My name is Gjin, I live in the paradise known as Viche, and I am a big bottomed slave girl. This is my story. My name was Emily when I grew up in a town called Windy Praire, on the Eastern edge of Viche, and I began developing the large hips and big bottom of a slave girl at an early age. Many of the boys and some of the girls would tease me about the large...
I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror in the copy room, and I smiled at my slender waist, full wide hips, and exceptionally big bottom. I straightened my skirt, making my huge backside jiggle a little, and thought how nice it was going to be to get away from this office for an entire summer. An entire summer of pleasure and relaxation! I walked...
My name is Laura, and this is a true story from my life that I tentatively call "The Nerd and the Big Bottomed Girl". Of course, I am the "big bottomed girl" in the story and this is not meant to be insulting at all. It is simply a statement of fact that I have very slender shoulders and a slim waist, but a giant bottom that jiggles as I walk and enormous hi...
Karin closed her front door in his face and locked it leaving James standing on the door step, unsure of what to do next. Only then did he realise that he'd left his bag inside her flat. Being separated from a few dirty clothes wasn't a problem, but she now had his passport which made returning home even harder. He knelt down and looked through the keyhole j...
James woke the next morning to find himself hugging Karin's right thigh. He kissed and pushed his face into her soft pale skin. Embracing just one of her strong thighs was certainly less incapacitating than having his head trapped between her thighs. One at a time, her thighs were soft and warm and worth kissing again. His attention then turned to the chain...
'You can't keep me here! What do you want?' she screamed, scrambling up the first few stairs only to be met by magical resistance, flung back onto her arse a few feet from her previous position. Landing awkwardly, she felt a sharp pain fly up her side. The familiar taste of ginger coating her senses and the roof of the mouth. Alexis rolled her tongue intri...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
On my 25th birthday, I didn't want to have a big party or anything, so I decided to have a nice, quiet evening with my best friend Claire. She had just returned from a three month vacation to a place called Shadow Island, and I was excited to see her, as we had been best friends for many years. At six that evening, she came over to my apartment for dinner, a...
Chapter 2 We are the dead who are never led We are the warriors on the edge of time We hide inside your brains we lurk inside your minds - Hawkwind - After the carnage in the club, the cool city air was a welcome relief to Jeric’s super charged awareness. Before the night was alive, now it seemed as if it were solid with sensation, taking another hit of...
"This is kind of deranged," he sighed as he watched his girlfriend fasten the final restraint. His hands were both cuffed above his head, to his right and left. His ankles were in the same position. Pressed up against a wall. He had affectionately termed it their 'Wall of Chains', and blushed whenever he mentioned it jokingly. Their friends all thought it wa...