“Part Nine
(No meatgirl was consumed in the making of this story, it is more about being a product than the actual process dealing with the meatgirls - if being treated as an object offends you then please don’t read this story)
Not sure how I ended up here, but I find myself being transported in the back of a truck along with many other meatgirls, our bound wrists held above our heads and attached to a hook in the ceiling, my ankles are bound too. I can only make a muffled sound because of the gag in my mouth, but I can see, which is not usually the case when I’ve been a meatgirl in the past; normally, the hood over my head would block out the light. The other meatgirls are all like me, naked and bound, we look at each other, wondering where we are going, some have a fearful look while others seem to be resigned to their fate.
I do seem to recall that previously we were all held at an auction house, penned into a yard, and sold as a lot, just like... ” (10,581 words)
“Chapter 5
As she woke the next morning, Kat's first reaction was to want to go to the toilet because of the immense pressure in her rear.
Then she remembered the last evening, and what she requested Foxy do to her. Remembering not only how much pain she had been in, and how tenderly the other woman had treated her, she could not help, but let out a happy little sigh and cuddle deeper the still sleeping women embrace.
Not wanting to get up, she turned in Foxy's arms and came face to tits with the older woman's tits.
Not wanting to immediately wake her, but also wanting to have some fun, she brought up her arm and started to grope, twist and squeeze those nice orbs. Paying extra attention to the nipples, and the four piercings in them.
Getting bolder, she also started to lick and nibble, a bit, she was so distracted that she did not notice her partner waking up.
“Good morning kitten. Hmmm that is a nice way to wake up. How do you... ” (7,473 words)
“Chapter 1: The edge of the wild
Alice felt the familiar weight of her backpack as she stood at the barrier, waiting for the elder to give the word. Twenty-one years Alice had waited for this moment. Each gruelling training session, each moment of hardship, every second of her life had led her to this moment: the trial of the braves. Her parents waved and shouted at her, proud of the woman she had become. A grateful smile curved her lips. Without her mother's guidance and her father's brutal training regime, she would never be the girl she is now. She waved at them. Her red hair, braided into a loose dragon braid, bobbed as she did.
The elder moved forward and began to speak the blessings towards the new braves. His words were short and serious: Seven days out there with the giants, come back with a trophy, or don't come back at all. A shiver ran up her spine, but it was doused with determination. She was the most well-trained, the one who would come back with all seven... ” (12,528 words)
“10. Sub
"Ah! Ow! No, stop. Red. Scrabble."
She tried to look apologetic, but she couldn't help laughing. "I'm sorry, but… really? After everything I've done to you, this is what makes you use the safe word - all the safe words! A little spanking?"
What can I say, I always was a bit of a wimp. And actually, "while we're on the subject of 'everything you've done to me' - well, I've just been thinking…"
She didn't like where this was going.
"I mean, the chastity cage, peeing in the garden, the butt plugs, the cross-dressing!"
She REALLY didn't like where this was going.
Round 1: Reversal
Rope may have been too ambitious for my first go.
"Is that too tight?"
Not that I was trying to do anything fancy, mind you. I mean, any idiot can tie a reef knot.
"No, baby. You're doing great."
I had her wear this sexy black lingerie, with the fishnets. The one that I'd gotten her one Valentines; the one... ” (2,407 words)
“Part 10: Girl Talk
Alice woke up with a start. It took her a moment to orient to the fact that she was in Dan’s bed. Then the whole evening crashed back in on her. She looked to her left. Dan was there, snoring quietly. ‘He snores, I never noticed that before,’ she thought.
Slipping out of the bed in the gray dawn Alice grabbed her shoes and padded to the bedroom door. She slipped out into the living room, eying the open blinds with trepidation. ‘Oh well, if they didn’t catch the show last night they can get the early matinee,’ she told herself as she moved across the room.
Around the platform clothes and toys were scattered. Alice scrambled to retrieve her clothes. Pulling on her skirt she stopped and stared at her waist. “What the fuck?” she muttered. There at her waist was a length of chain. She recognized the links as coming from her bondage bag. The links were always useful for suspending a frozen key, thin but sturdy.... ” (5,642 words)
“Epilogue
Time had abandoned Elise.
Time was a river. She had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped within the coffin, only that it had been weeks, months. Perhaps longer. Every moment stretched into eternity, each breath dictated by the rhythm of the machine that sustained her, each motion reduced to the slow, mindless writhing that the needle pads beneath her commanded whenever the club was full.
At first, she had fought. Twisting against the vacuum-sealed latex, straining to arch her back or press outward, only to be met with resistance that mocked her futile attempts. There was no escape, no room for real movement - just the suffocating, airless embrace of her prison pressing in on all sides. It gave only the illusion of motion, the false promise of space that she could never truly reach.
Eventually, she stopped trying. It didn’t matter.
The dull, ceaseless hum of the vibrator was a familiar torment - one she had sworn she would never endure... ” (20,056 words)
“Continues from part 4
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W's adventure comes to an end with a Sybian endurance contest.
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from his lake. It concludes with that same lady winning a Sybian endurance contest and completing her assigned touch. But nothing is what it seems when W is around.
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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... ” (4,521 words)
“Part Eight
After the events of the inspector’s visits and my eventual sale to Marjorie, the owner of the old Meatgirl Processing Facility—from which she ran her meatgirl experience, where, if you recall, women got to participate in the old production process that had once converted women into meatgirls before the clone labs took over—I remained at the facility for the next couple of weeks. I joined the other women going through processing, and at night I was used by one or more of the handlers Marjorie employed.
Those weeks, the calm before the storm, passed in a strange, suspended haze. By day I was processed alongside the others—washed down in the cold spray room, weighed on industrial scales, prodded and measured, probed, exercised and inspected, at one point our bodies were marked with ink for hypothetical cut lines that never quite reached us.
The handlers moved us like livestock: from inspection table to holding frame, from holding frame back... ” (10,472 words)
“36: Arachne Escape Studios
“Arachne Escape Studios?” Ava read aloud, grimacing as she looked at the shimmering silver tickets right in front of her.
“Exactly!” replied the stranger enthusiastically, waving the tickets animatedly. “We’re currently on our way to becoming the hottest event in the whole city. I’m sure you’ve heard of us!”
“Coooooool… But I don’t really have the money for it,” Ava lied, turning back to her economics book. Of course she’d heard of Arachne Escape Studios. The company had popped up overnight a few months ago in an old industrial building and was making one headline after another. Tickets were expensive and hard to come by. An experience not to be missed under any circumstances. However, the name was something that put Ava off, and being locked up by strangers in the first place was something she didn’t necessarily want to experience. Any more than... ” (10,676 words)
“9. Succubus
We were two weeks out of cryo when we picked up the distress signal. We were on a routine scavenge run, a parsec out, and MSTRUS had woken us for the final approach.
< … please *kzt* save us… >
"Fuck 'em." Garret had received news that his daughter had gotten sick while we were on ice. "We don't have the time OR the fuel to waste on a bunch of corpses."
Garret and I had been running salvage for over a decade; near a century with cryo. I'd learned to trust his instincts. We had no way of knowing how long that signal had been looping. MSTRUS traced its origin to 4-Sigma-s, but long-range scans couldn't penetrate the planet's dense, turbulent atmosphere.
"Unfortunately," said Arbee, "it is not our decision to make". According to the charter, willfully ignoring a distress call would result in a hefty fine for the salvage company.
"And then we'll all be out of a job," I added.
Fletcher took a long, slow drag... ” (2,735 words)
“Chapter 22
Nadia stood motionless as the final mechanical locks sealed the coffin, a dull hum signaling the completion of Elise’s entombment. The duel was over. The coffin had its new occupant. The club was already shifting its attention elsewhere, murmurs of excitement buzzing as the patrons relished the spectacle they had just witnessed. For them, it was another night of twisted entertainment. For Nadia, it was something else entirely.
She was free.
The realization hit her in waves, crashing against her like an unfamiliar tide. She should have been relieved, overjoyed even, to finally be released from the clutches of the duel, spared from the unbearable fate of the coffin. Yet, all she could feel was an overwhelming sense of guilt pressing against her ribs, heavier than any restraint she had ever worn.
Camelia had taken her place.
Her breath came shallow as she turned, her eyes landing on Camelia, standing a few feet away, her expression unreadable. The... ” (7,686 words)
“Epilogue(One Year Later)
For the most part Elise Adler had never lamented the fact that she was not a particularly tall woman, for all that she did enjoy wearing high heels and platform boots that added a few inches to her height. Indeed there was something unexpectedly exciting about the fact that most of her subs were taller than she was and yet she could still make them kneel with little more than a word or a sharp look. And then there was the warm comfort she had found playing little spoon when curled up against Claire’s buxom chest or Talia’s athletic frame or, best of all, sandwiched between both of her girlfriends on those nights when all three of them shared a bed. And yet, even as those memories prompted a tiny smile to tug at the corners of her pierced lips, the pale brunette could not help but acknowledge that a little more height would have been useful right about now as she tried to unlock the door in front of her with a backpack slung over one shoulders... ” (14,863 words)
“Continues from part 4
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The contest continues with punishment for wayward slaves.
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from his lake. Her plea forces W to come out of retirement and judge a very kinky contest at the Decennial Competition of Masters and Slaves of the Greater East Coast BDSM Association. This fifth chapter is a demonstration of a Master's and Mistress's punishment skills.
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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... ” (2,650 words)
“Part Seven
A few months had passed since I took part in the Meatgirl Hunt, and since then, things have changed, not only in me but in my surroundings too. The first being that Ollie has decided to take on another shop and expand the business; the owner of this shop, Nathan, was the one who originally trained him in the meatgirl trade and now he wanted to retire, so he offered to sell the business to Ollie, and as it was the town in which Ollie grew up in, it was a no-brainer to take on the additional shop.
The trouble though was that it was over three hours away from where we currently live, so there was no way for me to get to my own work, which I wasn’t about to give up. So Ollie decided that he needed to stay in the town where the shop is, it was impractical for him to travel that distance everyday. The shop doesn’t have any accommodation above like our current one, so he’s moved in with his mother, after his father died she has lived on her own, so she... ” (16,385 words)
““mmmphhhh”
I squealed through the inflatable rubber gag as the last of Master’s crop strokes landed on my exposed buttocks with an almost ‘rifle crack’ report…it really, really stung but Master’s reaction to my protest was a derisory ‘huff’ and an extra pump of the bulb, forcing the rubber balloon even tighter into my mouth. I felt his leather covered finger circle the base of my buttplug and pushed it just a little deeper into my anus, whilst his other gloved hand groped and found the leather ‘crack strap’ to tighten it by another notch to keep my anal invader even more tightly anchored inside me. Master then located the zip tab of my latex cat suit between my legs and with practised ease pulled the zip back over his ‘red welted’ target, to come to a stop against my seriously tightlaced rubber corset where he slipped a padlock through the zip eyelet and secured it to the foundation garment, itself... ” (2,975 words)
“Devon had purchased the baby snake six months ago and played with it whenever she could! Lucifer was a reticulated python and seemed to enjoy the company of this large pink skinned female who liked the feel as Lucifer slithered all over her! One year ago, at twenty-three, Devon had won a very sizable amount from the National Lottery, and was able to purchase the home that she now lived in. It was on her twenty-first birthday, that she had finally undone the apron strings that had kept her tied to her parents back in South Africa. It was not a happy departure from the family home, both her parents and herself got highly agitated, some awful words were exchanged between the three, her father’s final words being: “Don’t even think of running back here from wherever you are in the world when it all goes wrong! We have disowned you now, you ungrateful hussy!”
She’d had the cellar refurbished, turning it into a workshop-cum-laboratory, where she carried out... ” (3,657 words)
“PART 1
“Oh, Gwen, you’re hopeless, darling. I don’t know why I bother trying to teach you escapology. You’ve had over an hour and you haven’t even come close to getting free. If I was a baddie, you’d be in real trouble and you can’t always rely on me to get you out of the messes you get yourself into, you know.”
Gwen looked up at her best friend and lover, female secret agent U-69, and let her blue eyes widen in apology and a mute plea to be untied.
She knew her lover’s words were true, but she really had tried this time and it wasn’t her fault that the tall, full-breasted brunette was so good at tying her up that she hadn’t been able to escape.
It was frustrating though, because every time she was the one doing the tying, U-69 never had any trouble getting loose and tended to be pretty cocky about it.
Gwen’s dream was to one day tie her friend so well... ” (24,505 words)
“Chapter 21
The dancers also wore the perilous, needle-lined heels. The infamous Glass Agony Heels. They were impossibly high, their transparent design showing rows of sharp needles laying in wait in the insoles’ nodules. They would be forcing the dancers to maintain their posture with exact precision. With every movement, the slightest error would send dozens of tiny needles piercing into the soles of their feet. Every placement of their toes, every shift of their weight was a potential trigger for punishment.
But only one of them would pay the ultimate price. And maybe Nadia would pay it as well.
Camelia had stepped in for Nadia, but the contract had made it clear: whoever faltered first would take their place in the coffin. Camelia was not just fighting for Nadia’s freedom - she was fighting for her own. If she lost, the abyss would claim her, and she would spend eternity in suffocating latex, never to be seen again.
The realization sat like iron in... ” (6,893 words)
“8. Strip
Like a torture scene, she laid out her tools on the bed - a pair of handcuffs, two bundles of rope, and a mystery package which had arrived earlier that day. She'd placed a chair in front of the bed, where I now sat, clothed, in anticipation.
Sophie was dressed in a black silk robe. She had a surprise, she said. Until then, I could only glimpse nylon calves, and the black heels that buckled around her ankles.
I was already straining inside the chastity cage.
As we'd laid in bed the night before, she had taken great pleasure in teasing me; her fingers, her tongue. She got me worked up - as much as the cage would allow me to get worked up - then turned her back, said good night, and turned off the light. I tried to spoon her, but she complained that the cage was poking her. So that was that.
I didn't know how long she planned to make me wear the cage this time. But I was optimistic about today.
Play
She closed her... ” (2,762 words)
“Continues from part 3
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The contest continues with ponygirls and ponybois
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from his lake. Her plea forces W to come out of retirement and judge a very kinky contest at the Decennial Competition of Masters and Slaves of the Greater East Coast BDSM Association. This fourth chapter is very strictly trained ponygirls and ponybois demonstrating their training.
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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... ” (4,454 words)
“Love.
Love is a heavy thing. It suffocates you. Weighs on your soul. Suffuses your body. Melts down into your bones. Or, that at least was what Zoya was thinking as she drifted through the station’s control room alone. She checked her neural net to see the status of mining operations. 143,245 active units, with only two percent working below the company’s acceptable threshold. Well within the margins. With work going fine, her mind wandered back to the thing consuming her lately, that oppressive thing, love, and its most recent avatar in her life, a coworker by the name of Dren Cross.
The same person now two days away, making for the travel station at the nearby Argent gate, on her way out of Zoya’s life. It was a three-day journey, meaning Dren and Hux would still be a day out from their destination. Dren would move onto a new position five jumps away. Hux would complete their supply run before returning to be Zoya’s sole coworker. For now, it left... ” (5,857 words)
“7
It had been a few weeks since Valerie's tearful goodbye at the airport. Jessie had remained living in the penthouse, but now fully as Eleanor's plaything, becoming her submissive slave, where her days were a blur of surrender and bondage under her dominant, unyielding gaze. The pantry had become her second home, with countless hours spent hogtied on trays, stuffed and glazed, the chill seeping into her bones while chilli-soaked cords that she'd been trussed up with burned against her clit and the vegetables buried deep inside of her shifted with every breath. With Elena now living in another city, no one else remained to torment or distract her while she was stored.
But Eleanor's tastes had now evolved, as they always did.
One morning, while sitting in the lounge, drinking her chamomile tea and listening, via the camera that she'd set up in the pantry, to the faint whistle of Jessie's breathing tube from where she was currently stored on the shelf.... ” (13,000 words)
“Chapter 20
Nadia barely slept.
All night the chastity belt’s slick latex extension had tormented her, sliding and pressing with every restless turn, keeping her swollen and aching, forever denied. But worse than the physical need was the terror of what Camelia had quietly suggested: Did you consider running?
She lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, imagining the consequences. If she defaulted, Abyss would take fifty percent of everything. And Elise… Elise would never let her escape so easily. She still had all the photos. All the confessions. And worst of all, that video, the one where Nadia was on her knees in full rubber, hooded and collared, begging so prettily for release she would never receive. Elise would release everything the moment she ran. Her parents would see exactly what their successful daughter had become: a rubber freak, a chastity slut who had licked another woman’s feet for the chance at an orgasm she never earned. She... ” (10,270 words)
“You can't look away. Not that you want to, but even if you did, you couldn't. You can barely turn your head, and when you do the screen moves with it. Your eyes are glued to it for the foreseeable future, not that you’re complaining. It’s everything you could ask for.
The video is showing a side profile of a man. He is fully covered in black polished latex and bent over on a leather padded sawhorse. The camera is watching his left side, positioned slightly higher than his back and about fifteen feet away. With the help of a mirror on the opposite wall your view is exquisite. You see everything.
Not a piece of his skin was visible. A latex hood, gloves, and stockings, all with dark red accents, are being worn over his black one-piece catsuit. He is completely layered in tight latex not leaving much to the imagination. He is totally encased.
You’re being forced to watch. You wish it was you.
The central beam of... ” (4,468 words)
“Chapter 4
“Come on kitten, I'm hungry. Our last meal was breakfast, and even if it was a big one, now it's evening and I want to eat something. Why can't we go to a restaurant?”
“Because I don't wear the right clothing? I mean look at me. I'm driving around in latex, because you convinced me to wear it.”
“Yes, and now, not only does July have a sealed shut mouth, nice work by asking Frank about it by the way, but you also have a new job, and we are going to see each other guaranteed in the future, even if you don't want to hang out with me or take me on a date.”
“That still does not change the fact that I can't go into a restaurant wearing only latex.”
“You don't only wear latex, you also have cat ears, and the collar.”
That comment earned Foxy just a dirty look from Kathrine.
“How about this, I know a nice place that is mostly frequented by the fetish scene. There, nobody will raise an eye... ” (6,483 words)
“Baby Kit
“Do you wear the harness under the baby clothes?” the caramel skinned colored woman, of Korean and Brazilian descent, asked.
There was no reason for her to blush as she licked the woman's pussy towards a second orgasm. Princess was insatiable most of the time as she found herself getting the former indentured servant off when she was around her once again. She didn’t mind. She was used to being subservient and this was far better treatment than she received the last few years from her old master.
Princess had been her biggest supporter through this tumultuous first week of the cruise. The two of them had life changing experiences already and there was some comfort in facing the unknown future with another in similar circumstances. If anything, she had great respect for the woman's outlook in face of the adversity that she faced, something she struggled with after a life of being bullied and worn down. Princess was also her temporary owner along... ” (9,736 words)
“7. Satine
"Sophie, darling, would you get me an Old Fashioned?"
"Oui, Monsieur."
It was Halloween. We were out with friends, pre-gaming for "Boos and Booze" - a haunted house party for adults with poor impulse control.
"Wow," Lottie looked stunned, "did she lose a bet or something?"
"Ha, something like that, yeah." Sophie was my sexy French maid for the evening, as penance for the Rob incident. "I'm just trying to enjoy it, while I have the chance."
"It's so weird," said Zara, "I don't think I've ever seen Sophie so… submissive." The word tore through me like a bullet. Too pointed. Did Sophie talk about this stuff with them?
"Better watch your back, Mark," said Lottie, "that one likes to hold a grudge."
"Heh…" I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
"Your cocktail, Monsieur."
"Seriously, girl, you need to stop," said Zara. "You're freaking me out!"
"Yeah, blink twice if Mark is making you be his sex slave,"... ” (2,065 words)
“PART 1
Peter Griffin had had to go on a month-long training course, and with his older children, Chris and Meg, away at Summer Camp, and Brian and little Stewie visiting with her parents, his wife, Lois, was lonely and very, very bored.
In the first few days on her own, she had cleaned the house from top to bottom twice, cleared all of the accumulated junk out of the garage and basement and taken it to the dump and even weeded the garden, but after all that, was left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around wishing her family was back.
Which was when Glenn Quagmire, her neighbour and one of Peter's best friends, called around and invited her to come and have a drink and a chat at his place.
Now Lois, like just about every other woman in the town of Quahog, was perfectly well aware of his fully-justified reputation as a sex-obsessed pervert and knew that he had long wanted to add her to his lengthy list of conquests.
She had had to rebuff his... ” (8,927 words)
“Continues from part 2
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The contest continues with WhipMistress Sierra
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from his lake. Her plea forces W to come out of retirement and judge a very kinky contest at the Decennial Competition of Masters and Slaves of the Greater East Coast BDSM Association. This third chapter is WhipMistress Sierra’s entry in that contest.
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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... ” (2,617 words)
“There was a discerning gaze emanating from coach Amelia Emerson as she watched one of her athletes, Sarah House, line up for what would be the last vault on the day. Last weekend, her team had been destroyed at a meet after nearly every single one of her athletes had one disaster after the other on both the vault and beam. Step outs, falls, etc. the deductions had mounted in rapid succession for every member of the team.
Well, everyone besides Erika, of course. Amelia’s gaze drifted towards the raven-haired twenty-two-year-old woman for a moment. Erika stood arms crossed, watching with head tilted, eyes ready to roll at her teammate, most likely. The team didn’t wear their university-colored uniforms during practice, so of course Erika was in her usual black and violet leotard. It was maddening that her most experienced and talented athlete was the malcontent goth, but she couldn’t deny the woman's success over the past 4 years.
The 5’9” athlete... ” (11,309 words)
“Part One: The Preparation
The factory was silent at 2 a.m. Allie stood on the metal grating, the hum of idle machinery the only sound. Above her, the dipping vat loomed, a stainless steel behemoth still warm from the day's last batch. The air smelled of cocoa butter and industrial cleaner.
The sign above the loading dock read Enrobé: Custom Confectionery. Nothing more. The building was unmarked brick, easy to miss, but the windows glowed warm yellow. Inside, stainless steel counters gleamed next to whimsical displays: a life-sized chocolate carousel horse, a sugar glass chandelier, racks of novelty molds shaped like dinosaurs and ballerinas. Photos lined the far wall, past commissions for weddings, art galleries, and one very elaborate birthday party. This was not a factory. It was an eccentric artist's playground.
She had signed the waivers, chatted with the night guard about his daughter's recital, and told no one where she was going. Summer... ” (4,425 words)
“Charly had always been a bit wild and reckless; she had a penchant for adventure, a trait that often led her down paths others would shy away from. Her impulsive nature thrived on the thrill of the unknown, propelling her to challenge herself with daring feats. Today, she had chosen a rather unusual destination for her curiosity: a meat processing plant. The mere thought intrigued her, stirring a mixture of excitement and apprehension within her.
As she stepped through the imposing gates of the facility, Charly felt the hum of activity around her. The air was thick with a blend of scents, some familiar, others distinctly industrial. With a group of fellow visitors, she joined a guided tour, her heart racing with anticipation.
Their tour guide, a seasoned employee with a practical demeanor, began by leading them through the plant's front area. Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating the space filled with stainless steel equipment glinting under the light. As they... ” (3,822 words)
“4: Accessible Ava
A full-length mirror stood next to the door for the mistress’s large closet. A closer look showed it to be covered with dust and smudges. Ava retrieved a bottle of glass cleaner and a rag from her caddy of cleaning supplies. Catching her reflection, she noticed her headdress was slightly askew and paused to straighten it. Looking herself up and down she checked the rest of her uniform, stealing a moment of pride at her own appearance.
Returning to the task, the maidbot sprayed the glass and began to wipe methodically. Wiping the mirror with her right hand, her left found its way under her skirt and began stroking her growing erection. She applied more Windex which was somehow squirting not out of a spray bottle, but her cock. She felt overwhelmed with bizarrely mixed urges of cleanliness and horniness.
The system awoke Ava. Her unfulfilled erection subsided and the maidbot pod secured her chastity belt before she stepped out to... ” (3,059 words)
“Chapter 19
Nadia sat across from Evelyn in the dimly lit private lounge of Abyss, the air thick with tension. She had come here knowing exactly what Evelyn wanted - to push her, to bend her, to make her accept what she had been resisting for weeks. And yet, part of her had walked in willingly. Part of her needed to hear it, even if she loathed herself for it.
Evelyn leaned back in her chair, swirling a glass of deep red wine, studying Nadia with the sharp gaze of a predator watching its prey teeter on the edge of surrender. "You’re suffering, Nadia. It’s written all over you. You’ve been suffering for months. And for what?"
Nadia clenched her jaw, her fingers digging into the armrest of her seat. "I didn't come here to play your games, Evelyn. I just want this to end."
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, amused. "Oh, but you are playing, my dear. The moment you stepped through that door, you put yourself back on the board. The question is - are... ” (9,829 words)
“Chapter 3
Sitting in a parking lot not far from the entrance of the office of “Art and Pets” Kathrine took a deep breath and tried to calm down for what was about to happen.
Meredith had already left the car, and was waiting for her on the outside. She was wearing a simple white dress, shoes and her fox ears, and was trying to coax her out.
“Come, kitten. You don't have to worry. Even if you are nervous, we already have the ok from Frank, and you don't need to hide it. It will just make the situation better. If you can't take it anymore, just hide behind my back, and I'll protect you. And don't forget, as long as you wear that collar, you are my responsibility. What do you say, ready to come out?”
“I, I know, I just worry, and I want to, but then I think about other people seeing me and thinking that I'm weird, and I think I'm rambling again..”
"Yes, you are. Now, make sure your ears are sitting right, take your bag and the... ” (4,935 words)
“6. Stretches
"Come on baby, just a little more…"
I was being punished.
"… Stop whining, it's not that hard."
"I can't…" What did I do to deserve this? "I'm too tight!"
"Fine." She let go of my wrists, and I slumped, flat onto my back. "I'm gonna make us a brew."
I really did try my best. But you can't fix decades of bad posture in an afternoon.
"I WILL have you touching your toes by bedtime."
Now might be a good time to discuss personal limits, "So, umm… hey. Have you heard about these contracts? Sex contracts?"
"Tsk. I told you, I didn't want you reading those books."
"But they make my inner goddess do backflips!"
"Such an idiot." She rolled her eyes, "I'm confiscating your tablet."
Booo.
"But, since you brought it up," her sinister grin, "how DO you feel about butt plugs?"
I had to laugh. It was funny how normal that sort of question had become.
"'Cause there are these butt plugs... ” (1,802 words)
“Continues from part 1
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A WhipMaster and a WhipMistress demonstrate their skills.
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from the lake at his retirement home. This second chapter has W judging contests at the Decennial Competition of Masters and Slaves of the Greater East Coast BDSM Association. This first contest is between WhipMaster Arnold, WhipMaster Wu, WhipMistress Sierra, and WhipMaster Amani.
(I know that I said this was a five-chapter adventure in my first post but that is what I get for violating one of my cardinal rules and beginning to post before I had completely finished the story. There will be six chapters and I will be posting approximately one per week.)
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18... ” (3,592 words)
“Chapter 18
Days later, Elise sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the pale cotton pajamas Alexandru had laid out for her. Her fingers twitched as she reached for them, hesitating as if the fabric might bite her. The texture was wrong - too dry, too loose, too alien against her skin. Her body had known nothing but the slick, constricting embrace of latex for an entire year, and now every movement, every sensation, felt raw and unnatural. The air itself felt like an unfamiliar thing, too open, too unpredictable.
She yanked the shirt over her head and grimaced as the cotton dragged over her bare scalp. The sensation made her shiver, a fresh reminder of what had been taken from her. Bald. Browless. Stripped of even the smallest vestiges of herself. She had been shaved regularly, unconscious from etheric gas, taken out of the coffin in regular intervals, taken care of, shaved and cleaned, disinfected. She of course never was aware of this. The silent attendants had done... ” (6,854 words)
“Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had never used it before. This house was still new to her. It was his house. Except that now it was her house too. Just as she was now his. She would always be his.
She examined her reflection. There wasn’t much time. Her hair and makeup were fine. The dress looked good, even if it wasn’t what she was used to. It was important that she look her best. This was a big night. Her introduction to a different kind of social position. One that was both more rarified, and at the same time far lower.
Emily could hear the guests down the hall. She looked away from the mirror to the hallway. There was a menacing quality to the darkened hall, to the place that it led. She told herself that it was only going to be a few people having drinks. It didn’t help. Emily returned her gaze to the mirror. Better the mirror than the hallway.
No, the little black dress wasn’t what she was used to. Emily pulled... ” (1,812 words)
“Becky’s Repairs, Part 6
Blinding light streamed into the window through the gauzy fabric. A pair of nesting jackdaws just outside annoyingly announced the sun had indeed come up. Becky blearily rubbed her eyes, rudely bumping the handcuffs against her cheek, making her flinch. She groaned and took a quick peek at her phone before fumbling around the nightstand to find the key, rubbing her wrists on the way to the bathroom. “Maybe they chickened out. Maybe one of them had second thoughts,” she thought as she brushed her teeth. Becky halted wide eyed, staring at her reflection. “Maybe they got caught! Maybe… Maybe something went wrong! No. No, Justin would have called… probably…” The notions gnawed at her despite her dismissals. Dressed in slacks and a sweater, Becky headed down to the lobby for coffee and a croissant. The landlady briskly handed her some cream, her husband nowhere to be seen. Becky sat in a... ” (8,114 words)