He was tired and ready to get home to relax. His last stop, before home, was to the local department store. It was busy and he’d had to park far from the door. He was trudging his way across the parking lot when he spotted her. The hood was up on her SUV and she was not dressed for this cool spring breeze. As tired as he was he knew he must see what he could do, especially since he was parked right next to her. “Can I help you?” He inquired. She spun around, startled by his voice. He was struck by her eyes. They seemed to see right through him, pull him inside her. He got the impression she must have spoken, but he missed it. Damn, he thought. She smiled, knowingly…..“I said, I would really appreciate your help! I need a jump, um, I mean my battery needs a boost, are you near here?” ...

“Where have you been?” Stacey Burke hardly paused as she swept through the living room. “Oh,” she said offhandedly, “you know, out.” Jason Walker frowned. “Out on another of your road trips, I’d say, judging from the way you’re dressed.” Stacey glanced down at her skin tight, electric blue shorts and skimpy blue halter. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed? It covers the essentials.” “Barely. And only if you don’t move.” ...

Dedicated to Thearchiver Shannon and Faye had first met each other a few months ago while attending the same lecture series at the university. It was Shannon’s freshman year and Faye had just begun her second year, however Shannon was, in fact, a year older than Faye. At first glance, they were not much alike at all. Shannon, eldest of six children, was from a rather small town in the countryside and she’d been brought up in a traditional, somewhat conservative and religious family. Quiet and shy yet mild-mannered and friendly, Shannon had been an exemplary student, had received a scholarship and had worked hard for a year to save money before finally arriving at the university. ...

Evette sat naked before the screen, her pale skin and shock of black hair looking ghoulish in the harsh, gray light. Her small tits made her nipples look grotesquely large and she was kneading her left one, hard. j o She slid her hand between her legs. cant c Evette raised the seat, slouched back, placed her feet on the desk straddling the monitor. ok Later … leave the a hole get half his $$ ...

based on the original story by Caza Savira All I Want for Christmas II: Pas de Deux Caroline rushed through her Christmas shopping this year. She wanted to be absolutely sure to be ready for this year’s display. She’d needed almost a month to recover from last Christmas, but it was oh so very much worth it. She dealt with all the presents, even one for her Great Aunt. She could barely contain her excitement as she walked down the back street, dumped her purchases and the list on the counter of the wrapping service, and paid the bill. ...

This story follows on from Jemima in the Box & Love the Doll The carriage was crowded as always, but he had managed to become pinned in a corner with his back to the wall and so when the ringtone sounded and he fumbled the phone out of his inner pocket there was nobody else who could have seen the screen. As soon as he started to watch the video message that had been sent to him, he was glad that was hemmed in right where he was with no chance of someone catching a glimpse of the footage for even a moment. ...

I will be No. 4! When the lights were turned on I saw the three girls immediately. Recognized the faces from photographs in the newspapers. Those were the girls reported missing during the last two months. At first glance I thought them dead. But then I saw their eyes move. They looked down at me with a sad expression. Not that there were much expression, but if there were, then sadness must be the word. They were standing upright – each girl in her own separate glass display cases – stark naked - supported by some kind of shop stand. You know the kind of shop stands with a steel rod coming up from the foot plate and going into the bottom of the mannequin. – I wondered.. But soon I should learn! - These stands had supports for legs and arms as well – each rod ending in a steel cuff surrounding an ankle or wrist. Finaly there was a similar steel band around the girls neck. From my angle I couldn’t see how the contraption was built, but it was not hard to figure out anyway. It kept the girl posed. All three girls were immobile. Apparently were the eyes the only body part, they could move. ...

That crackling sound is starting to get to me now. I know she cannot help it, but it is seriously starting to get on my nerves. The source of that terrible sound is in front of me on a table. A sturdy table with a sole occupant who has very little choice in the matter. Every tiny movement she makes is accompanied by a faint crackling sound, and no matter how hard she tries she is quite unable to stay still. And I cannot really blame her. If it was me on that table I doubt I would be able to keep still either. ...

It happened again, 3 more days until Christmas and Anita doesn´t have a gift for her boyfriend. She thought about it for weeks what is the right gift for him. Every year the same dilemma. Last year she had given him a voucher, which had not pleased him very much because it was very impersonal he thought. This year it had to be overwhelming, but Anita was late once again. So she is on the way to the city with an intent “Today I find something, I don´t go back home without something!” ...

Caroline tripped lightly down the street, chasing closing times, but not really worrying. She’d almost finished her Christmas shopping, and it was *still* only November. Just one more thing left to get, for her Great Aunt, and then she was finished, and could relax, and not worry… of course, she just had to wrap everything, but the evening and a nice bottle of wine would soon get that done. A sign caught her eye, down a side street. She rolled her eyes. Why were these things always down dark side streets? It said “Wrapping Service”. ...

It felt a bit unfamiliar to wake up like this; without the sound of the alarm clock humming like an overloaded relay station, or another of those abominable morning shows blaring unfiltered nonsense right into her left ear. She hadn’t had a day off for what seemed like centuries, and right now, her decision to take four days plus the weekend off seemed like a stroke of genius. Her back began to have opinions when she rolled over on her side to snuggle down further under the duvet to avoid the bleak sunlight from the window. It was probably best to get up and get the old bag of bones moving, she thought. There was no point in toughing it out until nine thirty, when Mrs. Bradley next door let out those mutts in her back yard. What they couldn’t chew to pieces, they drove insane by barking at incessantly. Yap,yap,yap.No need to let them have the pleasure of ruining her morning now, was there? ...

Mary, naked, nestled in my lap. She was absent-mindedly squeezing my cock. I took her hand away and kissed it. “That’s very distracting.” “Sorry.” Tina, Billie, and Ali, naked also, had a daisy chain going on, sitting in a circle on the floor, grooming each other. It was that way with the midges. Always touching each other whenever they had a free moment. Often that touching led to other things, witness Leesa and Dee Dee’s absence. ...

continued from chapter 5 PART ONE – TIM’S TALE Chapter 6: And So To The Races It was two days later that there was a special delivery at the door. This contained two DVD’s and I wondered, why the delivery? I was desperate to see them, as I knew one would contain the pony race. The first opened with a view of the back of a horsebox and I could hear voices, first Monica. ...

continued from chapter 6 PART ONE – TIM’S TALE Chapter 7: The Big Race and Carol’s Meets her Driver All the ponies were now lined up. Maggie raised her arm, on it a suitably latex flag with a human pony pulling a cart emblem on it. Then to a roar from the forty or fifty people watching, she dropped it and they were off. Carol immediately leaped out in front, and the mistress quickly zapped her twice with the remote. Carol jumped and I could hear a squeak from her. She slowed down and watched as most of the other ponies overtook her. They were going a good clip, some of the other ponies were clearly experienced. They went up a slight slope, to the cheers and encouragement of the crowd and disappeared through the trees. It took them a couple of minutes before they reappeared. Natalie had the benefit of a telephoto lens so I was able to get a pretty good view of the field and I saw that Carol was still near the rear, at least 50 metres behind the front runner now. She seemed concerned and dug her head down, only for the mistress to jerk it back with the reins and give her another two jolts with the remote. She’s well back now, but moving with ease. ...

continued from Meeting Strand After my first meeting with Strand I was busy with business and family and we were unable to get together again for several days. Finally we set a date for the day before I was to go home. At the appointed time, he arrived back at my suite. “Okay, Max,” he said. “Iʼve got an idea. I think we might like to try something I call mutual self-bondage. ...

My husband, Tom, and I have over the past few months devised a bondage card game, and if you carry on and read this story you’ll see what it entails. Perhaps you’ll make up your own variations ? Let me know if you do. I was on my way home, the train was pretty crowded and I was glad of a seat. It gave me chance to get my phone out to text Tom. He had also left work and we were both heading home, albeit on different lines, and would arrive back at the flat at a similar time. It was a Wednesday and I didn’t fancy cooking, in fact I fancied suggesting we got a takeaway and played ‘cards’. I soon texted this suggestion to Tom and after pressing the send button my mind started to wonder to what my card selections would be, and the horniness started to build. I glanced around at my fellow passengers and wondered if any of them would end up the night in knots, or applying them ! ...

“Crap! Nuthin’ to do ‘round here.” He got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. “Nothing to eat in here, nuthin’ in the fridge.” he muttered as he slammed the door, causing some eggs to fly out of the egg rack inside the door. Opening the door to inspect the mess, he saw three broken yolks slowly dripping from the top rack. “Damn it, fuck, shit” he screamed as he repeatedly slammed the door again and again. Kicking the clothes on the floor as he tromped toward the living room, he continued cursing under his breath. “What the fuck?” he yelled as he plopped himself onto the couch. The T.V. remote was within reach of his hand. He grabbed it and started surfing the channels for something interesting to watch. Flipping past some cooking shows and Fishing with Bill Dance, he came across an old episode of Charlies’ Angels. “All right, Farrah Fawcett, I’d do her in a second.” ...

(story continues from Not What I Expected) continued from part one Part 2 I sat on the marble bench in the dark cemetery with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my ankles cuffed together, and both of them chained together trapping me on the bench. I watched Lisa drive away in my car with a satisfied look on her face, and I thought that this time I was really screwed. The term “self inflicted injurys” came to mind, and was probably the fairest assessment of my situation. ...

Dear Mary, As promised, here is a complete report on my first serious night with Robert. I hope you enjoy reading it, though I know you won’t enjoy half as much as I did, experiencing it. We met at Shay’s. You know, that fancy restaurant downtown, with the dim lights. Remember how we used to joke about the place, saying they should be able to pay for decent lights, with the prices they charge? Well, the lights were just as dim, and the prices just as high, as ever. ...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Over the years, I’ve read about, heard about, and experienced a rather strange phenomena. Many stories about submission include mention of increased sensitivity on the part of the submissive. In my own personal experiences with submissives, I’ve often seen the same thing. But I have yet to see, hear, or read about anyone explaining how this could happen. This story is my attempt to explain my own theory on the matter. ...