Chapter 1: A Strange New World I have written several stories, but this is my first submission to literotica. As a reader, I find that sex in literature is still somewhat of a taboo subject. When it is even present at all, it is often just briefly touched on with a lot of self-censoring before moving on to another subject. I may read a great story or advent...
Helen had no means of judging how long she spent in the clinic. The time was used by her controllers to enforce her total dependency on them. They controlled when she ate or drank and when she slept. Part of keeping her off balance was to keep moving her between the Rubber Room, the dungeon and a small bare cell. Her freedom of movement was constantly limite...
The creature was almost on top of me, and I had resigned myself to being trampled under its feet when there was a cry, and, to my intense relief it seemed to be pulled up, as if the rider of it were controlling it, as one might control a horse or camel. It came to a halt just a few feet away from me; in another step or two I would have found myself crushed...
Chapter 4 - Amelia Jane Has a Long Day Ahead of Her I was conducted to a new room by my handler using the chain of the coin box as an impromptu leash. The room was small and bare and windowless. In the centre of was a narrow grating, such as might lead down to a drain or sewer. There was a wooden bucket in the corner, a small cloth hung over the rim. On a t...
By lamignonne and Zenmackie * One hour later, Marie was feeling decidedly cranky. Her wrists were cuffed securely to her collar, held there by short lengths of chain, so that her hands dangled impotently at the level of her shoulders. Her ankles were hobbled by an 18-inch length of chain, enough slack that she could walk around, but only by taking ridiculo...
She was roaming the half-priced book store with a basket in her elbow. We had been venturing to this store more often, as the library was a bit of a distance and we usually only went if we wanted to make a day out of it. It didn't matter much to her; a room full of books was a room that kept her happy. I wasn't exactly sure why she loved the beaten up, cheap...
There's an old adage that goes-if you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to bet. I've always thought that statement spoke the truth, so I've avoided gambling unless it's a sure thing. I'm a world-class three-cushion billiard player, but because the sport is so obscure, most of my friends and neighbors aren't aware of my talent. It was a wintry Friday ni...
I showed up at Cindy's place just before dinner. It was the first time meeting her. She had contacted me through email after having seen my website for the services I offered. She was in sore need of a massage (pun intended) and was glad for the great price I offered. I had been in business for about six months then. It was a new and growing venture. My fr...
Kinlye jerked trying to force her way out of Rafe's arms. "No, let me go!" There was horror in her voice and on her face as she clawed at Rafe to get free. "Nikky, take her," Rafe shouted, pushing her toward his mate. He barely saw Nikky catch her before turning toward the door. His brother was in there, facing the wolf of a man who wasn't sane. He opened t...
Chapter 20 Lynn's spirit returns to Freddie for one final good-bye I still missed Lynn. She was gone, gone forever, and never to return. Death is so final. Or is it? Who's to know? No one dead has ever returned to tell us what it's like to die. Or have they? Are the dead here, now, among us in a parallel dimension and we just don't know it? Do the dead wa...