Stephanie had been watching the girl in the straitjacket for almost a half-hour, and she was beginning to grow concerned. The girl was securely, very securely, bound and gagged, and didn't seem to be having any luck in freeing herself, squirming and thrashing periodically before seemingly resigning herself to her helpless fate. Stephanie wasn't sure how the...
That morning, breakfast consisted of a hot cattle prod and a steel-toed boot to the gut. In your already-weakened state, this is enough to send you back to sleep again. You awaken to more darkness and an inexplicable inability to move. A rough, scratchy surface seems to be covering your face and head, and your arms are bound behind your back by a length of m...
It was 4:30 AM on a Twosday*, it didn't get much worse than this... The girl who thought of herself as "Triangle Fistsmass-Yellow" had been on stakeout for thirteen 'days'*. They were running it with four six hour shifts but she'd been inside this parked civil-class chimera across the highway from the Cult hideout for the better part of three local...
Nothing starts me off right like a good meeting with a regular, this one in particular sitting in his fancy office, while I'm on my knees with my head buried in his lap, earning my keep the easy way. Mr. Greene is (or was, I don't keep track) a city councilman, slightly younger and cleaner-cut than my usual regulars, with a thing for watching women who aren'...
Hangover Cures at the Spa Author's Note: This story contains scenes of bisexual male and female sex, enemata, and fisting. If these are not your cup of tea please have my thanks for the interest and I'm sure you'll find the right story elsewhere on Lit. "Wow, they look awful!" Carmen thought to herself as the four people entered the Spa as a group. The...
The B&B dungeon was what the owner called 'an adult playroom'. I had never heard this expression - reminding me of something childish - but Katie seemed to know all about it. 'You've got some really cool playthings in here. I love the throne, the whipping bench, the leather St Andrew's Cross and the stocks. But what I love most is that thing in the corner -...
In the private voyeur's room of the dungeons, Leif's face almost touched the one-way glass. He stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, and his arms crossed. Now clad in all black, he looked even more the part of a potential formidable master. It was here that Sir Glen stood judging, not the companion and the guest who had asked to try the companion again i...
While she was in the device he could fuck her any way he wanted to. He always wanted to fuck her hot, tight holes and it was also exactly what she wanted as well. She had trouble verbalizing her needs and would be hard pressed to admit it. He was in control, being the Master and as the sub, she had none. All she wanted at this late date in her life, after a...
The world around me is dark and the world is silent. Wrapped in the tight hugging embrace of my prison. My skin tingles and my brain burns with lust, desire and a hint of confusion. Where am I? The blindfold steals the light from my world with its soft leather edges. The ball gag pushes firm against my lips, tainting my mouth with the glorious taste of lat...
This train seems rather empty to me but I suppose not many these days choose to travel across country via railroad. Though these are rather nice cars they seem to be a little generic almost as someone had wanted it to appear very upscale to those whom had never seen upscale before. Just as I am thinking all of this my wife turns to me and suggests we should...