The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch.01: Matching His Fetish Copyright Oggbashan May 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Note to Reader...
Neither of us were really into the whole BDSM thing, but Robin was always sexually curious and experimental...we enjoyed exploring things together...her needs...my needs. It was a facet in our relationship that we, both, fully embraced. This experience started with the purchase of some handcuffs that we enjoyed playing around with...I'd usually just cuff he...
Author's Cautionary Note: This is fiction. No animals were hurt writing this, nor were any of the characters, although there are several rather severe spankings, among other libertine activities. Needless to say none of the people are real. However the characters do engage in one dangerous activity. They walk and/or play in the forest without any clothes (pa...
The Characters and situations are from the working class areas of Northern England and some of the situations and the working class language may upset some readers. The names have of course been disguised but otherwise this is what "Silvie" told me when I bought her a few rum and cokes in the local pub. * Hi I'm Silvie and I do voluntary work for Dr Hargre...
5 Molly gave an excited whinny when she saw Belle but snorted as Beast came into very as well. "Molly it's okay, he is nice to me." the young woman tried to sooth the animal as they approached the field. Beast stopped several feet from the fence so as not to scare the horse anymore. Annabelle started whispering with outstretched hands and Molly nickered sha...
"Do you see something you like, M'Lord?" the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse. "Absolutely," I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, "'Ow about that one?" With a dazzling smile, she took it out and handed it to me. It...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. I would also like to thank one of my readers whose few ideas have been used in this episode. After the story was done I came up with an idea for an alternative route. Somewhere in the middle there is a fork on the road. The second version as well as the epilogue are at the end, after...
Thara was delighted to discover, upon her awakening the next morning, the smell of breakfast greeting her nose. She hurriedly dressed, wrapping her bandeau about her breasts and slipping into the blue silk dress George had selected for her from Lark's bureau. It was a mite too small in the hips and chest, but it would have to do. Thara looked at her reflecti...
It's been about a month since I told Holt, Holly the truth and moved her into my house. I never expected the side effects of what I did to her to be her to be her becoming a whole other person. I know it sounded like that's the point but the point is that you changed them, bent them, broke them and made them worse. And I fucking hated Holt, I really fuckin...
Onboard the White Queen's floating ship, Ororo Munroe was trying very hard not to lose her mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd been claustrophobic. Sometimes the only way she could stand a narrow hallway or a crowded elevator was to remember her power. She was Storm, mistress of the elements, and with a thought her lightning could break her free o...