A Halloween Special 2010 Tale It was the end of August and summer was ending, but that was when the real fun had started for Kris, who owned an old factory in the bad part of town. The city offered her a deal of no property taxes until she could find new people to rent or buy the factory she had inherited. The tax board figured correctly that she couldn’t afford the taxes, and if they forced her to demo the building, it would turn into a Superfund site and use up millions in tax money. If that happened, those jobs had a less than zero chance of returning to the community. The local thugs left the place alone, possibly because there was a rumor that the place was haunted, a rumor that Kris perpetuated. As a result the place looked much the same as when her relatives made whatever mechanical things the factory was known for. ...

Part One For the sixth time that day, Anubis sighed. The ancient deity of Egypt sighed much these days. Existence without purpose was a fairly dull existence. Yes, he still had his powers. He had his huge palace on the banks of the spiritual Nile, and huge numbers of his followers who had decided to stay at the Egyptian afterlife. But for all his riches and wonders, Anubis had one thing that the old deities lacked now. ...

continued from part 1 Part 2 The field trip was giving Mrs. Clarie Hannover a very hard time. A previous cleaning lady, the schoolteacher was now trying to keep her class organized and orderly, a task that proved almost impossible. “Now class, if you follow Mr. Weaving, he’ll show us the Egyptian exhibit! Won’t that be fun? Bobby! Put that sword down!” The tour guide led the children into the Egyptian room, full of ancient treasures and artifacts. ...

Hello! I am Janine. Since everyone likes to have an idea of how people look in these stories, I will get that out of the way…. I am 25, I weigh around 140 pounds and I am 5’-6”, I have 38D breasts, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Not a super model, but not ugly either. I work as a medical transcriber from home entering peoples medical records and charts for several area Doctors. I live with Mike, my boyfriend now for 5 years. He is also in the medical field as an orthopedic technician. This helps out with many of our supply needs in our bondage fetishes. We enjoy most all types of bondage but neither gets into torture or pain at all. We like being tied, immobilized and teased. In 5 years we have got to know each others likes and dislikes and have complete trust in each other. Mike tends to be a bit more introverted, liking short term sessions. I tend to be the type to push the bounds “pun intended”. Going for longer sessions and more uncomfortable scenes. ...

It was a bright autumn day and my house mates were out, as I was alone, I had decided to try out a new bondage position that I had seen in a magazine. I went to my toy drawer in the bottom of my chest of drawers, to get some equipment, as I rummaged I could not see my hinge cuffs, spreader bar or ballgag that I had used on my previous outdoors session, I thought I had put them back in from my sports bag afterwards, but must have forgotten. Still rope and two pairs of handcuffs were what I was looking for and soon found, together with my spare keys. Rather than fetch my sports bag I decided not to bother with a gag. I put on an old pair of yellow speedo trunks that were now really too tight to wear in public, but added to the restriction of my bondage games. ...

continued from part 1 What a Day: Part 2 The time I had spent so far in this cell was not as hard as the time I spent within my mind’s eye wondering about what was going to happen next. I cannot explain the difficulty in silence when one has so much to say and cannot speak. To share that the level of restraint I was experiencing was not beyond anything I could have actually asked for and the circumstances that brought together this situation is the most disturbing part of this. The time that Shannon had waited for an opportunity to get even with her sister Janice was astonishing. I was clearly the pawn in a larger issue. ...

I checked that nobody was inside or coming in and locked the door of the diner. I felt a slight jolt of expectation and arousal in my stomach, just as I had every night for the past couple of weeks. This might be the night. I drew a deep breath and reminded myself that it was actually quite unlikely since we hadn’t managed to play her into our bag, even though we had tried every night. The excitement settled down and I was pleased that I managed to control it. I wasn’t every night and it was frustrating to harbour a strong arousal without being able to do anything about it. ...

I turned the car into the already rickety garage. The storm was clearly brewing. I had seen Didi in front of the bedroom window as I drove across the front of our house. Great, all set, all ready, everyone and everything in pace… let the storm strike! I thought. We had this nice little cottage in the hills, with a lovely view on Mother Nature, but also fully exposed to Mother Nature when she had her temper. We loved such moments. We loved being “trapped” in our love nest, with no chance of going anywhere, but with each other. The house was fully prepared for a few days on its own, whether it was heating, food, water supply, etc. ...

Chapter 1 - A Chance Meeting It had been a long week, finished off with a six hour sales meeting. I longed to get home, remove this retched suit and take a long, relaxing bath. I smiled to myself, that is something I’ve really been looking forward to. I glanced in the rear mirror, nothing in sight, just total darkness. I stared forward, ignoring the hypnotic effect of the windscreen wipers and gave a loud yawn. My peaceful thoughts were suddenly shattered by a clanking noise coming from the front of the car. I came to a jerking hold by the side of the road. Great, this is all I need, looks like that bath might have to wait. I turned the key in the ignition in a vain attempt to restart the car. The engine turned but wouldn’t start. I slamed my hands on the steering wheel in frustration. OK, how will I get home? Looks like I’ll have to call for a mechanic. I reached into the back of the car for the mobile. Where is it? Shit, its in my trenchcoat, back at the office. Not only would I have to walk for help but get drenched in the process. I opened the door and stepped out into the torrent. The rain smashed against my skin, soon causing a cold, numb sensation as I fumbled to lock the door in the dark. I turned up the collar on my jacket to prevent rain trickling down my back and then stared left and right, looking for a sign of civilisation. Nothing. I know that the last town was eight miles behind me and walking that distance in this weather did not appeal so I set off following the road forward, hoping help would soon turn up. ...

I can’t help but squirm as my lover buckles me into the straight jacket and chains my feet to it so I am in a sort of hogtie position on the floor at my lovers feet. My lover then attaches a leash to my collar and locks me to the couch while they watch TV. I squirm but find that I am helpless and try to settle in for what could be a long wait. Several times I glance up and see my lover staring at me and smiling that evil smile of theirs as they tell me to worship their feet. I squirm over the best as I can and start licking and kissing and sucking on their feet. I suck the toes one by one and lick in between them and even lick the bottom of the feet. My lover humiliates me verbally while I lick, telling me how nice it is that I am finally helpless as I should be and that I may remain like this for a long time. After about a half hour of licking I am allowed to stop and told to remain quiet while they watch a show on TV. I feel a blindfold covering my eyes and soon I cannot see. I listen to the TV and hear my lover shift positions and even get up now and then and walk into the other room. ...

She had never been to my office before, so she had no idea what it would look like. I’d already given her a tour of the rest of the building, but I’d saved my office—the best—for last. By the time we had completed our tour, the rest of the staff had already made their ways home for the weekend. My office is . . . well, let’s just say that rank hath its privileges. I have the biggest office in the building, though it’s rather unfinished for an executive office. You can still see some of the pipes above the line where the drop-ceiling will be, and crossing bare metal girders support the roof above. It’s a beautiful office for all that, however, with oak bookshelves and desk, soft couches, and gentle lighting. She was surprisingly excited. “I almost had an office once. All I managed was a little cubicle.” “Well, you can share mine,” I replied. “I’ve got girders to hang your arms from and everything.” As her eyes got wide, I slid my arms around her. Kissing her firmly, I backed her up until she was pressed against the wall; I held her there by pressing my body against hers. I raised her arms over her head, and then slowly removed her sweater. She squirmed. “Oh my!” I pressed against her with more of my weight, and she stopped squirming. I removed a length of twine from the pocket of my pants and tied her arms together–tightly, but not enough to cut off her circulation. “Hmm . . . something’s missing.” I walked around the office, leading her by her bound hands. I could hear her breathing getting shorter, her steps getting jerkier; and I could tell the feel of the twine around her wrists and the pull against them was turning her on. I knew very well what I needed, but I wanted her to get used to her ropes. Her breasts rose and fell quickly in her bra. “Oh, there it is,” I said, reaching into an open drawer and pulling out another length of rope. I looked into her eyes as I attached the end to the twine around her wrists, and then I looked up to the metal girders. “Are you okay?” I looked into her eyes again. She swallowed hard, and then she nodded. “Spread your legs for me, would you?” She nodded again, and spread her legs just a little wider than shoulder-length apart. I smiled at her. And then I tossed the ropes over the girder. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked her as I tugged slightly on the end of the rope. Her arms rose just slightly, and her eyes got very wide. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes, blushed, and said, “Yes, sir.” My cock swelled in my slacks, and my smile grew feral as I pulled on the rope, pulling her arms above her head, stretching her body taut. I tied the loose end of the rope to the back of her bound wrists. “Stand still,” I said, walking behind her. I reached around her from behind and unbuttoned her jeans. Without prompting she pulled her legs back together, and with just a little aid from me the jeans slid over her hips and down to her ankles. Then I smacked her ass hard. As she gasped I took a firm grip on her hair and pulled her head back. “Who told you to move?” I released her hair slowly. “Now . . . spread your legs again.” I helped to steady her as she moved one leg and then the other back to their widened position. I could no longer help myself. I slid my hands all over her body: her legs, ass, back, through her hair, around to the front where I lifted her breasts, teased her nipples, and caressed her neck. I leaned in close to her, and I breathed into her ear, “What are your thoughts on leather belts?” I slowly unbuckled my belt as she moaned. I pulled it free from the loops around my waist, doubled it over, and slapped it against my hand. It made a satisfying snap! as it smacked my hand. I set it aside briefly as I unclasped her bra and removed it, and then ripped off her panties, watching the silk float gently to the ground as I retrieved the belt. I moved to her side, reached between her legs, and grasped one end of the belt in each hand. I slowly slid it through her nether lips, soaking it with her juices. I slowly pulled the belt free. Smiling, I rubbed the belt against her cheek and mouth, coating them with her juices. My grin grew vicious as she licked her lips. As her tongue returned to her mouth I quickly doubled the belt over and smacked her ass hard with it. Her gasp came out as a squeak, I smacked her ass again, and the belt snaked around and just barely caught her side. She gasped again. A third time I swung the belt; this time the leather caught the back of her upper thigh and snaked around to the inside of her thigh. She moaned uncontrollably, and her juices began to run down the inside of her legs. I moved behind her, and this time I took an uppercut swing, just barely catching her pussy lips. It was a more gentle swing, yet it drew a scream from her lips. I paused. I moved back in front of her, looking in her eyes. They were glazed over, dazed, half-closed in a mix of pain and pleasure. I took her face in my hands, licking at the juices I had left on her cheek, then kissing her lips and caressing her face until I could feel her come back to life again, though she was still panting. “Ohhhh . . . I want you, I want you,” came her breathless plea. “Does that mean I should keep swinging?” I asked. “Or should I finger the welt I left on the inside of your thigh, and then pinch it just lightly?” I slid my finger over the welt on the inside of her thigh, and then lightly pinched it, making her gasp. “Or maybe I should take one more swing, making sure this time to catch both your pussy lips and your clit?” I raised the belt and moved behind her. “I mean, I don’t want you to be unhappy.” “Oh, please . . .” I swung the belt harder this time, and the belt did, indeed, catch both her pussy lips and her clit. She shrieked, thrashing about so much that I dropped the belt and held her around the waist, lifting her so she wouldn’t hurt her arms. She continued to thrash so much that I knew an orgasm was taking her. I continued to hold her until her thrashing stilled. Holding her about the waist with one arm I released her wrists from the twine as quickly as I could. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the couch. I held her close to me, comforting her. As her body stopped shaking, I gradually began to rub her neck and shoulders, soothing her. She sighed, and then she began to press her reddened ass against the bulge in my slacks. I laughed. “I was going to let you rest, my dear, but if you’re feeling that well . . .” I reached around the front of her, gently fingering her sore clit. And then I slid a finger between her tender pussy lips. She shuddered. I slid a second finger inside her, slowly fucking her. With my other hand I gently squeezed her nipple, twisting and rolling it slightly. She gasped and then moaned. Then she whined as I bit the back of her neck. She again pressed her behind against my cock. “Please, sir . . .” she whined again. “‘Please’ what?” “I want you.” I licked and then gently bit her ear. “Good.” “You are so mean,” she moaned. I released her nipple, stopped fucking her with my fingers, and then grasped a handful of hair and pulled it hard. “MEAN?!?” I demanded. She gasped. “No . . . yes . . . no . . .” “I’ll show you mean!” The fingers on my free hand found the welt on her side from my belt and pinched it HARD. Then I rolled her on her stomach and pushed her down face first on the couch. “STAY THERE.” I slowly undressed, taking my time, folding everything neatly. Then I picked up the discarded leather belt. “MEAN, huh?” I slowly raised the belt again. She whimpered and tightened up, bracing for the belt. Instead of swinging, I lowered the belt, rubbing it over her back and legs. As she relaxed, I then pulled the belt back quickly and swung it hard, striking her ass, leaving a red mark and a quickly-rising welt. “MMPH!” she cried out through the cushion. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off the couch. She landed on her hands and knees, and I pushed her head down so her ass was raised in the air. “STAY THERE!” I ordered, giving her hair a pull for emphasis. I mumbled under my breath, “She tells me I’m mean.” Looking afraid, she said, “No, not mean. Really, not mean . . .” Without preface, I grabbed her hair again and stuck my hard cock in her pussy, fucking her hard, using her hair as leverage, pulling with each thrust. “Please,” she yelled. I continued to ride her hard, relentlessly, without mercy. “What? You want it from a mean man? Are you that much of a slut?” “Pleeeeeeeeeease . . . just fuck me! Use me! Cum inside of me . . . please!” “Why should I? I should just cum inside of you, tie you up, and then leave you . . . if I’m so mean . . .” She whined, “Pleeeeease?” “Please tie you up and leave you?” “NO!” “You have to tell this mean man what you want, slut.” “Please . . . fuck me . . . stay, fuck me . . . please?” “I don’t know. I think you’ve been a bad little slut. Have you been a bad little slut?” “No,” she whined, “I’m a good girl!” “Would a good girl be begging a mean man to fuck her?” “YES! PLEASE fuck me!” “I don’t think so.” I reached for the discarded twine and tied her hands behind her back. “I think I’m going to leave you like this.” She whined wordlessly. I smirked at her. “If you were a good girl, you would deserve my cock. Do you think you deserve my cock?” “Yes.” I smacked her ass hard. She whined, “I am a good girl. I’m a good slut. Please? Please fuck me?” “You’re a good girl?” I snorted. “If you were a good girl, why would you tell a nice man like me that you’re mean? I think you’re a bad little slut, a dirty little whore who wants it however I want to give it to her.” She sighed, “Yesssss . . .” “What was that? I want to hear you say what you are.” She whined. “I . . . I’m a dirty little slut . . . PLEASE . . . just fuck me . . . I need you, please!” Without warning, I grabbed her by the hips, thrusting my cock into her pussy hard, feeling her gushing around me. And then I pulled out. When she whined at me I replied, “Dirty little sluts get what they deserve, not what they want. And then I thrust myself into her ass. She screamed, “Oh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!” I fucked her hard and fast, without remorse, without mercy, thrust after thrust. I grabbed her hair again, pulling it for leverage. It was so tight, and I was so aroused, that it didn’t take me long. I pushed into her one last time, thrusting hard; and I left it inside her, grunting as I released deep in her ass, pressing her face into the carpet. All the while she whined and groaned. I let myself stay inside her until my cock began to soften on its own. Breathless, I did not let up. “Did you get what you deserve? Did my dirty little slut get her ass fucked hard?” She nodded as much as my hand in her hair allowed, whining, gasping. “Are you sorry for calling me mean? And for lying to me?” Still gasping for breath, she moaned, “Yessss.” I shoved three fingers into her dripping cunt, thrusting hard. With my other hand I pinched the welt on her ass, drawing yet another gasp from her lips. When she started thrusting against my hand, I removed my fingers from her pussy. Before she could begin to whine, I grabbed her by the hips and turned her on her back, her weight resting on her arms. I pushed her legs back against her thighs with my shoulders to get easy access to her pussy, and then I fucked her with my tongue. I licked at her juices, sucked hard on her cunt, nipping gently at her lips with my teeth. “Oh . . . please . . .” “What do you want, you slut?” “I want . . .” She gasped as I flicked her clit. “What do you want? Tell me.” “I need to explode.” I slid my tongue back inside her, fucking her with it. I reached up and grabbed at her nipple, pinching it with my fingernails. She shuddered and moaned for me. With the other hand I rubbed at her clit with my moist fingers as I continued to explore with my tongue. I put my lips to her pussy lips and started to buzz and hum, laughing as she whined and squirmed beneath me. I slid my finger between my tongue and her pussy lips, getting it nice and wet. Then I slid that finger into her ass, slowly fucking her there, too. I pressed in with the finger until I felt it on the other side of the membrane inside her with my tongue, and the I licked hard there. “Ohhhhhhh . . . pleeeeeeeeeeease . . .” I could feel her bucking beneath me, so near to climax, yet not having permission to do so. Finally, I relented. “Cum for me, you dirty little slut! Don’t make me fuck you in the ass again!” And with that she screamed her orgasm, “SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” deafening me with its power, soaking my face with her cum. She shuddered and bucked, nearly pushing me away in her vehemence. When she finally calmed, I rolled her on her stomach and untied her hands. As soon as her hands were free she reached for me, pulling weakly at me, trying to pull me into her arms. I obliged her. “Oh, my good little girl,” I crowed. “You were such a good little slut.” Still breathless, she nodded and smiled. Finally she said, “Thank you for giving me what I deserve.” “Anyway,” I said, “this completes your tour of my office. It was nice of you to visit. Do come again.” ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sisters’ Delight After Mark finally cut the stiff, ball-gagged, sweaty, tired and sated sisters off of their mummy-boards nearly 5 hours later with their vibrators set on low, following another endurance contest, won by Gina, Sheila was exhausted after her long, eventful, exciting day, and was soon off to bed after a chat with her sister about tomorrow’s plans, gushing with happiness and appreciation. Mark and Gina got ready for bed. ...

Anne was closing in on her 18th birthday and she had mixed feelings about it. She was eager and excited to finally enter the realm of Adulthood, but at the same time she was scared; scared since she didn’t have a clue what was going to happen. All she knew was that her Guardian had prepared her for this step all her life and that all her friends that had entered Adulthood simply had disappeared, not to be heard of ever more. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 23Chapter 24: Not Exactly a Cakewalk The hostess introduced herself with a deep formal curtsey towards Jessica: “For your benefit Lady Jessica, I am Elizabetta Grace and I will be your hostess for the evening. Madame Brulée has most graciously asked me to ensure that your dining experience is one which you will not soon forget.” ...

My first acquaintance with Sonja was at the local swimming complex. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, carrying a white latex bathing cap in one hand and her clothes in a bundle in the other. She had the most gorgeous pair of legs with a slim upper torso and small breasts. Her smile as she looked at me sent a thrill deep in side me and I returned it with a smile of my own, She came towards me and spoke in a soft contralto which stirred my loins, She said “I’m sorry to trouble you but I’ve locked myself out of my car, could you help me?” ...

continued from part 2 Chapter 3: Each time we meet I shall beat you! ‘S’ was deeply asleep snuggled within the warm caress of her clinging black latex nest oblivious to the happenings in the training room in preparation for her next visit. The Trainer was laying out the equipment necessary to complete the programme. Back in the study the Mistress and Master were discussing the progress of the sleeping slave over a cup of coffee. It was late morning and they were totalling up the demerit chart of her and the resident female and male slaves. ...

Marion Les Barres had a permanent smile on her face, she had just shafted that bitch from the directors office Jessica Long, the PA of Margaret Forbes. Jessica Long had come running in the office and asked for the paperwork for the meeting with Ms Harrison, Marion pointed at one of two piles of paper and she ran out with it, little knowing neither was the paperwork she was after! Marion quickly removed the other pile of paper and put the correct paperwork in clear view. A couple of minutes later Director Forbes marched in the office. Feigning surprise Marion looked at the paperwork. ...

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. It had been a while since Ian had taken his little slave girl to the edge and he thought it was about time she had a work out. That evening when he returned from work he whispered in Diane’s ear that tonight was going to be special and throughout dinner her mind wandered to thoughts of breath play. Ian left the table early to go upstairs and prepare for Diane’s play. He had a surprise for her too, which he had purchased that very afternoon from the local sports shop; he looked forward to seeing the look on her face when she saw what he had bought for her. ...

Heart of the Empire Laura Rowley was a beautiful young woman. She was eighteen and had raven-black hair neatly done up although a few strands kept escaping. Her brown eyes shone with curiousity and her smile was friendly. She wore a simple, hand-woven blue dress and a hat held in place by a pin. This was her first visit to England. Laura had been nervous about the trip. She’d lived all her life on the Najow Islands in the Bay of Bengal off the Indian coast where her father was governor. On the voyage she’d been doubtful, but then on the morning the ship had come in sight of the English coast she’d woken up excited. On the train to London she’d still felt anxious but her excitment overrode her concerns. At Waterloo she’d climbed out of her first class compartment into a cacophony of porters and guards, passengers and engines that whistled, called and shouted. Laura looked around with interest; trying to recall the sights and atmosphere she would take back to her father. ...

Linda was determined this time. She needed to feel the exquisite torture of being teased. She wanted to be able to prolong the pleasure of arousal as she had experienced in the past. Linda and her partner had been split up for a few months and her mind and body were returning to ’normal’. She wasn’t dating again yet, but her body’s desires were attempting to get her back out there. At night she would masturbate to relieve her tension, but afterwards, always felt disappointed. The orgasm itself felt good, but she always hurried things too much, and hated that the pleasure was over all too quickly. ...