"I'm here for the tour," James said with his dangerously addictive smile. Belinda looked up from the reception desk of the old gaol. He was wearing a different suit, this one wasn't covered in dust, but otherwise he looked just as good. The punishment she'd inflicted on him on his last visit didn't seem to have affected his confidence as he sat on her desk...
This one is pretty weird, even for me; if you are squicked by extreme scatology then you should probably just move along to another story. It's the result of one of those sleep-deprivation-induced writing sessions, done mostly in one shot and then edited for modest coherence. Now that this is out of my system, I think I can return to "Instant-On" in a "softe...
I surprised Roland, but in a good way as I affixed the chastity device to his penis before heading to the airport. His penis didn't cooperate as it kept trying to harden. I told Roland, "This isn't working. Wait here. I'm going to get a bucket of ice from the ice machine." The ice did the trick. In a few minutes his penis and scrotum were cold and small. Ro...
Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Em...
Authoress's notes: This story takes place approximately six months after the events of Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. In case you haven't read Imperial Prostitute SX-51472, I'll summarize it for you first: Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51472 Jaina Solo, mentally and physically exhausted from killing her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, accepts Jagged Fel's i...
We started the last day of our holiday with a fight on the beach. It was all Animal's fault, really it was. He hated the navy blue one-piece Gucci swimsuit I bought in Mykonos the day before. "Not sexy, babe. Buy a chastity belt and be done with it!" I rolled over in the sand, took off my sunglasses and glared at him. "Covering up can be very sexy. This...
Written and edited with the help of an ex-catholic friend. This story may stir some controversy but then why write if it tastes like vanilla. * Raised in Boston to love, honor and obey his family and one-day to fulfill his spiritual calling, Tom O'Brien was the youngest of six American bred Irish children. Every Irish Catholic family dreams of the day tha...
I'm a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexualit...
Carole Boyd had never quite done something like this before. Then again, standing in Terminal B of the Philadelphia Airport nude, covered by only a ankle-length trench coat, a pair of black 4-inch-fuck-me heels, and a generous strand of pearls that dangled between her ample breasts, wasn't something in the norm for most people. Certainly not the travelers a...
The Editors decided that the content of Chapters 3 and 4 did not comply with the rules of Literotica. We'll try to do better with this one! * Chapter Five The Prince was impressed by Polly's behaviour and obedience. She had convinced him that her resolution under torture would not be broken. Her resistance to torture and pain were of the highest order. Pr...