Chapter 1 Marc couldn‘t believe his eyes. The old oil lamp – yeah, the stereotypical one – he had picked up at a yard sale and started to clean up spewed out a thick cloud of smoke, which then solidified into a really hot – again, stereotypical – Dschinniya. The gauze-like top, bottom and pants did little to hide her perfect body. Black hair down to her ass, bronze skin, piercing eyes, very clearly visible nipples punched through the thin material, and her neatly trimmed landing strip lead a viewer’s gaze down towards the clearly visible folds between her legs. ...

3: Together The figure standing before us was a thing of beauty. The daughter of my lover, her mother, had come into the room where we were reclining in the king sized bed, with some fine ideas of our own. Her hair was dark and wild, her flesh gloriously soft and milky and she shared the pale grey eyes of her mother, my lover. She wore her favourite costume, a skimpy romper suit of thin black silk with soft lace trim. Legs were sheathed in black stockings and she had donned a pair of her mother’s black thigh boots. The soft suede ones with the towering heels and shiny platforms. In her hand she held a riding crop and a dangling pair of collars and leashes that I guess she had also raided from her mother’s toy box. ...

Chapter 5 - Together (part 2) “That’s it, Moonlight! You got it. Listen to Morning Star’s hooves. Stay with her! Perfect!” All day, Ivory showed Morning Star and Moonlight how to work as a team. After her little demonstration, which had been a game-changer, the two racers had acquired enough conviction to start listening and take the class seriously. Ivory had made them do many beginner exercises to learn the basics, and now, they knew enough that they were both wearing a training harness and pulling a small cart together. A hay bale acted as a fictional driver for weight purposes. Sitting on the fence, Ivory directed them around, but she didn’t have much more to say. The two ponies had learned quickly and were doing great. ...

Part 5: The Final Story Over the next year I have gotten used to my Master and my mind has truly become a sissy mind. My Master is my only thought, my purpose in life is to please my Master…my man. I no longer think about my previous life as a straight married male or even my beautiful wife and her wet pussy. I now miss my Master when he is gone and I love him. ...

Another yawn escaped despite her best efforts. Darlene shook her head, trying to stay awake. A glance at the clock showed the hands slowly creeping toward 3pm. There were two more hours to go on a Friday afternoon before a long holiday weekend. She was the last one in the small accounting office, covering for everyone else who had left early. Not even the phone was ringing, and she couldn’t hear any activity out in the warehouse. ...

A Weekend Trip “So when am I going to find out where the surprise destination is?” Darlene asked. She and Joe Riordan, the owner of the movie prop company, were the only two left in the building on a late Friday afternoon. She was sitting at her desk in the rear of the building, in the accounting department behind the warehouse. Joe sat on the edge of her desk. “Not just yet. I do have some coming attractions though. Want to hear the trailer?” Joe had taken over the family business a few years ago from his father. The main line was providing various props to movie and television production companies. A lucrative sideline was selling old movie memorabilia, primarily on the internet. Darlene, an aspiring art director, had been hired to catalog props when they were used in order to document the provenance, the proven history, movie fans demanded. ...

Chapter 18 - Steamy Pets “So, what do you want to do, Clara?” “I don’t know, Asha. Lucy didn’t say anything about that.” “Hehe, you are funny. Lucy is not going to choose which bed you are going to sleep in.” Today was a huge day. I was officially moving to the pethouse, this luxurious penthouse perched atop a tall insurance building in the middle of the downtown business area. Asha and Vix were supposed to welcome me, but the small fox girl wasn’t around. Apparently, Lucy had decided to keep her an extra day at the café, possibly because she didn’t want to overwhelm me on my first day in my new home. ...

Chapter 17 - Accalia Copyright © 2021 by Tigerstretch. “You stay right there while I’m calling the police!” “No! Please! Don’t do this!” “You are a thief, and you attacked one of my employees. You should have thought about it twice before doing something so idiotic.” “You… you can’t keep me here by force!” “I sure can. Have you ever heard about a citizen’s arrest? You stay on that chair and don’t move a muscle until the police show up. You can plead your case to them to your heart content.” ...

Sarah, comfortable in her oversized t-shirt and underwear, sits beside her live-in boyfriend Mark while he searches for something to watch on Netflix. She has her arm wrapped around his, gently stroking his arm with her fingertips. She can smell his cologne mixed with his natural scents wafting toward her as she leans against his shoulder. Every time he presses the remote, Sarah can feel the muscles tense in his arm. She can feel her breath quickening as her eyes close and she imagines his muscled arms around her. The smell is getting overwhelming. She squirms beside him, taking care not to let her free hand dart between her bare legs, despite how much it wants to. ...

She has yearned for Months! A VALENTINE PINK-GASM FOR MY TRANS - LOVER I’ll have HER DREAM BE TRUE for OUR SPECIAL DAY! She had already laid out the Hot Pink, flared mini-skirt, a silky pink blouse, I demanded that she get into this slut-girl outfit since that’s what I desire. Her lovely breasts are cupped in a pink Playtex Secrets bra. A leather corset, of course in deeper pink. Nylons, gartered with pink ribbons, stretch lace pink panties topped by pretty tap pants. One of the prizes of our PINK COLLECTION is a pair of 6" ‘come fuck me’ pink patent high-heel pointed toe pumps with a 1" wide ankle strap. The white leather locking shoe cuffs come next, a strap goes under the shoe arch, and then around her ankle. Once locked on, only I have that key, it’s impossible for her to remove her pumps. She’s mine now, trapped! OH YES! Now the pink corset is drawn in even more, the laces pulled ever so tightly, her tiny waist takes shape, accentuating her now so desired feminine form. ...

At last, she had arrived, after six months of waiting. A large box and small packet. The box was far bulkier than I had thought it would be. My heart raced as I once again considered the possibilities that lay before me. The precious moment I had waited for, had arrived. I dragged the box into the lounge, hurriedly cut open the plastic straps and ripped open the cardboard. So much bubble wrap, acres and acres of it, and then that new smell. That smell of new plastic and electronics. Similar to a new car smell, but not identical. A small black ring binder fell out onto the floor, along with some familiar looking electrical and USB cables. Then I could make out her facial features through the last layer of clear plastic. She was too good to be true, every last facial detail exactly as I wanted it to be. I modelled her on the only woman I had ever loved some twelve years ago, Gill. ...

…This feels like a mock scenario from some long almost forgotten college workshop on leadership and team building, although one with an obvious kinky twist. But, the principals here are the same, and I think to myself, “what’s happening, and what can I do about it?” I then wonder if Rick has instead come to collect Rose himself, on time, perhaps even with the intention of some gracious reciprocation for rescuing her. It’s very predictable, and Rose obviously makes a lovely picture all bound up with that plug in her shapely ass too. That would likely mean the pair were heading back down towards my desk by any number of means though, back where this all started several hours earlier. That was where her clothes were anyway, and she would obviously need those too, after Rick removed her from the toy bear’s frame, and maybe even her bonds if he felt charitable. ...

Chapter 5 - Together (part 1) “Brittany, that’s enough! You can’t keep us apart like this. Nightshade and I are a couple!” “Watch your tone, Hemlock! You know very well that what you did to me was the worst thing ever.” “Yes, and we apologized for it. We did all you wanted, all the extra training, and even accepted that you made us sleep in separate stalls. But it’s been long enough. We learned our lesson.” ...

“Are you ready, Ben?” The young man’s hands nervously pad the thick wetsuit that covers every inch of his body. The heart rate monitor flickers rapidly as an expression of his excitement, and of his anxiety. This is a fantasy that has been on his mind for most of his life, but even so, that doesn’t mean it isn’t scaring him to let it play out. He nods in response, the snorkel glued to the wetsuit makes any attempts to speak unintelligible. ...

She stood a good five-five, but with the ballet shoes she topped out at six foot. Only able to move in small mincing steps due the constricting size of the hobbling skirt. The toes of the boots just peeking out from under the dress. The length of the skirt hiding the hobble chain enforcing such restrictive movements. The body shaping corset made her walk upright ramrod straight. Breast held firmly and rounded to near perfection. Waist pulled in to give her that likable coke bottle like shape. Breathing reduced to steady small rhythms. ...

The arch villain “The Fat Man” has captured and drugged myself and my two other coworkers. All of our clothes have been removed and I view Jill and Kris’s naked bodies for the first time. The Fat Man’s henchmen place a strange device onto our crotches and I assume it’s some kind of device to cause pain or pleasure. I’m helpless as I watch Jill get mummified, she is weakened from the drugs and cannot fight back. They have placed her arms over her breasts and they mummify her, Egyptian-style. She is wrapped with many layers of skin tight wrappings, mummified from her toes to her neck, only her head and her perfect blonde feathered hair is visible. All of Jill’s curves are visible through her tight mummification. ...

Techie’s part After my hours locked in a one-bar-prison, my friend Jenine - who is a blacksmith specializing in dungeon gear and bondage devices - decided one afternoon that there should be a similar device for men. It only took a few hours of sketching, then cutting, heating, bending and drilling holes for locks. Made from several bars of ¼ inch thick steel bars, a 3 foot by 3 foot square of ⅜ inch steel, and 1 inch steel tubing with a piece of ¾ inch steel rod that slid into its centre. Two hours of construction later, our fiendish instrument of torture was complete. ...

Amy Stark was a thirty-three year old librarian who worked in a regional branch of a city library. She was slim, athletically built and slightly above average height. A thin face with pointed chin was framed by dark brown hair in a page boy cut. She was considered a sensible practical person by nature. Amy lived in a one-bedroom apartment in a unit block in the inner city area. She was unmarried but enjoyed the company of men and had had affairs. These had become less frequent of late and she put this down to a gradually rising expectation of what she looked for in a male companion. She sometimes wondered if she would ever have a permanent partner. She liked the idea of one but was not ready to lower her standards. ...

Chapter 1: Foreclosure Lisa shivered from the touch of cold iron against her naked flesh. There was so little room in her narrow cage that her breasts were pressed against the metal bars. A ball gag had been stuffed in her mouth to prevent any unwanted noise. Her cage stood on a small platform, so that prospective buyers could see her while they were bidding. Lisa could see a few of them staring at her already. The noise of the crowd subsided as the auctioneer began his pitch. ...

The Posture Bar There is a kind of security bar for cars that fits between the brake pedal and the steering wheel rendering both inoperable. Here’s a story involving one such security bar. The few years I spent in college dorms were highlighted by this hot brunette who was a bit of an air-head. On one occasion she noticed the anti-theft bar for my car hanging on the back of my door. This bar had a heavy metal hook that hooked under the brake pedal and a latch that locked around the steering wheel. If someone tried to steal my car, they would not be able to steer or stop. Well, she asked me what it was. I thought to myself that it was a pretty dumb question and avoided answering it, but she continued to bug me about it. Finally I said, “If I tell you what it is, then you will have to use it.” She quickly agreed and I thought to myself, let’s try something outrageous. I said, “It is a posture bar.” It seemed like such a stupid answer that should have been totally disregarded, but my air-head friend examined it very seriously and asked how it worked. ...