In the year 2047 a scientist had chanced upon the key to spicing genetics. It quickly became a worldwide sensation, and although a very small amount of the population took part initially by the year 2053 around 7% of the earth had taken part in some form of obvious manipulation. Non-visual changes were far higher but not everyone is forthcoming due to mild s...
Author's note: This section contains a graphic depiction of a very dangerous bondage scene. If you are at all squeamish, please skip the last chapter. There is a plot summary following the chapter. Chapter 11 -- Old Friends and New Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: What can anyone say about the trip to New York. Maybe it would be that it was to Brooklyn...
"I was now a shit eater! Upon that realization, even the foul flow of my saliva and shit pooling in my mouth tasted better; it's presence fueled my already steel-hard erection, and she returned. In silence she handcuffed my arms behind me, looped a cord about my ball sac, and clipped a steel chain to it. Tugging on the chain, my balls tightened; "Don't mo...
There were two of them, as plain looking as you could ever hope to avoid picking up on a dark night. One of them was a real dogface. The other had protruding teeth and bifocals. They were Linda's cousins, and they'd stopped off on a cross country Greyhound trip to call on Linda. But Linda was away that week, and I was stuck with them. Just my luck, I thought...
Noble Vickers fussed around nervously, wiping cabinets and dusting the living room. When Belvin came, he didn't want her to become annoyed because the place was not in good shape. The first night that Noble had brought Belvin home after meeting her at The Hornet's Nest, a D/S dive bar just outside Buttermilk County, Belvin had tossed her amber tresses and o...
"Did I take my pill?" He wonders, his thoughts slowly penetrating the chemically induced fog. "Mistress gets angry with me if I don't take it and she doesn't want to be angry with me. I know because she told me." He gives a disimpassioned smile with the association of his mistress and her reluctance to punish him. He checks the time and sees it is 33 minut...
"Remember to refill the water trough in the south pasture." "Well, thanks, Sis, I would never have thought of doing that for the thirtieth time in a row this month if you hadn't reminded me." The porch door banged shut so loudly behind Alec that the four women sitting around the porch table jumped. Vicky looked down at the table and the other three women sh...
Sitting in his bath, he ran over in his head the preparations he had made. Everything must be correct for this to work. But he was less concerned with that, and more conscious of the act that he must perform as part of the trap. And how would Evelyn react when she fully understood? Drying himself down, he simply resigned himself to the fact that what must be...
Hello. I want to tell you a story. I swear to you it's all perfectly true, which of course is a promise that means absolutely nothing coming from a fictional character like me. Yes, that's right, I'm fictional. My name is Henry. Henry Higgins. I was created by my Author, Sub Joe. Joe himself is, of course a nom de plume, so he in a way, is fictional too. No...
He was due home in less than a half-hour. She rushed around, straightening the corners of His books, dusting edges of wooden tables, making certain there was nothing out of place. She had dutifully completed her daily chores – disobedience resulted in discipline: her bottom still bore pink welts left by her last flogging, just yesterday. His was a fine leat...