)
November pressed cold fingers against the windows of the university canteen. Outside, the drizzle wasn’t quite rain—too fine to fall, too steady to stop. It crept into collars and cuffs, soaked through wool and denim alike, and left everyone smelling faintly of damp coats and frustration. Inside, the overheated brutalist hall was an assault of steam, chatter, and clattering trays. The first-years were still in that phase of university life when everything seemed worth shouting about.
Ethan had found refuge in their usual place—the far niche behind a half-wall of dusty plants that someone once thought would improve the acoustics. It didn’t, but it softened the chaos, and that was enough. The air there was warmer, quieter, carrying only the hum of conversation rather than the full din of the dining hall.
He had claimed the corner table already, coat and jacket hung neatly on the wall hook, water beading faintly along the wool’s shoulders where the... (5,754 words)
Part 29: Bitch Training
“Are you drooling on me again?” Emma asked.
The purple-haired woman wiped the side of her mouth on the inside of Emma’s breast before responding, “It’s your fault for putting us in this position multiple times. Just be happy that you are soft and comfortable enough to sleep on. I have no desire to wake up grumpy like you.”
“I'm not grumpy. I… Did you just pee on me again?”
“I had to go.”
“You evil pixie. Guess you want to be punished again. Well I will just have to pee in your mouth this time,” Emma said, with Princess entering the room to catch the end. She was in a pants suit which has become the norm. Emma missed the former maid wearing her uniform.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Princess exclaimed.
“Ew. No. Not happening,” Nix said with disgust and rubbed her face into the non-drooled upon breast.
“My guess is I... (10,654 words)
One
That son-of-a-bitch! That rotten bastard! When this is over, I swear I’m gonna choke him in his sleep! These wonderful sentiments, directed straight to my husband, went through my head, while I lay in a dimly lit room on a giant, shitty guest bed. Jeez, I can’t believe I let my folks and my friends try to sleep on this monstrosity. This was another intrusive thought that jumped in while I was trying to focus ALL my hate onto my husband of 14 years.
It was a Friday evening sometime in the summer. I liked Friday evenings in the summer, but I hated this particular one. This one was gonna go down as the Summer Friday She Went Crazy On Everyone in the House. You’ll see the full, bloody documentary on streaming channels soon.
The guest room was in the basement, and it was, until tonight, one of my favorite rooms. Our basement was fully finished recently, thanks to asshole-hubby, and he did a wonderful job on this room. He actually seemed... (7,245 words)
Part 13: The Routine
Alice and Dan achieved a sort of equilibrium after that night. The names ‘Daniel’ and ‘Adelais’ became code words for them. If Alice referred to him as Daniel, he knew she was in need of some bondage. If he used Adelais in his response, they were a go.
Dan found this to be moderately stressful, as he felt the need to have an interesting tie for his girlfriend ready to hand. He found himself scouring the net for new and different ties. One solution was buying more bondage gear. He was drawn to leather restraints as well as different gags. He found himself repeatedly going to the sex shop, spending more than he should; especially on one item that Dan hid away for some unknown ‘special occasion’.
For the rest of the time, they were a normal couple dating. They went to movies and concerts. They went dancing (although Dan was almost tragically inept) and to dinners. Some evenings ended with Alice bound spread eagle on the... (10,456 words)
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Marcie finds out part of Box M’s dirty little secrets.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships— from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. Not every chapter in a book can be super sexy. Chapter Eleven primarily moves the plot along, though some ponygirl, cunt-lapping humiliation is included.
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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... (3,125 words)
Wednesday
"What was with all that 'mummy' stuff last night?"
"Huh?" Becca's memory from last night was a little fuzzy, but that was one unfortunate detail she couldn't forget.
The word had been burning at the back of Alex's brain too. "You kept calling yourself mummy."
Becca felt her face getting warm. "Dunno… " She wished he would just let it go. "I was pretty drunk. Guess it just… came out". She couldn't explain it. She didn't want to explain it to him.
"Huh. Didn't realise you were so kinky," he teased.
After he was made redundant, Alex tried looking for a new job… For a while. But a person can only take so much rejection. He'd play video games as a reward for putting in the effort, then as motivation to keep trying, then just to take his mind off how fucked the whole situation was.
Becca tried to support him, look after him when he wasn't feeling up to it. Until one day she woke up to the realisation that she was acting more like a... (2,875 words)
Monday
"I love these curtains."
Brett was going away for the week. It had been so long since he'd been home to Cornwall, and he was feeling a lot better about visiting his mum, now that Darren had finally let him out of the chastity cage.
"Thanks, I just got them."
Rebecca was in town for her company's SKO. She couldn't drive and Brett's house happened to be a short walk from the industrial estate where her offices were located; closer than the nearest hotel, and cheaper to rent.
Alex couldn't drive either, but he insisted on tagging along all the same. He'd recently been optimised out of his job when his ex-company needed to tighten its belt, and now he found himself in a job market that wasn't buying what he was selling. It's this economy, you know?
If Becca was being honest, she would have preferred Alex stay at home - what was he even going to do all day while she was at work? But Alex had been spending too much time at home, and the thought of being alone... (3,075 words)
The Observer
Some Assistance
After my near-miss experience trapped behind a closed door during a bondage adventure, I had resolved to find someone who could act as a backup in case I ever got stuck again, especially after the miraculous means to finally escape from my self-induced trap. Much as I was addicted to my bondage adventures I didn’t care to prematurely end my life in that endeavor.
The most logical place to start looking was at the monthly meeting of the local BDSM club. I wasn’t a frequent attendee, since my interests only marginally aligned with the regular members. Still, it was safer than running a personal ad online. Even if there wasn’t a full moon, an ad was guaranteed to bring out the mental cases.
The first two meetings were a bust, though I was able to spread the word among those I considered stable and reliable. The third meeting I was introduced to a woman who only gave out her first... (8,264 words)
Claire stood before the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the high collar of her Victorian-style blouse. The pearlescent buttons gleamed under the soft light, running up between her breasts to the collar.
Casual Friday might be casual for men, but for women it had different, unwritten rules—no denim, no careless ensembles, but room for experimentation and for pushing boundaries. A woman in the corporate world dressed with intent, not convenience.
Today, she had chosen a long pencil skirt with a high slit, enough to tease but never reveal more than intended. The blouse’s slightly puffed sleeves and long, narrow cuffs added a formal touch, a sharp contrast with the daring cut of her skirt. Her hair was drawn into a sleek bun, a single pencil securing it in place, adding an air of studied nonchalance. Satisfied, she slid on her librarian glasses, completing her not-quite “sexy librarian” look.
It was icy and cold outside, with a cutting wind. She chose... (8,212 words)
Marcus's Turn
“Yes!” Renee shouted in glee, “I win! Suck it!” she shouted, jumping up and down in glee. Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes. He should have known better than to bet against her over a soccer match. As usual, her instincts were impeccable when it came to picking the winning team.
“Is the dance really necessary?”
She ignored his commentary, pumping her arms into the air and hopping from foot to foot in glee. She looked at him, unable to contain her glee, “Not so confident in Argentina now, are you?”
“Why would I bet against Messi? It seemed like a much better idea before the game started.”
“Two to nothing. Zero, zilch, bupkiss,” she gloated, holding both index finger and thumbs together in an unmistakable O shape. “I can't believe you thought you had a chance with that.”
“The gloating doesn't become you dear.”
“Oh man, you don't know how much... (3,532 words)
Chapter 1
I glanced at the clock as I was driving home from work, 7:45. Another late night, but that is expected when you start a new job. Were there any leftovers in the refrigerator? I definitely didn’t feel like cooking. I turned off the main road. That is when I saw the cantina that was right across the street from the country club where I lived. I had been meaning to try it ever since I moved here two months ago. I knew that the kitchen closed at 8:00.
I parked and hurried in. I looked around at all the Americana and racecar memorabilia that covered the walls. This was quite a different scene than I was used to. I had just spent 10 years working at a large law firm in San Francisco. The big city was fun at first, I loved the trendy restaurants and vibrant night life. But I eventually grew tired of the traffic, crime, and working six days a week. That’s when I was approached by a recruiter who was looking for an attorney for a small law firm on the central... (2,151 words)
Continues from part 9
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The Box M BDSM sluts get to involuntarily experience Sybians.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. Chapter ten begins the sorting process that divides the BDSM Boot Camp sluts into potential Masters and slaves.
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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,... (6,363 words)
Chapter 13
Sunday was spent at home, Kat still treating the healing stitches in her pussy, and Foxy was still not letting her remove her catheter, but at least let her control it. Both women were also still looking after their septum piercings, even when the pain was gone by now, and when Foxy said they should be good by now.
They spent their time playing games and reading or watching shows, not bothering to do much else.
Monday morning, started with a nice breakfast before Foxy drove Kat to work, still insisting on leading her on the leash and giving it to either Frank or July before leaving.
Ringing the door, Foxy was surprised to see a haggard looking July not in her normal sweater, but a plain white shirt with some discolored patches around her tits. Not wanting to let the house cool out, she stepped inside having Kat follow her.
“Hi July. I was planning to just give you Kat, but you look like shit! Is everything alright?”
“Morning... (5,642 words)
Claire was getting ready to go out with Ethan for a Christmas dinner. She had been fussing with the delicate lace of her gloves as Ethan finished tying his watch. They were dressed for an evening out: her in a fitted deep emerald dress with a sweetheart neckline and a flared skirt that swished with every step, him in a charcoal suit that hinted at his athletic build. Her corset had taken an extra minute to lace while Ethan pulled her waist tighter.
As they prepared to leave, Claire reached for her coat, but Ethan’s voice stopped her. “Not yet,” he said. She froze, her eyes darting to his as he approached her, the glint of something familiar in his hand.
The collar.
Her breath caught. It was deceptively simple—a black lacy neckband with a base of coutil that added structure, and just the faintest hint of metal reinforcement at its clasp. To anyone else, it might look like a fashionable choker. To Claire, it was a declaration.
“Turn... (3,590 words)
39: The Eye of the Storm
A few months earlier
“Why do you need those books?” Celine asked, frowning at the selection of reading material lying on the table in front of her. “You can’t even read half of them.”
Luke waved her off.
“I… I can’t tell you that… not yet,” he said sincerely, and Celine could see the determination in his eyes. She looked over at Rilliana, who was standing next to him. She was the one who had suggested most of them to him. Their eyes met, but the elf just shrugged.
“Luke, you’re a smart kid. At least that’s what your mom told me, but this is dangerous,” she said, tapping a book titled Demonology, Volume 6. “Even in the hands of non-mages, these books are…”
“Rilliana said you learned magic from these books.”
“Yeah, sure! But that was before there were supermarkets, cars, and what are those things... (10,783 words)