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)
Preparation
Bottom Up
I surveyed the floor around me, meticulously marking off every item on my mental checklist. Every item was arranged in the order it would be needed. That was one of my pet peeves, a lack of prior planning, especially for unlikely contingencies when Murphy’s Law derails the best of plans. My ideal world was one of methodical progression, one step following another, according to schedule. Even on those occasions I indulged in what could only be called a sexual perversion I still applied the same rigorous procedures as when I was drafting some mechanical design.
I picked up the roll of athletic tape and began with my left foot. Starting just above the heel I covered the narrow part of my ankle, with some to spare. Next I applied my anti-bruising trick, which consisted of plain old kitchen aluminum foil cut into wide strips and folded over. I wrapped a strip around the part of my ankle where the pressure would be... (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)
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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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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)
By now, Faye's legs were tired and her back was starting to ache. She desperately wanted to shift position; as if that would make her any more comfortable.
The stockade held her, bent horizontal at the waist, and the shackles around her ankles forced her into a wide stance. For a while, she thought that, perhaps, she might be able to pull her hands free, if she folded her thumbs just so. She had badly chafed her wrists trying. And if she'd succeeded, what then? The stockade was held shut by a heavy padlock, and her head was going nowhere.
A man approached. By Faye's count, he was the third to visit her since the sun was high. He was preceded by his stench, and his lurid laugh. He got up close. He pulled her hair aside and, holding her chin in his muck-stained fingers, lifted her head to get a better look at her face.
"Aren't you a pretty bird."
Faye wasn't sure if she was more disgusted by his words or the bitter smell of his breath. The man squeezed at her cheeks,... (3,369 words)
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The intense physical regimen continues… with a diabolical twist.
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. Chapter Nine makes it clear that trustee brenda is intent on eliminating all males in her group.
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Shannon took in her mostly nude reflection in the full-length mirror. She could be, and was, self-conscious most of the time about her appearance. She hated the way her nose tilted to one side. The way her hair never quite fell right no matter what part she tried. She wished she had a flatter tummy, and didn’t like how knobby her knees were. Right now, though, she could actually ignore all of that. She was simply too excited to care.
It was finally cold enough to do one of her favorite…hobbies? Pastimes? None of those quite fit the kinky journey she was about to embark upon. What would one call walking in hidden bondage while in public? Shannon chuckled to herself in the silent apartment. Her coworkers at the insurance company would never believe quiet little Shannon was a bit of a kinky risk taker like this. Their heads, along with everyone else’s that knew her, would likely explode over the walk she was about to take.
Shannon ran her fingers down and... (7,633 words)
The pickup truck came to a gentle stop in front of the automated gate that gave access to the outskirts premium self storage lot. With a quick press in the associated app, the male driver soon had the gate slowly clearing the entryway while the much younger woman sitting next to him put her hand to his thigh and sensually let it slide towards his crotch. With a jolt, the 38-year-old felt his already semi erect penis instantly swell to full proportions as he gasped in surprise.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby, not a good time?” the woman said and halted her advances with a coy smile on her face. Giving his strikingly beautiful passenger a quick glance before he put the pickup in motion again, the man smiled and replied, “What, no!”—the man pulled the woman’s slender hand firmly against his throbbing crotch and raised an eyebrow—”Give it to me honey…”
With a wicked smile on her face, the woman expertly unbuttoned the... (14,633 words)
Chapter 12
Kat woke up the next morning with a terrible taste in her mouth, a headache and a soreness between her legs to the sound of Foxy in the kitchen. Groaning, she slowly left the bed for the bathroom, where she started to undress, when she remembered that she still was sewn shut.
Fighting the urge to panic, she left and went into the kitchen, where Foxy was cleaning some dishes.
“Oh, morning Kat.”
“Foxy, I think I have a problem.”
“Oh, if you mean your hangover, there is some aspirin in the bathroom closet, and why the hell are you naked in the kitchen?”
“I think I forgot to remove the stitches yesterday, and I don't know what to do.”
“What!”
“What should I do?”
“Slow down Kitten, do I get this right? You forgot to remove the stitches from yesterday's session, where you stood in for the missing model? Why the hell did you not remove them before going to the... (5,801 words)
I have made a mistake…
One that I cannot fix…
One that I cannot undo…
One that leaves me trapped…
At the mercy of a machine…
I have achieved my ultimate fantasy…
And now I want to be free more than anything.
My name is Alex, when my story began I was 22 living in the UK, I graduated from university as a biochemist, and had settled into my life working for a major chemical production company, I had a small flat in the city when a letter arrived from a solicitor telling me a great-great uncle had died and had left me with all his estate (money, property etc.), I can’t remember ever meeting this uncle, a quick call to my parents told me he was estranged from the family, and that no-one would contest the will.
I booked time off work and travelled the 200 miles to my great-great uncle’s home, I found a medium sized cottage in a secluded area, I stood by the front door and scanned the horizon I could... (4,604 words)
A Drifter’s Tale
I’m a 29-year-old drifter and slacker. Those are my good points. I also happen to be extremely well-endowed in the genital department. This particular trait played a huge part in the adventure-story I am about to tell. In short, I was taken and “consumed” by a beautiful dominatrix whom I will never see again.
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I’ll start at the good part and fill in as I go.
I found myself in the basement of a large mansion. Her mansion. The room was well apportioned, and well secured. There were no windows and only one heavy door. Sounds were muffled all around me, except for the ceiling. I could hear footsteps and muffled conversation above me but nowhere else. I wasn’t sure of what was happening upstairs, and I was certainly in no position to go see who was here or what they were doing.
I was naked, except for the “gear” that was put on me earlier. I say gear because it is not anything usual or... (8,978 words)
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BDSM Bootcamp not only trains the body, it trains the mind.
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 training at Box M BDSM Boot Camp enters a new phase: the training of the mind.
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Dressing Up
Claire stood in her dressing room, a faint smile playing on her lips. Tonight would be special. She had spent weeks planning, each detail carefully designed to create an evening neither of them would forget. She glanced at the emerald-green gown hanging on the wardrobe door. Its silken fabric glittered with the crystals there were sewn to it. But it wasn’t just the dress that would make tonight memorable—it was everything else she had planned.
After a hot shower, she toweled off, leaving her skin slightly damp as she began the ritual of transformation. Her makeup was bold yet refined, emerald-green eyeshadow blending seamlessly with dark eyeliner to make her eyes pop. A deep ruby lipstick contrasted beautifully, adding a touch of daring to her look. She took her time, ensuring every stroke and detail was perfect. Tonight, she wanted to be his masterpiece.
Once her face was flawless, she turned to the corset—a stunning overbust design in black... (7,870 words)
Part 3
It has been several months now since I fully surrendered myself to life on the farm, and with every passing day, my desire to remain here has only grown stronger.
I loved the countryside; it was much calmer than the noisy, crowded city that I had grown up in. The fresh, clear air, the slow changing of the seasons, the friendly, uncomplicated people, it all felt right. But more than anything else, it was Sally.
When I had returned to the farm from my short break away, at Sally's suggestion, to sort through my thoughts and feelings, I knew that when I came back, I would be here as Sally's lover. I had finally accepted the truth about myself, that I preferred women, and that I desired her more than anyone else in the world.
What began as passionate nights, her hands sliding over my bare skin, her mouth claiming mine with hungry kisses, our bodies moving together in heated, breathless rhythm, slowly deepened into something far more intense. I started craving her... (16,314 words)
5: Spencer Redux
Spencer spotted her across a crowded dance floor. His college roommate had just gotten married, and one of the bridesmaids was clearly enjoying both the music and the open bar. She was out of his league looks-wise but her manner seemed approachable, so he shot his shot despite the fact that he wasn’t quite certain of her name.
They danced together, scarcely able to talk over the music. After two songs, she winked and led him away to a coat closet. Once there she knelt down, pulled his cummerbund out of the way, and giggled. She fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. Soon, his cock sprung free from his boxers, slapping against her chin. Her hand gently cradled his balls while her tongue lightly teased the tip of him.
The system awakened Ava to begin her day. The dream she had just experienced had a very different tone than ever before, and this was just the first of many ways in which this day would prove a departure from the... (3,822 words)
Chapter 11
The next morning, Kathrine and Meredith slept in. Kat because she only had to be at the new office at 15:30 and Foxy because she had nothing better to do that day.
When they did finally get up, they spent some time in the bathroom with their usual routine, but before Kat could get into her clothes, Foxy came to her with an idea.
“Hey Kitten, wanna try something new?”
“What do you have in mind? I hope it is not the worm again.”
“No. I promise it is no but stuff. I know it can cause problems.”
“Fine, what do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you try to wear these today?”
“Huh, that looks like those bells cats in Japanese comics have on their collars, but why are they connected like this? It reminds me of these toys that you spin between your fingers.”
“I don't know what kind of toys you mean, but this is something else entirely. Have you ever heard of ben wa... (4,659 words)
Bobbi always loved the early dawn. Maybe it was growing up on her grandparents’ farm, the one she now owned herself after their passing a few years back. This was the perfect morning, the air chilly enough to justify keeping her sleeves rolled down, but not so much to need a jacket. The sun only moments ago had broken over the mountains to the east, golden rays falling across the dew-covered valley her farm was nestled in. The chirps of birds as they flitted about in their carefree moments. The crunch of gravel under heavy work boots on the path from the house to the old barn. The simpering whimpers and grunts of her lover and dearest wife a few feet ahead, managing the best she could, walking on her hands along the same jagged gravel pathway.
It elated Bobbi to have her darling wife home. Wendy completed her, made her whole. The problem was how often she wasn’t home. Wendy was a very successful professional contortionist, and her last gig had seen her gone for three... (6,071 words)
38: Leon City and... Zombies?
Gritting her teeth, Cass sat down on the sofa next to Summer and Ava. In the week since the escape room, her two friends had flooded her phone with hundreds of messages. All of them begging her to come to that damn cabin in the damn forest to be guinea pigs for that damn witch. Cass had, of course, always refused. She had more important things to do. Lance... the man responsible for the worst time of her life... had escaped from prison. Cass had made it her mission to hunt him and his henchmen down. Unfortunately, with mixed success, and she had to admit that her body needed a break.
“Yayyyy! Glad you made it, Cass!” Summer cheered, hugging Cass, who flinched as Summer squeezed her battered body.
“Yeah, yeah. Please, Summer, my ribs.”
“Oh, sorry,” Summer giggled, and Cass rolled her eyes.
“Can we start the movie now, then?” Cass asked, but Ava shook her head.
“We’re still... (4,435 words)
15: Singularity
Exclusion Principle
S T U D (5 points)
Rob had suffered a crushing defeat. "I dunno why I keep playing this game with you two."
While I was away soul-searching, Rob had been here for Sophie. He checked in on her, played games with her; kept her company.
"How about next time we play something I'm good at. Like Monopoly."
Sure, his intentions weren't entirely pure - he'd told me as much himself. But I couldn't really hold that against him.
"Nobody likes a sore loser, Rob," Sophie said, sticking out her tongue.
I couldn't hold it against either of them.
"Yeah, yeah." Rob chuckled. "Right, I'm gonna head out," he said, putting on his shoes. "I'll leave you two to your kinky sex games."
In spite of everything, the three of us were still friends. "See you, mate." But we never shared a bed together again.
And the funny thing was, since getting back together, Sophie and I had yet to have any 'kinky sex games'. We'd... (2,038 words)
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After calisthenics, the sluts push a roller up the mountain.
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. Chapters Six and Seven are the beginning of a brutal BDSM Boot Camp training regimen that leaves one male slut injured.
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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... (6,545 words)
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After calisthenics, the sluts push a roller up the mountain.
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. Chapters Six and Seven are the beginning of a brutal BDSM Boot Camp training regimen that leaves one male slut injured.
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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... (2,781 words)
Chapter 10
As she arrived home, Kat was surprised to find Meredith waiting for her in the living room. She was wearing sports wear, and had even a few bottles next to her.
“Hi Kitten. Hurry up, I have already put your sports clothes on the bed. I want to start in five minutes.”
“Hi Foxy. You said you did aerobics, and would show them to me, but I did not expect that to happen so suddenly.”
“Stop wasting time and hurry up.”
“Fine, I'll go.”
Arriving in the bedroom, Kat found not as she expected her normal sports wear, but instead some firmer cups for her harness and a pair of latex panties.
Looking at what she should wear, the cups were a bit firmer than her normal ones, supposedly to help her keep her tits in place, but the panties were unusual. They had two silicon toys sticking out inside them, one plug in her normal size, and one seven inch long dildo just as thick.
Not seeing anything else, not even... (4,544 words)
14: Searching
cuff_mark > it was a dumb impulse
> I was feeling lonely and probably way too drunk
SelfBoundBB < omg thats so dangerous!
> believe me I know. I've got the scars to prove it :(
< yikes! u ok?
> yeah, nothing serious. but I won't be trying that again anytime soon
< dont let it put u off self bondage forever
< if u do it right its incredible
< but u gotta be safe & have backups
> my backup ended up being texting a neighbour I barely knew
> not my proudest moment
< lol I can give u some tips for next time
> thanks :)
> don't think I'll have the opportunity for a while tho
Mum & Dad
"I know I'm not supposed to say this but I was never a fan. I thought she was too bossy."
This was quite a revelation from mum. I should have told her it was temporary. At least, I hoped it was temporary. But after that confession, it... (3,052 words)
Part 3
Negotiations
The arts building was nearly silent again, its long corridors carrying only the faint hum of old vents and the occasional creak of wood as the afternoon sun shifted. The photo studio at the end felt like a room suspended outside of time, its frosted glass door muting the world into a soft blur.
Ethan was already inside, rope coils neatly stacked in their crate, table cleared, cushions leaning against the wall. He wasn’t expecting play this time — he had been careful in setting expectations. Talk. Nothing more. They needed clarity first, her preferences, her fantasies. So he leaned against the long worktable, arms folded, mind drifting toward what might be, if she wanted.
The door clicked.
Claire stepped in.
Her hands were full — a wicker basket balanced on her arm, a folded cloth peeking out of the top. The faint scent of coffee followed her, fresh and rich.
Ethan blinked. “That’s…... (10,875 words)
Part 2
I returned to the farm after a brief break, a getaway that Sally had suggested. She gently encouraged me to take some time away to clear my head and to help me decide whether I truly wanted to continue exploring this new and exciting aspect of our relationship. As the taxi drove me back down the familiar dirt road, I already knew my answer.
Truth be told, I had missed the place far more than I ever expected. The memories of my previous time there had lingered constantly in my mind: the warm summer nights, the thrill of being completely naked and vulnerable around the farm, and especially those long, intense hours when Sally kept me bound to her bed. She would tease and play with my body for what felt like many joyful hours, bringing me right to the edge again and again until I was a trembling, desperate, begging mess beneath her perfect hands.
Even more than that, I had also loved my time bound in the barn as just one of the meatgirls. There was something profoundly... (16,068 words)
May was the prototypical wallflower. The person who stayed silent and faded into the background, unremarkable and forgotten. Neither adored nor vilified. A gray mush in human form. Or at least that’s how she thought of herself up until approximately 45 minutes ago, when she found herself sitting on a lumpy couch with questionable stains, talking to Cleo Clay. That’s right, Cleo, that goddess that exuded a life lived like a rockstar, leather jacket and all. And May might add her personal crush since she had gotten to uni.
For three years she had pined from afar; back rows of seminar classes, across the quad. Even at a distance, she had a magnetism. It started at a surface level with her looks, cool blue eyes, wavy full mane of blond hair, smoky eyeshadow. Her signature rocker girl look; the aforementioned jacket, the boots to match, and a classic white tank top, often without a bra. Not that May ever paid attention to that. Well, okay, she did actually. How could you... (9,631 words)
Part 12: Mending Fences
Alice arrived at work that morning to find her favorite chocolate bar sitting on her desk. On the underside the words, “I’m sorry, G” were scrawled in black sharpie. A rueful smile crossed her lips as she tucked the candy bar in her desk drawer. ‘At least she knows it wasn’t right,’ Alice thought.
Around ten o’clock a text arrived from Dan. “Thank you for a stimulating morning. Still on for dinner?” The text gave Alice a warm feeling. She replied that she was indeed looking forward to it.
Alice’s improved mood was tested when Gina came and sat with her at lunch. “Mad at me?” Gina asked timidly.
“A bit,” was Alice’s short reply.
“I am so sorry,” Gina said pleadingly. “I’d never had anyone be, you know- like that. I guess I just got carried away. I guess you know I really like you,” she finished... (7,179 words)
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Marcie and JJ are “processed in” at Box M BDSM Boot Camp
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 eighteen-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this fifth chapter JJ and Marcie finally arrive at Box M Ranch are “processed in” to 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 contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to... (8,532 words)
Quiet, peaceful. Those weren’t words Rhonda would often call her bar, but today was Monday and Mondays were the one day that she kept the bar closed. Once upon a time, long before she inherited the place from her mother, the bar was closed on Sundays as well, thanks to antiquated blue laws. At least those things are gone these days, Rhonda thought, running her hand along the familiar worn bar top. This was home, safe. The damn place had been in the family since her grandmother opened it, scandalous as that had been for a single mother to do back in those days. It was hard work keeping the place going, but under Rhonda they had never had a month in the red. She was proud of that. She worked hard six days a week, and on the seventh she played hard. One might wonder why then she was back here in the bar on her singular free day. Well, that’s because of one very old and very modified mechanical bull. She poured herself a shot, throwing it back quickly before... (5,212 words)
]]>Lost Bet
Oh my God. She couldn't believe it. How could this have happened?
Her reaction was the polar opposite to her husband's, who was pumping his fist in the air and shouting with glee.
She could feel her trepidation in the pit of her stomach. Great, she thought, now I have to follow through with this stupid bet.
She had been so sure of herself this time, and she was not, by her nature, gracious in defeat. He must have cheated. I don't know how, but he must have.
Renee and her husband, Marcus, had settled into marriage easily. No longer newlyweds, they still enjoyed each other's company and spending time together. Like all couples over time, they weren't having sex as often as when they were in their honeymoon phase, but they tried to set aside time for intimacy, in between the demands of work, kids and the daily routine of running a household.
The bets started as Marcus’s idea. Both were competitive... (4,059 words)
Chapter 9
The morning after the convention, Kat could sleep in. Frank had given her the day off, as she worked the whole weekend, even if it did not feel like work.
She did not need to worry about editing the pictures, as the organizers had a whole team of people responsible for it, they just needed photographers to walk the floors and it is cheaper to hire outside help.
So when Kathrine finally woke up at around nine, she did not try to escape her girlfriend, but instead carefully removed her hands from her own breasts before she shimmied down and started to play with her pierced tits instead.
“Hmmm. Morning Kitten. Wanted to play with something today huh?”
“Morning Foxy. Needed something to do while you hold me hostage, and your pussy is still sore right?”
“Yeah. How late is it?”
“Around nine.”
“No work today?”
“Nope, have already uploaded the pictures yesterday as you were... (4,998 words)
Charlotte had just left college and returned home to her parents' house in a small English village, she had looked for a part-time job and found that the local vicarage needed a part-time cleaner. Initially she just worked three days at the beginning of the week for five hours a day, as the parish didn't have the funds for a full-time cleaner, but that wasn't enough to clean the house, so Friday was added to her schedule, this would be when she cleaned the upstairs part of the house, while the reverend was downstairs in his study writing his weekend sermons.
There were a couple of rooms that she was told not to bother with as they were never used, mainly storage and parish records, only the main bedroom, the guest room and the bathroom needed to be cleaned, so she vacuumed the floors, changed the sheets and scrubbed the bathroom clean.
Things went well for the first few weeks as she settled into her role, her tasks were easy, and she could manage them quite well. But it... (11,130 words)
13: Seeing
"So that wasn't a dog I saw you walking in the garden?"
I had this theory…
"And that tall redhead you went out with the other day?"
When you die, your life flashes before your eyes, like they say…
"And that time he was taking the bins out and he was all twitchy and stuttering?"
But only the really embarrassing parts.
"You know, I thought I could hear a buzzing sound."
Because at that moment, it sure as hell felt like I was dying.
Sophie was laughing her head off. "Wanna see some photos?"
(Please, God, make it stop.)
"He's not a bad looking girl, to be fair," said Rob. He pulled out his phone, "since we're sharing, I thought you'd want to see how I found him the other night…"
Sophie explained that she had been a little upset about my self-bondage adventure; but only because she didn't get to enjoy the show. "I'd rather you did it with me - for me. So I can unwrap you like a sexy Christmas... (3,809 words)
Part 11: Reset
Dan woke to the smell of coffee. He turned towards the kitchen, wincing at the stiff neck that sleeping upright on Alice’s sofa had given him. Alice appeared with a steaming mug in her hand. She was still in her pink bathrobe, but it hung open, giving Dan flashes of bare flesh as she moved.
“You might want this,” Alice said as she handed him the mug. “Hope you like it black-I forgot to buy creamer.” She leaned forward to hand him the mug, giving him a clear view of her breasts in the process. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “Feel free to join me,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away.
After taking a big gulp of the steaming brew Dan stretched his cramped muscles. His neck was still stiff, but so were other parts. He figured a shower with Alice might resolve multiple issues. Taking a second big gulp of coffee and burning his tongue in the process he headed for the... (2,536 words)
Part 2
Rope Workshop
With the university almost empty for the summer, the arts building sat quietly in the afternoon light, its long hallways echoing with the occasional creak of the old floor. The photo studio sat at the far end, behind a heavy double door with a frosted glass pane. Ethan was already there, leaning against the doorframe, keys in hand.
Claire arrived right on time. She wasn’t in her usual battle armor of couture, but she was still unmistakably Claire. The blouse was soft, dove-grey cotton, the cuffs rolled twice to the forearm. Underneath, a black ballet leotard traced a clean line to the hollow of her collarbone. Her skirt was pleated navy wool, falling well past mid-thigh but swaying with each step. White tights caught the light against low, square-heeled shoes, polished to a gentle shine.
It was an outfit made to move in, without surrendering style.
Ethan’s eyes flicked over her once — just registering the thought she’d... (8,128 words)