Chapter 3 – Donna's Story 'Damn Sid, you're right, she is a beautiful sight." Donna was looking down at Pam Martini, the bitch she knew from the office. What she saw now was a frightened young lady on all fours wearing nothing but a collar and a blindfold. She was leashed to a whipping post and quietly sobbing to herself. Donna knelt and stroked Pam Sweet...
This story takes a little while to get going, because I built a plot with the story. You will hopefully enjoy it and be rewarded for taking the time to read the story. Your opinion is always welcome. * James woke up this morning excited. If his intuition was right, he would be closing a real estate deal today. The house across the street from him, in his...
As I looked up the steps to the front door of the Hawkwood family home, I was filled with dread and anxiety. I started up the first step and I could hear my mother pull away in her car behind me. I could hear the sound of rubber on the wet asphalt fade out as it made its way down the the circle of the drop off area to the black ribbon of the long driveway th...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. In "Stripping Stephanie" part one, two colleagues get really wild in a swimming pool at the hotel where a professional conference is taking place. Stephanie only has one rule: nothing goes up her ass. Part two takes place on...
Jennifer, wife and pet Part 2 (Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this...
My hands were held behind me, very high. My wrists were handcuffed. A chain was connected to cuffs pulling at an angle and fixed at the ceiling, making me stand on the balls of my feet. Leaning on the chain, I was increasing the excruciating straining in my shoulders. I could see reflection of my body on the polished marble floor. A cold neon glare in Mistr...
A few weeks had passed since Bella submitted to Justin as his little sexpet (and also became his girlfriend), and since Justin became her master. Bella awoke in her cat bed on the floor (she had wanted to sleep there, like a kitty, because she felt cute), her leash tied to her post, as Justin gently awoke her. "Morning, kitty..." He pet her gently, as her e...
She saw him far before he realized anyone was watching. His eyes were downcast, more preoccupied with the musty old book in his hand than the group of people around him. Most girls would avoid that sort of guy. The one that goes to a party just to steal away with the delicious words of the past when they were sure no one would miss them. She was never quite...
(WRITING) INTERIOR. RACHELS FLAT. BEDROOM. EARLY MORNING. 1999. RACHEL BABYLON sits deep in thought at the dressing table with a large hardbound notepad before her. A blanket - pulled tight around her shoulders - is all that hides her nudity. She chews the lid of a pen/ trying to think of something to write in the notebook. On the floor: balls of scre...
The barmaids were melting his mind away. Gerrim lay helplessly back and squirmed like a kitten on catnip, trying in vain to hold his breath as Monarch—the big-breasted platinum blonde—hooked her leg over his, half-straddling his side, and slowly unscrewed the heart-shaped rose quartz stopper of the perfume bottle. On his left side, the strawberry-blonde Sw...