It was getting dark when she got off the train and she was the only one at the station. She went through the deserted ticket barrier and out into the car park. Apart from a taxi, there was no one there. She looked at her watch. Master had said this train, had told her it would arrive here at this time, but he was not there to pick her up. She was just about to start panicking when the taxi driver got out and shouted her name. She looked up, and walked towards him, relief replacing the adrenaline surge. ...

(Author’s Note: This story contains many pop culture references that won’t be explained outright, so if you want to learn more, Wikipedia or Google may help.)(Gromet: Have added links to Wikipedia for some of the terms used.) My girlfriend is an Otaku. That’s Japanese for being a fan of Anime and Manga comics. In Japan this is somewhat considered a negative connotation towards people who spend all their time indoors, but it also means that you’re a fan to the point of borderline obsession. ...

“I guess you could say I have problems in my relationship.” I shrugged. The man at the counter looked at me with the most innocent smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was plotting something or he was just the nicest man on the face of the earth. Honestly, I couldn’t tell. “Sir, believe me when I say this, you’re not the only man out there with problems concerning the ‘fairer sex’.” ...

You unlock this door with the Key of Fellatio…*Beyond it is another Dimension,__ ***A Dimension of Orgasms…** A Dimension of Infatuation…*A Dimension of Lust…__ ***You’re moving into a Land of Both Desire and Sex, of Obsession and Fetish,** You’ve just crossed over into…*The Erogenous Zone.* Episode 1: The Gift by Darqside* Meet Cassandra Summersby, known by many of her friends simply as Cassy. On outward appearance, she’s a normal college girl of the age of 23. But very soon she’ll be visited by a friend bearing a gift…a gift that will transcend mind and body, sending her spiraling outwards in the space of time and dimension known as…The Erogenous Zone.* ...

Sara awoke out of her stupor with a jolt. A strange sensation of pressure on her body, it was the first time she’d realized something had happened to her. The first thing she noticed was that the room she was in was pitch black all around save for a series of strange sets of rib-like bars that circled around her at varying levels above and below her line of sight. She wasn’t quite sure what these were for, but the design was all-encasing. Any source of light that could be seen could only be reflected on the silvery metal of the bars, making everything obscure to her sense of sight. ...

Liz nervously picked up the phone, hoping this was the call she had been waiting for as she said, “Hello,” The deep resonant voice on the other end sent waves of pleasure and anticipation through her very soul as she heard her Master’s voice intone, “Hi there my pet, I just got off the plane and will heading your way after I claim my bag and pickup the rental car.” ...

I’m Penny … no, I’m Hank. I’m 185 pounds of ‘girlie man’ – a cross-dresser. I’m 6’1” tall and weigh 185 pounds, with a reasonably masculine shape except for a disproportionate amount of that weight concentrated in my boobs. When ‘the urge’ comes over me and I transform myself from Hank into Penny, the result is pretty nice if somewhat large- I mean, even for working farm girls my size is a bit much. ...

I’m Penny … no, I’m Hank. I’m 185 pounds of ‘girlie man’ – a cross-dresser. I’m 6’1” tall and weigh 185 pounds, with a reasonably masculine shape except for a disproportionate amount of that weight concentrated in my boobs. When ‘the urge’ comes over me and I transform myself from Hank into Penny, the result is pretty nice if somewhat large- I mean, even for working farm girls my size is a bit much. ...

It seems strange thinking back about the change that took place in my life. It took my involvement in an accident to generate the imagination in my wife, Tncia, to enjoy bondage from the dominant role. We had been married for over eight years of fairly fulfilling companionship. We played with bondage about once every other month or so usually as a method to excite our lives as the boredom would set in. An exciting evening of bondage and our sex lives would be good to go for a month or two. ...

“You want to be – what?” Asked Tom. “Executed,” replied Mandy forthrightly. The four men of Tommy’s Tornadoes paintball team looked at each other with expressions ranging from stunned bemusement to careful consideration. “I don’t want to die, for heaven’s sakes,” the Goth girl went on. “But for reasons of my own I want to experience being executed – stood up against a wall and shot, bap-bap-bap. You guys are paintballers – you’d make a perfect firing squad.” ...

(story continues from Mistress Ellen’s Academy 2) Chapter 3 – Bob and Betsy’s First Bondage Encounter – part 1 On Saturday morning I woke up early in spite of myself; I was anxious! After a leisurely shower and breakfast, I putzed around for a couple of hours before I finally decided to get ready. I’d laid out my clothes the day before (showing my anxiety, it’s true), so the black nylon stockings and matching-black garter belt were right at hand. Over this I pulled a pair of blue panties, smiling momentarily about how one of my teen-years boyfriends had expressed surprise at the panties going over the garter belt. He just hadn’t thought about whether I’d want to unfasten all that stuff just to get my underpants down to pee! ...

Chapter 3 – Bob and Betsy’s First Bondage Encounter- part 2 After an hour or so’s worth of showering, refreshment, levity, and general recovery, Bob suggested that we return to the garage for our second session: “Ready to surrender your body and will to me, my friend Betsy?” I didn’t hesitate: “Your turn on top, my friend Bob!” He got up and disappeared upstairs to pull on a black vinyl catsuit that clung to him like skin from his feet to his neck, covering everything but clinging to his outlines so well that it didn’t really hide anything. In particular, Bob noticed that I noticed that I could clearly see the outlines of his thick cock. I flicked my tongue across my lips as I spotted the slit in the fat head of his cock. ...

“Be careful what you wish for…” Its cliché, of course. Allegedly Chinese cliché at that. Like all clichés it contains the merest grain of truth. But that’s all. Because when you think about it, how can you possibly make something happen just by wishing for it? Unless. Unless, like Jenny, you are victim of lottery-winning odds misfortune. Unless you actually DO meet someone who can make your wishes come true. ...

Monika awoke unusally early on this Saturday morning. On the one hand were the strange dreams she’d been having, the other was the sweaty feeling all she had over her body. Surprised, she sat bolt upright in her bed, that’s when she noticed her body was not clad in the normal night gown but dressed in a very tight material. She touched her body noticing it covered her like a second skin. The material felt and smelled like rubber. Hurriedly she got up and switched on the light. Shocked, she looked at herself in the large closet mirror examining her image closer up. ...

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices. “Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned. “Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her. “Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.” ...

Perhaps it had been because he was ignored by most of the girls in college, or even that none of them were interested in him, but John was sick of it. He needed something to stave his appetite, his hunger, his NEEDS. Something he could be able to predict, something he could control. A wild beast tamed by an incredibly sturdy leash. He’d tried online dating services before, but none of them seemed to work very well, it had something to do with his personality not being all that interesting or some other lame excuse, he’d figured. It just was an established fact that girls weren’t interested in him online or offline. ...

The first time I met her, she was leaving the same hallway door I was about to enter, we were both on our own way to or from class in college, but that single moment that I met her changed everything. I wanted her. From that single encounter I recalled with exact clarity her height, the blonde tufts of curls in her hair, her deep blue eyes, long eyelashes, and pink lips. ...

I met Dianne through an Internet dating service. I saw her profile and thought she was very hot, so I sent her a message. Nothing special, just hi, like your profile, I’m interested in you and asked if she had ever practiced bondage before. I don’t know what it was that sparked her interest but she replied with great curiosity about the bondage statement. She replied that she never even considered being tied up and the thought of it kind of scared her but it also stimulated her. She wondered what it would be like to be tied up, helpless and at someone’s mercy. ...

The advert said the job paid £40 per hour!. What could I do with that sort of money? As a student money is always difficult, and the prospect of paying off all my loans for years to come was not appealing. This could sort my finances out for good and then some. Evenings only, it sounded too good to be true. I decided to apply. The telephone call was brief. I was surprised. They did not want to know much, just my age. I was offered an interview at 6.30pm. ...

Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling – or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence. ...