There are three earlier chapters to this story... but it's a tale that stands on its own... enjoy, if you will. Work on Tuesday was over in a blur; it was that day, during my after work lesson when, for the first time, I actually felt as if I had some control over a surfboard after I'd stood up on it. Geoff had warned me about my client this afternoon, but...
The Sun shone overhead, blazing down upon my sweat-glazed shoulders and chest shine like a bronze coat over a Statue. I continued to look for my destination, my end goal. But just like usual, it was not in sight. Just a seemingly endless stretch of dirt and path, going on for Miles. Whether I wanted to or not, I would continue to run. This was my job after a...
Reading from the report, Detective Johnson read one part aloud, "'...she was naked, it was torture...,' you get that from the song?" "What song sir?" the younger officer asked. "Clapton, you know... Cream? From Disraeli Gears, late sixties, early seventies. You know, 'I was naked, it was torture...'." "Uh, no, not sure where you're coming from here." "Fo...
Chapter 5: First Day Training Sarah and Emily had slept for a full day in their bindings, and were awoken at night by Ms. Westgate and her trainers. The girls had spent the previous 4 days in sleep deprivation chairs, and had been forced to the point of exhaustion. Their minds had been invaded by a new mind control program, and both girls had become reprogr...
Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. * "Good Jeedai," Intendant Lah said as she stroked her crotch, causing the implanter to pulse inside her. Jaina moaned through her gag as she caught her breath from the run. Then she felt Intendant Lah's breath on her ear....
This is the last instalment and I apologise for the wait. I'd written the previous four instalments before sending the first one in but I had difficulty in finishing the last. I hope you enjoy it. * As usual we have Male Dom, female sub, bondage, some punishment, pony play and general teasing of sub with Dom taking advantage of sub (as they do). Don't for...
Randolph Anderson – Randy Andy to his friends - and his live-in girl friend, Clarice Davenport, really loved the things they did together in bed, on the floor, in the bathtub, and wherever else they could think of. However, lately they had gotten a bit jaded, and were trying to come up with something new, so they turned to Boxlicker101, their favorite author...
He awoke with a start as the sun came in the window. Usually by this time He had been hunting or conferring with Raj or the monks about the events of the day. Things had not quite returned to normal since the War of the Ruination, His girl must have left orders not to wake Him. While He appreciated her concern, there were many important things He had to tak...
Chapter 10 -- Last Call "A lot of people wonder what kind of mind it takes to end a life. They want to put a pretty bow on an ugly package so they can wrap their mind around the infinite ways they're different and somehow better, never realizing that the sad truth is that it's us and the gods who put these values to life. I'm not the only one who's watch...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...