Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is fiction, and at no time and in no way does this story intend to portray real life, actual circumstances, actual persons or situations, places, or actions. This story is the product of the author's imagination. This story includes scenes...
Dear Julie, This is the first time I have been able to write to you since all this began. We are not allowed contact with the outside world but I am smuggling this letter out by Roger, the garden boy, who is going to post it in the village. He is an absolute weasel who mentally strips a girl every time he looks at her and I only got him to take this sealed...
Chapter 11 Laura wasn't sure how she had made it through the last five days, but somehow she had. Not only had it been nearly impossible to concentrate on her school work, but the admonishment to avoid any sexual relief only made it harder to do anything but think about relief. At least she only had another hour to go before things started. And of course an...
While I was showering and getting ready for work I couldn't help but wonder what a change in direction my life had taken and whether it was a good direction. I used to be able to eat how and what I wanted, I was able to do what I wanted, wear what I wanted, and most of all, I had control over my body, something that before I started looking into bondage, I h...
Disclaimer: All living and artificial characters, places and companies are figment of the author's imagination. Unfortunately you cannot order a doll from 'Fooka Fikka Pichka' Inc. Note the tongue? It is firmly planted in cheek. ©2010 Wolffwerks "Please fuck the shoe slut Sir or Ma'am! I am Dr. Bane's Pichka and I would love to take you to the Night of t...
I was so excited to get a comment back on the last couple of chapters, until I read them. Ouch, that stung a little bit. I'm sorry this story isn't to your liking. But here's the next chapter, as contrived and predictable as it is. ***** It had taken hours to fall asleep last night, but I must have eventually done so because light was now coming in throug...
'What on earth have you had that done for?' my mother was not at all impressed by my freshly-pierced tongue, when my friend Cindy and I sat down to supper at the kitchen table, and she spotted it when I self-consciously touched it with my forefinger. 'Don't know, Mum,' was my honest answer, but, when we were alone, Cindy said, 'Don't be coy with me, you dir...
Her hands were cool and gentle as they caressed my face. Her fingertips traced my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, then across my lips and along my jaw. I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes covered by a blindfold, a little fearful of what to expect. It was bizarre yet exciting, something I had fantasized about but never imagined I would be brave enoug...
Jordan was being tortured. It was the day before Valentine's and Glen was torturing her with her gift. He wasn't torturing her with intrigue and suspense. On the contrary, she knew exactly what she was getting. She had known for a long time, and he had purchased it a long time ago. It arrived a full two weeks before Valentine's Day. But rather than give it t...
This story is a continuation of my previous story The Auction. Although it has been written be to a standalone story for context it may be helpful for the reader to be familiar with the previous story. As always, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. ***** Marching down several long corridors in single file joined by the chains attached to ea...