Stories

Less than a week left before Christmas, the sight of snow falling made Eris suddenly feel a bit nostalgic for her childhood, and how she and her family used to volunteer to help other families during the holiday season. Determined to do something, but not sure what path to take, she got in her car and started driving around aimlessly, letting her mind wander in hopes of finding ideas. Passing an old shopping mall, on impulse she decided to go inside and see if maybe she might find a present she could buy for a poor person … and, walking through the doors, she meandered around until she spied a friendly looking man dressed as Santa Claus sitting on a recliner. ...

The last time I saw Priscilla was an afternoon to remember. We originally met at work where she was a supervisor in a department at one of my customers. We hit it off sexually right away. She was a big girl, about 240 pounds, but it was all where it should be and she had a wildly erotic imagination. Her figure was more voluptuous than simply fat, and she was really in very good physical shape. ...

Santa’s Helper Lisa knew this would work, she clearly remembered seeing Santa when she was five and even though no one would believe her she knew she had seen him. Tonight, she would prove it. The box was ready, her outfit was ready, all she had to do was get dressed, shimmy into the box and wait. Over the years she had set up hidden cameras, sound recording devices even had thermal imaging and not once did she ever get anything other than something failing or static. So, she had come up with an idea to hopefully surprise the big guy long enough to snap a picture herself. ...

“Oh come on, it won’t be that bad!” Ash exclaimed. Riley had just finished getting the door opened, seemed the hinges were a bit rusty. As Jamie climbed through they remarked, “Yeah, I know…just an old medical facility, I get weird vibes.” “We are weird thoughts…” muttered Riley, and nobody could argue with that sound logic. Much of the facility was in ruins, or already cleared out of anything interesting. Sure there were plenty of old files and documents, but no gross pictures or x-rays to make them exciting. The trio came across only one door that was locked. As it was the only locked door, they knew they had to get in, it was no longer optional. Curiosity got the better of them and soon were scouring the nearby drawers and desks for keys. Riley bumped a painting while searching and it fell to the floor with the sound of shattered glass. Jamie picked up the edge of the frame and lifted it, and a single key fell from it. Ash swiped the key and took a careful look. ...

I cannot recall exactly what happened that pushed me over the edge when I lost my temper with Domina. It could have been a bad day at work or any number of other issues. Regardless, I did not expect the outcome to be what it was. What is even stranger is how much I want this to occur again. I had come home and slammed the door. Domina was in the kitchen cooking the evening meal. She asked me about my day, and without thinking, I just replied, “It was fucking wonderful. Yay!” ...

Once upon a time there was a slave named Brianna. She scrubbed at a particularly encrusted piece of rice in the bottom of a metal cooking pot, her long black hair getting a bit soaked at the tips by the water flowing from the nearby sink’s faucet. The chicken dinner she had prepared had been a success, and now she was barely listening as her Mistress and their newfound male friend chatted on his couch about life, the universe and everything. ...

Part 3: Switch and Bait Stuck. Physically free, but mentally stuck. The events of last night replayed in his head over and over. At first when he woke up, he thought it must have been a dream except for Lin’s cum stained shirt on top of the laundry basket. Should I call her? It felt to him like he was three people in very short succession. There was the him of before, there was the sex crazed beast chained to the wall with the sensuous sexpot torturing his soul last night, then there was himself of today trying to piece it all together. ...

Part Thirteen 5 Day 9 Emma was woken up by the feeding system, relieved to find that she was still safely stored away, with the lovely feeling of the other meatgirls gently rubbing up against her. She was happy that It was just another dream, though Emma wondered if they were a foreshadowing of things to come for her. Her contemplations were suddenly interrupted by the workers entering and grabbing the next meatgirl for their display, it signified that this was the start of another day. The storeroom again went dark when they left, leaving the remaining meatgirls to continue enjoying their final moments. ...

NOT CAREFUL ENOUGH I have been into cross dressing and self bondage for my entire adult life. I was a definite candidate to be controlled by a strong willed woman in a Female Led Relationship. I have often wondered just how compliant I would have become with the right coaxing. I read so many stories of FLR and how totally submissive the males become. It is just fiction right, no one would actually go that far - would they? ...

I heard a knock at my house’s front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone this evening, definitely not so soon after getting home from work. I opened the door to see my fiancée, Heather. She could dress to the nines and give a dead man a woody. Heather at the moment was dressed to the twelves. “Promise me tonight you’ll do anything I ask. Stephen. Anything.” she demanded. I normally was inclined to give her the world, looking like this even more so. ...

A good marriage always involves compromise. Couples who don’t understand this are usually headed for divorce or at least a lot of arguments. Compromise is the reason I’m standing in my garage, in the dark, naked, sporting a huge erection, with my hands cuffed behind my back with thick leather cuffs, and chained to the bumper of my Jeep. Get your attention? Then sit back and let me tell you my story. ...

Chapter 1: Rage against the defaults “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to sunny Mexican beaches?” “Hmmm” “*Sigh* Honey, are you working?” “What? Sorry. I got another email.” “Helen!” “What?” Helen lowers her phone and turns from the passenger seat. “*Sigh* Please it’s not too late. Do you want to come with me?” “Come on, Brian. I feel bad enough already. I have work and those stupid meetings.” ...

Svana had been moved into her new house for about a week and had just finished unpacking all her things, from furniture and necessities in the first and second floors, to her grimoires and other mystic utilities in the attic, and now she just needed to get her extra boxes put away. During the week she had been there she had barely been in the basement except to do the laundry. Bringing down some of her boxes she looked around. There was the wall with the washer and dryer, then the wall that had the old wooden shelf fixed to it, which left behind the heater. ...

Chapter 42: The Weekend, Helen and Needles Fred had been letting Regina, and Clair, experience different types of impact play as a part of their weekend long play session. He had been flogging Regina’s cunt and was just about to stop when everyone heard “Hellloooo? It’s Helen. Is this a good time?” Fred stopped mid swing. Clair burst out laughing, “Depends on your definition of good!” she yelled back. Then Clair turned to Regina and asked, “are you OK to meet Helen now?” ...

Part Thirteen 4 Day 4 – The first storeroom* The next morning Emma awoke from her nightmare with the familiar feeding cycle, the other meatgirls waking and starting to move their bodies against each other, the gentle moans of each meatgirl as she sought closeness, pleasure and comfort from the ones standing next to them. This is what she remembered, her many days spent hanging in the storerooms, getting and giving what pleasure that she could to the others strung up there with her. Eventually their pleasure was interrupted when one of the store workers entered the storeroom, she seemed to recall their names as Bill and Todd, but she couldn’t be quite sure. ...

The courtroom buzzed with grim anticipation as people filled the benches, craning their necks for a glimpse of the defendant. Alice Merton, a bright, twenty-eight-year-old scientist, walked into the room, a stark figure in her striped prison garb. Her back was rigid, her steps measured, defiance etched in every line of her posture. Her face, framed by tousled brunette hair pulled into a severe bun, was obscured by a clear spit mask, a dehumanizing shield against unwanted aggression. Yet, through it, her eyes were discernible – clear, icy blue, and full of steely resolve. ...

I just got to my little apartment after a long day of work. I was walking out to my car when I heard a commotion in the street next to the apartment. By the time I got around the bushes that block the view I saw two people standing over a guy laying on the ground. They were laughing and kicking him. There was another guy setting fire to a car. I ran up to the two guys and after a short verbal exchange the three guys left. I then helped the guy they were beating on up and took him into my apartment to check out his injuries. ...

Part 9. An Unworthy Development Emma woke up in a panic. She tried to move but she was face down with her breasts smashed underneath her making it harder to breathe. Her neck seemed immobile with her face in a cushioned ring that opened up and let her see the ground below. Her arms were strapped straight out from the sides of her body. Her legs had a little play as her ankles were strapped down about a foot apart. Her knees and hips were not and she had some wiggle room to move. ...

Shelley was not going to like this, not one little bit. But there was nothing he could do about it, if Brian was wise. He had to be there. It was the end of his first month at his brand-new job. The guys at the law firm where he worked wanted to do a “boys’ night out” with a client’s lawyer who had been with them the last week, at a bar on the other side of the large metropolis where they lived and near the offices and the visitor’s hotel. Brian knew it was more than a chance at a good-bye party for Ethan, the visitor. It was an opportunity for the other guys in his workgroup to scope Brian out somewhere casual and outside of the law firm. He was 27 and very early in his legal career. This was his second job and his first real one. He needed every break, ever advantage to help him get to where the real money and life was as soon as possible. For both him and Shelley. Surely his girlfriend of almost five years would understand that. ...

Chapter 41: The Weekend, Varieties of Impact Play After a morning of rope bondage in the basement of Clair’s parents’ home, Regina, Clair and Fred made their way back upstairs for lunch. The women were both nude and wearing very tight crotch ropes. Regina was still feeling the gentile and somewhat annoying buzzing of a remote-control vibrating egg in her vagina. As they reached the top of the steps, Fred picked up the end of what he thought of as ‘the first-floor chain’ and attached it to Regina’s ankle. Regina understood that dragging this chain, the other end of which was firmly attached inside a hall closet, was Fred’s way of making her feel controlled. It was working. Although the chain was long enough to reach almost anywhere on the first floor, it was a physical reminder that Fred was in charge. ...