Justincbenedict Stories

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Sweet Dreams are Made of These

by justincbenedict on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

Carolyn "Lynnie" Spitz was a great probation officer. She had several degrees in sociology and psychology, unlike the others, and was now head of the department. But...something had happened. Lynnie had become masochistically obsessed with one of her clients, the 20-year-old Guadalupe , an incorrigible thug. A Mexican-American bleached-blonde social proble...

Mistress Trixie

by justincbenedict on Jul 31, 2019
BDSM

Deanna walked by Trixie, who was sitting in the rec room, playing with her phone. Trixie looked up at Deanna, and smirked. Deanna was enraged. My stepdaughter is a little bitch, she thought. Trixie was a 20 year old college dropout, and as lazy as sin. Many times in the past Trixie had been the victim of Deanna's acerbic tongue. Deanna, who had worked for...

Master Soames's Submissives: Rina

by justincbenedict on Jan 31, 2018
BDSM

Everyone in this story is over the age of 21. ***** Soames wondered some days if he should've gone into heating and air conditioning installation as his brother had. The field Soames had chosen, or that chose him, had its emotional rainy days. Rina Blumenthal smiled at Soames uncertainly. She was unattractively attired in a velour pantsuit that did not wel...

Soames's submissives: Trevor

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Soames sipped his Beefeater Martini and contemplated wine. He didn't often get to restaurants like La Patisserie Chouquette , one of the ritzier French bistros in Buttermilk Falls. Soames looked with pleasure at the big man across the table from him...Trevor was sweating. And it was ruining the collar of his tailored micro striped poplin shirt. Once, when S...

Letter from Grand Island

by justincbenedict on Sep 24, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...

Letter from Acapulco

by justincbenedict on Sep 24, 2019
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom, This should be a "Letter from Scottsdale" as we are settling in Arizona, but I did tape this little convo I had with my new husband...hope it doesn't bore! Joslyn Handelman "Oh, stop moaning, Grady." "But..I'm tied to this uncomfortable wicker chair and you're rubbing my dick with, what is it, dental floss?" "Yup.Dipped in bacon grease...

Letter from Alexandria

by justincbenedict on Sep 24, 2019
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom: This isn't exotic, from Alexandria, Egypt, but just Virginia... I taped this the other day at Starbucks, and I hope your readers get a little educated, or just for laughs. My friend Felicia is very impressed with my philosophies! Marlowe "See, one reason I have Orion in the belt is because I want him to experience what I've gone through...

Spider Knows the Score

by justincbenedict on Aug 20, 2019
Fetish

"Jesus, Spider, what a freak you are." Millisande snorted as she watched her poor husband strutting uncomfortably across the bedroom. She stepped up to the big man in the little pink frock and she twisted his right nipple, watching with pleasure as he winced. "Millie, please, it hurts." "It should hurt, a little bitch faggot like you needs a little hurtin...

Lady Orenthia

by justincbenedict on Jul 17, 2019
BDSM

Auden shook hands with his manager. "It was a great crowd tonight, Auden." Hal said. "Remember, you have to meet with Tusselbaum for the scoring tomorrow. You have composed-" "Yes, of course. Don't worry about it, Hal." Auden was thrilled to be doing the music for an actual movie. He enjoyed his work with the Buttermilk Falls Philharmonic and the CDs he'd...

Letter From St. Paul

by justincbenedict on Aug 26, 2019
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom In a salute to your "Taped Confessions" I am not going to tell you whether I'm Bree or Vanessa, I'll just let you guess. A Minnesota Farm Girl "Hey, Bree, it's Vanessa!" "Ness! How's it going? That was freakin' weird, yesterday. How much is that bitch going to take?" "I think I'm going to have to give up on Boomer, Bree. He and Tremain...