Warning -this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this story or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories f...
Bears, Porridge, and Honey: A Pair of Goldilocks by The Preve Story One---The Sticky Cheerleader: Part One The Gundersson Brothers lived in the forest: Olaf, Sigmund and Gurd. They prospered through honey making, courtesy of Olaf. Sigmund supplemented the income, selling wood supplies to the local furniture company. Gurd's hunting saved on groceries; meat...
Lyndsay's enthusiasm for becoming my mistress seemed to grow more with each passing day. She threw herself into getting approved as a member of the Vineyard, and then began planning her first visit there with me as her lesbian sex-slave. Since I now had a bodyguard who followed me everywhere, Lyndsay told me we needed to prepare her for my field trips to th...
Reposted by request 3-20-12 Seven Tails Tail Four: Back To The Stables (Daniel, David and Wendy) One The flight back home was, for the most part, uneventful. Instead of having one captive that I was not looking forward to having in the first place, I had picked up two more ponies who were now mine by their own free will. It was different, but not a bad...
The Café Charmate was placed off a side street. Out of the way of the main street and directly opposite the Raven, the town's Goth and fetish bar, it attracted an exclusive sort of customer. There were six small cast iron tables, with two matching chairs at each. A dark haired waitress leant on the counter next to the antique cash register. Classical music w...
I always wondered why most animals cannot see colours. Why should colours be reserved only for humans? Perhaps, I thought, if smells make our life more palatable and music gives voice to the unspoken, then colours are our guardians against the prosaic. It may be that colour is our last refuge in the face of mortality. We die, yes, but not in a grey world. We...
Danny had not seen Charmaine's friend Liz in a few months. Finally, however, he heard wonderful news. Liz was coming over that weekend. He didn't think sweeter words had ever come out of Charmaine's mouth. Liz lived a couple of hours away, and they hadn't seen her since that last wonderful weekend where Danny fulfilled a major fantasy. Everything about Liz...
We'd been ordered to The Rung Sat Special Zone for an operation, the conclusion of which proved to be special indeed. I had just turned 21 and was assigned as a gunner aboard a 50-foot river assault/patrol boat in Viet Nam . . . essentially, a motor yacht with guns. After four days of assaults, ambushes, firefights, and re-supply escort runs we were grante...
WIC, short for „Weekly Image Captions“, is a project I started this year to post an image caption each week. The characters, scenes and kinks are often different from piece to piece but there are some reoccurring themes like Timestop and Mind-Control, since these are my own favorite kinks. Since March, it‘s possible to choose the character for an upcoming we...
Part 2 A sequel to Training Rose "Daddy, what do you mean a I'm a very easy Pony to please!" I demanded of Daddy as Tom walked away up our driveway towards the road and his parents house barely a mile or so away. "Well you are," he said and patted my bottom, "But Miss Farque is due any second now." Daddy exclaimed, "And here she is," he exclaimed as a silv...