Note: This story contains serious body modification. If this isn't your scene, please don't continue reading. The story picks up directly from Part I. Tom had laced Rachel tonight for the first time since her pussy had gotten its eyelets. Tom had, with her permission, and in fact her request, installed two rows of eyelets in her pussy. She had six holes in...
She lay there for what seemed like forever, she tried to move any part of her to relieve the itching but couldn't. She was fed a bland dinner by a candy striper and then again left alone. Finally she heard a noise at the door and looked. Looking in at her were the doctor that was now in charge of her as well as her normal doctor (the one who sent her here),...
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Please do offer feed back (positive or negative) if you'd like the story continued. It's what keeps writers going :) Thank you Although she was half delirious, Veronica knew immediately knew when she was being moved out of storage. She had been left suspended upright, sealed in a latex vacuum bag for what she had been told would be a week, though she had...
The internet had been light on details about what happened next. Despite political rhetoric insisting that many prisoners would enjoy themselves, the first graduates of the program had been reluctant to talk about their experiences. Four-oh-five-three, who had been just below the threshold of panic for the past ten minutes, understood why. How could someone...
Jessica loved seeing more of the city, especially when it was this vibrant and lit up by the neon street lights and bright shop signs. "The office is a short walk from my home, so most days I try to walk." Samantha explained as they drove along the busy streets. "I only drive when the weather is terrible or I'm late, which usually is most of the time I'm...
Her whimpers were raw and low, drowned out by the sound of the table being adjusted. She felt the lowest half drop away and her dangling legs were lifted one at a time and her feet slid into stirrups, locked into place. Spread. Her cunt open. Wide open to every pair of eyes that might look down. Were there others? Others watching this debasement. Watching...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
Chapter One - Performance Art = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A college professor presents a performance art production of "I, Masochist" with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W's help in recording the six young women's stories of how and why they are masochists. The...
There was no one word to describe Tom as the day wound down Saturday. Vicki had presented him with a list of "honey do's" at 7am and then she went back to sleep, leaving him just as he had tried to sleep the night before, albeit with little success. Working with a chastity cage locked on was challenge enough, but the urethral insert reminded him it was there...