Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
It was shortly after my birthday when I got to see You again. It is always nice to see my Master around my birthday. Getting to kneel at Your feet and be at Your mercy seems like quite the fitting present for Your fucktoy. I was especially excited to see You that evening. A few days prior You had let me know that You had a present for me. You had provided...
All characters are over the age of 18. *** Finally walking off the plane from my first class seat on a Thursday evening. It feels good to be home. I'm back in town for my 10-year high school reunion. This time I'm going to be the one everyone's jealous of. I've got the perfect job, making more money than I know what to do with. Well... being an accountant...
He was a tall, slim moccaccino with four sugars and extra soymilk froth. For someone with those eyes, I expected something strong –something dark, black, and bitter. But for whatever reason, it seemed he liked things sweet. How ironic. I watched him carefully from my seat in the back of the coffeehouse. It was 12:17, and I should have been making my way t...
NOTE: this story is an original setting, but anything you need to know is discussed in the story text. *** 'Swshh' 'swshh' 'swshh' Petal's legs moved back and forth rhythmically, the nylon stockings rubbing against each other at every pass. They were dangling in the air above him as he laid on the padded bench and read a book. Well, pretended to read it, a...
I woke up to someone manhandling my dick. Pumping it slowly, pulling it vertical. By the time I cranked my sleep-crusted eyes open, that hand had slotted me into a very tight, very hot, very wet little hole, and the first thing I saw was McKenna slowly sinking herself down my morning wood. I stared uncomprehendingly at the little naked programmer as she b...
From the moment Elizabeth regained consciousness, she began attempting to plot her escape. She found herself in a spacious cell made of smooth translucent obsidian with only a musty cot and a lit wall-mounted torch.To further encapsulate the challenge before her was a heavy steel door barring her escape, its perimeter etched with glowing violet glyphs. But i...
I can't believe those jerks threw cattle dung at me. No good, dirty rotten, a-holes. They got that shit all over me. That's not even the worse part... Well, that's up for debate. But to top it off we're out of hot water! I had to wash the bull shit off with freezing cold water. I hope to god Steph gets back soon. I wish I could tell her what those jerks did,...
Author's Note: This story is based on, and dedicated to, one of my favourite voice artists on an online forum. If you're a regular on the sub like I am, you might have no trouble figuring out who she is. My longest story yet, it took me a long while to finish and edit. It is also a bit of a departure from the themes of my earlier work. I've made extrapolatio...
Prologue: The Last Dance I peek out, the crowd awaits. I hear them holler and laugh and chatter at one another in their drunken revelry. My thighs are wet in anticipation, for I know this is my last performance. The crackling speaker announces me, heralds me. Barely audible over the static. With this I walk on, the sound of whooping applause and lewd gaze...