“Hatsu, you are late.” That wasn’t how he wanted to be introduced. He stepped and stood at attention in front of the other serving staff. Each of them wore the same functional black polo shirts and pants they had been given. He was already eager to get out of it and the shift hadn’t even begun. “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. The young man tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes and smiled. His shoulders rose as he shrugged. “I don’t know what happened, I’m -” ...
Continues from part fourteen Chapter 15 “Finally,” Janice whispered under her breath as she watched her neighbor, Ms. Shickley, walking briskly back across the street to her house. God, that woman could talk. However, Janice gave her all the attention a drunk and out-of-it woman would give an intrusive neighbor and soon Loren Shickley, sensing indifference, humphed and went on her way. Janice knew next time she might not be so lucky. ...
June had always been considered a tyrant, ever since her much older husband had passed away leaving her his fortune and his companies, she had ruled with an iron fist sucking as much money from each before breaking them up and selling them off. Her latest project was the personal body armor company, his engineers had developed numerous new designs in body armor over the years and were know for their innovative ideas and approaches to complicated problems. Now she hoped they could be used to aid in her personal habits by making her a full armored suit out of the latest material they had developed that could stand up to almost any abuse before she sold the company. ...
“Hey there, Boy. Why are you staring at me, drooling?” Speaking face to face with a six-foot blonde bikini clad supermodel with D-Cup breasts was not how I saw this trip going. “The jackal clamps down on its prey’s neck. From there it is only a matter of applying pressure to end its life …” I forced the pillow over my head, but it did no good. How could you block out the sound of a full room home theater sound system at full blast? To make matters worse the den in which it was held was separated from my guest room by nothing more than a thin floor. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. ...
Tammy greeted the technicians with a mixture of relief, trepidation, shame and arousal. The relief was in anticipation of getting the creditors off her back, as the installation of a MARD-5000 would pacify them for a bit and they would extend her credit. The trepidation was simply from fear of the unknown. The shame was from admitting that she was in this mess, and the arousal was from the online reviews she had read. ...
(story continues from Part 13) Chapter 14 Amanda didn’t care. Exhaustion had finally claimed her. The pain and the pleasure had wracked her being until everything had become a surreal blur. She could barely keep her focus on her twin sister across from her, looking very much like the image of fatigue. Thankfully the itch caused by the salve had finally stopped its lecherous magic and only a sore numbness remained. ...
“So you think it is okay?” Robin asked. Jeanie smiled and said, “Oh sure, wipe it out with alcohol, I mean if you are sure that you want to go through with it.” She carried a box containing several white rats to the glass habitat. “You really have no idea who sent it?” “No, not at all. It looks like a really nice swimsuit, expensive looking.” Robin made some notations on the computer terminal. “You’re missing a few rats. It is not made of anything I have seen before, almost like latex. Have you ever worn latex garments before?” ...
When Stephanie says that her most intimate fantasy is to be milked like a cow, a way is found to make her fantasy come true. And now I was definitely wondering why I’d agreed to take part in a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ just over a week ago! Certainly if I’d known that Jo was from a farming family I wouldn’t have admitted to that fantasy, but now seemingly it was too late to go back on it, the one consolation I guessed, was that it might be fun to make that fantasy become reality………I hope! ...
Even in the late 2020’s, medical science still hadn’t found a cure for several causes of death related to extensive damage to the brain. The bicycle helmet was still the best thing going for prevention. Fred’s job involved research into the use of computer circuits to replace irreparable portions of the brain. Given that Fred was very much a loaner and dedicated to his work, it was no wonder he hadn’t been selected to work on the latest circuits designed for use where areas of the brain providing personality and so on had been destroyed. He had just concluded a very boring project that involved conducting a very detailed set of tests on a circuit that he didn’t even know the purposes of. He was in the kick-off meeting for the next test project. ...
(story continues from The Perfect Pony 3: Lady Rachel’s farm) Part 4: Rainbow’s End Rainbow was in great demand as a stud. Besides the contract from Lady Rachel, Kenneth had his pony booked at least twice, and sometimes even three times a month for three straight years. The second mating with the Amazon resulted in twin colts, “Rachel’s Quick-Stepper”’ and “Rachel’s Hi-Stepper”. The third mating produced another filly. However, there were no subsequent matings. Lady Rachel was satisfied with four children to raise. After “Rachel’s Rosebud” was born, the Amazon was sold off as a brood mare. ...
story continued from Breaking & Entering Malcolm Pettigrew thanked the driver, nodded the ghost of a bow to the Emir’s guard and strode down the path to the great man’s tent, the silent, light-stepping Henrietta Courtauld just behind him, her hair duly covered. He had been three months in the United Arab Emirates since his arrival as British Commercial Attache, and this was his first visit to the most obscure and traditional of the emirates, Bhagarem. Henrietta, his assistant, was not quite so new to the job, but she had not set foot here before either. ...
Part 1: Mrs Chan’s Pony Caddy Chapter 1 My name is Sam Wilson. I am the caddy to Jane Winters a Golf Pro on the US Tour. She was shooting up the world rankings and was now the world number 17th and we were hoping for even better things. So far I had earned good money being her caddy and best of all I liked her, we got on well together. ...
It was a cool summers evening, a light breeze wafting the smell of barbequed meats and the sound of music through the air. I sipped my beer from the plastic cup as I wandered through a huddle of people. It was busy. At least thirty people had turned up for tonight’s barbeque. Several smaller barbeques were well underway, cooking burgers and hot dogs. But in the centre of the field, a large clay oven was slowly being put together, being prepared for tonight’s main event. I gazed at it for a while, watching the guys put it together and smirked to myself. I wandered back towards the other guests. I knew just a few of the people here and greeted and shook hands with as many as I recognised. Then I saw her. Just a quick glimpse, so I casually made my way through the crowd to get closer. It was definitely her. I drew closer, eager to speak to her. ...
Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, events, etc. is coincidental. IF something like this did actually occur I’d be damned amazed. ** Saturday 9:30 AM Darla opened her eyes and smiled. Dan had given her one of the best morning fucks she had ever had before he left to play a round of golf. She had dozed off and had forgotten to reset the alarm. ...
(story continues from The Murderess) 8. TRANSFERED The four important women and Lord A conferred for some time. Then he spoke: “Good, Everything has been agreed. The convict Jane H. is transferred to my custody. She is now my slave-convict. The terms of the Agreement are these”. He turned in his chair, grabbed the chain Sally was holding and pulled me close to him. He shoved an impressive legal document into my hands. ...
continued from part one Part 2: A Fate Worse Than Death? It was mid afternoon the next day when Michelle got the call from the control room and the conversation passed very fast, in French. “Madame, we have a problem with erm, Rubberta. He… erm, she has not eaten today. We thought it was perhaps her reaction to his new… life and thought we would give her some time to adjust, but it is late in the afternoon now and he, well she, shows no signs of cooperating. She has not eaten all day, just sits there, lies there doing nothing.” Michelle stared at the screen for some time and thought on this, then said. ...
This is a true story of myself. I chose to write about it as a cathartic way to understand how I got to where I am now. For some it may be arousing, others appalling, to some you may understand. It’s my story and I have tried to include as much as I could. I chose not to include all the mental thoughts because in order to tell the story you need to see the whole picture. ...
(story continues from The Reluctant Racing Pony) Part Two There was no explanation of my new status as I was just a pony to them. Ken was told I needed a racing name, and he said he didn’t care what they called me, clearly putting aside any lingering affection he may have still had for me as he glanced at Jill’s barely concealed petite ass. My former boss was the default man to name me, and he deferred to his secretary who looked right at my exposed breasts and suggested “Milkmaid”. With my name chosen I was lead not to my barn, but to a new area of the ranch where I was walked to a breeding mount. It was a device much like a college gymnastic horse with a hole in the rear of the thing for the stud to hump into a giant condom, and to save his seed for later insemination. I was in theoretical alignment with any horse that wanted to mount me as I was strapped wrist and ankle to the heavy device with thick straps, and quite immobile as I hoped they wouldn’t do such a thing to me. ...
I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch4: part two Chapter 5: Conditioning and Destination Jason was suspended in the goop and in total darkness. The pressing goop warmed to his body temperature and Jason lost any sensitivity to his skin. The constant pressing disappeared in its sameness. Jason tried to grunt inside his masks but no sound reached his ears. ...
Fingers crossed as she stepped into the lift and jabbed a finger at the button, Heather Stepney had no need to even glance at what she was doing thanks to the innumerable number of times she had performed those same actions before. As the familiar grinding rumble began and the car began to inch its way upwards, she wondered how much of her daily routine she could have managed to complete with her eyes closed or in a state of trance. A moment later she was reminded by the stench of the enclosed space finally hitting her that there were some things that even a blindfold would not have kept her from having to deal with in the course of her day. ...
Fingers crossed as she stepped into the lift and jabbed a finger at the button, Heather Stepney had no need to even glance at what she was doing thanks to the innumerable number of times she had performed those same actions before. As the familiar grinding rumble began and the car began to inch its way upwards, she wondered how much of her daily routine she could have managed to complete with her eyes closed or in a state of trance. A moment later she was reminded by the stench of the enclosed space finally hitting her that there were some things that even a blindfold would not have kept her from having to deal with in the course of her day. ...
“A pet!? You win the lottery and you want a pet.” “Mm.” “What kind of pet?” “Something, er, different. Unique.” “Uh huh. And expensive.” “Hey. It’s only money.” All talk of pets was forgotten in the month that followed. Nina was focused on their trip to Thailand. She didn’t know why Gerry had chosen Thailand, but Nina went along with it. It was a trip out of the country. A trip to someplace foreign, exotic. But then the subject of clothes came up. ...
Chapter 2: Not just another Box Paul took Monday morning off and arranged for his mother to watch the kids so he could be there to extract Natsuko the moment her trunk arrived. He removed her restraints, gave her some water, and milked her while running a warm bath for her. The milking in particular was long overdue as she had leaked milk all over herself during the 2 days and was clearly uncomfortably swollen. He then proceeded to wash her while massaging her sore muscles and dry her before carrying her to bed so she could recover. ...
The sound of feet skipping down the stairs caught my attention. It could only be one person. Five o’clock on the Friday before spring break and the exodus was complete. Well, all except for the five girls who were staying - and the woman. I had heard the footsteps three floors up and there was only one tenant on that floor: Morgan Trent, 24, freshman. Sound was followed by feet, legs, heavy-ish thighs, bouncing tits, a perky ponytail. ...
This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest - Author’s note – this is a piece of fiction, but the scenes in the studio are all elements of real life experiences between the author and his Mistress. I was looking through the online job ads when I spied an item which intrigued me. “Have a strong personality and mind? Scientific study looking for candidates for research into personality traits – Successful candidates will be paid $2000 for a 1 day session. Phone….” ...
Author’s note – this is a piece of fiction, but the scenes in the studio are all elements of real life experiences between the author and his Mistress. Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest I was looking through the online job ads when I spied an item which intrigued me. “Have a strong personality and mind? Scientific study looking for candidates for research into personality traits – Successful candidates will be paid $2000 for a 1 day session. Phone….” ...
I held the spoon up to Patti’s lips. She slurped, swallowed. “Thank you, Master.” “You don’t remember anything?” She shook her head. “No, Master. You know how I zone out when you wrap me.” “Mm. What do you remember?” “I remember you wrapping me and standing me in the window-” “Go back to the beginning. You know how I like you to tell me these things.” “Yes, Master. May I have more chowder?” ...
I held the spoon up to Patti’s lips. She slurped, swallowed. “Thank you, Master.” “You don’t remember anything?” She shook her head. “No, Master. You know how I zone out when you wrap me.” “Mm. What do you remember?” “I remember you wrapping me and standing me in the window-” “Go back to the beginning. You know how I like you to tell me these things.” “Yes, Master. May I have more chowder?” ...
This story is based on an illustrated cover done for me by Andy.Latex The expensive envelope arrived with the rest of her mail and no stamp, it must have been hand delivered although she never heard it arrive. It was simply marked as being from ‘The Clinic’ in golden ink. In it the graceful penmanship the short letter offered Asudem a way to fulfil her deepest fetish desires if she would trust them utterly and to be at a specific corner in the city three days from now. ...
(story continues from Kimmy Doll) Kimmy Doll Postscript It took only a few weeks for the individual trapped inside the life-size Kimmy doll’s lifelike skin to almost completely forget his former life. Even had he not been pumped full of drugs on a daily basis by his captor, John Hupfnagel’s new daily routine as Kimmy gave him no time to dwell on his past or focus on his previous male identity. ...
(story continues from The Summer Project 24)_ Part 25 ‘Are you ready to be a good slave’ blared through Stephanie’s head like an air horn, making her jump in her bonds. Stephanie hadn’t heard the stranger come down the stairs, but she also admitted to herself that her thoughts were on other things such as what her captor would do to her when he finally returned. Now she would find out. ...
“Ok, Bob, where’s the fire.” James Bliss stopped short as he caught his first sight of his friend. Robert Wise had always been a healthy, energetic man, but now, he looked years younger than the 42 Jim knew him to be. At the sound of his voice, Bob looked up, smiling. “Fire? Oh, yes, sorry. I simply had to show you this right away.” For the past several years, the two had been friendly (and sometimes not so friendly) competitors. As scientists and amateur inventors, each was constantly trying to outdo the other. This had, at times, put considerable strain on their relationship, but it had also led to some serious breakthroughs by both. ...
ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...
The doors to the Chief’s private office slammed open with a force hard enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who had burst so expectedly into the Chief’s private domain. “Yes, Christina?” Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self-control. “I don’t recall us having an appointment.” ...
The doors to the Chief’s private office slammed open with a force hard enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who had burst so expectedly into the Chief’s private domain. “Yes, Christina?” Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self-control. “I don’t recall us having an appointment.” ...
Millie swallowed the water down that was offered to her. “Please let me go.” She whimpered staining against the chains that held her to cold marble slab. The woman dressed in white from head to toe took back the cup of water and stood at attention like some one just stuck a rod up her ass. Her bleach white hair had black tips that was cut short to just past the neck. ...
(story continues from Human Pet 2) Chapter Three Part 1: I, Robot. Devon had to go into town for basic supplies. He came back to find Cindy in the French maid outfit and the ballet boots trying to catch up on some long neglected housework. It was a challenge for her to move much less clean. She always was holding on to a broom or vacuum cleaner for additional balance. To make her house work more difficult. Devon added ankle weights and zipped tied them on. Cindy was in torment the entire day but her legs never looked better. ...
(story continues from A Special Gift) Part 2: The Good Purpose Two days had passed since my transformation into a pig doll. It was a permanent transformation and that meant there was no way back. Although I was still a bit worried about that. But I felt honoured to be the first person, who’d volunteered to be transformed into a doll. Paul fetched me almost an hour after my transformation. He was really pleased and looked a for a long time over my new form in the box. He opened the box for a short moment to plant a soft kiss onto my forehead. Then he closed the box again and disappeared with Janine into another room. All I could do, was to wait and hope, I’d not get too bored until something interesting would happen. ...
(story continues from Batgirl - The Return 7: The Next Plot)_ Part 8: Cause & Affect The weekend brought nothing new to report on any front, and Gotham City enjoyed a weekend of relative calm. As always, crime was in the news, as were the Caped Crusaders. But as of late, things were calm, and the exploits of the super criminals were in a lull, or at least the early planning stages. ...
(story continues from Part 12)_ ### Chapter 13 Cassandra could feel her humiliation burning all over from her blush. All she could do was stare down at her feet and wish she could wake up from this nightmare. After they dried her off, the strangers relocked the black leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists and the collar around her neck. She didn’t even fight the pear-shaped gag when pressed against her lips; she just opened her mouth and let them fasten the gag into place. ...
(story continues from Jane’s Story 6: Epilogue)_ Part 7: Transition They were sitting in the airport lounge. Jane was going to Florida, Geoffrey would swing through the Carolinas, get some face to face time with clients before joining her in a few weeks. “Uh, Sir?” She didn’t have to call him sir, she wasn’t on a leash, but sometimes it slipped out. “Hm?” “When I spent the day with Cindy, well, we, uh, did things.” ...
Chapter 1 Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror, trying to see if she could see the changes in her reflection. The girl that stared back at her was the same California blonde that had just graduated high school. Her hair was long with a slight curl to it and her eyes were an ocean blue. She still had a killer figure that screamed to be on a Hooter’s calendar. Everything in Stephanie’s reflection looked normal except for the ball gag fastened in her mouth. ...
(story continues from The Bronze Horse 7) Part 8 I became aware of my bladder being drained and a dull ache in my bottom, hips, jaw, neck etc. Minnie finished the enema and said no food till tonight then screwed in the ball back onto the pee tube. Zato came in and said I will do your arms today. I thought that she was going to put some metal bands around them or something. She got a thin slab of marble and put it on my back. Under each end she put a trestle to keep it steady. My arms rested on the slab. I felt her prick the back of my neck like Fred had done when he bound my arms so I suppose she was going to redo them. ...
(story continues from The Bronze Horse 8) Part Nine As the days turned to weeks the food went back to a more normal food of mashed up stew and porridge. Not being able to see was the worst thing. I could only hear what was going on. Minnie talking to me when she feed me and on Sunday when I had a rest day as the men did not work, I was kept up to speed on village gossip. I learned that they had nearly finished with the drill. It was now down about 67 feet and they hoped any day to hit water. ...
1. THE P.P.U. That morning the wardress left me in my tube, while the other convicts were being got up and prepared for their day’s suffering. I was filled with foreboding. Were they going to carry out the sentence at last, despite its having been commuted to a life sentence at the PPU? Or was some new punishment going to be added to those I had already accumulated, despite the blind, almost robotic obedience I had learnt to adopt lately. ...
(story continues from The Perfect Pony) Part 2: His True Calling The New Stable Kenneth waited several days before commencing Rainbow’s conversion program. He wanted to make sure that his pony had sufficiently healed before undergoing the severe physical and mental transformation. Rainbow had done very well during their weekends and holidays together. He had accepted his position and took well to training. But that was only because there was always the knowledge that the following Monday he would once more be human. He had something to look towards and it made things more tolerable. Now he would live as a pony every day, with no possibility of release. Kenneth had several other ponies over the years, but none of them reached the point where he felt that they could be converted. They eventually would rebel and make escape attempts. That was to be anticipated, but Kenneth was still disappointed that he could not successfully break them. That is, until fate delivered Rainbow to him. ...
(story continues from The Perfect Pony 2: His True Calling) Part 3: Lady Rachel’s farm Rainbow’s debut at the Greensboro Fair was a resounding success. Kenneth had been receiving numerous inquiries about Rainbow and his training. He had also been approached about possible stud service with several mares. Lady Rachel’s acquaintances had been told about Rainbow’s servicing of her former lover. He had narrowed these down to those who appeared genuinely serious about mating with Rainbow and not some who were only curious or fantasy seekers. ...