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...
Preparations for Afternoon Tea Director's cut * Scene One: Backstage "Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?" I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the...
Purple Daze or "I'd Dye For You!" Bethany Coburn wasn't exactly crazy; just exceedingly eccentric for a twenty-one year old law student. The perky brunette had just put in her last night of Hell at a marketing research job she had hated intensely for 4 out of the 5 months she'd worked there. To celebrate her newfound freedom, she decided to do the only lo...
I was miserable. The bent over position with my head forced back was causing cramps in my back, shoulders, neck, and thighs. My nipples were a constant source of acute pain that was intensified by my Mistresses occasional teasing with her foot. My cock and balls consumed a great deal of my attention. The rubber band behind my balls was the origin of an excru...
Living Their Fantasies in Paris Part 9 of 10 A couple create new lives in 40 days * (Day 29) They started stirring well after their normal breakfast time. Rob crawled out of bed first and used the toilet. Cindy flagged him down as he came out and pointed to her mouth, still gaged from last night. Rob, devilishly just nodded and pointed her toward the...
It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house. Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie...
Thirty-Two. There were thirty-two women in the room. Alana knew this because she'd counted. Once, twice, three times. Trying to soothe her anxiety while they waited. Thirty-two desperate women all between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one, eager for the chance to prove themselves worthy of The Scholarship. The Scholarship. Capital letters even in her tho...
**Warning** This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading. * Thin rays of golden sunlight glimmered through the bedroom window bl...
The clinic was in Bangkok, which made a certain amount of sense. What little I'd been able to find out for sure had been positive, and certainly there were a number of world famous gender correction specialists associated with the place. They wouldn't talk to anyone, however. They insisted that if I wished to learn anything about their procedures that I vis...
It's been 11 years since I last added any 'chapters' (if you can glorify them to that) of the cheap, trashy, rushed, debased, artless, and porn-y smut stories I've liked uploading to this website in the past. Despite receiving positive feedback from people and requests for more (you deviants), I really struggle to feel satisfied with the quality of anything...