My weekend of humiliation actually began on Friday morning after reading your email telling me that I had to put myself in punishment. I left the laptop and went into my bedroom to get dressed and I took from my drawer a pair of bottle green hockey pants. I have not done any sport since leaving school but sometimes I like to make myself wear gym pants like a...
I'm a huge Harry Potter fan, and while studying the real history around occult magick groups, I came across something called sex magick -— magick powered by sexual attraction. As always with my obsession with weird sounding shit, I had an idea. I thought, "Oh this would be fantastic for a fantasy erotica." ... "Are you ready for the ritual?" Mikhail said....
Chapter one The morning after the party I answered the phone, it was Emma who had tormented me so much the previous day, she asked to speak to Karen who then told me that Emma wanted her scarf back and wanted me to deliver it to her. Karen insisted that I go and change into my maids outfit, she surely didn't intend for me to walk to Emma's house dressed li...
Our True Colours, At the Nexus of Silk & Chain. Part One. I watch you sit there, tracing down your immaculate spine till it ends at the seat of your plump inviting bottom. The velvet cushioned stool perched in front of your dresser, reflecting your glowing apricot flesh atop it, you sit sternly, with a dainty rigid faultless posture. The very epitome of f...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a story in the "Silverbridge" series but can be read on its...
My weekend of humiliation actually began on Friday morning after reading your email telling me that I had to put myself in punishment. I left the laptop and went into my bedroom to get dressed and I took from my drawer a pair of bottle green hockey pants. I have not done any sport since leaving school but sometimes I like to make myself wear gym pants like a...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2005 This story is based on a 220-word story in German starting 'Mir gegenuber' and the author has adapted the basic translation to form a new story. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of those parts of this story that are his original work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are i...
********************** Copyright Oggbashan August 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********************** "Hazel, why do yo...
Marilyn again surveyed the charred scene and stepped backward, her hand still on the police, 'do not cross' tape. The sun dazzled her eyes, as she had forgotten her glasses in the car. She walked to one side of it, and fumbled with the rope. The figure in dark clothing was respectful distance away and started to move slightly faster, but made no noise what...
Laura pulled against the scarves which bound her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. They allowed no more than an inch of movement. The pillow under her hips raised her ass and displayed her nude form in a most inviting way. Her face was down against a pillow, her breathing had become short and shallow and she had to admit that she was incredibly turne...