Disclaimer: This story is fiction and fantasy. It does not describe any existing situation or known person. If you're under 18, please do not read. Acknowledgment: The author wishes to thank Beautiful Midnight for her editing skills and help on this story. Introduction: This is the second installment of a story whereby a man gives into his need to submit...
Hi, welcome to my first ever story. This story is based in the UK. Be warned, there is no sex in this episode. Please enjoy, but be kind. Episode 1 Letting out a grown as the bright morning sunshine blinds me through my bedroom window. It's Saturday morning, and like most other Saturdays my morning is taken up with my dad working. Now I have finished coll...
I was quickly discovering that the management of pain was something that can only be done inside the head. The serrated jaws of the clover leaf nipple clamps latched on tenaciously to the little nodules of flesh, creating an intense, if very localised agony, out of all proportion to their size. I tried various coping strategies but ultimately what it came do...
I hadn't seen Jane in about 4 months. We had split up about 6 months ago and she had bought me out of the flat we owned. Although it was a difficult break up we had both now moved on and had new partners. When I moved out I had left my bike in her garage because I had nowhere to store it at the time. I had completely forgotten about it to be honest. So I was...
Published 2/16/2014@ I understand your concerns as this is one solution of the future As we all dawn the twenty-first century, even more extraneous & Old World crude methods remain in order to correct while incarcerate societies misbehaviors. Crime is getting more & more, higher tech and greater from year to year, As punishment methods have been the same...
I have always been a closet exhibitionist and I have enjoyed masturbating, but in the past few years I've become more and more disabled, leaving me permanently in a wheelchair. Being in the wheelchair will not allow me to venture into the woods and walk naked or to drive naked from the waist down as I used to do. The use of my hands is failing, which of cour...
Chapter 7 -- Wanting the Unwanted It was a Friday night. James had placed a gift-wrapped box on the bed and suggested it find it's way onto her body. "We're going out," he shouted from the bathroom, readying himself for a shower. Obedient and excited, she pulled the contents from the box, flinging wrapping paper about the bed and floor. Within the box was...
This instructional is not for fruits wanting to get pulverized in a blender. It's for people interested in the serious topic of personal transition from hairy to bald in the most intimate area. Also, it does not have tips on pubic shaving, as those are aplenty online, and I have nothing to add to what has been published. Finally, none of this applies to athl...
Blindfolded and bound naked to the bed in the hotel room, as I found myself, there was plenty of time to reflect on how you'd talked me into waiting in this vulnerable position—if only I could just focus long enough. The steady pulsing of the vibrator you'd positioned along the length of my vulva and strapped to my thighs before you left the room had reduced...
"Come on you sturdy 'ol Bucket 'o Bolts! Suns down. It's time you got moving." Isabella's audio receptors decoded Jack's blunt request and immediately executed several subroutines to bring her systems out of hibernation. Before she could even reach for the charging cable snaking out from the small of her back, Jack reached behind her maintenance chair and r...