SILVERTON, NEVADA -- PRESENT DAY: Barbara and Gina and their boyfriends Jerry and Paul walked out of the Bijou with the rest of Silverton's teenagers who'd taken part in the Halloween tradition of watching "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." All around them were people in costume, reciting lines from the movie and generally clowning and goofing in front of the...
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This is the second story in this series, I recommend that you read the first story before this one. ***** "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" My eye flew open and I quickly shot my arm out towards the side of my bed. My hand was frantically scrambling over my side table as I tried to locate my cell phone but it was not there. I sat up and looked at my side table and on t...
Perhaps Stephen was surprised that it started with him face down. Unable to move. Restrained at every limb. A hood over his head. And a room that was very, very cold. I guess I don't know if anything ever really surprised Stephen though; he was fairly calculated and thoughtful, sometimes difficult to read. I told him, though, that it was only a matter of ti...
There you are. Just where I left you. Listen, I really need to talk to you, little toy. It is about the Halloween party we will be hosting. I really want it to be a huge success, because, you know, all our kinky friends will be there. We will have to talk through the organisation though. Oh, don't worry, I did the planning already. All you have to make is...
Fiona and Diane were sitting on the sofa sharing some wine, waiting for Anna to come around after his "petite mort". An unused joint lay on the table and a large vanilla scented candle flickered and smoked beside it in the dimly lit dungeon. Diane was still fitted with the strap-on but she had cleaned it with soap and alcohol, and that was good, because it b...
Detention On my way to detention I was getting well acquainted with the nooks and crannies of the ground floor of Sandler Finishing School. Mainly due to being shoved into most of them while one of the guards pawed and grabbed at me every chance he got. My breasts and thighs already showed small bruises from his fingers. My panties were wedged between my ne...
My Dear Mistress Diana, I write to you from an old fashioned cage of thick iron bars, wide enough to sleep in if I'm partially curled or if I'm on my back and have my legs propped up on the bars, tall enough that I can stand, but with only several inches to spare. Samantha tells me it was designed to transport zoo animals early in the last century. "You're...
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...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * "Enjoying yourself?" I asked rhetorically as I entered the room. The heels of my thigh high boots echoed as I confidently strode along the varnished wooden floor. They matched...