He was Johnny Test. Test by name and more often than not by occupancy. He was almost always used by his two genius sisters Susan and Marie as a human lab rat. Testing experimental inventions on him that they would never think to use on themselves. Oddly enough, he never had a problem with that. Since he always tended to need something from them, which they a...
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I was in another day in the laboratory, arranging the experimental machines. It would be an ordinary day if it were not for one of the machines that went into overload and exploded, after the explosion I opened my eyes and I was scared to see myself stretched out on the floor. How could that be? There was only one explanation, I was dead, that's when I notic...
This is a short experimental piece of writing, and it won't be for everyone. I welcome comments. * What would you do for love? It's not a simple question to answer is it? There are so many things in the world that you could possibly do. Let's take a simple example: Would you cross the street for love? Would you cross the interstate? Would you run across b...
Please read my bio as it provides helpful context. As I test the limits with my willing partner, my submissive wife, I often write as "the agency" who has "hired" her out to me. It also helps me gain confidence in expressing my desire to go further as I continue to be awestruck by how erotic these experiences are for both of us. In this email I sent to he...
I originally posted this as part of a 'five hundred words or less' competition. After re-editing, I guess it just falls into the realm of a 'flash' story. Femdom love, bondage, and a happy ending. If this isn't your cup of tea, then don't read it. A heavy evening rain patters against the bedroom window, and my mind drifts off again. I try to focus, to bri...
I handed it in by mistake... I was supposed to have handed in an essay on experimental archaeology. Instead I handed in the silly thing I typed at my desk while listening to his lectures. I'd day dream about sucking his cock as he spoke about Vikings and other old boring things. It must've been all the talk about men taking whatever they wanted that inspire...
When I was 19 I was going out with a 20 year old girl by the name of Kim. I had met her in a pub about a year earlier. She was out with an old school friend of her's and an ex girlfriend of mine, Sandra. I'd bought the girls a drink and got chatting. Still friends, but no way Sandra and I would be an item again as her new boyfriend was the best thing since...
I was nervous, scratch that I was freaking terrified. What if something went wrong? What if the surgical robot made a mistake and I was left as a vegetable. No that wouldn't happen robots don't make mistakes in their programed routines. They can't however make judgement calls. That was the point of this procedure to turn a person into the brain of a network...
We had only met about a month ago but I was missing her badly. She had been invading my thoughts on a regular basis now and I did not know why. After all, she would tell me time and time again that "she wasn't anything special"...And yet, she was there, like a stain on my brain and it was growing every day. She had finally agreed to let me do as I pleased...