Ch 1 - Hell No "No Marnie. I wanna know why! I know they get better tips when they wear them. Why won't you let me?" "I told you why." Marna states dryly, ignoring Shae's pleading gaze. Pressing save on her document, she puts it in an email titled 'Mirror, Mirror', and presses send. Shae spies the recipient, Joe Paulson, the advertising guru for their trav...
Not the fabric ones that you choose to wear in the street now. No. A different kind. The helmet-type ones with sealed, circular glass eye pieces and a screw-on filter. Rubber ones. The ones transformed from a protection from radioactivity to a legitimate fetishwear. I used to wear masks like that once a week or so. Not for long, for 10 minutes at a time. It...
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are age 19+. ***** Having grown bored with how things were progressing with my sissy son, I have recently ventured into a new and fun project –filming and distribu...
Laurie had a secret! Underneath her shiny pantyhose and soft panties was a cock. She was not a girl, but this was not Laurie's secret either. It was something entirely different! She liked to dress like a slut in shiny fetish clothes and boots. She wore way too much makeup and always went for the shiniest, brightest and sluttiest shade of lip gloss. Yes she...
"SPENCE (The King Of Queens)... GET YOUR PUNK ASS OVER HERE! NOW!!" My dopey nerd/slave boy cousin runs over. "Shove your fucking little dick in Gretchen's mouth and feed her your fuckin cum! NOW!" He obeys. I'm fucking my bitch, former Miss America Gretchen Carlson on my dining room table, pounding the living fuck outta her blonde milf pussy, her legs on...
I was taken into a room with a crucifix-like stand and lashed to it; both Miranda and Althea commented on how it would be a fitting end to the day, if I were lashed by the maid for good measure. I sagged at the crucifix as the latex maid cracked her bullwhip expertly; my cock did anything but sag as I watched her gracefully wicked movements in the mirrors, t...
He said he was going to bring a pet, but he didn't say what. I normally wouldn't like my friends bringing pets to my parties, but he assured me it would be no trouble. The party was quite busy when I heard his van arrive. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I saw him getting something out of the back. And it was big - perhaps a Doberman or Alsatian...
Author's note: The inspiration for this should be fairly obvious. I wanted to play with that idea, and see where it lead if we assume the exception-al (an interesting word, that, if you consider the root word) to be everyday. And I also wanted to say that no matter what your perversion, fetishists are people too. ############ The policewoman's stare bor...
It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber pa...
Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand s...