“35: The Vines of Lust
Summer and Caitlyn were sitting in Celine’s workshop. While Summer looked around with interest, closely examining every machine and invention, Caitlyn studied her soon-to-be teammate.
“Why did you send Celine an application?”
Summer turned to the black-haired police officer and gave her a puzzled grin.
“I can’t exactly beg Ava’s parents to pay my tuition. So why not do something I enjoy and earn some money at the same time?” Summer said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and turned back to a machine that was processing cobwebs into threads and winding them onto spools.
“I see… and now you’re coming with us into the forest?”
“Apparently,” Summer said with a shrug, “I know a lot about plants, and Ifry says I’m ready… By the way, is it true that you were swallowed by a pitcher plant? Can you tell me more about it?”... ” (8,993 words)

“She was in her mid-twenties, enjoying life. She was a trust fund baby. She didn’t have much going on in her life except going out and partying. She loved to use her body and her money to get what she wanted. She was also a big fetish enthusiast, into everything you could imagine: latex, bondage, submission. She loved sex and used it as a weapon.
Karen was 26 years old. She had a 24-inch waist and double-D breasts, which she appeared to have enlarged, and she had a body that would knock anybody’s socks off. She had undergone numerous surgeries over the years to increase her sex appeal, and she loved being a bimbo. She had Brazilian butt Lift, breast implants and lip implants. Anything you could think of, she always wanted to have done.
But nobody owned her; she was her own person. She did her own thing. One day, just for fun, she went back to her old church, wearing her normal outfit with six-inch heels. Underneath, she was wearing a very revealing latex catsuit.... ” (9,245 words)

“It started with the ringing of her phone. For months now Kathrine had been struggling with making rent and finding work, and she had almost given up hope, after sending her resume to practically every single agency and studio. Her dream of working for a reputable agency making photos looked more and more like a pipe dream. She had to survive with only the profits of the few pictures she managed to sell to some magazines but even that had dried up in the last months. So when her mobile suddenly starts ringing with an unknown number she almost steps on the brakes of her old Nissan.
Kathrine was a 22 year old young woman with large breasts that she often hid in a large shirt. A small waist, and wide hips, that on her 5’2” foot frame looked even larger. She often wore heels to blend in better, and normally wore her long black hair in a braid or in a loose ponytail down her back, while her bright green eyes were hidden behind her glasses.
Fumbling with the controls of... ” (7,496 words)

“Part Six - The Hunt Ball
It had been a couple of weeks since the incident at Sam & Nic’s warehouse, where I had nearly ended up being sold, to be cooked and eaten at a festival by the crowds. It had only been Nic’s keen eye that she had spotted me hanging there in the storeroom and saved me from my ultimate fate. I was pissed off with Ollie leaving me like that after promising a weekend away where we could reconnect after my recent workload.
After we returned home, I retreated to the spare bedroom, but found that I couldn’t sleep, so I took myself down to the storeroom and bound myself, placing the nipple tag and then the bag over my head and then joining the other meatgirls that were stored there and spent a blissful night among them. It was Matt who found me the next morning; Ollie had thought that I was sleeping in and had decided to leave me alone. He grabbed me to prepare for a delivery order, but then realised that it was me lying there, but he... ” (9,703 words)

“Chapter 16
Evelyn guided Ana down the stairs. She stood before the heavy velvet curtain, her breath shallow. She had been here once before. A taste. An invitation. The thin latex suit covered her, ankle to neck. It was crotchless and left her breasts free. A latex thong and latex bra covered her up. Blindfolded in a latex hood with no eyeholes, she remembered the way the attendants had circled her clitoris with inhuman tongues, how they seemed to grab and tug at it, tease and worship it. That night had branded itself into her memory with a searing, aching desire that had never dulled. She'd become hooked in a single evening. Her body knew frustration intimately, a pulse of denial wrapped around her core like an iron tether. But tonight, the Sanctum awaited.
Ana stood barefoot on warm polished stone, her belt still firmly on her, relocked over the thin suit this time, as the attendants upstairs had prepared her. The Sanctum smelled faintly of latex and incense - low-burning... ” (8,917 words)

“Sleep evades me.
Like the night before Christmas when you were a child, hoping that Father Christmas had come and bought you just what you wanted.
Except it wasn't quite like that. This was no toy train set that I wanted, this had been a fantasy, a desire, a longing, for many years that I can remember. This time it was different.
The research had been done. A quiet place in the sand dunes on the East Coast, where there weren't too many visitors, hardly any. But still with the added frisson that we might be discovered. I also had Mistress there to keep me safe. We had been through all the consent and agreed what to do. As this was the first time out of what I hoped would be many, I didn't want to take it too far.
My watch tells me differently. It says that I had a fair sleep, which included a good period of deep-sleep.
The car had been packed the night before, and it was to be at an early start to get to the sand dunes before people were stirring. Not as I had seen... ” (2,469 words)

“PRELIMINARIES
"uhh - uhh - uhhhh YEAHHHHH!"
Brent grunted and arched backward, cum spewing through his clenched fingers, legs splayed as he watched Stacy pinch her big nipples and call out his name over and over. Her voice echoed and vibrated with undeniable passion, eyes staring hotly into his, bouncing up and down more and more urgently as his own orgasm approached -
Then the video shut off, and he was just fisting himself, spewing against the underside of his desk and onto the carpet, groaning. She had been THAT close! The website prompt showed him how many credits he had left, and it wasn't enough to get something really satisfying. Frustrated, Brent pushed his chair back away from the computer, got up on shaky legs, and padded naked and sticky to the bathroom in order to clean himself up.
When he returned, the screen was littered with pop-up ads. Grumbling, he cleared them one by one, then paused at the last one. This was new, he thought. "Your BestMatch... ” (2,187 words)

“A nervous flutter rumbled in Kristine’s stomach, or perhaps a more proper description was crippling anxiety. She gripped the doorknob to her bedroom, ready to plunge back in. For the past two hours she had been teasing, tormenting, and otherwise giving her wife everything her submissive heart could desire. For the last thirty minutes, she had left her blindfolded, gagged, and suspended in a bowstring hogtie from their ceiling while she waited just outside their door. Kristine had monitored her wife’s muffled whimpers through the door to play a fun game of teasing her just shy of an orgasm.
On that note, she clocked Hannah’s pleasure filled moans that had been building for the past couple of minutes had gone quiet. Cheeky bitch. She smiled, distracting her from her own anxiousness as she realized her wife was holding her sexy sighs in to make it harder for Kristine to know when to cut off the vibrators. After 12 years married, she knew Hannah... ” (3,534 words)

“6
Valerie’s Homecoming Surprise
Valerie’s key turned in the penthouse lock just after dusk, the city’s glow bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mid-semester break had come early (professors on strike, dorms half-empty), and she’d taken the red-eye, every mile of the flight aching with the need to feel Jessie’s skin under her palms again, to taste the surrender she’d only been able to imagine through late-night texts and breathless phone calls.
She dropped her duffel in the foyer, kicked off her boots, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. The silence was thick, electric, and she knew exactly where Jessie would be. The pantry door stood ajar, inviting, a sliver of cold blue LED light spilling out like a whispered promise of the delights inside. Valerie’s heartbeat slammed against her ribs; her thighs were already slick, the anticipation that had been building for weeks now a live... ” (17,115 words)

“Chapter 15
Camelia sat across from Evelyn in the dimly lit lounge of Abyss, dressed in a simple but elegant latex catsuit, her hands clenched in her lap, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. She had come in not as a performer, not as a patron, but as a woman at the end of her rope. She didn’t like the latex on her since her stay in the coffin, but appealing for help with Evelyn, the material as a token of submission would be expected. Her graceful career as a ballerina, her passion since childhood, was crumbling beneath her. The theater had reduced her hours; she couldn’t make ends meet. The world outside had no place for her anymore. And so, she had come here, to Abyss, hoping against hope for something - anything - that would let her dance again.
Evelyn was, of course, delighted.
Leaning back in her chair, a slow, knowing smile played on her lips as she let her gaze wander over Camelia’s rubberized body. She concentrated to conceal her desire for the... ” (8,432 words)

“Becky’s Repairs, Part 5
“Par ici, s'il vous plaît. La visite va commencer maintenant. Notre première exposition est une collection de photos en noir et blanc réalisées par Monsieur Deby, qui vient de Lorient.”
Despite the frigid weather, Becky stepped lively through the local art museum in a conspicuously short black skirt, high heels, and a tight white V-neck shirt which showed off her collar line in a very tempting way, never mind that her nipples were clearly protruding beneath the soft fabric. The garters holding up her black silk stockings were just tangible under the hem. The guide couldn’t help but ogle, her strawberry-blond hair in curls topped with a black beret. She batted her eyes and gave off the air of a girl on the make. A mother jerked her puberty-stricken son to the other side of the small crowd as the guide made sure to stay close to Becky, pointing out items of interest during the museum tour.
In fact,... ” (8,063 words)