The game goes wrong Barbara paraded around on stage as an item for sale. A tinge of fear and humiliation worked upon her emotions, sending a thrill of chemicals to her brain. Hormones were flooding her mind, arousing her, flushing the last of the reservations away. The auctioneer's description of the goods for sale was complete and detailed. Not just her v...
Present day: We arrived at the 'Sissy Salon' which was a covert sex club for downlow gay wealthy men and lesbians. As his agent and pimp I collected all his performance fees. I walked into the 'Sissy Salon' to make sure that everything was in place so my sissy husband could perform. Then I went to his dressing room to make sure everything I requested for me...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** (This story was one I wrote and posted on Halloween. It's a bit more gruesome than my other works as a result.) *** Intro Carl had always been different, he was a quiet somewhat effeminate looking boy, taking mainly after his mother. From an early age he had loved playi...
Teo is a young man brought up by a single mother (Leah) and her sister (Evie). He is a very intelligent (a genius level), charming and persuasive (manipulative) man. His mother sent him to study farming in hopes that he would become a farmer with his own piece of land to live on. Teo indeed studied farming and various subjects related to farming, intensively...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Sorry for the long delay in getting Part 02 published. It was rejected in its original form as it apparently fell afoul of the rule against ' "snuff" - i.e. death & extreme torture with the aim of sexual titillation.' I have now removed an entire section that seemed a possi...
Chapter 12 Thea was as good as her word. She attached me once more to the frame and anointed my wheals with her cunt-juice, so that my prick rose once more to throbbing fullness. Then she used her mouth, cunt and arse to make me pour out a seemingly endless stream of seed in homage to her new-found goddesshood. I rapidly became hollow, drained and exhausted...
Master chooses my attire daily. It is never a lot and always extremely erotic. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no pan...
I've always been turned on by exhibitionism, and especially by so-called "forced" exhibitionism. The last few years, I've noticed more and more that I love the game of taking risks in public, where I could possibly get caught being submissive, or slutty, or a sissy. I'm not interested in just exposing myself, or strutting around with a slave collar on. What...
To all those who commented on my previous submission, I want to say thank you. I have read all the comments (good and bad) and have learned a few important things that I have taken into account as I wrote this one. Too long/wordy/detailed/repetitiveNo politicsMore emotionsMore sexNo fairy tale ending I hope you like this one. Your comments will be apprecia...
Frankly, I don't know why I do it. The risk is great - to my physical body, to my job, everything. What would my boss think? My parents? Hell, what would anyone think? I'm standing in the middle of the desert, about a mile off the dirt road, which I drove down for three miles from the highway, hoping my little car was going to be okay the whole time. Then,...