I hate it when he gets new ideas. I truly do. That means new pain in new places, new words, new acts of violence. I like routine. I'm used to the same thing, being punished the same way. Knowing the rules and having a specific consequence for each. That's the way I was trained. But when he gets new ideas...that means adjustment, adaptation. Surprises. I hat...
She was frustrated again, I could tell. Just little things, the way she would sigh softly, trying to hide it, twirling her fingers in her hair, staring blankly at the screen, as through the paper was going to write itself. Her shoulders were a bit tense as well, and her right leg was kicking out a quick, irritated rhythm. Oh but she was beautiful like that,...
I might be inaccurate in some of the details, but the story that I tell is one that comes to my dreams on many many nights, a memory of a wild time and of sacrifice. His name was John. Such a basic name. I thought that he was giving me a false name when we were talking online. That's all it was at first. Then, we had the bright idea to meet. We were just s...
Last Saturday...when Alisha and Mark were making love, he had whispered to her "tell me your deepest fantasy baby". She had tried laughing it off. He had continued to repeat the request over and over again. He was relentless and kept driving her wild with his cock and hands and asking her to tell him. He even claimed he already knew what it was but wanted...
Pale blue eyes coolly surveyed the crowds of people that crossed the Pavilion in a spat of free time before the next Shift. Black-gloved fingers twitched inside her pocket as the Conduit watched the milling throng, placing dark grey digits against the edge of her holo-goggles. "Conduit K to Base." Her voice was unemotional as she watched a rowdy group of me...
After that night at the bar, life calmed down a little between Alan and myself, though we often talked about it. Alan's control over our sex life was getting stronger and stronger and my wardrobe was getting more and more revealing. Not always slutty but always sexy. I soon learned that when he talked about my pussy it was a night just for the two of us, but...
It was Saturday morning and I was hung over. I drank a lot after Ray left last night, thinking about Carol and him doing what ever the hell they did behind that locked bedroom door. She had refused to tell me. It was "private" she said. Private hell! I'm her husband. Okay, so I like to watch her get laid, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to know what that...
8. Amelia Jane encounters a surprising beast A rag was stuffed into my mouth, gagging me once more, and then something placed over it and tied behind my head securing it in place. It tasted unpleasant, as if it had been used for cleaning floors or such. I could scarcely whimper, my mouth wadded as it was. Then something was pulled over my head, and I saw no...
Even if I had said yes to her, I was not that sure if to get back with Angela for further fetish experience would work out, my mind played with me, wanting and not. She had sent me two messages and replied to the second one telling her, see you at your place this evening. Submissive nature gets the better side of me, accepting the invitation. Shower and com...
While many of the animals of the world now live within cities and homes of wood and stone, there is still a large selection of them who spend at least a part of, if not all of their lives out in the wilds they used to roam, living mostly normal lives, though sided by their new forms and enhanced intelligence. They stick to the basic script of what they used...