Dan Dofogh on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Somnambulist

Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest

SOMNAMBULIST

When I first saw them, I thought sleeping in a sleepsack would be like sleeping in a coffin, only more comfortable. Turns out it isn’t. But not for the reasons I’d imagined. Maybe it would be without electric pads up my doodad and on my nipples. They send shocks at random intervals. It’s ironic complaining so loudly though – ironic because I put them there myself.

Drawing Class

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Heather looked down at the timer near her feet. It said 3 minutes and 55 seconds. Dang gum, the wide leather suspension cuffs gripped her wrists tightly and she sure was earning her $15 an hour today.

“Look for the internal contours. Draw the strain through her ribcage.”

The teacher motioned to the students drawing, then walked over to where Heather hung suspended from her wrists in the middle of the classroom. She picked up a short rod, tracing it down Heathers side where the ribs stood out starkly against her skin.

The Pole

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Her legs were cramping again. The long period of standing, of not being able to bend her legs was slowly wearing her out. She didn’t know how long it had been, but it felt like hours. Her hands went to her neck for what must be the hundredth time, running along the leather around her neck.

Hey, Hey, Hey

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Here’s another verse, same as the first… Just another story, not quite so gory… A tiny little tale that won’t leave you pale…

(Dan Dofogh, 1998)

Hey hey ho ho, Snicka-snicka-snick. Look ma! I’m upside-down!

Karen flicked her head from the left side to the right side, but some strands of hair still drifted down across her nose. It tickled. Ironic that such a minor tickle required some major effort to relieve it.

Linda & Kristi

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

The damned connection kept timing out. Why hadn’t she chosen a shorter password?

Linda pressed the ENTER key, sending her username and password off into cyber-land and establishing her connection to the Internet. After a few minutes and some very patient typing, the familiar login prompt to the mail server sprang into view. She breathed a sigh of relief.

This had to be the hardest email Linda had ever had to write. Who would have thought typing a two-paragraph e-mail would be so hard? Probably people who had never had to write e-mails using a pen stuck into the front of a ballgag, tightly pulled into their mouths. People who weren’t battling a collar and leash that j-u-s-t let them reach the keyboard. And people that probably weren’t wearing a locked-on crotch belt holding the fullness of a dildo inside their pussies.

Linda & Kristi

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

The damned connection kept timing out. Why hadn’t she chosen a shorter password?