Pinky checked everything was laid out on the dining table in the correct order, getting dressed was going to be hard enough without struggling to find any parts of the outfit. Her boyfriend Jerry, correction, her Master (she would really have to get used to thinking of him as such) was relaxing in an armchair with a little smile on face. The reason he was s...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
Fiona and Diane were sitting on the sofa sharing some wine, waiting for Anna to come around after his "petite mort". An unused joint lay on the table and a large vanilla scented candle flickered and smoked beside it in the dimly lit dungeon. Diane was still fitted with the strap-on but she had cleaned it with soap and alcohol, and that was good, because it b...
"I've got special plans for this weekend," Biri purred. It didn't take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend's outfit made some very clear statements in that regard. "Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?" "As long as I don't laugh," she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber d...
3:00 pm 12/16/15 - Present day My name is Christine, and I'm a 30-year-old high school teacher with a very interesting tale to tell. I'm a sex slave to a computer. But to fully understand what brought me to this moment, I need to start from the beginning. I grew up an only child in a farmhouse. It's not that my parents were farmers they just wanted the so...
I was miserable. The bent over position with my head forced back was causing cramps in my back, shoulders, neck, and thighs. My nipples were a constant source of acute pain that was intensified by my Mistresses occasional teasing with her foot. My cock and balls consumed a great deal of my attention. The rubber band behind my balls was the origin of an excru...
*********************** ************************** Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 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. ***********...
The music was rhythmic, a monotonous synthetic beat, too precise actually, too perfect, and eventually the beat struck Donna like a pillow to the head. It didn't hurt; it simply enslaved him and his head began to almost imperceptibly bob up and down, invisible to those who did not know him. But he was incapable of dance. That required an effort, or an order....
I feel this story needs a quick intro. This was inspired by one of the first pieces of erotic fiction I ever read, The Factory by Tr_Veller. It's a similar story, but it's with a genetic girl and not as much sex, still it was an amazing piece. I tried reaching out for permission to basically borrow the idea and take a trans spin on it, but haven't heard back...
This story is for a compilation of many different bdsm adventures. It was formerly known as latex adventures, but as chapters developed they dealt more and more with different aspects of bdsm, and less consistently with latex. Latex still exists as a strong element in many of the chapters, namely because I like to write about characters wearing it. I created...