The pictures had come out well. Sparkling clear images with delightful crisp edges and smooth contours. The videos were even better. My expert and I were a little concerned by the lighting in the dungeon, but the modern optics in the micro-cameras have improved considerably over the years and I had benefited. The whole nation would benefit too. I smiled a...
The night had started out alright enough. It had taken some searching but the curvy, middle aged PI had finally found where the geek bastard was holed up. He was hiding in a vacant apartment building in the shadier side of town. Both the twisted pervert and his "collection" of brainwashed young coeds. The PI spent the prior day staking the building out to...
After I had fucked Madison and the last man in the line had fucked Romy, the mayor and the sheriff escorted us to seats in the shade under a large oak tree on the village green. The mayor, still stark naked, sat beside Romy and fondled her breasts and pussy as he spoke to us explaining the local sex customs. The deputies thoughtfully placed naked Madison bes...
A.K.A. "The Double Duty Booty Call" John knocked on the door. As I let him inside I felt my heart flutter from its usual rhythm the way it did the last time I saw John, and the time before that. His dark hair was wet and still shining with snowflakes, his tall frame crowding the doorway as he stomped the snow from his boots before taking them off. I waite...
Author's notation: Generally when I write a story, my usual preference is to complete it. Then, during my first edit, go through the storyboards and see if there are sections where adding a sex scene would be useful. Explaining a character's background or maybe their lack of character. Setting up for later actions or trying to fill in past scenes that need t...
I hate it when he gets new ideas. I truly do. That means new pain in new places, new words, new acts of violence. I like routine. I'm used to the same thing, being punished the same way. Knowing the rules and having a specific consequence for each. That's the way I was trained. But when he gets new ideas...that means adjustment, adaptation. Surprises. I hat...
Marjorie sighed heavily as she kept walking- Faster and faster, Mistress Carrie might be looking. She really was trying not to lag, but her breasts hurt SO MUCH, dragging that horrible chain behind. But Marjorie didn't want Mistress Carrie coming out with the spruce switch. Marjorie seen Mistress Carrie put a few of them in the bathtub, and the switches w...
I have made this an interactive story because every reader has the capability to imagine his or her version of the fine details. So I have left some intimate parts for you to imagine. Hope you enjoy the new experience. *** Completely Naked with only leather cuffs on ankles and wrists. A tight collar choked around your neck. You wait with eyes focused on t...
On the Sunday I rose and bathed as normal, Ella towelling me off. It was a 5/2 day, so I took her into the library, bent her over the desk, lashed her buttocks until they were pink, then made her kneel and give oral service. "Swallow it all," I told her, "Don't waste a drop." "No, Master," she said, muffled by my cock. When I had come and she had swallowe...
The night had started out alright enough. It had taken some searching but the curvy, middle aged PI had finally found where the geek bastard was holed up. He was hiding in a vacant apartment building in the shadier side of town. Both the twisted pervert and his "collection" of brainwashed young coeds. The PI spent the prior day staking the building out to...