(This is a continuation of a story, called 'The Tormenter'.) * I still remember it was just a few months ago. I had completed the testing for my testicle-spanking device which I like to call "The Tormenter". I found I liked to use it as its official name, instead of as a nickname. I like how it sounded. Raw, awe-inspiring, fear-inducing. Ahh. The Tormente...
I recently went on a business trip to Dublin where I stayed for one night in a hotel. I knew about this trip three weeks in advance and was excited about it, not least because it would mean a perfect opportunity to indulge myself in some unrestricted wanking, without any danger of being disturbed by kids or wife. I decided to starve myself of all sexual acti...
You may ask who I am, but I am afraid to tell you. For admitting it, saying it out loud, will change everything. My life is a lie. My world is an illusion. I am not like you. I am different. On the surface I seem like everyone else, but inside there is darkness, something I have tried to shut out. Only now I cannot go on living this lie. I cannot contain the...
The loud music and jostling sweaty crowd did not affect the man at the bar. He sat quietly sipping his dark beer. Although I could see that patrons would occasionally brush by him in their effort to reach for whatever alcoholic concoction they'd order, he seemed to have an invisible bubble surrounding him. He was in this club, existing physically in my reali...
Prologue "My life was never about control, but about being happy. I never thought that by giving up control to someone else, I could be happier than I ever imagined." Chapter one Having met him a few times I have started to feel that my control is his. We have discussed how our relationship is going to work. We are out in a bar talking, holding hands an...
It was happening again. I was in over my head. Literally this time- he has taken a liking to watching me struggle, and so has rigged a contraption I have never seen the likes of before. I am upside down; completely vulnerable to whichever direction his desires take him today. My arms are tied, and my eyes are blindfolded. My legs are spread of course, somet...
3:00 pm 12/16/15 - Present day My name is Christine, and I'm a 30-year-old high school teacher with a very interesting tale to tell. I'm a sex slave to a computer. But to fully understand what brought me to this moment, I need to start from the beginning. I grew up an only child in a farmhouse. It's not that my parents were farmers they just wanted the so...
Note to readers: This is a sequel to "Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure," and some parts are based on actual events, other parts are embellishments -- I'll leave it to you to guess which is which. ;-) Enjoy! * "Got any plans for lunch?" my husband Jack asked softly, drawing my concentration away from the client proposal I was working on. His hands sensuously...
You're kneeling on the bed, waiting for me, when I enter the room. I'm barefoot, of course, and moving quietly, so with the blindfold on you don't know that I'm here yet, and I can take my time to examine you. I think I've seen you before. We haven't met, but you look familiar. Someone I've seen at parties, I think, maybe a friend of a friend. You of cours...
Marsha was happily married. Earl was a good husband and an excellent father. Financially, they were more than comfortable in their lives together. They weren't the one percent, but they were in the top ten. And yet, Marsha was not content. There was something missing. And it was missing in their sex life. Earl was.... too fast. He wasn't a two-minute wonder...