Lady Sally was ready to make her appearance. She squeezed into the rubber outfit, complementing it with a pair of shiny, black stiletto shoes with narrow, pointy tips. She looked and felt fabulous. There was something empowering about the touch of tight rubber clinging to her skin. Her guests were waiting for her in the lounge, having been served tumblers...
Lady Sally spent most of the night in the gondola watching the descent of the airship through the storm, taking time out only to release the slaves from their bondage and send them back to their quarters. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, after they had left the storm behind, that she retired. Thanks to Captain Wyndham's skill and determinati...
She couldn't see what was happening to her. The blindfold across her eyes left her in complete darkness. Her breathing was heavy with anticipation of the expected scene that she knew would take place. Her body was relaxed, though it wanted to tense. She knew what to expect, as this was their routine. She had been a very bad girl. Master had warned her many t...
Nicole sat up in her bed, she stretched and smiled, happy to be here, finally she felt like she fit in somewhere. The days here in were hot, especially in summer, damn hot but she loved it. The weather brought people out of their houses and the community seemed alive. People barbecuing, out playing sport, socializing with neighbors, it gave Nicole a sense of...
The morning comes quickly and I find myself gazing at my buttocks in the mirror. They are of a plum hue after yesterday's punishment. I'm enthralled by their appearance as they bring me back to thoughts of the Strangers brutal tenderness. Excitedly, I put on my new uniform. The black satin undergarments glide on me so perfectly, and I'm relishing in the fee...
Welcome to the Fold, ladies and gentlemen. Be warned here and now that what you will see lying on these pages will not be sunny, will not be pretty, and will not be fluffy and nice. In this world, no one can afford to fool themselves anymore. Still here? Good. I appreciate the fact that SOMEONE has still got some balls. What? Who am I? Well, Since you wer...
The lighthouse had been the focus for many years. It was said to be haunted, but Allen Jefferies had never been one to give into superstition, although he had to admit he was a little creeped out that so many folks had gone missing. Taking the boat to the makeshift dock, he grabbed his belongings and headed in. The light of sunset was falling over the northw...
This isn't a fan fiction piece as much as a chronicle of a dream that I experienced. I find myself with a nondescript friend, we are chatting politely in the foyer of a mansion of imposing age and grandeur. The dark wood and heavy rugs cast seriousness on the party. Jasper Cullen is here, imitating his family and their guests, us. Some of his brothers...
This story takes place after the second movie, Aliens. And for the record, I objected strongly to the premise of the third movie; Ripley was too smart to not to take precautions. Morpheus is the Roman god of dreams. I know the category is Erotic Horror, but there's no sex herein, just a short and simple tale. Enjoy! ================================= The n...
It was dark when I woke up, and I had a piercing pain on the side of my head. I didn't help the situation by slamming my head on the head headboard. I heard a voice laughing as I got up, rubbing my aching head. "Fuck you very much for turning on the light." I said, looking into the darkness and vaguely seeing the outline of a tall man in the doorway. He fli...