This was the second time I'd been hogtied that evening. First time was on the bed. This time I was lying on my stomach on the floor. Wrists tied closely to my ankles which were tied to a harness around my chest. I was gagged and hooded and enclosed in darkness. My mouth and arse burnt with the fire of hot chilies, pushing waves of discomfort into my stomach....
This story is full of degrading and humiliating fantasies. Unless you enjoy a seriously degrading and disgusting theme, I strongly suggest that you do not read this story. * Wednesday. Sir. The next morning, I awoke at about 9am. I had booked the week off, just to spend with the slut I now have tied over the chair. Her dream is to be treated like a toy,...
I went through a whirlwind romance with Alex, married him after three months and moved away from my home of 23 years so he could pursue his riches. We struggled together for several years before we reached a quasi state of economic stability. We were able to buy our first home and settle down. A few months later he moved in with a big corporation and starte...
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A distant place, elevated. A remote, craggy area of the Lesotho highlands. Summer is drawing to an end, and the first chill winds of early autumn are beginning to be felt. It is late evening. From the green, impossibly wild peaks, which appear as if titans have ploughed furrows into them, it seems as though an artist with otherworldly power has slashed grea...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 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. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
ONE "I'm going to destroy you," he whispered in her ear and the muscles in her pussy clenched around his fingers as they slowly worked in and out of her slippery warmth. He nipped at her ear, and she moaned into the packing filling her mouth and held in place with tight black electrical tape. His other hand slapped her tied tits, adding another shade of red...
When I was a young lad I had a friend called Rob; we were the same age within a couple of months and we attended the same college. Back in those days life was good and in the summer holidays we would hang out together; we played football a lot; we swam when it was warm enough and like many lads of our age we watched a lot of television. Back then reality te...
PROLOG: Sherry and I had lived together about a year when I arranged this little surprise for her. Everything done with her came from both a composite of some of the fantasies she talked about "wishing to try" and personal knowledge of her desires from our many sexcapades. * * * * * In Sherry's words: One night sometime past midnight, I was suddenly awok...
Sir emailled me earlier to tell me He had been asked to cover a story and he was going to be late, but He really wanted to talk to me, and i really want to talk to Him. Not talking to Him unexpectedly just, like, throws me completely off balance. i've got used to the fact that we don't talk on a Wednesday night, that's just life and i know i can expect an em...