The story is centered on a person that finds themselves trapped alone in a seemingly endless mall-like architectural complex. They can continue their search for an exit on the condition of putting on impractical fetish items that lock onto their wearer. As if it wasn't hard enough, a second voice is planted in the character's head. Its task is to make them s...
CHAPTER ONE An adventurous young woman who calls herself "Self-Sub Susy" is warned to stop playing naked bondage games on the park trails. She gets more than she bargained for when she taunts back, "catch me if you can." = = = = = = = = = = = My name isn't actually "Self-Sub Susy," but then again, W's real name isn't actually "The Technician." That is wha...
Hello you naughty girls and boys! I think I will re-submit the missing chapter but now it will have to wait a couple chapters in line. For now we will leave Gregory for the time being as we learn a little more about Mark, who has already had several sessions with Miss Victoria. Tonight however, Mark is in Katherine’s hands. And that’s not all he will be ge...
Knox rushed through the front door of his house, immensely excited with his new find. In his hands was a small stone box with some old carvings on it. This object was just the newest of many that already lay in the household. Knox had a fascination with old things, an obsession even. He was always bringing home various things he had found out and about and e...
Amy stood, herself again. The world around them was turning green. Trees sprouted across the horizon, vines stretching between them. Sunlight poured out across the sky, which rapidly turned blue and clear. A mountain pushed up behind them and a waterfall burst from its peak, sending cool mist across their bodies. James nodded. She absurdly realized they wer...
Angela's Christmas Crackers Copyright Oggbashan November 2019 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. "What do you want those for?" I as...
It was just after 2am and the third straight night that my wife woke me up asking if I had heard the noise. She was a much lighter sleeper than I, so before tonight, had heard them alone. At first I thought it was the wind, but it was calm outside. I listened more closely. It sounded like something was scurrying across the floor above us. Perhaps we had mice...
Julie walked into the antique shop, she had seen a drawing in the window she felt draw too, a man of about 60 moved forward as she approached the counter. "Can I help you mam"? "It's the drawing in the front window, can I have a closer look please"? "I'll get my son to serve you ,he knows more about it". The old man shuffled away to be replaced by a youn...
Although I'm sure that you may have read or heard the story of King Midas and the golden touch once or twice before, I assure you that the version that you saw in your dog-eared children's storybooks, covered with hand prints of strawberry jam, or the version that tumbled from the pursed lips of your third-grade teacher, whose polyester skirt hissed and slit...
Antonio walked the naked, oil covered Erica over to the shower. He opened up and held the door for her like she was walking into a restaurant. Erica just looked over her should at her clothes that were piled up on the floor. They seemed so closed yet so far away. Erica had never showered with or in front of anybody her entire life and this shower offered no...