The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11 min/mp3) * * * * * There, that should keep you still for the night. Your hands are tightly bound to the side of your body, legs completely bound together, and mouth stuffed with an inflatable dildo gag. I love watching you try to squirm. You ain’t going anywhere, my little helpless toy. Here,...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
Mel lived with her husband on a remote acreage. He had a shift work job which often left her alone for long 12 hour stints at a time. He also ignored her needs as a passionate woman and that's where I came in. We had been meeting together for several months, both happy that we were fulfilling a need with each other's passions. Earlier that day Mel was quite...
The content of the message: call me. There was Cy on the other end of the Skype line. Her hair was in even more disarray than last time, and a towel was hanging around her neck. "You're lucky I picked up," she said. "I've just been at the beach." "Of course. What else is an Australian to do?" "Dan-o," she said, "you owe me big time, and I don't mean...
Author's Notes: (1) This is the final chapter of "Changes". I had thought of going into the endless experiments that this femdom relationship had tried, but instead I concentrated on the ones with the most influence on the evolution of the changing relationship; (2) If the readers want to read some of those adventures, they will have to make comments and a...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
'In Paris, its good to smell like you've been fucking to make them respect you.'- Killing Zoe, 1994 I had landed back in Paris after a few years break from the city of love and lust. The French attitude to sex has fascinated me since I first encountered the Marquis de Sade, his incest and days of Sodom. Expressive, direct, lustful, wanton and uninhibited. T...
You said that we needed to come to an understanding so we talked… We talked of trust issues that I had and as you explained that unless I trusted you, really trusted you, then we couldn't really go any further. You told me that it was no fun for you to keep asking if I trusted you, you needed to know that I trusted you implicitly for you to really be able t...
I laid there shaking and sweating, filling the room with the stench of my utter desperation. "Let's do something extra special to celebrate your year of denial," he said. "It'll be fun," he said, and I went along with it. Who am I kidding? Like I had any choice in the matter. Sir always tells me my input matters and may impact his decisions for better or w...