The car was a lot bigger close up I noticed as I hurried up to it. I don’t drive, failed my test three times during my home-based gap year and gave up trying after that. Total loss of confidence coupled with a general disinterest I suppose, but then that does sum up my driving plus a lack of interest in motor vehicles. I had never felt much at ease behind the wheel, and that evidently came across to the examiners, that and the numerous errors I always made. ...
Interview with Liam from the Cyborg and Upload Rights Archive I had known Ruby since we were both about three years old, and we’ve been the bestest of friends, so close we were like siblings. Growing up we played together, studied together, got into trouble and mischief together, pretty much we did everything together. You would think that would make it natural for us to fall in love, get married, have kids and live happily ever after. If you thought that, keep dreaming, life is stranger than that. ...
Part 1: “Bored” I swiped my student card as I passed the cashier in the canteen. Around dinner time it was usually quiet, with only a few students left, dispersed around the establishment. I liked it here. The food was on par, and we were on good terms with the staff. Isabelle followed me with her tray and we sat down at one of the corner tables. “Quite a shitty exam. I don’t think I’ll pass this one” I talked with a mouthful of spaghetti. ...
(story continues from Indecent Proposal 4) Part Five …I woke in bed alone, slowly drifting up through the layers of a really good sleep, and for the first few moments slightly confused as to where I was. A strange room and bed can do that to me, I travel for work - rarely - and experience this disorientation no matter how comfortable the room is. Despite this disorientation I was happy, almost euphorically so, but I also had some strange dreams. In one, Pete and I had inexplicably shared a table alone over a drink while we chatted like intimate old friends. ...
Although my husband successfully quit smoking about ten years ago I have not been able to. Over the years I’ve spent about 3 thousand dollars on everything from chewing gum, prescription medicines, doctors, counseling and most recently hypnotherapy all to no avail. Yes, I quit for about a week, but the moment any kind of stress happened, I had to go back to smoking again. The other day I was reading a book by a well-known author in which one of the characters, a retired “HO” named Lulu quit smoking using a vibrator. Every time she was tempted to light up a cigarette she simply gave herself an orgasm with a vibrator. ...
Day 1 Somewhere in the middle east, there is a legendary bazaar of great trade. In this bazaar, anything and everything could be traded for money. It was under no jurisdiction of any country. It only had two laws: 1. Once a deal was made you could not break it by any means, not even death. 2. Everyone must be true to their word and must honor the deal that was agreed upon. If these two simple rules were broken both the dealer and the buyer were killed. This allowed for a simple and effective way for everyone to keep true to the code of a trade. ...
Chapter One Countess Alexandra Gladstone returned to her bedroom after tea. The fog that shrouded London for days showed no sign of relenting. Underneath the Sept. 27, 1870 copy of The Times on her nightstand, she found the letter that arrived nearly a week ago. The heavy parchment and the envelope’s large seal of black wax featuring the letter B offered clues that the author was a man of refinement. His handwriting was impeccable, a trait that Alexandra associated with gentlemen possessing minds of precision. She read the letter for the third time, intent on gleaning whether there were any veiled motives in its unusual offer. She did not find any. ...
Grin. Smile. Dance. Laugh. Cheer. Yell until your voice goes hoarse. Somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed. Tonight, there’s no anxiety and no self-doubt. It’s a good feeling. Supportive people surround you. You’ve cut loose. It feels phenomenal; to dance and cheer and never once feel like you’re being judged. It’s not clear why it’s so easy tonight. Maybe it’s the people, maybe it’s the location. It’s definitely the location. The ambiance definitely has something to do with it. Dim lights and laughing, music that isn’t too loud but is so loud that you do kind of have to yell. Other people in costumes make you feel downright normal in comparison. Your red qípáo is trimmed with gold. You were worried that it wouldn’t match your glasses, but in the dark nobody noticed. Maybe it matched after all. ...
Continues from part one Part Two Claire looked at me and asked, “May I examine my mother’s bonds, please, Sir?” “Sure, but don’t disturb her. She’s in the zone and that’s a happy place for her.” “She just looks drunk to me Sir.” “Well, yes, she’s a little intoxicated, but for the most part, she’s happy being restrained like that and is in what we call a meditative state commonly called sub-space. She’s bound and gagged, can’t go anywhere, do anything, and she doesn’t even have to say anything. That’s a freedom she doesn’t usually have. She knows I’m watching out for her, so she’s just floating in a happy place of no worries and no responsibilities. Savannah really likes being out of control. She’s comfortable in this bondage and could stay like this for a very long time with no ill effects. When I carry her back up to her bedroom, I will massage the areas that I know will stiffen up, further relaxing her until she passes out and sleeps for a while. We talked about it earlier, and Savannah misses being able to sleep while totally restrained. She told me she used to have beautiful dreams sleeping while tied up and when she wakes up snuggling with someone she trusts, it makes her happy. How long has it been since she’s been happy, Claire? How long has it been since she could let go of her frustration, her anger, her responsibilities and just feel like a woman?” ...
Continues from part four Part 5: Valentine’s Through a lucky coincidence, both of the Valentine’s Days I had with my high school boyfriend fell on weekends, and my parents left me alone when they went out of town for their own plans both years. Some might call that bad parenting of a teenage only daughter, but I was really happy about it! I wanted to go “all out” for our first Valentine’s Day together to please my new Master and owner; we’d been together about 4 months by then – pretty long by high school standards – and sexually active for about 2, but it still felt fresh at that point in our lives when he was my first at pretty much everything. ...
Jenna stood for a while taking in her surroundings, here she was in London on the first leg of her European trip. After graduation from Cornell, she had applied for, and been granted, a Student Work Visa. This entitled students on a gap year from the United States, to work their way across Europe and get first-hand experience of the rest of the world. After London, she was going to head to Paris and Amsterdam, then see where her journey took her from there. ...
As I stood in the milking parlour my mind raced with anticipation. My hands were tied, spread apart, stretched above my head. With ankle cuffs also holding my feet about a metre apart I was almost at full stretch and my shoulders and hips were beginning to ache. Being nearly 2 metres tall I couldn’t quite see my face in the short mirror but I could feel the drool coming from my wide open mouth; my jaws being held apart by a large spider gag firmly strapped to my head with a rope attached to the ceiling holding my head up. That and the fact that I was wearing a rather tight and heavy posture collar meant I couldn’t look down so had no idea what may happen to my already throbbing cock… ...
Continues from chapter eighteen_ ### Chapter 19: Last Day Before the Promotion She still feels nervous. She trusts him to protect her but she still worries. Up on her knees with her face buried in the pillow to help muffle her screams of passion, May helped her Duke celebrate the morning. She was still bound hand and foot, as she had slept, but being taken from behind like this was a great way to start her day. After untying her, May did her morning exercises while Duke relaxed in the sauna, went through the morning triple-S ritual and then dressed for his meetings. As he fed her, she just stared at him. Seeing him in a suit made her heart melt with desire. Tied like she was she couldn’t rape him like she dreamed of doing, so she waited and fantasized while burning the image of her dream man in a suit into her brain. ...
Continues from chapter twelve_ ### Chapter 13: Down and Out She is in the dark and not just from the darkness she’s out of the loop “Okay, please start at the beginning and read me into the mission.” “Duke, there’s certain papers I need to take to him, so I’ll be collecting them while I fill you in.” Jackson used his keycard and his palm print to open Roy’s safe and locked filing cabinets. Duke helped him sort through what was in each. ...
Continues from chapter thirteen_ ### Chapter 14: The Passing of the Torch Rest peacefully Roy. You chose a good successor that honors your name. Duke laid his mentor’s hand at his side, kissed him on the forehead and walked out of the hospital into a waiting limo. Six other full grooms and seven rifles were already in the vehicle and as they drove to the private air terminal, they said very little to one another. Duke checked his custom Remington M24E1/XM2010 ESR, chambered in .300 Winchester Magnum, that had been suppressed by an in-house gunsmith and was accurate, in Duke’s hands, out to a mile. Duke wanted to make an immediate statement about the events of three nights ago. The CFO had no way of knowing that he wasn’t the target, that the women were, so Roy’s plan to undermine the executives was still intact. Duke wanted to send them a harsh message and mislead them at the same time. There had been planning and preparations made by the other grooms while Roy slept, before he passed. ...
Continues from chapter twenty Chapter 21: The Vote Grooms try to persuade the High Ones to accept Duke while May kneels cringing As the crowd dispersed to find refreshments and chat amongst themselves, grooms went to each of the High Lords and Ladies that they had worked with to plead their case to allow Duke to advance. Many of the High Lords were in favor of it and they in turn went to other High Lords and Ladies that were uncommitted. Between these High Ones and their grooms, votes were gathered for Duke. On the other side of the same coin, those that had vetoed his petition were out trying to strong-arm more of the High Ones to throw their veto in with their group of eight. Terms like fascist, and elitist, were used more than once by some of the High Lords, in reference to those trying to deny Duke. Arguments on the subject became very heated in some instances. ...
Continues from chapter eleven_ ### Chapter 12: Day Four Starts Well, Until Tied and gagged again she is bound for his pleasure and gets off on it May woke up restless. She dared not move lest she set off another cycle of orgasms. At first, she had used the crotch-rope to get herself off and fall asleep, which she did, but she also dreamed. These dreams were some of the most vividly erotic dreams she’d ever had and in her dreams, she was running from one erotic adventure to another. This must have caused her to move her legs in her sleep because without notice she was wide awake having another orgasm. Being bound in a single-sleeve, she couldn’t adjust the lubed, twisted rope that was rubbing her private parts raw, making them so sensitive that almost any movement, including aftershocks, set her off again. May lay there, panting, wanting to ask Duke to untie it, but she didn’t want to wake him, so she just tried to lie there as quietly as possible. She’d fall asleep and the dreams would come back and cause her to move again, which set off another round of this vicious cycle. In the wee hours of the morning Duke just got up and moved to the audience couch. Her frustration set off another go around. Finally, she just decided to stay up for the rest of the night, lie there and not even twitch. That lasted about an hour. ...
Continues from chapter fifteen_ ### Chapter 16: Playtime and Planning Dressed for his pleasure she assures her man his due, and her fealty. “The first thing we’re going to do is establish a uniform of sorts for you. This is what you’ll wear every day that I don’t lay out what I want to see you in or phone in what you should be wearing. As a foundation, you will wear crotchless pantyhose and a corset. I will get you front lace corsets for this, although sometimes I’ll have to work with the new grooms, so they get used to putting one on you. That’s actually part of their apprentice exam, but that’s far down the road at this point. Lace it on yourself corsets never get the right effect but they are a good starter for the corset training. Today we’ll use a regular corset and just turn it around so that the laces are in front and you can lace them up yourself. Next will be a high-heeled boot or shoe of at least five-inches. A style of bra that I will choose and stock, that has a front closure and shows a lot of cleavage and tit-meat above the nipple line. The next part of your uniform will be opera length gloves, satin as a standard, but leather if there is to be a lot of arm bondage that day. I don’t want them bruising you up so that I can’t appreciate you when I get home. That’s my job. And finally, the last part will be one of my smelly old dress shirts or at least one of my stinky T-shirts.” ...
Continues from chapter nineteen_ ### Chapter 20: Pomp and Promotion May spent her morning getting mentally prepared for Duke’s promotion. Duke woke up to a very horny slave trying to gobble his hard-on as deeply down her throat as she could manage with her hands tied behind her back. He allowed his mind to fully rev-up and appreciate what she was doing before he disengaged from her, flipped her over on her bound arms and took her with long and powerful strokes that shoved her, little by little to the head of the bed, eventually banging her head against the headboard. Exploding the morning-load into her, he bent down and after scraping his teeth over her areola, he bit down on her nipple just hard enough to elicit a squeal. ...
Continues from chapter seventeen_ ### Chapter 18: Pressure Pressure stresses him duties are priorities and enemies lurk. Duke sat May down in a lawn chair, crossed her legs, produced a piece of rope and bound them like that. He then popped her ball-gag in, buckled it tightly and turned on her vibrator. It may have taken May longer than he would have thought, but before long she was jerking around from an obvious orgasm and wracked by powerful aftershocks before starting the whole cycle over again. The grooms on guard smiled at what he was putting her through. ...