“I think you could do with an early night tonight. You’re obviously overtired and cranky, so tonight can be your sleep night. Suggest that we get you ready for bed, because you do not want to be late, unless you want to miss your night out tomorrow.” Almost every argument in recent years had ended with those same words. In a fit of exasperation she huffed and threw up her hands, pointedly staring at the clock as it ticked over to 18:32. ...

Continues from part three = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Boris discovers it is the Monty brothers – Walter, Weston, William, Woody, Wulf, and Wyatt – who are after W. This is Chapter Four of a book. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. This first chapter is primarily setup, but has some very interesting parts. For later chapters, the characters and situation will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am posting it instead because many more people read my posts than buy my books. ...

Continued from part 7 “…A maid?” I thought, while trying not to crack a smile with the imagery such a concept suggested. I was reminded of an earlier suggestion Jim had offered as to borrowing Jack the maid just before our first alone date. No details had been offered during that phone call, just the seeds planted in my mind’s eye with a playful suggestion that amused me, and the possibility of a compromising photograph while properly turned out in a feminizing maid’s uniform for the task. Such a picture obviously had many purposes, but the greatest of which surely had to be continued incentive to submissively behave lest such a picture be used as blackmail by either of us. ...

Elaine was a young woman in her mid thirties, very fit, solid and athletic. She had a pointed chin and a determined face, framed by shoulder length black hair which at the moment was somewhat dishevelled. She was regarded as the sort of person who generally did what they set out to do. Most of her working life had been spent in banking finance. But this was some time back. She had spent the last few months in a woman’s penitentiary and had only escaped a few hours previously. Her crime had been white collar, the misappropriation of many millions. It had been other peoples’ money and certain highly placed people had decided that she should to be out of circulation for a very long time. Hence her need to escape and if possible leave the country. ...

Continues from chapter two Chapter 3 As Loc left the nightclub floor, I asked Mr. Goldstein if he would drive me to the place where I would be administered the Elixir, the potion which was my hope for M2F transformation. “That’s not the standard procedure,” he replied. “Loc does the transporting.” “I thought with the intimacy that we shared, that it would be nice to be together longer. I feel close to you now. Please,” I said. ...

Continues from part one Vanessa’s phone rings. It’s Sandra… “Hi, how are you?” “Great. I was wondering when you want to go out again?” “What about tonight? I feel like having some fun.” “Great. I will come round at eight so we can have a drink together before we go out.” Vanessa puts the phone down and gets the kit out so she can feed the worm. It’s performing much more like a real worm now and she hasn’t had to talk to it for some time. She is planning to dispose of the audio transmitter eventually and it’s looking like it won’t be that long. ...

Even though I’m in chastity and someone else holds my key I’m usually in control. Whether I’m at work or play I’m usually the one making the decisions. There are times however that my keyholder feels the need to grab the horns and run the show. This usually happens with little notice, is short lived but quite intense. This time was no different. The message came through on Thursday. It was short but left no doubt she was taking control. ...

It had been on my to-explore list for some time and we just got word that we only had two months left before the place was bulldozed to make way for a new development. The perks of being friends with some of the towns planners. I also got a permit to get us past security, on the guise that I would inventory anything of interest left on the site that the council could make money from by selling. However, there was one condition on the permit and that was that there had to be myself and one other person present during the visit; who that was, was my call. ...

Lana awoke from her sleep, slowly rubbed her eyes and checked the clock, 12:30pm. Since winning £1 Million on a scratch card she found herself with little to do. Since she no longer had to work she started every day the same, wake up late, lounge around, not doing anything. Everything was delivered all the cleaning was done for her by her staff. She had bought the company where she worked and since her bank balance had risen each month for doing exactly nothing. She now had enough money to spend what she wanted without worry and still be able to live her entire life. ...

It was one of those lazy summer days at school, I was in the 6th form so had plenty of free time. Spending most of this time in the common room was quite normal as I had not yet passed my driving test. Today I was working hard on an essay for my English teacher, who by this point was also a little more than a teacher (fans will know from other stories!). After what seemed like an hour, Vicki, my English teacher walked in and stood by the side of the desk I was working at. I knew it was Vicki without looking up as from my vantage point, I could see the tip of her cute suede boots, and I could smell her perfume, one that I had bought for her. ...

She sat at her desk in her office at MirageCorp Headquarters, watching the large view screen across the room. One of the secretaries, a cute blonde with a ponytail, was on the floor under her feet, bound in a black latex bondage bag and a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Directrix Phantom picked up the remote and turned up the volume. On screen, a young, dark brown-haired reporter stood with a WHU News microphone in hand as bright lights shown on her in the dark. ...

Continued from Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Lifestyle Changes The first thing I noticed waking up was a sucking sensation. My mouth was wrapped around something, and out of habit—or maybe it was programming now—I was sucking on it automatically. It was the long dildo from the night before, still sticking out of my mouth. By now only a few inches were showing between my lips. I tried not to think about how much I had deep-throated in my sleep and pulled it out with a wet popping sound. It left me feeling strangely empty. ...

“Kneel…” She glances around nervously before kneeling on a large sheet of plastic. She looks up, he is there, smiling, a shudder runs through her body, she has given herself to him, allowing him permission to do what he wishes, confident in the knowledge that, although she may never ask for what she will receive she will love every moment that will come to her. Pies… It has to start with pies and I have plenty. I feel nervous, but I mustn’t allow my sub to see the chinks in my armor. I so want to give her what she wants, what she is crying out for. I want to see that faraway look, the fear which turns to ecstasy as I approach with more substances. I smile, the time has arrived to have our fun. ...

Jane glanced around, she was nervous and had tried her best to keep out of the way of her boss. She realised that she had made a major mistake and now she would have to face the consequences. They would say that she had one job to do, actually she had hundreds of jobs to do, she had taken the job as a groom at a private yard but the job had become groom, riding instructor, nannie, cook, cleaner and PA. Months of seventy hour weeks spending time as the families dogsbody and living in what had been described as a ‘bright and airy room in the family house’ which had been in fact a damp hovel over the stables and tack room. ...

I’m inside a dumpster right now. Yes, you read that right. A garbage dumpster. It’s about three quarters of the way full with black binbags. Plus myself. It’s one of the dumpsters around my university campus. Why am I in here? Your question is valid. I’m awaiting collection from the garbage truck. Just like the rest of the trash inside here. Yes, you read that right as well. You must be thinking I’ve lost the plot. Or just plain stupid. But then again a part of you probably wants to know the reason for this. ...

I watch you hanging from the Saint Andrew’s Cross, you requested, no begged for something extreme and I think I have been able to deliver. You are wearing a wetsuit, three mil of black neoprene encases your body. I know from experience that a suit like this will stretch to some degree as part of this session. You look into my eyes, you are drooling around the bright red ball gag which sits between your teeth, your wrists above you strapped with soft leather straps and your ankles below you leaving you in an attractive ‘X’. ...

A traffic accident occurred late on a rainy Autumn afternoon on a quiet medium density residential street in the western suburbs. A driver lost control when his car skidded on a rain wet surface and crashed into a parked green Ford sedan. He was not hurt, merely shaken, but both cars were rendered non-drivable, the parked vehicle being particularly badly damaged. Two police officers driving by stopped to investigate. They made ready to give the driver a spot test for alcohol consumption. He protested, saying he had been a teetotaller all his life but they went ahead anyway. A few pedestrians stopped to watch. ...

Continued from part four Part Five Finally a foursome!! The Guys get tied up!! Four days after the girls had been tied, punished and fucked, the foursome met again in the woods. It was the guys turn to be tied, punished and fucked. Mr. Ed had done this before so he knew what to expect. That did not make him any less nervous. Tom had never been tied, punished and fucked before so he was quite nervous. Tom was in shorts and button up shirt and Mr. Ed was again wearing a kilt and button up shirt. They had all signed the consent forms 4 days ago so the paperwork was all done. After the customary drinks around, they stood around making small talk until Destiny asked to look thru the bag Mr. Ed had brought so the two girls could decide on what tools to use and when. There were two crops two whips, a leather strap, a couple of ball gags, two blindfolds, condoms, clothespins, two different nipple clamps, nipple suckers, extra rope and two sets of ankle & wrist cuffs. Most of these had been used a few days ago on the ladies when the men had them tied up, punished and fucked. There two sets of lead fishing weights with hooks on them use on the nipple clamps. This would make the clamps tug on the nipple more and make them feel even more of a nuisance pain for the wearer especially when they are swinging. Destiny took charge when she noticed Mr. Ed was not jumping up to start the event. ...

Continues from part one_ ### Part Two Two weeks later and we returned to Jeff’s place, he was packing up the house, his wife was divorcing him, and he needed to sell the property to split the funds between them, Blake being the type of guy he was, readily volunteered to help, and when he told me that he would be helping Jeff over the weekend I also decided to help as well. I dressed in some casual shorts and a baggy top, I had expected to be moving stuff around and maybe be doing some cleaning, so I dressed myself appropriately. As we drove over, to me it sometimes felt strange to be actually sitting in the passenger seat, and I did look longingly at the car trunk as we walked past, recalling the many times I had been left inside there. ...

Part One Blake returned home to find the house empty, his wife Dana seemed to either be still at work or out shopping, he had the home to himself, or so he thought. Walking upstairs to their bedroom to get out of his work clothes, after a quick call of nature to relieve himself, he entered their bedroom, kicking off his shoes, and then walking around the bed in his bare feet he stubbed his foot on a suitcase laying there. Cursing his wife for leaving it out for him to find with his foot, he was just about to move it when he heard a noise from inside. Opening the lid, he was surprised to find his wife Dana curled up inside, and she was dressed in one of her yoga outfits, the lycra one-piece stretching and covering her beautiful body. ...