Chapter One - Wish I Was Wren "Wish I was a Wren," Recruit Brian Perkins mumbled under his breath. 'Fuck! I wish he hadn't said that!' thought Recruit Michael Nyland. He knew that no good would come of it. "Your wish might come true," Leading Recruit Jason Jones (Spike to his friends) sneered. Michael Nyland shivered, and not just because he was standin...
Ellie called me the very next day and thanked me for an amazing night and for some amazing modifications but was having problems walking without arousing suspicion due to the weight of the padlocks. I explained "You agreed to be my project and that you should be grateful that I kept it all easily hidden." She had managed to get the key off the padlock but...
To avoid misconceptions: This is obviously a fetish fairy tale, not a realistic depiction of a loving BDSM relationship based on SSC principles. If you're uncomfortable with stories featuring outré fetishes like permanent bondage, piercings and slavery, I'd suggest to skip this tale. * By now, her appearance matched her mental image of the perfect slave gi...
It all started in a MacDonald's of all places. I ordered food and the person serving, noticed my split tongue and asked me a couple of questions whilst I waited for the food to be brought to the counter. She got some of her friends who were working with her to take a look as she thought it was cool, her friends were not so impressed but more confused as to w...
Chapter Nine - Pink Pussycats All good things come to an end and the six-week Reduced Operations Period at HMS Chelmsford ended on 15th January 1974. The Wrens and Leading Recruits were very busy as that day approached. The Depot needed to be de-winterised and preparations made for the return of the Ship's Company, the recruits, and the Wrens from their l...
Chapter Two – Wren Division Ho! The four Leading Recruits were hungover and hungry and in the grey dawn and cold bleak light of day they weren't sure that their prank was really worth it. They entered the cabin and found the four 'Wrens' stood at attention and immediately began to break down in laughter. "Of my fucking god you guys look stupid!" Jean Burge...
Stone was true to his word. He frequently fucked her ass after her enemas. He also made use of it sometimes in the evening, that is, when he didn't use her mouth (or both). This too became part of her routine. One evening after she'd given him a blow job, he had her stand beside him as he sat in his favorite chair. "As I recall from reading the measureme...
Chapter Four - A Night at the Flicks Michele was confused; she didn't like Leading Recruit Jason Jones one bit, he was a bully but he was also handsome, strong and actually quite intelligent. She knew he had a thing for her as soon as the Leading Recruits made the grommets crossdress, and of course last night he had ejaculated in his pants when he was span...
A Turn For The Worse And so the Wrens and Leading Recruits settled into a routine. They knew that if they just spent their days jollying, drinking, having sex, and carousing that HMS Chelmsford would soon deteriorate into a shitfight, so they agreed to apply some discipline and stick to strict routines. The Royal Navy has run on routines from time immemor...
My friends T and F built a two story playhouse outside of the tiny North Carolina town of O. Nothing fancy, but it has a bar, pool table, dance floor, dj booth, private rooms, and second-story screened porch overlooking a pool and Jacuzzi. T&F throw parties there twice a month. Private parties. Invitation-only parties. Anything-goes parties. Anywhere from 50...