Author's note and disclaimer: This is a story containing non-consensual sexual acts (including cross-dressing, bondage, and other fun stuff) performed by a woman on her unwilling slave. In real life, all acts should be consensual - stories like this are only for fantasies and for fueling scenes. Comments and criticisms are welcome, of course. I'm in the p...
Author's note: This story is set in the universe created by 3D artist Dizzydills. While you don't need to read through his works to understand this story, it can help! Thanks to Bianca Rose and Borsten for editing this story. ***** Part I: Processing When Sylvia Summers arrived at the automated outpost, she could instantly see the problems that lay a...
Helen stood looking at the phone, her knuckles pressed against her teeth, willing herself to pick it up and dial! Eventually she did, but only to slam it down again before it chance to ring at the other end! 'One deep breath' she told herself, 'then ring him!' She squared her mental shoulders, breathed deeply and dialled. "Hello?" "Graham?" "Yes." "I...
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After the girls released me, we all headed for the shower to spent a playful half hour. Then we went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. The twins had discovered some boxes of muffin mix and now they insisted on making them. I found them a couple of old aprons and sat back to watch the most interesting cooks I had ever seen. Imagine, if you will, two lovely w...
I'm much obliged to Stella Omega for clarifying the Leather culture aspects of this story for me. If you find it accurate and believable, the credit is hers. Any mistakes are mine alone. * Jake McAllister pulled the big pick-up next to the garage of the comfortable log home nestled in a grove of junipers and parked. The house, sitting on five hilltop acres...
I was jolted from a dream filled sleep by a clap of thunder and the persistent sound of a tree limb tapping out Morse code on the window nearest the Bradfords' bed. The wind outside was howling like a wounded banshee, and from the racket of the rain on the window and Bradford House's rotted timbers, that screaming gale was sending those hapless droplets in a...
This erotic adventure from the pen and mind of Leroux finds Jess exploring her newly-discovered 'naughty side'... I hope you enjoy reading Jess's adventure as much as I did composing it. Chapter One Jess was nervous, but the first date had gone well. Very well. She was busy in the kitchen preparing their dinner. She had elected to go for a seafood dish wi...
I have little awareness of the passing of time now, but I do know it has been about a year since I was made a sex slave. My parents reluctantly let me go off to college in Boston. Living the good life retired in Vermont, as an only child my mother was fearful of letting me leave home. But I was restless, adventurous, and 21 years old. All of my friends had...