It would have been a pleasant drive in the country. It was a Sunday afternoon. The sun was bright, the breeze was warm and a little moist, and the countryside was empty. They hadn't seen a car along this back road at all, and only two total since they had left the gas station an hour ago. Steph had had to go then, could have asked to use the restroom then, a...
I met Kelly in college at one of our fraternity parties. She was a Junior and I was a Senior and the minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was a petite blond with an athletic figure, and I found out she was on both the swim and track teams. What I also learned from chatting her up for over 3 hours is that she was very competitive, which she prove...
DISCLAIMERS: The characters in this story are owned/created by Shed productions, I'm just playing with them (no harm done!). Behind Bars "Get in there now! What the hell do you think you were playing at Nikki! Do you want to jeopardize your appeal? I can't believe you can be so bloody irresponsible!" "Oh why don't you just piss off Helen and leave me the...
When my Mistress first brought out the chastity device, I was very afraid. I had begged her to fulfil my chastity fantasy months earlier, but she had never taken any action on it, save instructing me on the regularity of my masturbation - some weeks she would demand I masturbate several times a day. Other times, she would ban me from masturbating at all. I...
Readers: This is my attempt to write a story that is truly passionate as well as satisfying to those folks who, like me, enjoy a bit of wetness now and again. I welcome all comments and votes, and I do hope this story appeals to my fans - both male and female. Enjoy! The obsession started when I was just a boy. I would be in the bathroom, brushing my teeth...
To RS, the delightfully alluring muse who has kept me on task. I hope it was worth the wait. Author's Note: This story involves BDSM, pet play, watersports, cuckolding, cuckqueaning, and humiliation. The first five parts are in fetish, but the cage aspect seemed more BDSM, though often I wish there was an option for spillover stories. For those who don't wa...
Bethany had always had a little problem with managing the toilet. At 22, petite, with red hair and a slim figure, she was no closer to being potty-trained than when she had been a little girl. And it wasn't that she was stupid: no. She could have learnt to control her bladder at any time she wanted, But where would the fun in that be? Where was the fun in us...
I've previously shared something extraordinary I witnessed during a charity gala held at the museum at which I hold a very high position of authority. One of the gala attendees, who happens to be one of the most glamorous, lovely, and famous women in America, upon encountering a long queue at the ladies room, slipped out of the party and into an area of the...
Heading into work, Hector was nervous, jostling a little in his truck. It was nearly time to meet June. He had considered wearing some form of protection, padding like a diaper of sorts, to avoid any accidental embarrassment in front of her; but in the end he felt freer without it and avoided it on impulse. And besides, he reasoned, even if he was forced to...
It was 9:30 at night, and Sarah was dead tired after a long day at work. She looked forward to going home, and breaking open a bottle of Chablis and enjoying a nice, hot soak in the tub before bed. As she sat in an empty subway car, she sipped a bottle of water she bought at the kiosk. The air conditioning in the subway car was out, and it was a warm, 90 de...