Buddy's cock was in such pain. The Fun Pouch was everything the Little Shop in New Hampshire had advertised it to be! A leather pouch just big enough to cover the penis and testicles, but a bit too snug...and filled with needles! When Pepper had casually suggested it, Buddy had become quite excited, and had special ordered it from the Little Shop catalogu...
***This should stand alone on its own, but if you want to read more background, check out the first memo "An Office Memo" *** ***** MEMORANDUM To: Frank McCaffrey From: James Fields Re: Office Appraisals During Your Absence Frank, Here's hoping your trip went well and that you enjoyed the conference. I know how much of a pain it is to travel when...
Eleanor closed her eyes, trying to strain against the hurt. She heard the swish of the loop of baling wire in Adam's hard hand, and searing pain, a burning line of it crossed her soft, plump buttocks. Eleanor had to stay still. Otherwise Adam might bind her hands and feet with rope, as he thought she was a bit of a "Squirmer". But she'd been trained to lie...
Aqua Sulis Pt. 2 A story of erotica from the past to the present day Den awoke early on Monday morning as the warm Summer breeze softly drifted through the open windows and brushed his face with an urge to waken, he stretched and rolled towards his wife who was still sleeping. When her alarm sounded minutes later he had his arm out of the covers and was p...
The following story involves sadism, pain, and sex. Do not read any further if you are offended by such topics. This is a work of unpublished fiction, and is not intended to be a portrayal of a real life BDSM lifestyle. ***** Chapter One. The box load of mail slithered out onto the table top with a sound similar to that of an oncoming horde of locusts, kn...
"So I was thinking? Of putting a torture thing in the Fortune Bowl, of having my head shaved?" Rina asked. Sitting in his armchair, Soames remembered how irritating it was, talking to Rina, who liked talking in questions. Was it a Jersey thing? There were so many interesting fortunes in the Bowl. In the Game that Soames's subs played, a sub would reach in...
Kourtney, Mary Grace and Caprice crossed Buttermilk Boulevard over to Scarne Avenue, continuing their months long argument about which store is better-Betsy Johnson's or Ann Taylor? "My mom fucking goes to Ann Taylor." Mary Grace said heatedly. "Why would" "Who's that guy, that's Birdie, right?" Kourtney said, staring. "He's kind of cute, BIG." Kourtney s...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What do you do when you receive a text that says, "Break me!"? This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a "technical advisor" for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which...
Before Nicki came out of her bedroom wearing Tom's collar, she had been sitting on her bed, naked but for stockings and stilettos, thinking about what to do. A few months ago she had been a normal young women, trying to make her way in a difficult profession, doing the things she had always done, seeing the friends she had always seen. Then, a chance remark...
I felt a thrill of anticipation as I rang the doorbell. The house was nice; old, in a big garden, no neighbours nearby. I was dressed as agreed, as if I'd just been to the gym. The door opened, and there he was, wide smile, welcoming; he was in light jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that showed off his lean muscles, and looked very good. She was stunning; sho...