Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 7; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. But it can be real. This is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This story has scenes in it that wi...
She strode into the room, attired in Her work gear. Black leather boots came to just below Her knees, the high-heels clicking on the floor as She walks. The black-leather corset nips in Her waist, giving Her an exagerated body shape. Her breasts are contained in, and pushed up by, the bust of the corset. By the protruding cock, She carries Her strap-on in on...
Arriving in Chicago, I waddled up to the front desk of Jack's hotel where he'd left a key for me. The desk clerk gave me a long up and down look, clearly admiring my swollen belly and burgeoning breasts. Even though the belly was fake, my breasts were real, and I felt very sexy under his gaze. Carrying only a small overnight bag, I waddled to the elevator, s...
My Love, I wish that I could explain to you how I feel. I know that it is only day two, but I know that it feels right. I just don't know how I could put it any better. I want this forever. I bought it thinking that it might be a little pretty and to spice up our fun, but with internet shopping and all I never actually tried it on. Now, I want fifty of them...
The cars began to arrive, one by one, in the horseshoe shaped driveway. Exiting from BMW, Mercedes, and Lexus sedans in the crisp January air, the middle-age couples walked to the house. Chris recognized them all. Most had known him since he was a little boy. His parents had been socializing with the same crowd for years. He rarely paid much attention to the...
Chapter 14: Property Sue woke comfortably on a twin bed, tucked in under warm blankets like a child--at least it seemed that tender at first. Slowly awareness started to creep back in her mind. She remembered being in the stocks last. Oh, yes, her ass was sore, but that was just the first hint of the sensations her body was starting to report. Drawing her a...
The four of them had been inseparable, ever since grade school. Rob, Tom, Chris, and Bret had been so close growing up as kids in the suburbs of a large Midwest City, that everyone had dubbed them the Four Musketeers. Even in high school and throughout the years at the nearby college, the four stayed together. And even when Rob, Tom and Chris got married, th...
Again, many apologies for those who have waited so long for the next chapter in Kristy's journey! I will try to post more quickly for the next chapters. As always, please feel free to leave comments but please remember that this is fiction and a certain amount of suspension of disbelief is required to keep the story entertaining. Apart from that, I hope you...
Sydian~For the Sensual For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventur...
This is a sequel to Cured by Spanking. ***** If you remember, my name is Jerry, and I was cured of a porn addiction by a visit to a dominatrix two weeks ago. However, I have a new problem. I am smitten with her and curious to learn more about that lifestyle. I haven't visited her since, but I called on a Tuesday and made an appointment for lunchtime on...