This story is pure fantasy. In real life practise safe sex. This piece of fiction in no way reflects the author's true ideals or beliefs. * My fantasy is quite an odd one and stems back to my school days. It's sadomasochistic and lesbian in content, which is a mystery to me because in real-life I'm not like that at all. In fact, apart from the occasional g...
She stood, stock-still. Waiting. He had circled and was now pacing behind her, swishing his heaviest cane through the air, the sound it made both terrifying and erotic. She felt the tip of it stroke the curve of her right buttock, then the left. He slipped it between her legs, pressing upwards and against her slick cleft. She stumbled slightly, attempting to...
So, it's been some time since I last wrote. The following story kinda breaks a few of my own "rules". Firstly, I usually work hard to avoid some of the big leaps of faith that some of these stories ask the reader to make, and which often erode the believability of the story. Secondly, I do not condone such action in real life as this clearly is unacceptable....
Author's note, none of the characters are below the age of consent. *** Here I was staring into a full-length mirror, seeing myself glowing in my wedding dress. At 44 years old I never thought the day would come when I would be a blushing bride. As I stared my mind wonders back to my childhood. I was born a boy, Brian Cole. From an early age I knew I was d...
It was all a part of the carefully constructed plan to 'reduce' us. That was their term – reduce - and it worked. Not only did the whole community know we were sentenced, but when they saw the postal people deliver that blue envelope, and me signing for it, they knew I had been given the day and time for my next punishment session. Ever since they brought i...
Mistress Pauline was disillusioned with the two men in her life. She felt herself taken for granted, and it came to a head at the beginning of the Summer holidays when she had a blazing row with her husband, and her boyfriend, both of whom couldn't be bothered to put themselves out for her. She had had it with men, and she needed an outlet for her frustr...
"OK, 5.15pm, no sign of either of them leaving the building, better check things are going to plan. Hang on a minute, whoops, wrong camera. Ah that's better, floor two, deputy MD's office; turn up the sound, tighten the focus and voila, tonight's in-house entertainment..." "I'm sure you know why I've asked you to stay behind, Claire." "Yes, Ms Morrison."...
*Comments are, as always, welcome. * By the time she got back home it was getting darker and Little Lucy prepared herself for the onslaught of questions her grandmother would undoubtedly fire at her. She had never been out so late before in her entire life and she knew such a transgression would be seen as suspicious in that curtain-twitching village. Bef...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
I patted Billie on her thigh to let her know I needed to leave. She had planted herself onto my lap as soon as I sat down and had stayed put except for the two times she had to go on stage to strip. the happy hour crowd tossed sweaty, used Washingtons onto the stage for her to bend over and pick up. A courageous few slipped them into her garter with clammy,...