Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Preface This story is loosely based around the life of my wife and I, along with a married couple that we are friends with. The characters are based on real people, but the events of the story are only fantasy. We're all around 30, give or take a few years. In the past, my wife and I have explored swinging, power exchange, and a long list of kinks. At the t...
The months and weeks passed quickly and Katrina and my wedding were only a few days away. Everything had been planned and organised weeks ago and I was told there were only a few last things to do and nothing that concerned me. Natasha, Jessica and their slaves had arrived early this morning and already had plans to go out and about to experience the city....
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
The weekend in Paris had been fantastic, three whole days with Amy plus three consecutive nights of release. Returning to work had been hard, not least because he had now spent five continuous days inside the locked chastity cage. Nights were particularly hard as his cock had started to expect freedom. In the early hours it would throb and the pressure insid...
I had just turned 20 years old and was in a dead end job. I was drifting in no particular direction. I had no girlfriend and never had even been on a date with a girl. There wasn't much happening for me and I knew it. I was thumbing through a magazine featuring pictures of naked females and stories of bizarre sexual encounters when a small classified ad cau...
He lay in his bath, relaxing in the warm water and looking down at the steel tube locked onto his penis. He gave it a gentle tug as he'd done many times before. It's not coming off, he told himself. It had been ages since he'd had a bath without his 'security', as his wife liked to call it. He barely remembered looking down at his member without its steel e...
Author's note: This story is the second chapter of "A sissy is born" series. Please note that it is a very slow build up and if you are looking for some hardcore sex right away, it is not for you. Please leave your comments to help me improve. It was a fairly uncomfortable couple of hours of the train ride with the constant staring of Mr. King. His gaze som...
The following short stories were written as submissions to a contest run by the company that sold my wife our first cock cage. I was excited to write of our experience, until I saw the contest rules that would allow them to use our likenesses in any of the advertising or promotional materials. While we really enjoy their product, I didn't like the contest ru...
There was a king who had twelve beautiful daughters. They lived in a tower in the castle, in a room occupied entirely by one gigantic beautiful bed, which the king had commissioned a great sorceress to construct. When they went to bed, the doors were shut and locked up, and they were all placed securely in their chastity belts, but still, each time the king...