Copyright 2008 All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * It had been an entire week since the "conversation," and he had heard nothing since. As he drove home that next Wednesday evening, he again replayed the conversation in his mind. Was it all just...
Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. --------- The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living or fictional is coincidental. --------- When I hit the bed I heard somethin...
Well, he'd come so far already... it would be silly to turn back now. All the way into the city, standing right outside the BDSM club, dressed to kill in a sharp black suit, yes, it would be pathetic to turn back now. So, with a deep breath, he climbed out of his SUV, locked it, and walked up to the entrance. There wasn't a bouncer, there didn't have to be....
The multimeter's LED screen flickered as the probes connected with delicate circuitry. As the device detected abnormalities, hand tools were applied, cleaning, replacing, restoring. Making the functional the exceptional. Finally, the probes were withdrawn; the tool put away, the cover plate reinserted. I admired its streamlined form, its promise of swift jus...
Names changed to protect identities. This is not a real story, but many elements of it have really happened at one time or another. * It's been a really hot day here at the Rennaissance Festival. With the 100+ pounds of armor I'm wearing, I've been sweating the entire day, and the metal exterior has me baking in the heat. But the combat demonstration must...
Story 1 I saw an ad on line recently from a local company looking for research subjects. They were looking for people to try a new type of virtual reality. It goes beyond any type already tried. It allows the person to feel what it is like to do something without actually having to be there. It is part technology, part medicine and part programming. Some o...
God, it was hot, unbearably hot. Sweat beaded up against Lydia's skin but offered no relief from the heat. She tried to cry out but the gag in her mouth held her jaws open, her poor lips and tongue dried and cracking from the relentless heat. The heat that was only made worse by the rubber suit covering her head to toe. It held her tightly, seeming to shrink...
Outside, the light pollution and smog was too thick for the stars to shine. For as long as Jules could remember, he had never seen the sun, the moon, or the stars. They still left the window open, letting the artificial light coming in and the noise from the street. They lit a few scented candles to drive off the ozone smelling, burnt flavor of the air and...
Outside Winona's bedroom, her two bushy Moon Flowers swayed in the breeze on the yellow stucco terrace, their delicate cream white trumpet flowers still in bloom from the previous night, elegant and erect. Down from the wide sun bleached street below, the lazy murmur of morning traffic was slowly rising to a low roar. The high pitch whine of delivery trucks...
Hi, the original chapters 2 & 3 got rejected as too graphic, so I redid this to include the description of the basement and to lead into chapter 4. Thanks, Rachel. * * * * * "This is my Uncle's play room," said Jared. "What the fuck do you mean play room?" I said. "Oh, didn't I tell you? My Uncle runs a bondage website, he makes films down here then sell...