Journal Entry 11-11-2017 I don't know exactly how to explain this, but who else do I tell; I have mixed feelings about all of this so I'm going to tell you the story of my experiences, maybe writing this all down will help me sort it all out. So, Dear Journal, Since I don't write in you often, I'll have to start from the beginning and tell you everythin...
As my wife hangs from the display hook in Jackson's house, I am busy sucking my fourth or fifth cock of the night, a number that will surely double or triple by morning. Emma, my wife, is mostly clad in latex. Her arms are bound together with a latex arm sleeve and attached to the massive hook that comes down from Jackson's 15-foot ceiling. She is on displa...
The prep platform's micro grabbers had deftly stripped Jana of her clothes and an array of tiny nozzles whirred around her to spray a thin film of pink latex in geometrical patterns on her stomach, back, arms and legs. A second set of nozzles laid down fine lines of gold on top of this, overlaying circuits with terminals near her nerve centers. She stood per...
Saturday afternoon, late April. It was sunny outside, but no one could get out for a stroll. Everybody had to stay home, by order of the government, because a stupid disease had been spreading all over the world for two months and a half. "I'm so bored" complained Luca. "Me too" yawned Gina. "I just finished watching nine seasons of The Office. Twice." Lu...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashley was a fine specimen of a male, at least as far as physical traits go. His not so masculine name might have been a minor source of jokes back in high school, but his height...
Sometimes stories take on a life of their own. Such was the case with this tale. Still, the formation of it took a bit longer and it lingered in my head for quite awhile. I hope that I have corrected it thoroughly enough to be enjoyable though I fear that only one read since writing it will prove to be a mistake. Just the same, I am ready to move on. So, i...
(This is a sequel to Empowered for Sex) It was Sunday evening, Abby, Beatrice and Charlotte came home from shopping and socialising. They shared the four-bedroom house with the owner, William the wizard. It was just over a week since Lottie had been briefly transformed into a Latex Lamia by William. And then she'd had sex with him, while her two friends wer...
It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare. The recent rains...
"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
Late afternoon light broke through a crack in the curtains and streamed across her bed. Catherine awoke, felt the warmth of the sunlight, felt simply delicious. Stretching in the luxurious covers, she was completely refreshed and rejuvenated as if she had just spent a week at an expensive spa. She giggled to herself when it dawned on her that in fact, her la...