"Why in the hell is there a traffic jam at this time of night?" I muttered to myself as I drove in for my appropriately named graveyard shift as a security guard. "Christ, what a dead-end job." As I pulled into work and saw the police motorcycles at the intersections, I realized why the traffic was slow. Another of the grand "Keep Portland Weird" tradition...
Preface: My Dom friend who I choose to obey has always had a "thing" for Janet Jackson (he's about the same age as she is). We listened to her song "Discipline" together where she sings of her sexual submissiveness (he has always guessed she was a submissive, it appears he was right) and he instructed me to write a fantasy that includes the three of us. It...
Friday finally came. Tami called me around noon to tell me she was going home early, she was unable to concentrate on work, her mind was only on what was going to happen that night, and she wanted to be well rested. I, too, was having difficulty concentrating; the thought of my once chaste wife spreading her legs for a group of horny college boys kept me ha...
Sarah felt wonderful waking up. She did not know why, but she felt like a huge weigh had been lifted off her soul. She stretched in her bed and sat, not daring to stand up yet. She decided to browse a bit on Internet, and grabbed her phone by the side of the bed. She smiled, seeing that she had received messages from both Alison and Melody on their group co...
"Look can we just call the whole thing off? We were both drunk last night and things got a little out of hand. Maybe we could settle the wager another way?" Makayla argued, obviously displeased with the whole concept. The tall ebony woman seemed a little flustered, she who was normally so in control of everything. She was truly a beautiful woman, with thick...
My wife and I traveled to Daraniyagala a rural town about 70km away from Colombo to visit some of her relatives. We woke up bright and early on a Saturday morning and took a bus to Awissawella and another to Daraniyagala. It took us about 2 hours to get there. After getting off the bus we had to walk about 2 km to her aunt's house. The trek took us through...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
To say Jackie was excited about her new purchase would be an understatement. Michael came highly recommended from her friend April and Jackie was ready to actually own a human. Once inside Michael took the bags and materials to the basement. "Go ahead and set up the cage down there boy then come up and see me." Jackie instructed him. Michael took the 12 s...
Chapter 23: Through the gates Mariah remembers In the end, it was easier than Mariah had ever dreamed it could be. The idea came to her as she examined her wrist shackle for weakness. Twisting it too hard, it chafed her skin. She continued to twist it, ignoring the pain. That evening, as Master Cassender lay on top of her, she raised her hands over he...
I just turned 45 years old and had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. The pay was a share of the line-haul so it helped that I owned the trailer too so I got a bigger percentage. I had taken t...