“The Beginning
Mark and Elena's arrangement was supposed to be the gold standard of roommate professionalism. They shared a kitchen, a hallway, and a landlord, but their private lives remained locked behind heavy bedroom doors. They were strangers who simply shared a roof. They were polite, distant, and intensely functional.
Then the weekend nights started.
Through the thin drywall, Elena began to hear things. It was not just the typical muffled thuds of a college hookup, but the distinct, heavy clinking of metal. She heard chains rattling. She heard the unmistakable, sharp intake of Sarah's breath, followed by low, helpless moans. In the mornings, Elena would sit at the kitchen island, staring at the red, raw imprints encircling both of their wrists over morning coffee. She could only guess at what happened behind Mark's door, and the guesswork was turning into a torturous, obsessive itch.
The Tuesday lab was her window. The moment Mark's sedan pulled out of the... ” (5,129 words)
“2: Believer
Brett: 1hr
me: kk
One Month Later
"What a fuckin' mess."
Listen, I'm not exactly proud of how we met. I mean, I should probably be in fuckin' jail for what I did. Instead Brett says "want to do it again some time?" Swear to God!
Thing is, though, I wasn't lying when I said I'm not gay. Don't get me wrong, Brett isn't a bad looking lad. Bit too pretty, maybe. Probably uses, like, moisturiser and shit. But I just don't swing that way. But he says there's no hard feelings, and he says could I maybe do him a favour?
He gave me these two keys - one's to his front door, and the other's for this box that has all the keys for his handcuffs and padlocks and that. Said he didn't like how easy it was for him to escape. Careful what you wish for, right? So now, before he ties himself up, he messages me with how long until he wants to get let out.
Sometimes I leave him a bit longer. I've got my own shit going on, you know?
And now I find him lying on... ” (3,013 words)
“1: Daydreamer
"Now then… Not a bird after all, eh?"
I don't recognise his voice. Or maybe… I dunno. He sounds drunk. I can't see with the blindfold, but would I even recognise him if I saw his face?
"You really did all this to yourself, didn't you, you little perv."
He really knows how to push my buttons, whoever he is. I should be scared. This stranger just broke into my house! Why aren't I more scared? Instead, I feel embarrassed; I really did do this to myself. I feel ashamed; I really am a pervert. It's all so… God, why is it so arousing!
"Hello there, little fella," I feel his finger tap my vibrating penis, ever so lightly. I almost orgasm on the spot. I hear a quiet chuckle, "sorry mate, you want to cum, you'll have to earn it first." My heart sinks. The vibrator stops.
He pushes his fingers under the straps of my gag, and pulls the pink rubber ball from my mouth, trailing saliva down my chin. I want to say something, I SHOULD say... ” (2,907 words)
“Ever since I was little, I have been coming to Aunt Sally's farm every summer. I loved seeing the livestock out in the fields, the crops growing, and hearing the sounds of nature all around. It was certainly different from living in the city, with all of the noise and lack of green spaces.
Aunt Sally is my Mum's sister, or so I believed. I just assumed that because I called her my auntie that she was related, though that was never really made clear to me. And I didn't consider it strange that when my mother stayed at the farmhouse, they would share the same bed. They were sisters after all, and they were very close with each other during the day. I would often see them kiss and cuddle, which seemed like a natural expression of their affection.
Later on in my life, as a teenager, I started to notice the changes that had been made to the farm. A new, large, very long barn had been erected close to the house. My Aunt had told me that it was built to house some livestock that... ” (15,348 words)
“37: The Convent of Sins I
Lance kicked in the door to his old home. His hotel was just a dusty ruin. A victim of vandalism and nature. He had expected nothing less. Leon City was a shithole, and the way it treated his property was proof enough. He hoped that at least the inside of the hotel was still untouched.
“Sir, we need to hurry,” said one of his men who had freed him from the prison.
“Yeah … I know … I just need to get my wife,” Lance muttered, stepping through the rubble in the lobby.
He opened a secret passage next to the registration desk and disappeared inside the hotel. His companion shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Ten minutes,” he said curtly as the secret door closed behind his boss.
Lance let his hand wander over the old machines. His inventions. His traps that had brought his wife and him so much joy and, above all, money.
“Wasted,” he muttered as he walked... ” (13,065 words)
“The air inside the private development bay of Halcyon BioTech always smelled faintly of burnt ozone and industrial solvent, a sterile baseline that you had spent three years breathing alongside Dr. Marcus Chen. To the rest of the facility, the two of you were an eccentric, highly insular unit—you, the twenty-four-year-old prodigy who had accelerated through a molecular engineering PhD only to realize you were entirely unequipped for the social friction of the ordinary world; Marcus, the senior mentor whose casual brilliance and validating nods were the only currency that truly mattered to your intellectual arrogance. Together, you had birthed the fluid.
It rested in a reinforced containment cylinder on the primary workstation: a dark, highly viscous substance that looked less like science and more like a heavy, glossy ink. It was an ocean of self-assembling programmable nanomachines. You had spent thousands of hours watching those microscopic assets rewrite reality under the... ” (11,750 words)
“Chapter 7
The Monday morning after her second shoot, Kat woke up normally but in contrast to normal Foxy also left the bed.
“Morning Foxy. Something planned today?”
“Nope, just wanted to have some fun before you go to work.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Well, how does your tail feel? You have been wearing the same plug for over a week now and you should be used to the size by now, right?”
“Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore other than a strong stretch when putting it in, why?”
“I was thinking, as I know you, you don't want your ass to be so stretched that you can't keep it shut yourself right, but you are still interested in some of the things I do for fun, right?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I have a solution, if you want to try.”
“But I have to go to work in an hour? What do you have planned?”
“Go to the bathroom and prepare like you... ” (4,837 words)
“Continues from part 1
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Marcie and JJ begin their descent into the world of Box M Ranch
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. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, Marcie and JJ begin to understand what might be ahead for them at Box M.
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“Part Ten
After my recent episode with the contractors moving me from the storeroom to the container and leaving me locked away overnight, I thought it best that I didn't push for any further time as a meatgirl, in case Ollie would not be too happy after what happened. There always seems to be something that doesn't go to plan when I indulge in my meatgirl fantasy, well, at least some of the time anyway.
Plus, the contractors were busy rebuilding the shop, a whole new designed interior, as well as the storeroom being extended to accommodate more meatgirls to be stored in there. I wondered what it would look like squeezed in among the hanging stock, just another product waiting to be sold. There were some other changes that Ollie hadn't spoken to me about, but I would find out later.
But two weeks later, the contractors were finished, so when I returned home from work, I popped in to see what they had done. I had purposely avoided looking in beforehand, so what I saw came as... ” (10,262 words)
“I struggled not to visually roll my eyes or audibly sigh at what the woman was saying. Despite the bar being full on a Friday evening, and a large collection of voices being all that I could hear, somehow her whining tone seemed louder than anyone else's; despite not yelling or straining her words.
This was the last thing I wanted to do after a full week of work. With the weekend fast approaching and my entire frame aching, all I wanted was to return to the comfort of my home, curl up and read a book, or maybe watch a few movies. I wanted to push out the rest of the world, avoid any forms of human connection and just…relax. As I was leaving work, my plans were interrupted by a text from my oldest friend, a woman who I had known ever since we were at school together, Melanie. She was drunk, already intoxicated by the time I had reached the bar. She had texted me the address with almost no choice but to spend the evening with her and listen to her sorrows.
I must admit,... ” (13,549 words)
“Chapter 6
July and Lily were sitting on a couch, watching one of their most chaotic and erratic friends calmly sit on the one opposite of them, petting the young woman, who had her hands in one of the most strenuous positions bound behind her back enjoy the attention, fully relaxed with her head in the other woman's lap. Bouth had watched this picture for the last ten minutes, but still could not believe it.
“You know July, if we did not have other things to do, these two could stay like this the whole day, without getting bored.”
July could only nod to that, as her lips were still sealed shut by her piercings.
“Do you have an idea for her bra problem? I kind of just let them sit here, while we look at what you have.”
“Already ahead of you. The harness Kat is wearing, is from an extreme modular line that has yet to be released to the mainstream. It is its most distinctive feature, that all the belts can be changed to what is needed,... ” (4,811 words)
““Honey, the hell is that?”
The “that” I was referring to was obvious: a half scale steel drum on a hand truck that she was wheeling into the house from the garage.
She grinned in a way that spoke of triumph and mischief. And Cupid's arrow pierced my heart like it did every time she smiled at me. Yes, I'm a fool for the love of her. “A surprise. Get the spray booth and the sprayer set up in the play room.”
“Latex?” I called over my shoulder as I headed to do as I had been told. My cock stirred a bit at the thought of being coated again. My skin hummed with the memory of the gradually growing gentle tightness as layers of liquid latex were applied and dried over my body, of brushes painting spots and whiskers, of the hours spent being the center of her world.
“Better!” She called after me. My mental gears ground almost to a halt at that. Better? What could be in a metal drum that's better than liquid latex? The... ” (7,181 words)
“PART ONE
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Some consider it a travesty, of course. The fate of the human races pinned in stasis, demons and demiurges sat at a pinnacle never intended for their ilk, that sort of thing. True as far as it goes, but not my concern. In fact, I think there's a beauty in it. The closest to a closed causality the Center of Everything and its hundreds of Attendant Universes has ever known, the center raised above the edges, terrifying cliffs only scalable by those who can adapt to the new reality, order imposed on every world, for ever… beauty in stasis, that's more in line with my thinking. It's worked out for me personally, at least in comparison with the previous thousand years of my existence. For all the irreplaceable cultural treasures lost to pillage, some things deserved to be overturned.
And anyway, it is what it is. I've got no power other than to record my observations of the Conquest from my cage - if not a gilded one, at least one with thorns less... ” (17,819 words)
“Oh God, how did it come to this?
For months, Angela had been living out of her battered old Honda Civic. Being fired from her job and evicted from her apartment in the same week had been completely gut-wrenching. The twenty-year-old blonde spent her days filling out job applications on her slowly dying iPhone, washing her clothes at dingy, depressing laundromats, and sneaking into the Planet Fitness locker room for quick showers.
Another rejection e-mail today. Another night wondering if the car will even start tomorrow.
Her vehicle was held together by cheap parts from Auto Zone and what little mechanical skill she had learned from her high school boyfriend, Kyle. There were times she bitterly wished she hadn’t dumped him; maybe he would have been here to save her from all this.
I was so stupid. I wanted “something more.” Look where that got me.
Kyle was long gone. Within a year of Angela breaking up with him, Kyle got... ” (3,034 words)
“11: Stroll
"I don't think this is going to work."
The chastity cage was creating an obvious bulge in my dress.
"I guess we could strap it down… between your legs?" she suggested.
"Hmm… that'd probably make me walk funny."
We were going for a walk, just around the lake. It was late, not too many people around.
"We could go without the cage. But… Do you think you can keep 'things' under control?"
The point wasn't to go completely unseen. But anyone who did see us shouldn't give us a second look. We were just a couple of perfectly normal gals, out for an evening stroll.
"… 'cause when you first put on that dress…"
She wasn't wrong about that. Just the thought of strangers seeing me like… damn it, calm down!
"Maybe just close your eyes, take some deep breaths, and think of England."
Wig in a Box
"What do you think?"
Earlier, we were out clothes shopping.
"I... ” (2,536 words)
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A Fantasy Vacation That Will Last a Lifetime
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. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. This first chapter introduces JJ and Marcie and explains how they can afford the time and money for the BDSM Boot Camp.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may... ” (3,284 words)
“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... ” (7,476 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.
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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)