After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and webs...
She had simply gone round to his house to collect some plants for her neighbour - but he must have been in on it. She knew the man. He used to come into the shop where she worked. He was about forty-five, tall, well-built and with a bristly, black beard. He looked mildly scary but she never thought for one minute he'd be the sort to tie you up, shave off y...
DISCLAIMER: All and any Breath Play displayed in this story and all MY stories should NEVER be attempted without the proper education and caution and precautions and trustworthy partner. EDUCATION IS KEY! Author Note: This chapter is dedicated to a particular correspondent I've had the recent pleasure sharing feedback with. She'll know who she is! MU...
Max sat naked on the edge of the bed waiting for Nikki and her friend to come back into the room. He was nervous, as he was any time he came to see Nikki. His heart was beating much faster. His hands trembled slightly and beads of sweat formed on his skin. He wished that he could light a cigarette. But he didn't dare. He knew the rules. And he knew the conse...
Nicole threw in a kitschy hat and ran the zipper across her bag. It was hard to pack for a trip when they told you everything you needed would be given to you once you got there. "So I'm lost," her roommate Penny said, agitated, for the umpteenth time. "Where are you going, again?" Nicole's chores at last completed, she reached for her joint, smoldering o...
Author would like to thank CopyCarver for his help editing this story. * Breathe deep, pick up the pace, keep going........the beach is only another couple miles in the distance......... was the mantra running through my mind as my hands sliced cleanly through the ocean water. In the predawn light I could barely make out the Malibu pier ahead on my left a...
Her name isn't Cheyenne, it's Pat. Pat used to be a hotel manager, until she discovered Shambala. Shambala, from what I can tell, is a place that existed thousands of years ago, populated by aliens and spirits who created our Earth as a form of experiment. Not everyone on Earth has a soul, Cheyenne informs me in her soothing customer-service trained voice....
A supernatural series of stories mostly set in the Ancient Graveyard of Grazghul. Note: This episode contains bondage and female-on-female action. "If you insert your finger into the keyhole, you can feel Bloody Nathy biting it." - A superstition among Rustorian children. Episode 3: The Administrator Midnight, the Administration of Grazghul. "Aaaaah....
1. Friday My name is Matilde. Matilde Jørgensen. I'm a 28-year-old schoolteacher with an interesting and challenging job at a local school at Frederiksberg in Copenhagen, Denmark. I live in a cosy two-room apartment with a balcony close to the Assistens churchyard and I have everything one could wish for. Except for a nice boyfriend. And that seems som...
Alain looked at the leather clad slave kneeling at his feet, and then at the long ash on the tip of his cigarette. He leaned forward, and the mouth visible behind the studded black leather training hood opened obediently, and the pink tongue, already stained grey, extended for Alain to flick off the ash once again. Then the tongue with the ash delicately poi...