Samantha had been feeling a little unsure of herself since the tryout at Madame Calvert's. Three days had past, and she knew that a notice was imminent. Would she be the next star of the most esteemed pooping club in the country, or would he be among the many who didn't make the cut? She hadn't been posting as much on her Instagram. However, she had been lo...
I woke up before Lisa and headed to the bathroom. After two steps I remembered how last night ended, and that I had a plug in my butt. She'd said it would stretch me, and I'd be glad for the stretching when she punished me this morning. She's gotten rough with me before, but usually with scenarios. She's never told me to expect actual punishment. I love he...
So I met my mistress six weeks ago. She sensed that I was lonely and lost and invited me to come home with her to meet her prize-winning dogs. She told me to undress and then put a collar around my neck. She said that I could leave at any time but that if I stayed all my troubles would be over, but that I would have to become her "dog". Of course I hesitated...
Angela Rivers had gotten so used to sleeping alone, that feeling the bare touch of another person's hand on her skin jolted her awake. She saw Judith sleeping peacefully beside her and felt at ease. The two of them had been going steady for the last couple weeks, and this was the first time Angela had spent the night at Judith's. She felt even calmer looking...
Author's Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions. ***** My name is Emily, and I'm a gross person. There's something bizarre about my digestive system: I produce a pheromone that makes people horny, and whenever I poop or fart I release it into the air. I'm not immune to my own scent, either. I don't release my pheromones carelessly...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. This piece is about humiliation, degradation and other XXXX sexuality. I am sorry to those who wish me to write a love story and this is in no way meant to deride anyone's sexuality, gender preference. But, this is a very raw and hard piece. So, if you read it I hop...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Cheryl swayed back and forth as the wagon wheels churned through muddy ruts. She sat beside her mother in the back seat of the buggy, gazing out over the grassy fields. A fine mist mingled with the thick clouds above. The dreariness of the day and her situation made her feel heavy. Occasionally she watched the fine water droplets as the tiny pools formed thi...
I knocked on the door. "I want to watch." "Get lost." "Please?" "Quit begging. Convince me." "Okay, here goes. I'm in love with your anus. Your rectum excites me. Your colon delights me." "Well, well, the pervert is a poet. What else you got, Shakespeare?" "The naked truth is what I got. I want to watch you shit. More specifically, I want to se...
I woke from a rumbling fart and eggy stench from the pillow I had been sleeping on. I looked up and remembered where I was and what had happened. Fabonita had kicked Carol out of our bedroom and made me sniff her gas while she took a nap, and I slept with my head on her bum. Her farts must have put me to sleep as well. It was now dark outside and well into t...