<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fpov on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fpov/</link><description>Recent content in Fpov on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fpov/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mirror and the Hallway</title><link>/stories/2026/05/24/the-mirror-and-the-hallway/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/24/the-mirror-and-the-hallway/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror. She had never used it before. This house was still new to her. It was his house. Except that now it was her house too. Just as she was now his. She would &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be his.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She examined her reflection. There wasn’t much time. Her hair and makeup were fine. The dress looked good, even if it wasn’t what she was used to. It was important that she look her best. This was a big night. Her introduction to a different kind of social position. One that was both more rarified, and at the same time far lower.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2026/05/09/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/09/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-six---the-hunt-ball"&gt;Part Six - The Hunt Ball&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a couple of weeks since the incident at Sam &amp;amp; Nic’s warehouse, where I had nearly ended up being sold, to be cooked and eaten at a festival by the crowds. It had only been Nic’s keen eye that she had spotted me hanging there in the storeroom and saved me from my ultimate fate. I was pissed off with Ollie leaving me like that after promising a weekend away where we could reconnect after my recent workload.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Officer Shifter at Spacer Bob's Fantasy Tours</title><link>/stories/2026/05/02/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/05/02/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-four---terra-seven-gamma"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Four - Terra Seven Gamma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Terra Seven Gamma is a desert planet. There is enough sub-surface water to sustain life, and here and there you might find small ponds that have water in them during the rainy season, but overall water is very scarce– and very expensive– on Terra Seven Gamma. That is why I was very surprised when Spacer Bob’s tour appeared at what appeared to be some sort of underground water carnival.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Officer Shifter at Spacer Bob's Fantasy Tours</title><link>/stories/2026/04/26/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/26/officer-shifter-at-spacer-bobs-fantasy-tours/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-three---terra-eleven-zeta"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three - Terra Eleven Zeta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything again began shimmering and it felt like I was slowly rotating. Had I been alone, I would have reverted to my Ophugalian form to better track where I was. The Ophugalia evolved from migratory birds and our ears give us a great sense of movement and direction. I was now, for better or worse, shifted into the form of a Nine Gammite who was sitting docilely in the crowd watching Spacer Bob’s exotic holographic tour. Even without my Ophugalian ears, however, I was fairly sure that we were, in fact, moving. I didn’t know how, or what technology was involved, but I was absolutely certain that we had somehow moved from Terra Nine Gamma to Centauri Alpha Six and that we were now on our way to Terra Eleven Zeta.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2026/04/26/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/26/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-30"&gt;Chapter 30&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took in the beauty of the countryside, we took a slow walk in order to fully absorb the area. Countless trees whistled as they moved back and forth, the leaves of their branches scratching as they clashed against each other. The luscious green grass covered the landscape, only broken up from the occasional collection of flowers, blues, whites, yellows and reds, each collection taking the attention of my sister and I, expanding the morning walk for a longer period.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2026/04/18/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/18/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-29"&gt;Chapter 29&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes slowly opened, allowing my bedroom to come into view. The soft, morning light from the window was just bright enough to illuminate the area, lighting the bed and walls just enough despite the darkness of the outside world. My hand travelled around me, gliding across the soft mattress and open blanket and revealed that I was alone in the room. There was no one else sharing my bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tape, Zipties and Hopelessness</title><link>/stories/2026/04/05/tape-zipties-and-hopelessness/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/04/05/tape-zipties-and-hopelessness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Finally, it was Saturday. I haven&amp;rsquo;t done a self-bondage session in months! But today was the day, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be called to work overtime and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to attend some hangout or other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An entire day, all to myself!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For some context, I rent a small apartment, which unfortunately sucks up a majority of my paycheck. I do not have the dough to indulge in much bondage equipment, but I did save up enough (money and courage) to buy a bog-standard red ball-gag, a thin collar and a venus butterfly a while back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/02/21/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/21/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-six---runaway-slave"&gt;Chapter Six - &lt;em&gt;Runaway Slave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="cycle-4378-day-201"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycle 4378, Day 201&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It has been almost three weeks since I was with my Master. I find myself almost hungering for him. It is as if I need him inside me. I find myself getting wet when I remember our last night together. I was so hoping that he would send for me again, but the very next morning he left on urgent business&amp;hellip; or at least that is what he told Mooreena, the house administrator, to tell everyone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2026/02/21/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/21/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My owner made sure to keep the volume down on the television as low as it could go, but not too low to be unable to hear what was happening on screen. It was a strange sight to see, Donna had very little issue before with people seeing what she was into, it was one of the first aspects of the woman we learnt when we met her for the first time.
That she was into a type of porn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/02/14/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/14/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-five---a-night-with-my-master"&gt;Chapter Five - &lt;em&gt;A Night With My Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="cycle-4378-day-183"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycle 4378, Day 183&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is excruciating. I want to run through the hallways and corridors to my Master’s quarters. I want to show him what I have learned and how my body has been&amp;hellip; improved. But Madame Loretta ordered lucida to lead me and lucida is a hobble slave. She moves so slowly and now she is moving even slower. I can’t stand it. His door is just around the corner but lucida is barely moving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2026/02/14/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/14/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow the silence worsened. Both Cleo and I sat by the side of our owner, resting our butts against the hard, wooden floor as Donna stood with her hands clasped together, sitting just below her stomach. The building had been so quiet since we had moved in, it was something we managed to get used to. However, the momentary removal of this Rita caused us to realise just how still and mute our new home was. Donna went down to brush her flowery dress from time to time, perhaps trying to dispose of a loose thread or a piece of dirt by the time the new woman returned to the entrance, either that or a slight gust of wind from the open door would allow the bottom of her dress to float behind her, before hitting the back of her legs once more; filling the silence with the sound of fabric moving.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/02/07/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/07/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-four---preparing-for-my-master"&gt;Chapter Four - &lt;em&gt;Preparing For My Master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="cycle-4378-day-183"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cycle 4378, Day 183&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This morning lucida asked me something I had never really thought of. I had to look it up on the planetary knowledge source to answer her. She asked, “What is a month?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had never thought of that. A month on Farpost is four weeks or twenty-eight days. There are seventeen months in Farpost’s solar cycle making a total of 476 days. Days are often noted as 78/01/16, meaning the sixteenth day of the first month of cycle 4378. But I had never thought of what a month was or why it has 28 days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2026/02/07/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/07/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-21"&gt;Part 21&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hello, you’re through to Heather.” Her voice crackled through the speaker on my phone, “I’m sorry I’ve missed your call, but leave a message after the beep and I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was another hot day. After a morning of work and looking after the girls, I decided to take a short break and take shelter inside a bush overlooking the bottom of the stables. The cool leaves that covered my body were a relief against the unrelenting, burning sun. The phone beeped, allowing me to answer the message from my friend.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pleasurebot Mistake</title><link>/stories/2026/02/07/pleasurebot-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/07/pleasurebot-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d been given the idea by one of my girlfriends; she had hired one of the new pleasurebots for her and her husband to enjoy one weekend; she told me that it had been one of the most enjoyable times in her life, the whole weekend was a delight and that she would be doing it again herself very soon, and she quickly recommended that I do this for my husband on our upcoming anniversary.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/02/01/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/01/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-three---_"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three - *Training to Please a Man_&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;#### **Cycle 4378, Day 169&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It has been over a month since my night with Master. I have seen him several times since then in the hallways here at the House of Burcroft, but I don’t know if he saw me. Perhaps I am insignificant to him. Besides, I am in training from the time that lucida wakes me in the morning until I stagger back to my bed long after darkness has fallen. I never realized there was so much to learn about being a personal sex slave.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2026/02/01/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/01/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7--the-reset"&gt;Part 7 – The Reset&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a break to be away from Nick’s store, he had kept me as just another one of his sexbots for just over three weeks, at my request I might add, but all things come to an end and Nick felt that I needed a breather from being E-001, and I still had my robotic postgraduate studies to complete. Nick had said that I needed to finish my studies and to ground myself back into the reality of life as Emma and not as E-001. As much as I would have like to just continue as another sexbot in his shop, I could see the reasoning behind his statement, even if I didn’t agree at the time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/01/24/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/24/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-two---first-night-as-a-sex-slave"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Night as a Sex Slave&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;####&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cycle 4378, Day 138&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night was wonderful in a very strange sort of way. Almost as soon as we started eating, Master pressed something on his wrist that looked like a very small watch and suddenly I felt&amp;hellip; empty. My mind diary was no longer recording my thoughts. I concentrated on the word “Status” in my mind and suddenly I could see the status display of my lifepack superimposed over the prawns I was dipping in the spicy sauce. It said, “Off Line” in flashing red letters.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>642, Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave</title><link>/stories/2026/01/18/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/18/642-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="prologue---_the-part-nobody-reads_642-the-mind-diary-of-a-judicial-slave-is-the-story-of-xandar-deurue-who-was-once-a-lowly-accountant-with-the-united-space-mines-office-on-an-ore-planet-called-farpost-then-she-was-convicted-of-embezzling-ten-times-her-yearly-salary-from-her-employer-and-sentenced-to-judicial-servitude-for-a-period-of-two-years-less-time-served-when-she-arrives-at-her-new-masters-house-she-begins-a-new-mind-diary-to-record-the-642-days-left-on-her-sentence-with-her-age-and-beauty-and-sexual-attractiveness-and-the-fact-that-her-mind-had-not-been-closed-to-sexual-enjoyment-by-the-teachings-of-the-angry-ones-it-is-no-surprise-that-master-karl-burcroft-has-purchased-her-as-his-personal-sex-companion-what-is-a-surprise-is-the-fact-that-she-is-totally-innocent-and-that-while-the-mysterious-madame-loretta-is-busy-training-her-to-be-the-perfect-sex-companion-others-are-busy-trying-to-get-her-totally-sexually-degraded-and-buried-away-in-the-mines-of-farpost"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue -&lt;/strong&gt; _&lt;strong&gt;The Part Nobody Reads&lt;/strong&gt;*_642, The Mind Diary of a Judicial Slave* is the story of Xandar Deurue, who was once a lowly accountant with the United Space Mines office on an ore planet called Farpost. Then she was convicted of embezzling ten times her yearly salary from her employer and sentenced to judicial servitude for a period of two years, less time served. When she arrives at her new Master’s house, she begins a new mind diary to record the 642 days left on her sentence. With her age and beauty and sexual attractiveness– and the fact that her mind had not been closed to sexual enjoyment by the teachings of the angry ones– it is no surprise that Master Karl Burcroft has purchased her as his personal sex companion. What is a surprise is the fact that she is totally innocent, and that while the mysterious Madame Loretta is busy training her to be the perfect sex companion, others are busy trying to get her totally sexually degraded and buried away in the mines of Farpost.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Mind Diary begins with the night that slave shishi loses her virginity to her new Master. It follows her through a second wrongful conviction which puts her in with the deviants and degenerates in the dark cells of Farpost’s prison and then through an abduction and third wrongful conviction that sends her to the depths of the mines as a shaft cart slave. She manages to survive it all because she knows she is innocent; she knows that she loves her new Master; and most importantly, she knows that her new Master loves her and will ultimately rescue her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Just a Jog</title><link>/stories/2026/01/18/just-a-jog/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/18/just-a-jog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="2--picking-up-the-pace"&gt;2 – Picking Up the Pace&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Heart pounding, breath ragged, legs fading, music blaring. Zoey could tell she had pushed herself too much. Her body was screaming at her to give up, to give out. It had been an eternity since she had last felt this way. &lt;em&gt;Can’t stop,&lt;/em&gt; she told herself. She keyed the metal music in her ear up again, a beep indicating it wouldn’t go any louder. Frankly, it was probably already blowing out her eardrum anyways, but she needed something to push her the last quarter mile. Something to carry her to the familiar place on the trail that always caused her anxiety. Usually, it was that faint fear of something bad happening to her, a predator, human or animal, springing from the dense underbrush. Today though, the spot carried a different weight. A mocking, self-doubting voice prodded Zoey’s conscious mind laughing at her foolishness. It told her she had let her kinky thoughts get the better of her, and some poor woman named Tara was paying the price. This had been such a bad idea. It was too unsafe, and with her years of disciplined self-bondage, she should have known better, but the situation had been too tempting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2026/01/03/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/03/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6--fully-controlled"&gt;Part 6 – Fully Controlled&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a crisp Tuesday morning, nearly a month since my weekend as Nick’s own sexbot, when my phone buzzed with his name on the screen. The memory of those days—displayed in his shop, stored among the Emma-bots, surrendering to the collar’s pulse—still sent a warm thrill through me. I answered, my voice already tinged with curiosity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Em,” Nick said, his tone a mix of excitement and caution, “I’ve got something really big coming up. An important client is visiting this weekend. He’s a regular, always rents one of my Emma-bots for… entertainment. Top-tier, discreet, and perfectly safe. I was wondering if you’d be up for something new. I know that this is a big step up from what you’ve done before, and you were curious about how it would be to be sent out as just another sexbot. So, how’d you like to be his escort sexbot for the night?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2025/12/26/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/26/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8-damage-control"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Damage Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The alarm sounded, but I ignored it. My body was a symphony of pain. Every joint, a muffled scream. The constant, oppressive pulse stretched from my shoulders to my fingertips, a cruel reminder of the punishment. I slowly got out of bed, dragging myself to the bathroom. The light turned on automatically, and what I saw in the mirror took my breath away. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t my body. It was a sadistic artist&amp;rsquo;s canvas. The whip marks were purple, almost black, on my back and thighs. My breasts were covered in bruises, dark and deep, with a trail of greenish-blue around the areolas. The pain, which had been only physical, transformed into an emotional wound. They weren&amp;rsquo;t bruises; they were proof of my humiliation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became a Hookerbot</title><link>/stories/2025/12/20/how-i-became-a-hookerbot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/20/how-i-became-a-hookerbot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After my studies took me nowhere, my prospects were quite dim: take a low paying job and work the rest of my life, or find something else. My friend showed me an advert for Maidbots, Inc. but I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to do domestic duties, then I found that they also have sexbots that they rent out, and the money was very good. All I had to do was sign and the conversion was done in a day, now I&amp;rsquo;m available for rental and it seems that I&amp;rsquo;m quite popular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Drops</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/drops/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/drops/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The world has shrunk into a single, throbbing point of focus. Every fragment of my existence drawn to the molten core of my desire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My nerves hum, taut and trembling, every thought consumed by the exquisite heat pulsing between my thighs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That cursed point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My body hangs suspended, face-down, an unfamiliar, disorienting angle - hips elevated, thighs spread wide. I’m frozen in time and space, open, exposed, offered to the quiet, hungry void.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5--the-weekend-surrender"&gt;Part 5 – The Weekend Surrender&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two weeks after the electrifying exhibition, the thrill of being Nick’s display star still hummed in my veins. The memory of standing among my identical Emma-bot replicas, the crowd’s eyes devouring my latex-clad form, lingered like a sweet ache. I craved more—more of the surrender, the objectification, the delicious illusion of being just another of Nick’s creations. So, by the time Thursday rolled around, I had to call him, my voice already tinged with anticipation, eager to explore my sexbot fantasy again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-26"&gt;Chapter 26&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The poor woman trembled with anxiety as I examined her body. A blindfold covered her eyes, blocking out all sight and making her completely unaware of what I had planned for her. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame my sister for being nervous, I had her fully bound to the bed with little room for release and I had not told her what I wanted to do, she was just glad to be rid of that metal contraption; even just for a few minutes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-27"&gt;Chapter 27&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, no! Oh, no!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I kept saying the same two words over and over as I finally gained the courage to leave the dressing room behind me. I closed my eyes and mentally counted in my head, when I reached the third number, that was when I pulled back the curtain separating me from the rest of the customers and ran towards the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The second after I pulled the curtain back, my arms reached around my stomach, holding onto my sides with as much force as I could muster to hide the chastity belt away from the public eye. If even one person caught the steel material shining in the unnatural light, that could have been enough to get everyone&amp;rsquo;s attention. It was impossible to know how anyone would react to seeing the tight belt around my waist. Potentially, they have the power to ignore it, or put it down to their brain&amp;rsquo;s imagination. However, it was the other possibility that played over and over in my head. The potential that someone saw it who didn&amp;rsquo;t take too kindly with my kink being on display to the public.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Found in a Suitcase</title><link>/stories/2025/11/30/found-in-a-suitcase/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/30/found-in-a-suitcase/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="one-original-chapter"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One (Original chapter)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My husband Blake returned home after a day at work to find the house quiet and empty, with his wife still appearing to him to either be at work or out shopping, he had the home to himself, or so he thought. Walking upstairs towards our bedroom to get out of his work clothes, then after kicking off his shoes, and after a quick call of nature to relieve himself, he entered our bedroom, but as he was walking around the bed in his bare feet he stubbed his foot on a suitcase laying there on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate</title><link>/stories/2025/11/29/roommate/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/29/roommate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is this?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I opened the small metal door revealing the content of my mailbox, I found a single letter stamped with the University logo. Behind me, students were buzzing around, living their life, meeting up with friends, and exchanging stories about their summer vacation now over. Me too, I was back, but I wasn&amp;rsquo;t as happy as they were. The reason was that I had shot myself in the foot at the end of the last semester.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2025/11/22/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/22/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-five"&gt;Part Five&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The past few weeks had been very busy, so my chances of spending time with Ollie were slim. We seemed to pass each other in the short time between finishing work and going to bed, to be up and ready for the next day&amp;rsquo;s busy schedule. Even my meatgirl fantasies took a back seat; I was missing being tied up and stored away, my naked body on display, just another product waiting to be sold. I think even Ollie was missing having me bound and available for him to use, so too, I guess, was Matt down in the store, as I had to turn down his offer to be tightly trussed up by his firm hands, though it was tempting to give myself to him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2025/11/22/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/22/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3-the-logical-punishment"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: The Logical Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night after her unsatisfactory masturbatory orgasm, Lindsey slept soundly. Despite the low-intensity orgasm and the frustration that followed, her body had expended a great deal of energy, and the calm that flooded her was one of deep, restorative fatigue. When her alarm rang, she opened her eyes and felt a surge of energy. In her mind, the memory of her first orgasm with Morgana still vibrated with intensity, and she tried to forget the disappointing experience of the previous night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2025/11/15/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/15/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-four"&gt;Part Four&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having been away running the meatgirl processing facility while Marjorie took a break, running the shorter program for women to experience the way that meatgirls were kept, stored and run down through the production line, I had returned home to find that Ollie, my husband and owner of the meatgirl shop that we live over in the apartment upstairs, was still away at some convention that he’d been invited to, I think the fact that it was being held near to a golf course may have swayed his decision to extend his trip.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound Beneath the Sands</title><link>/stories/2025/11/09/bound-beneath-the-sands/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/09/bound-beneath-the-sands/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="how-we-found-our-mutual-burial-fetish"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How We Found Our Mutual Burial Fetish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What started out as a bit of harmless fun fooling around at the beach while on holiday, turned into a fetish that both myself and my husband began to explore and enjoy, and revealed some of our secret, hidden fantasies to each other, that I enjoyed being buried and that he got great delight from burying me. It fitted in with me being more submissive in nature and him more willing to take control, he was always the more dominant one in our relationship, which was fine with me, and I was happy with letting him take charge.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2025/11/09/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/09/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-the-promise-of-the-holodeck"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Promise of the Holodeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The modulated hum of the Starfleet Academy&amp;rsquo;s morning alarm was the only sound that managed to breach the thick bubble of Lindsey&amp;rsquo;s exhaustion. She opened her eyes wearily in the dim light of her private quarters, a privilege she had earned as Professor Strong’s chief assistant. It was a space of enforced order and solitude, a small sanctuary of polished metal and soft light, perfectly designed for a programmer’s mind. From the window, the morning sky stretched over the San Francisco Bay, a canvas of pale grays and blues. The fog, thick and silvery, clung to the spires of the city and the graceful curves of the Golden Gate Bridge. Through the viewport, Lindsey could almost smell the salty, damp air of the sea, a fragrance that mingled with the replicator’s faint coffee aroma and the clean scent of ozone from the life support systems. The sight of the massive Starfleet vessels docked in orbit, their silhouettes barely visible through the dense mist, served as a stark reminder of the galaxy&amp;rsquo;s immensity and the seeming insignificance of her own troubles.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promise of the Holodeck</title><link>/stories/2025/11/09/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/09/the-promise-of-the-holodeck/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2-the-logic-of-pleasure"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Logic of Pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The modulated hum of the Starfleet alarm was the only sound that managed to penetrate Lindsey&amp;rsquo;s bubble of exhaustion. But this time, the sound didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like a painful interruption. The night before, despite the unease and excitement of her session with Morgana, she had slept for the first time in weeks without the heavy weight of stress. When she opened her eyes, the burden on her shoulders had vanished. Her mind, once a tangled mess of anxious thoughts, felt clear and efficient. Chronic fatigue had been replaced by an astonishing lucidity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound in a Suitcase</title><link>/stories/2025/11/04/bound-in-a-suitcase/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/04/bound-in-a-suitcase/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5-jeffs-new-slave"&gt;Part 5: Jeff’s New Slave&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My relationship with my husband Blake had changed it seems, at first we had just played with me bound and sealed away inside of my suitcase, and after finding me one day he had joined in and we both had fun with him using me for sex after storing me away, first under the bed, then in a cupboard and we progressed from there. Each time I felt more and more submissive towards him, and even allowed him to share me with his friend Jeff after revealing to him my secret fetish, much to our mutual delight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>And The Winner Is... Not Me</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/and-the-winner-is...-not-me/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/and-the-winner-is...-not-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Finally, home sweet hell,” I sighed under my breath, striding through the front door and heading up the stairs. My wooden mules clicked sharply against each step, echoing through the sorority house’s empty hallway. The denim skirt clung snugly as I ascended, my light blue cardigan slipping off one shoulder. I adjusted it impatiently, the ribbon choker around my neck suddenly feeling tighter than it had during my last class.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-8-halloween-special"&gt;Episode 8: Halloween Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am fleeing through the darkness, through a wood shrouded in fog, branches whipping at my body tearing at my skin through the thin shift I am wearing and catching my legs. I stumble on the uneven ground. The thump of heavy feet…paws…behind is relentless. I do not know what it is and briefly wonder if it can be as dark as my imagining, I do not know why it is hunting me, just that I do not want to be caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-8-halloween-special"&gt;Episode 8: Halloween Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am fleeing through the darkness, through a wood shrouded in fog, branches whipping at my body tearing at my skin through the thin shift I am wearing and catching my legs. I stumble on the uneven ground. The thump of heavy feet…paws…behind is relentless. I do not know what it is and briefly wonder if it can be as dark as my imagining, I do not know why it is hunting me, just that I do not want to be caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Most Notorious House In Japan</title><link>/stories/2025/10/28/the-most-notorious-house-in-japan/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/28/the-most-notorious-house-in-japan/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Momo, are you ready for the party at Sasame’s tomorrow night?&amp;rdquo; Rika asked me from her desk which sat next to mine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was our last Halloween in high school, and we were all eager to make it one to remember.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you guys planning to wear?&amp;rdquo; I asked, knowing that the choice of costume was a crucial decision for any high school event.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Brought To My Knees</title><link>/stories/2025/10/18/brought-to-my-knees/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/18/brought-to-my-knees/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I struggled to concentrate in all my lectures the next morning. Something had shifted inside me. Fear was in the background all the time, but I had woken to Luba’s soft golden eyes. And since then I had not been able to shift them. Weirdly I ran into her boyfriend, Piotr, who was studying in a different department, coming down the corridor. As he walked past, I did not know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of him fucking her up the arse. I caught myself with this new language in my brain, but then my heart went wild as I remembered Luba’s tears when Ludmilla had checked whether she had broken up with him. Did she love him? Was that jealousy?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sleeping Arrangement</title><link>/stories/2025/10/18/sleeping-arrangement/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/18/sleeping-arrangement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I watch as Byron goes about my evening routine. Making sure the latex catsuit is nice and snug, binding my legs together with straps and locking the armbinder on tight. He stroked my head with a smile, while adjusting the head harness and the big gag it held. “Nice and comfy?” he asked, not really expecting an answer… “Guess I should’ve asked before, huh?” He hooks me into the metal frame of the silo, hooking my head harness to the top of the frame, locking a ‘collar’ around my neck, waist, and ankles directly soldered into the frame… and just for show, tying the straps binding me off at a couple points.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2025/10/12/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/12/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We find the defendant guilty on all charges,” the older man said, his hands crossed as he gave the verdict.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A small uproar echoed throughout the courtroom, with several members of the audience standing up and yelling at both the judge and the jury.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The defendant, a young woman, sat back down on her chair and placed her hands over her ears; as if to shield herself from the loud noise. The judge responded to the attacks, slamming his fist on the desk in front of him before yelling at the guards, who all swiftly ran towards the audience and removed the complaining people.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spa Weekend</title><link>/stories/2025/10/12/spa-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/12/spa-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mia watched the sun rise through the suite’s bedroom window, the pale light filtering through the curtains, painting soft gold stripes across the room. She was exhausted. The buzzing between her legs had kept her up all night, and her head ached from the continuous, overwhelming noise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had lost track of the number of orgasms she had endured—&lt;em&gt;was it fifty-six, or fifty-nine? Or something even higher?&lt;/em&gt; She didn’t remember anymore. The pleasure had turned to pain, and now even pain felt dull and empty. She just wanted it to stop, for her body to stop betraying her, to have a moment of peace.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dominatrix Latex Genie Freed</title><link>/stories/2025/10/05/dominatrix-latex-genie-freed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/05/dominatrix-latex-genie-freed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had taken a 30-day cruise around the Pacific then I took a repositioning trip with the ship going from Australia to California. That would take another 3 weeks and included stops at small islands that cruise ships do not normally visit. My story starts at one of these stops.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Natille, Nat for short. I had just graduated college and was enjoying my graduation gift, the cruise, I had received from my family. They had all pitched in and bought it for me. When I was walking around the small island the ship was at, I came across an old lady having trouble unloading her car and carrying her groceries so I ran up and helped her. After making two trips upstairs with arms full of groceries, she thanked me and gave me a rubber ball about the size of a golf ball. The lady asked me to be as good to this as I was to her. I thanked her for the “gift” and left. I returned to the ship a few hours before we set sail so I took a nap so I could dance well into the night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Escape From The Wolf's Lair</title><link>/stories/2025/10/02/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/02/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-four"&gt;Part Four&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ah! I’m sorry sir!” Hana yelped as Lenix swung down his flogger, striking her backside yet again for the umpteenth time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Master! How many more times must I discipline you before you remember to call me ‘Master’!”&lt;/strong&gt; Lenix’s voice boomed through the dungeon, a mix of frustration and fury lacing his words. Hana&amp;rsquo;s body was a canvas of red lines from the flogging she had endured, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and exhaustion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/09/28/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/28/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4--the-exhibition"&gt;Part 4 – The Exhibition&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From my perch in the back of Nick’s shop, the world felt like it was buzzing with possibilities. The custom collar, its matte-black surface cool against my skin, had become a symbol of our shared adventure—a blend of tech and trust that made my heart race. When Nick called me a few days after our hotel escapade, his voice carried that familiar mix of excitement and mischief.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curious Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2025/09/23/curious-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/23/curious-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t long, after the straitjacket incident, before the status quo between Rachel and I became completely untenable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Keeping her overnight unlocked the temptations that had been growing with each session. She was too delicious not to enjoy. Her requests for rubber encasement were always polite, tentative even. In turn, the pleasure I took from binding, wrapping, and using her lithe, rubber-clad form was addictive. There was an illicit thrill from having her wriggling in a sleep-sack, locked in a chest, while I had my way with my clients. I told myself it wasn’t a distraction, but it almost certainly was.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Escape From The Wolf's Lair</title><link>/stories/2025/09/20/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/20/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-three"&gt;Part Three&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*BZZZZZZZT*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My head snapped up as a sharp buzzing sound pierced the quiet evening air. I jumped, my heart hammering against my ribcage. The sound grew louder, echoing through the maze, and I realized it was coming from the automatic lock on the inner gate. With a click, the heavy iron barrier swung open, creaking on its rusted hinges.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Getting to my feet with trembling legs, I turned around just in time to see Hana doing her best to awkwardly sprint out into the maze. The sight was both pathetic and heartbreaking. The high-heeled slippers made her wobble as she ran down the uneven grass path, her arms outstretched for balance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/09/20/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/20/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="twin-bondage"&gt;Twin Bondage&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Standing naked before Hanna and Claire, I was slightly excited and VERY curious as to what my Domme had in mind. Hanna was currently staring Alison down, as Alison protested Hanna’s last command for us to both strip naked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hey why me? Why not Claire? You can tie up Slut AND Princess and I’ll just watch!” Alison’s plea cut no ice with Hanna though and Claire crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Alison, It seemed Claire was still upset with Alison and honestly? I didn’t blame her at all. I think we all were.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curious Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2025/09/11/curious-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/11/curious-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the weeks progressed, Rachel dove deeper and deeper into the kinky world I had opened for her. In our sessions we tested her limits and explored her passions. She was voracious. All the enthusiasm I had witnessed in her work as a designer was equally as evident in her desire to experiment in my playroom. She had little tolerance for pain, be that flogging, clamps, or uncomfortable bondage. That suited me, while many of my professional clients liked to be whipped, or degraded, it wasn’t something I relished.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/09/11/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/11/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sighed to myself as I stepped out of the restaurant where I worked onto the street. It had been a long day in what had been two very long weeks. After last week&amp;rsquo;s girls night Hanna’s mood had changed. No longer interested in edging me, she’d simply pushed two Geisha balls inside me. The round steel balls were connected by a short chain and had kept me wetter than an otter’s pocket the whole week! The chastity belt had been locked over the top of it and that was that! She had withdrawn into herself, suffering quietly and apart from my nightly spankings had pretty much spent the week alternately sulking and grumpily cuddling me. Her own neediness, caused by her belt, had left her crying herself to sleep every night.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2025/09/07/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/07/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The weeks following Emma’s unexpected encounter at Nick’s sexbot store were a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of her day on display, the tight outfit, the collar, and the unintended activation that led to her servicing the delivery guy haunted her dreams—both in a thrilling and unsettling way. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being utterly out of control, yet there was an undeniable allure to it, a pull that made her heart race. Her fantasies, once confined to the safety of her bedroom, now had a real-world anchor, and that anchor was Nick’s store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Escape From The Wolf's Lair</title><link>/stories/2025/09/07/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/07/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CLANG CLANG CLANG*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Time to get up girls, I have your breakfast and your outfits for the day. Once you’ve eaten and dressed we will begin your morning exercise routine, Master Lenix will be returning this evening so you must be prepared for his inspection,&amp;rdquo; Charles announced from the other side of the cell doors.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A week had passed since Hana and I were first brought to the Lenix estate, and the reality of our new lives had slammed into us day one. Shortly after Hana&amp;rsquo;s forced video session he had dragged her away for the night while his butler Charles had escorted me to my cell. The cell itself wasn&amp;rsquo;t too bad, but the cold steel bars and the heavy lock were a constant reminder of my captivity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curious Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2025/09/06/curious-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/06/curious-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rachel took to rubber like a fish to water, even surprising me with how enthusiastically she embraced it. She pleaded and cajoled me until I consented to letting her take away one of my many pairs of latex panties, and a simple bra. She later told me that she was wearing them under her regular clothes for days, and if I am any judge of her reaction, no doubt rubbing herself to orgasm in them before she slept.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/09/06/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/06/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been an extremely long week for me. Hanna hadn’t been joking about her plans last week as she’d hustled me out into the night. I’d been edged repeatedly until I was a needy mess, spanked to tears on a nightly basis and generally tortured in various creative ways. I loved every minute of it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now it was Wednesday again and we were meeting up with the girls at Alison&amp;rsquo;s house. Our weekly meetup had originally been just for wine and games, but the last two months had seen it evolve into something far more kinky. I didn’t know where this would all end up, but I’d seen changes in all my friends these few weeks. When I got the chance I planned to talk to them about it!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Escape From The Wolf's Lair</title><link>/stories/2025/08/31/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/31/escape-from-the-wolfs-lair/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Sir, your SUV will be around momentarily,” the receptionist’s voice was a soft murmur that seemed to come from a world away as Lenix and I stood in the lobby of the Resort’s main building. The grandeur of the marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, and the velvet-covered walls served as a harsh contrast to the reality of my newfound ownership.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lobby was bustling with guests in their Halloween finery, a cacophony of their laughter and conversations with many of them showing off their newfound “prizes” on leashes. The juxtaposition of their gleeful banter with the heavy silence that hung around Lenix and it was a grim reminder of the reality behind the masquerade. My heart raced with each tick of the grand clock above the entrance, its opulent gold face seeming to mock the passage of time that brought me closer to my fate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/08/31/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/31/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Girls game night had rolled around again, as the four of us gathered at Alison&amp;rsquo;s house. The rules of the night were simple. Each month, one of us would pick a game for us to play and would play the first match of each evening. This month, to all our surprise, Alison had chosen edging of all things. The consequences for whoever comes first would be being placed into a chastity belt for an entire week!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curious Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2025/08/29/curious-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/29/curious-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The aftermath of Rachel’s first session in my playroom involved a long, luxurious shower for both of us - separately, before you make assumptions - and a large pot of tea in our dressing gowns in my well-appointed cottage kitchen. I needed to set some very clear, very firm boundaries between us, if this new exploration wasn’t to replace or subvert the close friendship that I’d come to enjoy since she came to the village.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Curious Neighbour</title><link>/stories/2025/08/20/curious-neighbour/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/20/curious-neighbour/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I first met Rachel standing in my doorway, a bottle of wine in hand, on a hot summer evening. She declared herself my new neighbour, and everyone else in the village ‘boring old farts’ whom she wouldn’t give the time of day to. She most certainly wasn’t my neighbour, outside of a most generous definition of the term, because I’d been very particular to find a property with expansive gardens, high hedges, a driveway landscaped deliberately to discourage prying eyes, and land round about which the farmer had agreed would never be developed for houses. And yet here she was, chaotic red hair framing her face, a cherubic expression on her face, and an enthusiastic way of talking that seemed quite impossible to deflect. All of my long-practiced skills at discouraging locals and cold-callers were utterly useless in the face of her positivity, and in the end, I confess that I simply cracked and let her inside.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/08/20/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/20/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You want to play &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;?&amp;rdquo; I gasped. It was Alison&amp;rsquo;s turn to choose a game and&amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;I thought you would want to play hungry hippos or something.&amp;rdquo; Wide eyed I met Claire&amp;rsquo;s gaze and she looked equally stunned, while Hanna just seemed bemused.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alison glared around at us. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s my month and it&amp;rsquo;s my turn! You going to play with me or what?&amp;rdquo; she demanded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another Wednesday had come around and it was time for the girls to get together again. The rules of the night were simple, each month one of us got to pick a game and would play the first match of each evening. The loser of that first match would spend the night tied up… and erm “played” with.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Taylor goes to Japan</title><link>/stories/2025/08/16/taylor-goes-to-japan/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/16/taylor-goes-to-japan/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1---the-great-con"&gt;1 - The great con&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kanne and I had become friends through Reddit after we commented on a cosplay post. I had more-or-less-randomly-by-accident clicked on her profile and saw she’s into cosplay and stuff. I like the costumes she makes so I sent her a message to tell her that and she replied a few weeks later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We exchanged a few messages and soon we were talking on iMessage and we quickly discovered that we really like each other as friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Woman's Role</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/a-womans-role/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="ch9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch.9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="suited-up-a-feline-feminist-freakpet"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suited Up: a Feline Feminist FreakPet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa woke up with Abby snuggled up beside her, when Carol entered the room early the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I see someone took my advice and got some action in before those g-balls wore off,&amp;rdquo; teased Carol, and Lisa felt her face flush. She smiled sheepishly, half embarrassed and half proud to have had what amounted to fully orgasmic oral sex with Abby the night before. She&amp;rsquo;d had to take a lot of ribbing about her resistance to submission, and Abby had made her &amp;lsquo;meow&amp;rsquo; and call herself a catgirl, but she&amp;rsquo;d gotten laid in the end.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been two weeks since I had been beaten by Kasia at chess. Last week I’d faced off against Hanna and beaten her handily. The rules of the games night are that each girl gets to choose a game for the month and then has to play the first game of the night against the others. The loser of that first match up will be tied up for the rest of the evening.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jennifer Discovers Herself</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/jennifer-discovers-herself/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/jennifer-discovers-herself/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jennifer finds herself lost in life. Unable to get over her ex-boyfriend Colin, she makes poor decisions and puts herself in bad situations. Until she meets her match on Tinder.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A silly side-story expanding on Jennifer, mentioned in &lt;a href="../storiesek/the_happiness_of_ella_bloom.html"&gt;The Happiness of Ella Bloom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="1---lost-in-a-spa-resort"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - Lost in a spa resort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been hiking all morning. Actually, I’ve only been going for an hour or two. But I’m already tired. My backpack is heavy, my feet hurt and I feel filthy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Serendipity Delivered to my Doorstep</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/serendipity-delivered-to-my-doorstep/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/serendipity-delivered-to-my-doorstep/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*CLANG*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Mmm…mmmph mmm uh!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes snapped open as the sounds just outside my box woke me from my uncomfortable slumber. I’m not sure how long we’d been in the truck before I fell asleep, but every bump in the road had become a symphony of torment as the cardboard pressed into my skin, each jostle sending waves of discomfort through my bound body during our journey.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eventually, somehow, someway I’d managed to drift off into a fitful sleep, my body begging for a reprieve from the constant barrage of sensations. The steady rhythm of the truck’s engine had become a lullaby, and the coldness of the cardboard a strange sort of comfort. But now, as the truck stood still, silent save for the jostling going on mere feet away, I came to and tried my best to maneuver myself into a position to get a look through one of the small air holes that pierced the cardboard.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girls Game Night</title><link>/stories/2025/08/03/girls-game-night/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/03/girls-game-night/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Wednesday night at Hanna&amp;rsquo;s house. Our weekly girls game night here had become a ritual for the last year, as our boyfriends went off to do whatever it is boys do. Football. Drinking. Planning to take over the world. You know, boy stuff. Meanwhile we got to have fun. The rules were simple: every month the game was changed and one of us got to pick which in rotation. This was my month so I chose chess. I’m really good at it! The catch was I had to play the first game of every evening and the loser of that game would be tied up for the rest of the evening and&amp;hellip;erm “entertained”&amp;hellip; wouldn’t want them to get bored would we?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pretty Rubber Toy</title><link>/stories/2025/08/03/pretty-rubber-toy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/03/pretty-rubber-toy/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="pretty-rubber-toy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty Rubber Toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I arrive home there’s a package waiting for me. I ignore it while I go about my usual routine: I hang up my bag, I go to the kitchen and get something to drink. I sit down on the sofa and check my phone for a little while, I catch up with some friends and scroll mindlessly for a bit. It’s almost time for dinner, but not yet. I ponder my options for a little while.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Laura and the VR Experience</title><link>/stories/2025/07/27/laura-and-the-vr-experience/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/27/laura-and-the-vr-experience/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="the-ad"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Laura was nothing if not determined. Having grown up in a big household of six sisters, she’d learnt from a young age to look after herself. After graduation she’d saved up what she could and moved to New York to study law. And while all her sisters were now either pregnant or married (or both), things like relationships, boyfriends, hell, even friendships were a distraction as far as Laura was concerned. An avid gamer, Laura had learnt to programme from a young age and used her programming skills to support herself while studying. She was determined not to have to rely on her parents, who would inevitably just try and have a say in her life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction Returns</title><link>/stories/2025/07/20/pet-correction-returns/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/20/pet-correction-returns/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…There will be a high risk of snow and ice throughout the entire UK this weekend. We have a yellow weather warning throughout England, Scotland and some parts of Wales, so make sure you stay up to date with the forecast for any changes. From Saturday into Sunday, we are expecting more snow as well as a high probability of heavy rain, so make sure to wrap up warm when you go out, stay in if you can. Back to Matt in the studio.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/07/13/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/13/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-21"&gt;Part 21&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The temporary retreat of the steam seemed to have made the real world issues I faced disappear. Despite the small size of the area, looking left, looking right and looking up was all just a large fog. The tiles on the wall were gone, the white ceiling could be barely seen behind the wisps of cloud, and the world behind this small structure seemed so far away. I approached the mirror, placing my palm over it immediately destroyed the condensation that coated itself over the reflective surface, I swiped downwards, which revealed more of the person looking into the object. My hair was still wet from the boiling hot shower, long, brown strands stuck to the back of my neck and my upper shoulders. The person looking back at me was a reflection I was familiar with, yet it was missing one big thing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Institute</title><link>/stories/2025/07/06/the-institute/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/06/the-institute/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-12"&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="a-weekend-alone"&gt;A weekend alone.&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After all the emotions of this week, I had decided not to go to the Saturday dance again. I wasn’t quite ready. I felt that I had to think about my career, my future at the Institute, and while the Saturday dance was quite the … ok, I had to admit it, just thinking about it made me aroused, I needed some space away to figure things out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unwilling Canvas</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/an-unwilling-canvas/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/an-unwilling-canvas/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright Fredrick, Gustav, lift her into place.&amp;rdquo; I heard Sonya’s voice from what felt like miles away. My body trembled as the two large men I had only caught glimpses of earlier that day obeyed her command. The metal pole was cold and unforgiving as it slid through the rings of my metal shackles and collar, the clank of bolts echoing in my ears as they secured me into place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="31-the-latex-league-needs-no-badges"&gt;31: The Latex League Needs No Badges&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="rilliana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rilliana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rilliana gritted her teeth as she listened to the lies being fed to the court and the jury. She looked at Summer and Ava sitting next to her. Ava had her hands clenched into fists and was staring at Sarah with dark, glittering eyes, while Summer&amp;rsquo;s shoulders shook. Phoebe could only shake her head and Rilliana couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So as you can see, everything was arranged with Mrs. von Nachtschwing, Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Wynters and my game show did not violate any laws or the contracts negotiated with the three women,” Sarah said, a cheeky smile appearing on her face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-20"&gt;Part 20&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The square had an eerily still silence to it. The sun hadn&amp;rsquo;t even risen at that point, but I already left Chloe&amp;rsquo;s apartment to start the day, there was nothing else I could have done as my brain refused to give me a long rest after the news Hamish gave me… how could anyone have a good night&amp;rsquo;s sleep after the news that their parent was soon going to die. I told Chloe everything that was said over the phone, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t exactly hide the information from the person who was lying in the same bed as I was, but she did her best to console me afterwards. No words were said for the rest of the night, but she held me close until she fell asleep on top of me… I managed to get a few hours afterwards, but it didn&amp;rsquo;t last long.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/06/15/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/15/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-19"&gt;Part 19&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My heart was in my throat. I played nervously with my fingers throughout the entire journey, watching the world pass us by as the minutes on the truck turned to hours, as Jade went through several states of tiredness and as the morning sun crawled across the sky. I had every right to be nervous, today was the day all the hours of training had been for, today was finally the day that I would audition for the Pony trials, it was a day of complete mystery for me as I was still so unsure on how it was going to turn out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unwilling Canvas</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/an-unwilling-canvas/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/an-unwilling-canvas/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*Bleep! Bleep! Bleep*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes snapped open to the obnoxious sound of my phone&amp;rsquo;s alarm, a pop song that seemed to echo through the room like a taunt. &amp;ldquo;Shit, shit, shit, how could I have overslept?&amp;rdquo; I grumbled to myself, throwing off the covers and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The room was already bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun, the curtains doing a poor job of keeping the light at bay.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cast for Hire</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/cast-for-hire/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/cast-for-hire/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="introduction"&gt;Introduction&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Kelly. I am 32 years old, and I work for a private orthopedic surgery group in St. Louis. Originally, I started working for a local surgery center as a scrub tech, but I transitioned into a rewarding job as an orthopedic technologist. My primary responsibility is applying casts and braces after the surgeon sets fractures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Occasionally, I change the brace or cast during follow-up appointments after surgery. When I first started ten years ago, we applied a lot more casts than braces, but with advancements in medical technology, I now only apply about two casts a day compared to the ten I used to do daily. I work for four different doctors, each with their own preferences for how they want their splints and casts applied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Post COVID Recovery</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/post-covid-recovery/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/post-covid-recovery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, chicks do watch porn! And I freely admit that my porn watching habit significantly increased when the COVID restrictions hit. And I got some interesting ideas that I wanted to try. Luckily, I was well stocked on items needed for many nights in self bound bliss. Good quality panties were up to the task but I did run low on the sheer nylons that I liked to wear most of the time (support pantyhose and opaques were fine but the sheers would run or rip after a few sessions of hard struggling). When you tie yourself as much as I do, well, my supply ran low quickly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-25"&gt;Chapter 25&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I watched as a ladybug crawled across the collection of leaves in front of me, I steadied my breathing whilst I examined how it crawled across the plants, easily moving from one side of my vision to the other, the last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally breathe too heavily and push it off it&amp;rsquo;s path. The bug had been the most entertaining thing that happened to me within the last ten minutes, I had spent most of the morning chasing my sister around this new playground we found ourselves in, we seemed to have lost Thea rather quickly, unsure on whether the woman genuinely couldn&amp;rsquo;t find us or if she let us roam around her parents garden as she went on to do something else. Soon, chasing Emily around became a struggle, the young woman managed to stay out of my grasp despite enjoying the chase and wanting to be captured by me; instead I turned to hiding in a nearby bush and then, waiting for her to crawl past, I would strike.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vanity Mare</title><link>/stories/2025/05/30/vanity-mare/</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/30/vanity-mare/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="11-to-battle"&gt;11) To Battle&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The call had come in the darkness of predawn, a rap on the door of my master’s chamber as I lay beside him, my wrists and ankles bound pressed against his body. After punishing me, he had used me well, roughly at first even as I sobbed with the pain of the lashing, the rampant hardness of his cock satisfying our mutual urgent need. I had offered him my tail hole too, knowing how men like its tightness and he had taken me here, his hands kneading my breasts as he rammed himself into me biting my neck hard enough to make me scream. Then, after binding me, he took me more gently, his hands and his tongue exploring every part of my helpless body, his lips tracing the wounds he had inflicted. I do not think I had ever known such gentleness, never been touched this way and I revelled in it trying not to fear that with every gasp of pleasure I would wake as if from a dream and find myself alone and unfulfilled in the stable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/05/22/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/22/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-18"&gt;Part 18&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Heather… Heather,&amp;rdquo; a voice called out to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I mumbled as I slowly woke, the painful sensation of leaving the dream world behind and returning to the real world stung greatly, my mind fogged up with memories, moments and wishes that I wanted true were replaced with the room that Nicole and I fell asleep in, this time the sun had gone down and the bedroom became very dark. The calming image of Harriet staring down at me was the first thing I saw, nudging me gently with my good arm until I was fully woken.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vanity Mare</title><link>/stories/2025/05/17/vanity-mare/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/17/vanity-mare/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="9-alliances-13th-june-1815"&gt;9) Alliances (13th June 1815)&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After he had taken me, the major lay beside me, his head resting on my shoulder, our breaths mingling, his limbs around me. His passion for that moment seemed spent and though mine too had been sated, thoughts of the way he had used me filled me with excitement; no man had ever used me that way and now, twice he had taken me, not as a pony but as his woman.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/05/11/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/11/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-24"&gt;Chapter 24&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The entire evening took an awkward turn.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Becky, Emily and I sat in complete silence as we ate the meal we purchased. The wonderful, comforting glow of the restaurant against the dark sky took a turn the moment we saw our boss having a meeting with a client. Despite the complete coincidence, it felt as if we were stepping on the store owner&amp;rsquo;s feet, looking behind the scenes at an event we were not supposed to see. None of us wanted to speak as the meals seemed to take forever getting to our table, we ate our respective meals without a single word leaving any of our lips, waiting for something to happen; anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vanity Mare</title><link>/stories/2025/05/11/vanity-mare/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/05/11/vanity-mare/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="5-crossing-the-channel"&gt;5) Crossing the Channel&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn’t all bad. The officer of the watch, who I soon realised was the first officer, was watching me intently despite the efforts of her exotic little pet busy entwining herself between the brunette’s legs and nuzzling her crotch with diligence. Furthermore, when I was led below I found that I was to be sharing a cabin with the major, albeit in a restraining stall. I guessed it had been refitted and the ensigns who usually inhabited it would be spending their nights in hammocks among the salts for the duration of our crossing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mature Dominants At Play</title><link>/stories/2025/04/26/mature-dominants-at-play/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/26/mature-dominants-at-play/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My two mature dominants referred to it as “down time.” Once a month or so, they would go out of town and recharge their batteries. Mr. Schmid’s favorite spot was an exclusive resort in Cancun, where we decamped to avoid the biting cold of a New York City snowstorm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So where do you like to go, Sir?” I asked Mr. Greenwald.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“French Alps. Love skiing. How about you, Lisa Ann?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/04/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-23"&gt;Chapter 23&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Girls… girls?&amp;rdquo; A gentle voice called from beyond the bedroom door as a hand knocked on the wooden frame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmmm… uhhh,&amp;rdquo; I whimpered as I slowly woke from my slumber.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The room was still so dark, only a small amount of light had come from the window as the morning sun began to rise and wake the world. I forced my eyes to open as the woman on the other side of the door knocked again before the door inevitably began to open. As I focused my eyes, the room came into view, the light from the hallway helped me see, although still startling to my waking eyes. I was laying on my back completely naked. Luckily for everyone I was covered with a blanket. In my arms was the sleeping blonde girl, her head resting on my chest as the noise from her mother failed to wake her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2025/03/31/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/31/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-22"&gt;Chapter 22&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a gentle moment. After so long stuck in that damn chastity device, I knew that both Emily and I needed this more than anything in the world. There was no Tanya, no parents and no Becky. All the events of the past few days were placed at the back of our minds, allowing us to enjoy only each other&amp;rsquo;s company for the night. It was more than a need, it was an addiction and an itch that needed to be scratched to calm my mind. I needed Emily more than life itself, I needed her body and her mind all to myself. It was almost as if I was losing control of myself, losing the little control I had of my life every second I was not touching her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Institute</title><link>/stories/2025/03/30/the-institute/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/30/the-institute/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7-rubber-and-paper-work"&gt;Chapter 7: Rubber and Paper Work&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I returned to the office Monday morning. I greeted Margaret and sat heavily at my desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Busy weekend? Shopping for the new place?” inquired Margaret.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hesitated. I … couldn’t talk about what had happened at the dance, it was just too embarrassing. “Oh no, I have to wait for my first paycheck for that” I said with a weak chuckle. “I just, uh, didn’t sleep well.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Divorce</title><link>/stories/2025/03/16/the-divorce/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/16/the-divorce/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm… mmm… mmmmm,&amp;rdquo; I moan into my hand, my cheek pressed against the cool wood of the desk as Gerald&amp;rsquo;s hips slammed into me. The sound of his zipper and the rustle of his clothes had been music to my ears just moments ago, but now it was just a backdrop to the rhythmic smack of our bodies colliding. His strong hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in as he held me in place, his breath hot on the back of my neck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2025/03/16/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/16/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="best-served-cold"&gt;Best Served Cold&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the city lights slowly receded in the rear-view mirror, glittering like a thousand tiny stars in the night sky, Morgan Nahas could not help but reflect on how quickly things changed as she made her way home, the roads winding their way into the quiet neighborhoods surrounding that busy core cast in almost impenetrable shadows and highlighted only by the glowing pools of overhead streetlamps and the harsh beams of her car’s headlights. It was almost hard to believe that November was nearly half way gone already when it seemed like just yesterday it had been Halloween but, as if cut by a knife, the pumpkins and skeletons and costume parties had disappeared to be slowly but surely replaced by the signs of the approaching Christmas season. More than that though, the evenings were growing colder and darker as the grip of winter slowly tightened and it would not be long now before the first snows fell. And yet, as much as she did not like the cold, the coffee-colored woman could not say that she minded all that much. Winter had also always brought with it the warm memories of cuddling up naked under the blankets with Alexis, sleeping in late on snowy mornings or huddled up by the fireplace drinking spiced cider on cold nights.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mature Dominants At Play</title><link>/stories/2025/03/08/mature-dominants-at-play/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/08/mature-dominants-at-play/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A year after graduating from high school, I began to work as an administrative assistant at a large law firm in New York City. The job title was a euphemism for a secretary. I was 19 years old and unqualified for the job. I could barely type and with my long fingernails painted red, I didn’t see how I could learn. But my father had a friend at the firm who called in a favor and got me the job. I’ll call that lawyer Mr. Greenwald (not his real name). I recall my father telling me how much he appreciated Mr. Greenwald’s assistance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Getting Him Off in a New Way</title><link>/stories/2025/02/23/getting-him-off-in-a-new-way/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/02/23/getting-him-off-in-a-new-way/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things that really happened to us, mixed in with a few things that could have happened; so there is some fiction here…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…There had been a motorcycle accident a bit after we were first married, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t his fault; a teenager had run a stop sign right into the path of his little motorcycle. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t going fast, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t going fast either, which was good as he likely would have been left much more seriously injured had that been the case. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t with him that day, although one of our friends was out with him on his own bike as I was out shopping for clothes with our very good friend Ken. It would of course make for a much better irony in an erotic story if Ken and I were sneaking out and doing &amp;ldquo;it&amp;rdquo; someplace, at the exact moment of impact, but we were just two friends out innocently clothes shopping together that particular day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2025/02/09/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/02/09/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-11"&gt;Part 11&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lara came with my dinner and returned later to pick up the empty plates. She was gagged on both occasions, so no conversation was possible. Her welts and bruises looked even worse, her eyes were red, and it looked like she&amp;rsquo;d been crying again. I felt sorry for her and tried to hug her, but she shied away. I guessed it was against the rules, and she didn’t want to earn yet another punishment. I didn’t either. I waited for Eva to arrive, wondering nervously what sort of mood she’d be in. At just after nine, she swept into the room and I immediately adopted the slave position, on my knees, head down, hands behind my back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/01/18/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/18/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-17"&gt;Part 17&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmm?&amp;rdquo; I groaned, everything seemed so white.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slowly opened my eyes to the bright room, a warm heat covered my body, making me feel much more relaxed than I had been in a while. I almost didn&amp;rsquo;t want to open my eyes and just live in the world of sleep for a moment longer. As the white blanket of the dream world faded, I was met with an unfamiliar room. Neither the ceilings, walls or any of the items within seemed at all familiar.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lockdown Lovers</title><link>/stories/2025/01/11/lockdown-lovers/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/11/lockdown-lovers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The first Thursday of November had arrived. Here I was, another dreary start to the week at university. I hated it here, but having finally made the decision to aim for my dream job after years of holding back, I opted to attend here and begin my studies for veterinary medicine. It meant leaving my home town, leaving my friends behind, but it would be worth it, even if I hated the general atmosphere here, full of immature students engrossed in a culture of drinking, vomiting and trying to gain as many sexual partners as possible.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2025/01/11/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/01/11/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-16"&gt;Part 16&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could still feel the soft touch of Saffron&amp;rsquo;s hands on my body, each one eagerly exploring every last inch of what I had to offer. The bound state I found myself in fully allowed every intent both of the women had, giving little to no resistance as they used my nude form for their own pleasure. All I could do was arch my fingers as several different feelings travelled over my body, my wrists being bound together allowed little more movement than that, my torso was constantly lifted up under the power the two women held and my legs were fully controlled by them, moving them into as many positions as they liked as if I was some sort of puppet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Marie and Mistress Jessica</title><link>/stories/2024/12/29/marie-and-mistress-jessica/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/29/marie-and-mistress-jessica/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well aren’t you a naughty little thing?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I giggled to myself reading that comment on my Fetlife photo. I’d written “Doms are stinky buttholes” on my breasts in lipstick and squashed them up to the camera with my tongue stuck out! I’d nearly made it my profile picture, but I preferred the one of my red bottom. I’d gotten it after one of Hanna’s punishment spankings of doom! Its dark red was such a contrast on my white ass and you could see handprints on the skin!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/12/29/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/29/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-15"&gt;Part 15&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I struggled to contain my breaths as my movements increased. I felt sweat begin to travel down my neck as I pushed myself harder than I have ever done before, I knew I needed to get better at this, I knew who I was right then wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough, I knew I needed more strength.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The trees whipped by me at a rapidly growing rate. The cool morning air flew through my hair, whistling through my ears and pushed against my tired body. I took two large breaths before my body begged me to cease all movement, involuntarily forcing my legs to stop in place. It was a much calmer morning, a collection of clouds covered the entire sky and blocked the world from the burning sun.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Personal Trainer</title><link>/stories/2024/12/22/my-personal-trainer/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/22/my-personal-trainer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…So what happens now?&amp;rdquo; a very sated and perplexed Master Henry asks; his mind perhaps seeking an island of normalcy in the sea of insanity and debauchery. He&amp;rsquo;s really not a bad man - a mere villain of convenience - despite what one watching at home might think based on the &amp;ldquo;show&amp;rdquo; he&amp;rsquo;s provided, with me obviously as the reluctant proverbial &amp;ldquo;whipping-girl&amp;rdquo; star. There&amp;rsquo;s also a kind of clarity that happens, post orgasm for men in particular, when men start thinking with more of their intellectual brain, and less with the caveman one, or to be a bit crude; the little head that all that blood was just rushing into. To also be fair, men aren&amp;rsquo;t the only ones to have this little temporary sexual insanity; so I recognize this change in his eyes for what it is, a &amp;ldquo;what have I done?&amp;rdquo; look&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maidbot Sentence</title><link>/stories/2024/12/17/maidbot-sentence/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/17/maidbot-sentence/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="1-how-did-i-get-here"&gt;1: How Did I Get Here?&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…The year was twenty fifty seven, crime had skyrocketed, the prisons were full, and space was needed for the more violent criminals. Society had already decided that coddling criminals didn&amp;rsquo;t work, after a series of violent and grisly crime scene videos were released to the public; only when these kinds of things started happening to the wealthy and connected inside their gated communities - as they were the only ones with things worth stealing - did a true solution emerge. It had been no accident, the elites had wanted to cause such behavior, upend society, but they foolishly didn&amp;rsquo;t envision that horror ever coming to their own proverbial neighborhoods…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pride and Prancing</title><link>/stories/2024/12/17/pride-and-prancing/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/17/pride-and-prancing/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="1-bryony"&gt;1) Bryony&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was still dark when Sam, the groom, woke me, pulling me reluctantly by my stable halter from the blanket where I lay wrapped in the warmth of Honey’s body. It was early autumn and the air in the stable was chill making my skin ripple with goosebumps and my nipples harden. Any anguish at being roused so early from sleep, however, was soon displaced, by the pleasure of Sam’s rampant cock entering me roughly as I knelt still blinking the sleep from my eyes and trying not to shiver.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/12/08/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/08/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-14"&gt;Part 14&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh… fuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes fluttered upwards as the seemingly small act stimulated me much more than it should have. Flashes of pleasure pulsated throughout my entire body with the slight teasing of my erect nipple, my legs slowly became heavier and parts of my body just seemed to go numb.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the smallest action, but the woman in front of me seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Her thumb waved over my nipple, bringing it more and more to attention. I struggled to breathe through my nose; I knew if I did it through my mouth, the gag would make a noise and let everyone know what her touches were doing to me. I wished it stayed at just one hand, but she must have noticed my deep breath in and took it as a sign that I was enjoying her actions, this caused her second hand to reach for the other breast and her fingers did the exact same thing. Immediately I felt an electrical sensation travel from my breasts downward, awakening my sex much quicker than I had ever felt before.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trapped in Self-bondage on a Health Course</title><link>/stories/2024/12/08/trapped-in-self-bondage-on-a-health-course/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/08/trapped-in-self-bondage-on-a-health-course/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For a woman, the fear of a sexual slip-up or even more, puts the brakes on encounters and adventures. So I&amp;rsquo;ve turned to self-bondage, which allows me to experience moments of BDSM. No one knows that I practise self-bondage or self-servitude because, like many people, I&amp;rsquo;d be too ashamed for anyone to know and I&amp;rsquo;d look like a madwoman.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I live in a flat in the centre of Paris, I don&amp;rsquo;t have a garden and it&amp;rsquo;s too risky to hide keys somewhere and go looking for them at night. Despite everything, I have a bit of an adventurous side. For over a year, I&amp;rsquo;ve been closely following the development of the Gîte des Fétichistes, and the stories published about people who go there on holiday and practise safe self-bondage make me dream. So I ended up contacting them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2024/11/24/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/11/24/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-9"&gt;Part 9&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“On your knees, head down, hands behind your back,” Eva snapped. Not wishing to risk the electric shock, I immediately got in position.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“In future, if not already restrained or in the process of serving me, you will assume that position the instant you see me,” Eva commanded. “Nod to show that you understand.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Tie her up, Gina,” Eva instructed, passing her the rope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, I was sitting on the sofa very tightly bound with my arms behind my back, elbows nearly touching, legs tied at knees and ankles and an agonizingly taut crotch rope between my legs. Rope criss-crossed under, over and across my breasts, squeezing and constricting them and adding to my discomfort. A large ball gag filled my mouth, and the straps cut into my cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Partying with Hanna and Emma</title><link>/stories/2024/11/11/partying-with-hanna-and-emma/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/11/11/partying-with-hanna-and-emma/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been just two days since Emma had left me tied to a park bench in the rain. By the time Hanna had arrived to rescue me, I’d been soaked through and tormented by my hair. Barely loosening in its sock bun, it had become a sodden uncomfortably heavy ball on top of my weary head. My tears, mixed with my makeup and Emma&amp;rsquo;s pussy juices, had been streaming down my face as she greeted me. Tears from the oppressive lust that tormented me, as my own wet pussy soaked my panties and my clit trembled and quivered demanding to be touched. Emma had left me a needy and humiliated horny mess!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/11/11/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/11/11/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-21"&gt;Chapter 21&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally breathed a long sigh of relief the moment the van pulled back up to the stable. My body was exhausted from a day of delivering parcels and I still had a long journey until we were back home.
The sun was beginning the descent down the horizon, bringing the beautiful blue day to a bright orange, looking as if the star had set the sky on fire. Whilst it was amazing to look at, the dark clouds floating above me began to make me nervous, realising that the weather might not be as good for the journey home; I was getting desperate to return Becky back to Tanya&amp;rsquo;s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Hospital Adventure</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-hospital-adventure/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/halloween-hospital-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…&amp;ldquo;What do you want to do for Halloween THIS year dear?&amp;rdquo; I asked my significant other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve got nothing, literally not a clue,&amp;rdquo; he responded back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel the same way to be honest, so I can&amp;rsquo;t find fault, I&amp;rsquo;m just not into it at all this year particularly. We simply don&amp;rsquo;t get near the volume of trick-or-treaters like we used to back before covid; there used to be easily a hundred, but last year that number was maybe fifteen total, to include the little ones on our block and their precious costumes though. It was at one time a great way to get reacquainted with the neighbors, just a fun party-like night, but if last year was any sign of the times we knew it would be all over shortly after dusk, and we&amp;rsquo;d be left with far too much extra candy in the house…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Devil's Course</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/the-devils-course/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/the-devils-course/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You are in a forest. It is night. The place is oddly familiar but you are confused by the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your arms are bound behind you and, when you look down, you see that you are naked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know that you are being hunted and when you hear the baying of the hounds and shrill wail of horns you begin to run.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The loam of the forest floor is soft and cushions your bare feet but you quickly realise it also saps the strength from your legs, hampering your progress, slowing you and fuelling your fear. Oddly, the fact that you are bound is comforting. Your lover enjoys binding you and you enjoy it when she restrains you. She is a skilled lover and when she teases you while bound, her cool fingers caressing your bare skin, tracing down between your breasts and across your belly, your body burns with desire long before the those slender fingers find their way between your thighs to stroke your eager sex and push your body to a pleasure that sometimes makes you scream.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>100 Acres</title><link>/stories/2024/10/27/100-acres/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/27/100-acres/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="welcome-to-the-tour"&gt;Welcome to the Tour.&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Today on the tour of our facility, as a potential Dom, you shall be getting the full tour.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The grounds cover approximately 100 acres, and include well maintained gardens, two-acre hedge maze, medium sized wooded area, outbuildings, workshop, even a small brook supplying a freshwater lake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The house consists of four wings and was built in the early 1800s with 15 rooms over two floors. Over its life the house has had many applications in the two centuries, from youth hostel, church, boarding house, even as a glue factory and mental asylum. All of them have helped with some of the unique activities of the current guests.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2024/10/27/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/27/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8"&gt;Part 8&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could feel the blades of the clippers touching one of my little toes and I lay as still as I could. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the stocky girl poised and ready next to the doorway and heard the click of heels on the floor as Jeannie returned. Seconds later, Jeannie entered and screamed as she was forcibly grabbed, thrown to the ground and was held with a gun to her temple. Eva let me go and grabbed a ball gag and rope out of the tote bag. A couple of minutes later Jeannie lay helpless on the floor, her hands tied tightly behind her, the large black ball gag filling her mouth. Not a word was spoken between our two captors as together they tied Jeannie into an excruciatingly tight hogtie. Finally, a rope was fed through a hook on the ceiling and round Jeannie’s wrists and pulled tight, stretching her even further and ensuring that she could not roll on her side. She grimaced with pain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ship's Queen</title><link>/stories/2024/10/20/the-ships-queen/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/20/the-ships-queen/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-nine-conclusion"&gt;Part Nine: Conclusion&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…I was left both hanging in my bonds, and dripping and drooling all over the deck by the time the nine Begorians were finally done with me; it was truthfully an experience like no other. This also left a biological sample of each of them filling me, and obviously overfilling me as well, not to mention the unique feeling of something hot being forcefully delivered time and again deep within my depths…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Forest Gamble</title><link>/stories/2024/10/06/forest-gamble/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/06/forest-gamble/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the start of the month, and time to make the spousal support payment. The only problem was that Laura, my ex-wife, was working at a summer camp way up north in the woods. She had told me I needed to drop the money off in cash Saturday afternoon at 3:00 in person, just putting it in her bank would not do. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t figure out why the specific time, then I found out that everyone else at camp was going to be on a trip, and Laura was going to be practically the only one there. Unfortunately with the divorce decree she could get away with that, but I could always fight it. Krista was real unhappy about all of this. She had the almost insane conviction that Laura was going to try something, to try to seduce me; if not to steal me back then to drag me through the mud over it to damage my relationship with Krista.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/10/06/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/06/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-20"&gt;Chapter 20&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, come here you silly thing!&amp;rdquo; Tanya said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Becky&amp;rsquo;s thin body was enveloped quickly by the large shop owner, with the young woman&amp;rsquo;s head being placed between Tanya&amp;rsquo;s enormous breasts. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t a normal day, I cannot think of any other time there had been this much hugging between us three. Becky herself wasn&amp;rsquo;t much for contact or touching in general, yet here she was, cuddling both of us as if she was saying goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/09/08/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/08/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-13"&gt;Part 13&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was going to be a warm day. The sun had only been in the sky for a few hours and already I could see the sizzling heat bouncing off the concrete road. I was already dreading the idea of wearing that latex outfit for most of the day, I was unsure if Beth or Harriet would even have opened the stables for the day, let alone allow the ponygirls to dress head-to-toe in that thick material.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Serendipity Delivered to my Doorstep</title><link>/stories/2024/09/08/serendipity-delivered-to-my-doorstep/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/08/serendipity-delivered-to-my-doorstep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I wiped the sweat off my brow as I placed the last mat back in its designated spot, the studio gleaming from my meticulous cleaning. The classroom had emptied out, the last of the patrons leaving with tired waves goodbye. I could still hear the hum of treadmills and the clanging of weights out in the gym, but the yoga studio was now a sanctuary of calm. &amp;ldquo;Thank God it&amp;rsquo;s over,&amp;rdquo; I murmured to myself, a hint of satisfaction in my voice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Being Naughty</title><link>/stories/2024/09/01/being-naughty/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/01/being-naughty/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…I love to hike in the woods, always have ever since I was a child, many times with my dog for both company and protection. It&amp;rsquo;s an amazing bond that one can form, and it may be terrible to say but I sometimes prefer the company of dogs over certain humans. So she&amp;rsquo;s a good dog with an incredible nose, but not what you&amp;rsquo;d call aggressive, although if somebody put their hand on me she&amp;rsquo;d probably get pretty nasty and protective. Anyway, where I live there are things in the forest that can potentially eat you, especially if you present yourself as an easy meal, and as insurance against that I not only have my puppy dog - with her very good nose - but also a revolver in my day pack, just in case.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/09/01/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/01/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re free to go.&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s words lingered in the air, causing the entire room to fall back into further silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Both Cleo and I stared deeply at the pet in the doorway, watching for the moment she would react to the news that she had been released from her sentence. However, that reaction never came. Her eyes stayed perfectly on the human as her brain processed what had just been announced. For a second, I expected Donna to begin laughing, stating that it was all a joke, but she kept a straight face the entire time, being much more serious than any of us had ever seen her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Exit Interview</title><link>/stories/2024/09/01/the-exit-interview/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/01/the-exit-interview/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4---human-resources"&gt;Part 4 - Human Resources&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Unngh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Unnngh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Keep it up whore…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uunngh&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fuck! It&amp;rsquo;s no small wonder why Wolfe wanted to keep youuu!&amp;rdquo; Oswald grunted, his hands audibly gripping the wheel of the truck. I closed my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his cock in my mouth. The steady rhythm of the engine and the movement of the truck lulled me into a kind of detached sense of reality. I&amp;rsquo;m here, but I&amp;rsquo;m not. I&amp;rsquo;m performing this act, but I&amp;rsquo;m not really a part of it and It&amp;rsquo;s almost like I&amp;rsquo;m watching from above, while my body continues to move on autopilot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Institute</title><link>/stories/2024/08/29/the-institute/</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/29/the-institute/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-the-new-job"&gt;Chapter 1: The New Job&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A large stone room with stone walls and vaulted ceilings. In it, a group of women, all but one dressed in black. They are wearing tight, shiny clothing - rubber? - gas masks, corsets. Not a single square inch of skin is visible. One is limp, barely conscious, several tubes and wires coming from her head and groin area. Her feet, clad in ballet heel boots, are dragging on the ground. The others are carrying her. The last woman follows, wearing red latex. Her face is blank, the only visible feature a zipper covering her mouth. She takes notes on a clipboard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/08/14/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/14/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;To say I was nervous was an understatement. I could feel my heart beating heavily in my ears, becoming quicker at a rather alarming pace. I was sure someone watching me from the outside of the suit could have easily seen my heart beating against my chest. Though, it was all understandable. It was an uncomfortable and scary situation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It hadn&amp;rsquo;t been that often Cleo, Poppy and I had seen the world outside the property. It had only been a handful of times and that was only to have a quick shop for some items. Donna never liked the thought of us being alone in the house whilst she was outside and she always saw it as a good thing that we were in the public, being sociable with normal people.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Asylum</title><link>/stories/2024/08/14/rubber-asylum/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/14/rubber-asylum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My name is Becky Jackson. I am half owner of a fetish magazine / website and a reporter. I am known for unbiased reporting and product reviews. Since I love being tied up, I enjoy trying out new things and I normally have no shortage of products and services to choose from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After hanging out in the city&amp;rsquo;s fetish community I had heard and read several stories and seen even more comics about a place called The Rubber Asylum. The stories go: this place is an organization where people, not all voluntary, go to experience behavior modification through intense rubber, bondage and sexual training. The stories of the experience are always intensely sexual and get the desired results. With all the stories out there, I decided to look into it, on the side of course. Imagine my surprise when I found out a place like that really existed. I started looking into it more thoroughly and discovered that most of the stories were, at least, partially accurate. They did everything the stories talked about but only to willing participants that knew what was going to happen. Naturally I called and made an appointment for an interview and possibly a tour.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2024/08/07/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Aug 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/08/07/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alice and I had put Eva into slave storage a couple of hours ago after she’d tidied away the breakfast dishes. She was naked, lying on a mattress in the spare room with her hands bound behind her back and ankles tied together. She was kept in place by a short rope tying her collar to a pipe next to the wall.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good morning slave,” said Jeannie as we entered the room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Exit Interview</title><link>/stories/2024/07/27/the-exit-interview/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/07/27/the-exit-interview/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3---headhunted"&gt;Part 3 - Headhunted&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sighed as I stretched my bound limbs, feeling the smooth coolness of leather around my wrists, ankles, and neck. The soft fabric of the black lace teddy clung to my skin, the tight grip of plastic that kept my feet strapped inside a pair of black 5 inch platform high heeled sandals. Another day, another hour and another morning in this godforsaken place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been six weeks since I had accidentally stumbled upon David&amp;rsquo;s embezzling, and since then, my life has taken a drastic turn for the worse. I never knew what each day might bring, maybe today after waiting for David to return from the office I&amp;rsquo;d endure hours of mind numbing sex that would leave me exhausted and purring like a cat. Maybe David would spend the day working from home while I spent endless hours chained under David&amp;rsquo;s desk in his office, being forced to gag on his hard cock as he attended online meetings and went through paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/07/14/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/07/14/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-19"&gt;Chapter 19&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One…last… time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was an agreement that my sister and I made when we first started getting serious about each other. That one day, she would become my slave full time. She would wear the collar pretty much all the time, she would be more than happy to do everything I commanded and I would always take charge. However, it was clear that she had to get something out of the way first and that was her education, only after that, then she would forfeit her freedom to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Marie and Mrs Stamford</title><link>/stories/2024/06/23/marie-and-mrs-stamford/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/23/marie-and-mrs-stamford/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was bored after work. It hadn’t been a busy day, the tourist season was over and the business was getting quiet. I had been sent home early and looking around my room I wondered what I should do next. My room was a double bedroom in a shared house with three other girls. We were all lodgers of our landlady Mrs Stamford, who had converted her house after her husband had passed away. She’d turned the downstairs into one big flat for herself and the four bedrooms upstairs were each rented out to one of us girls. We had a shared bathroom on the top floor between us, but no kitchen: In my room I had a microwave and a small fridge. That alongside a wardrobe, a dresser and a desk for my laptop was what I called home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Marie and Mrs Stamford</title><link>/stories/2024/06/23/marie-and-mrs-stamford/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/23/marie-and-mrs-stamford/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Trudging home from work, I had my head down and felt miserable. It had been a rough day, abusive customers, low tips and Gillian, my boss, had been making noises that she might permanently reduce my hours for the winter. I’d been locked in my chastity belt now for nearly nine weeks and my neediness had been gradually simmered away. I felt different, like I had surrendered inside and I wasn’t sure I liked it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Late Night Ocean Skinny-Dip</title><link>/stories/2024/06/08/late-night-ocean-skinny-dip/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/08/late-night-ocean-skinny-dip/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…It was a little bit fun, a little bit crazy, but the ocean was particularly warm for this late in the season, and almost all the tourists were thankfully gone for the year. That left us locals… Between Memorial Day and Labor Day ‘they’, meaning the endless tourists, felt a bit like an invading army, but they were also the lifeblood of the local economy too, so a little bit good, a little bit bad, all at the same time. The beach was once again ours though, just us, and the very early morning surf-casting fishermen a few hours from now; no daily passes to be paid for, but no lifeguards either.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2024/06/02/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/02/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I lay on the cold concrete floor, naked and helpless. My hands were tightly tied behind my back. My ankles were roped together with a foot of slack between them. A heavy metal collar was locked round my neck and attached by a short chain to a ring on the floor. The room was dark and windowless, the only light coming in from the cracks around the door to the adjacent room.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/06/02/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/06/02/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-12"&gt;Part 12&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shit, shit shit!&amp;rdquo; Jade kept yelling to herself as she sped down the country roads.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The day had only just begun and already I was exhausted. Staying awake nearly the whole night with Jade and then spending the morning being teased with her tongue burned out pretty much all my energy before we even got to the stables. Although, I did not mind too much as it showed how much the dark haired girl craved my body, she took alot of pleasure in drawing out my torture, making me wait for any pleasure she can give me, either that or make the experience almost unbearable as she heightened all my senses with her tease and denial techniques.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leather Miniskirt</title><link>/stories/2024/05/26/leather-miniskirt/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/26/leather-miniskirt/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rekka watched the crowd stream into the auditorium. It wouldn’t be long until all of the 1,000 seats were filled, she estimated. She was with her parents to celebrate her brother’s graduation from law school. Haruto had worked hard and it was time to honor his accomplishment. The students walked in groups of about 20 from the front rows to the stage. Rekka and her parents cheered as Haruto shook hands with the law school dean and received his diploma. There were about 200 more students to go, however. Rekka took a deep breath and reminded herself to be patient, but soon gave up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/05/26/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/26/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8"&gt;Part 8&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I woke up with a jolt. Coming to the realisation that I was still locked within the small cage. With all my heart, I wanted to tell myself that I was not far from being released from my second cell, I wanted to say that I counted everyday the sun had risen and fallen, but I had completely lost track of time. I had forgotten everytime I had seen the morning beams come through the holes in the shed, I had forgotten how many times Donna took me out of the cage to relieve myself and I&amp;rsquo;ve lost count of the amount of times I had fallen asleep. I blamed the pet brain, focusing on the here and now was mentally draining, I did not want to think about anything else but what was happening to me at that moment as I knew I would panic the moment I began to think.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/05/18/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/18/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-11"&gt;Part 11&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the most beautiful place i had ever been in, Jade really knew how to pick her restaurants. It was the end of a very long day, the sun had already been down for many hours but the nightlife of the city was only just getting started. Even though the city was just waking up, the destination that Jade decided on was a lovely, quiet little restaurant, hidden away down a small alley.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Maid Fucklips</title><link>/stories/2024/05/18/the-maid-fucklips/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/18/the-maid-fucklips/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I FIND MYSELF crying over my rotten luck for the first time in months. This is why I usually try to avoid thinking of anything beyond my present concerns.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I take a moment to compose myself. Then I turn around and realize Galasso is leaning against the doorframe of the suite I’ve been cleaning and I jump about a foot. How long has he been there?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s a girl lurking behind him, too - it’s Candy. She’s allowed to give me orders, but right now she’s just standing behind Galasso with a neutral expression. She’s a short, small woman, her strawberry blonde hair in a long braid. She has nothing on but high heels and a pair of gauzy pink panties wet with cum, and her arms are in a box tie behind her back, which thrusts her B-cups front and center. Given Galasso is shirtless it’s safe to assume the two were fucking just a few minutes ago.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Property of Dana and Tracy</title><link>/stories/2024/05/18/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/18/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="4-show-time-ii"&gt;4: Show Time II&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…I tried to follow our journey with the very limited visibility that I now had, but my active mind soon had little to crunch over, so I drifted mentally, like a boat untied from its moorings, or perhaps a slave accidentally detached from her indoor run. I realized that without knowing where we were going, nor how exactly we got there, any of the humans in charge of me could so easily maroon me. I&amp;rsquo;d be like a helpless abandoned castaway, and impossibly grateful if one day I was rescued. That was my level of commitment here, for the next few hours at least I was living this adventure, even if I suddenly decided that I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/05/11/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/11/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-18"&gt;Chapter 18&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Happy birthday, Baby,&amp;rdquo; a voice came from beside me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I felt like I was awake but my eyes refused to open, I felt as if I was so tired that I could go back to sleep within seconds. Even though my eyes were still closed, I could tell it was still dark out as the room was pitch black with no natural light shining through the window.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmmm…&amp;rdquo; I said to agree, making myself more comfortable on the chest I was sleeping on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Maid Fucklips</title><link>/stories/2024/05/11/the-maid-fucklips/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/11/the-maid-fucklips/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’M SCRUBBING THE soap scum from a scumbag’s bathtub when I hear a chime from my earpiece. Then Mistress’ voice: “Fucklips, please drop what you’re doing and hurry on over to the parlor in the front wing. Bring a restraint cart - one with a chair.” Mistress’ voice is calm and easy, but I know better than to think she’s not serious when she says to hurry. I tuck my rag and cleaning spray into the plastic basket I carry when I’m on janitorial duty.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Then It Probably Is</title><link>/stories/2024/05/05/then-it-probably-is/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/05/05/then-it-probably-is/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Come on Jerry! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Come on think about it, when else will I have the chance to not only get all the equipment I need but also the space and chance to learn from real artists!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bunny, your parents made their wishes very clear in their will, which was you needed to finish college before you can claim your inheritance and I&amp;rsquo;m not about to let you throw it away on some silly… little… dream…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Nature Walk</title><link>/stories/2024/04/28/nature-walk/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/28/nature-walk/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="getting-ready"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The small camping site where the paved road ended was deserted, as usual for this time of year. It was late Sunday night, when everyone was home, so a perfect time for an outdoor stroll. There was a three-quarters moon providing a decent amount of light, without the need for flashlights to light the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was one of my favorite places. It was quiet, secluded and unspoiled by manmade structures, other than the rest area. Why the County had built a road out here, and added a modest camping area, was a mystery. Fortunately the road was still maintained, including a single lane dirt road that wound further out into the desert valley. That road didn’t go anywhere. It eventually deteriorated into barren desert. It was graded, at least for the first five miles, which made it ideal for walking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/04/28/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/28/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please don&amp;rsquo;t make this difficult for me, Nala,&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s pleading voice came from the entrance of the cage, &amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t had anything in a whole day, I&amp;rsquo;m really worried about you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like I could hide away from my owner, I was stuck in a tiny cage and she was standing over it with the two canisters nearby, one was for food and the other was water. I laid down on the cold floor of my cell, my arms crossed with my head resting on them. I had my eyes closed, there was no point having them open as all I would have been able to see was the inside wall of the shed, I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to move my head to give Donna any indication that I cared about her presence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/04/21/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/21/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-17"&gt;Chapter 17&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I did not know whether I wanted to laugh or cry, the fact that I got myself into this situation was a testament of my love for my sister. It had been nearly a year since I had arrived at the new house, where I&amp;rsquo;ve explored my sexuality and my fetishes for latex and pet play. During that time we have even brought other people into our sexual world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/04/07/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/04/07/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10"&gt;Part 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sighed as I fell back onto my bed, holding the towel tight against my body. Jade was going to be here any minute and I was struggling to think of what to wear. I searched every drawer, even getting to the point of checking my suitcase if I had left anything in there. However, as much as I wanted to deny it, I had nothing to wear for this evening.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/03/09/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/09/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-16"&gt;Chapter 16&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a long time coming, for the first time in ages, I was completely naked, no clothes, no collar and definitely no chastity belt. My hands began exploring all parts of my body as I breathed out slowly, it was an odd feeling being this bare.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was loving this moment, the bathroom door was locked and I was standing in the bathtub, the hot beads of water fell from the shower head onto my body, adding to this addictive moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ship's Queen</title><link>/stories/2024/03/09/the-ships-queen/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/03/09/the-ships-queen/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-eight-prisoner-of-the-xlant-ii"&gt;Part Eight: Prisoner of the Xlant II&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…The unyielding frame I had been attached to wasn&amp;rsquo;t going anywhere, and I felt like a part of this inanimate object because of this, my rotations eventually coming to a near frictionless stop. In other words I was little more than a thing, really a thing trapped within a thing; almost like a butterfly caught in a hungry spider&amp;rsquo;s web. If not quite a device myself, then something affixed and mounted to that device, and therefore still an integral part of it. I had been an actual new crew member onboard the Fortunate, at least for a very short period of time, but then I had been made - or one could say remade - into something much more fantastic and useful for the crew to use; and use me they did! I&amp;rsquo;d been used before though, so the precedent had already been set, but I digress. Anyway, this almost made me a technological accessory device aboard the Fortunate as well, perhaps an organically breathing and desired one - maybe even a needed one to help maintain a highly skilled crew at peak efficiency - but this is the direction my mind drifted towards when it was quiet and I could think just a bit introspectively.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Property of Dana and Tracy</title><link>/stories/2024/02/11/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/11/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="3-show-time"&gt;3: Show Time&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;…A playful thought invades my mind out of nowhere; if Dennis and I ever became a permanent thing, could he fit our own humble home with a similar fire suppression device, one to keep me &amp;ldquo;on track&amp;rdquo; while in submissive service to him? It&amp;rsquo;s odd to me that what at first felt &amp;ldquo;over the top&amp;rdquo; has turned into a thing of familiar comfort though, physically anchored not only to the friends that I love, but to their home as well; I also realize that I&amp;rsquo;ve been conditioned over a great many of my early informative years to this very thing, but still…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Computer Controlled Asylum</title><link>/stories/2024/02/02/computer-controlled-asylum/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/02/02/computer-controlled-asylum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“I HAD FINALLY DONE IT!” I thought to myself. A few weeks ago, I hit the largest lottery ever. After hitting it I bought a large plot of land in the northern Rocky Mountains. I ordered a house built on the land and thanks to modern building technology, it was already completed. Sorry, I am getting ahead of myself. The year is 2104. After a series of technological leaps and the invention of practical space travel people were looking to the moon, Mars and IO for colonization, forgetting about the Earth. That’s how I was able to buy the land and get the house built so quickly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mirror in the Dark</title><link>/stories/2024/01/21/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/21/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My whole body ached, and my jaw throbbed painfully. I had been confined in a cage beneath the shade of a mighty oak tree for several hours. Thankfully, the weather was pleasant, with only a gentle breeze, and Captain Mighty&amp;rsquo;s shade provided some relief.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We ought to add a few cushions to the cage before using it again. The bottom was constructed from the same lightweight bars as the rest of the structure, a practical design but hardly comfortable for extended use.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2024/01/21/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/21/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, hey, hey,&amp;rdquo; Donna&amp;rsquo;s voice called out to me, it was quiet, calm and barely a whisper, as if she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to wake anyone else apart from me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmm, what?&amp;rdquo; I responded, just waking up from a lovely dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nala, stay quiet, I don&amp;rsquo;t want to disturb Cleo or Poppy just yet&amp;rdquo; She tugged on my arm, trying to get me out of the bed, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s time to go back into the suit.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Exit Interview</title><link>/stories/2024/01/21/the-exit-interview/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/21/the-exit-interview/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2---severance-package"&gt;Part 2 - Severance Package&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soaring through the air, I joyously fluttered about the jungle foliage, my glistening feathers reflecting the sun&amp;rsquo;s rays like tiny prisms of light. I let vibrant melodies fill my heart with joy, and my songs spread throughout the canopy. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of awe that such beauty could exist in this wild place, and I marveled at the lush vibrant green of my surroundings.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Knotty Proposal</title><link>/stories/2024/01/14/a-knotty-proposal/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/14/a-knotty-proposal/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Do you remember the night that you proposed?” Amy whispers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ella is laying on top of her. The two women are nestled together on a sofa, covered in an avalanche of blankets and quilts. A few strategically placed cushions have transformed the heap of blankets into a makeshift shelter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ella shifts her weight, turning her body to look at her partner. Amy winces as an elbow presses deep into her stomach. The pain subsides when Ella settles, draping herself across her lover’s body. They gaze at each other, nearly nose to nose. Neither pay attention to the buzzing television.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mirror in the Dark</title><link>/stories/2024/01/14/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/14/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I opened my eyes feeling sore, but well rested. The room was dark, I was laying in bed but had no idea which part of the house I was in and what time it was. I must have drifted off after our little session yesterday. I tried to move my hands, but found them still tied behind my back. Light pressure on my neck let me know that the collar was also still on. I was very thirsty and my bladder was also reminding me that I needed to take care of business.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2024/01/14/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/14/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-15"&gt;Chapter 15&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ahhhh!&amp;rdquo; I yelled to myself before falling back into the bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I placed my hands over my sweating head, I have tried for hours, I have tried for days to get some form of sensation down there. I didn&amp;rsquo;t care about anything else apart from the indescribable feeling of release, an orgasm.
It was a simple task, something I had done many, many times before on my own and was very easy to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/01/09/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/09/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-9"&gt;Part 9&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My heart was in my throat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I spent the entire morning bringing up the courage to come to the stables, to see the green pony once more after that message she sent me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A tingle shot through me every time I thought about it, thought about her. All this time, this entire year of spending nearly everyday at these stables, I have not once spoken directly to Lily. I did not even know what her voice sounded like before Heather played the message to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Personal Trainer</title><link>/stories/2024/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…I&amp;rsquo;d been left impossibly off balance by the unanticipated turn of events so far - but who could blame me - although I&amp;rsquo;m here now, immersed in and living this experience first hand to the best of my abilities; adjusting to this new reality with little choice otherwise. In my mind submission didn&amp;rsquo;t come naturally to me, but here I am, from machine owner to a machine&amp;rsquo;s virtual slave, all in a very rough day; it was a lot of proverbial ground to cover when one stopped to contemplate such. Being kept perpetually naked in my own home with several closets full of wonderful things to wear on the top floor was of course a second humbling thing to adjust to. To be honest though, even just catching a glimpse of my naked reflection in a mirror was just awful; mirrors something to be avoided or rushed past, especially now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/12/29/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/29/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning!&amp;rdquo; Donna almost strutted out of her house and immediately walked up to me and Poppy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were in the middle of our usual routine, sitting on the outskirts of the property, waiting for the delivery man to come by. If we were lucky, we would get some head scratches in the process.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Little did I know that the head scratches came from our owner, with one hand on my head and the other on Poppy&amp;rsquo;s, she took in delight as she petted us at the same time, not going easy on how enthusiastic she was with them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Side Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/12/17/leon-city-side-stories/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/17/leon-city-side-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-vale-alone"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 Vale Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally got home after a long day and flopped down on my bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Another free weekend,&amp;rdquo; I muttered, staring at the ceiling. I was alone in my own four walls, had so much space and yet most of the time I was lying, curled up on my bed or sofa, sometimes just the floor. Freedom was something I hadn&amp;rsquo;t felt in a long time. And now that I could do whatever I wanted, I just lay on my bed and did nothing. For the first few months, I had thought that if I ever got free from slavery again, I would enjoy life to the fullest. It was true, too. I did more things, met more people, and overall had a happier life than before, but once I was home… I was alone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/12/17/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/17/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, are you awake?&amp;rdquo; A voice woke me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have said I was fully asleep, I mostly had my eyes closed and my brain was slowly beginning to drift off, being disrupted did not come at any inconvenience at this stage. The living room was dark. Donna and Poppy had disappeared into the bedroom just less than an hour ago and I could already hear the woman snoring quietly and the quiet whistle of Poppy&amp;rsquo;s breathing, telling me she was asleep too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mirror in the Dark</title><link>/stories/2023/12/10/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/10/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello, my name is Alice Turner, and I&amp;rsquo;m here for my appointment,&amp;quot; I introduced myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The clerk at Clone Unlimited Corp gave me a puzzled look and then glanced down at her monitor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, yes, right… Ms. Turner? I see you in our schedule, but Dr. Stevenson is not in his office at the moment, and I&amp;rsquo;m afraid you&amp;rsquo;ll need to wait for a few minutes. Fifteen at most. I apologize for the inconvenience,&amp;rdquo; the clerk replied.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mirror in the Dark</title><link>/stories/2023/12/10/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/12/10/a-mirror-in-the-dark/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was finally time. I was about to live through my fantasy. So why did I feel so nervous? My clone was already downstairs, patiently waiting for me, and I was having cold feet. No, this is what I had been dreaming about for months now, and so much was already invested in this crazy plan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slowly made my way downstairs and stopped at the basement vault door. The door was unlocked, and as I pushed it open, I saw my clone happily sitting on one of the sofas, waiting for me with a big smile. I closed the door and locked it with a digital lock that I had installed as the first thing in my basement renovation project. The new lock could be opened and closed either with a key card or a passcode, as well as controlled from my laptop upstairs. I opted to use a key card instead of a code, and the heavy mechanism slammed shut.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Eltie</title><link>/stories/2023/11/26/eltie/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/26/eltie/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="preparing-for-battle"&gt;Preparing for Battle&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the painfully sharp sound of a buzzer broke into my dream, and I twitched convulsively in my tight sleeping cocoon. “Commander Eltie Simmons, please proceed immediately to the combat deck! Commander Eltie Simmons, please…” mechanical sexless voice of Arti, our ship’s AI, mumbling in my built-in earphones, was persistent and unavoidable, leaving no room to escape and slip back into my dreams. Damn, what a sweet dream it was! That tall muscular handsome boy with the perfectly shaped cock had just started to unzip my base layer suit… Closing my eyelids for a second, I still could vaguely feel his touches and hear his soft breath… But the fucking AI continued its mumbling, and the dream was dissipating with each second, giving up to the harsh reality.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-six-the-missing-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Six: The Missing Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Later that day I finally heard the sound of someone moving about the apartment, hopefully, I would soon be free, as my own body’s pressing desires needed to be attended to. But at the moment they didn’t seem to be in any rush to enter the bedroom, I lay there and listened to the sound of voices talking, and I wondered who was inside of the apartment, and did I really want them to find me like this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-nine-new-beginnings"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Nine: New Beginnings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I previously said, work seemed to keep me away from home more, spending several days during the week in a motel after work as the commute to our new home was just too tiring for me. The weekends were our only time together, and even then, other things got in the way of our play sessions, so I had to be content sometimes with a quick fuck before heading back to my stressful job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-seven-moving-day"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Seven: Moving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had lived together for some while now, and I had effectively moved into his apartment, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place, including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my own latex catsuit, and we’d even bought more rubber costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed inside the doll and I became Cindy again. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-five-the-return-of-the-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Five: The Return of the Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I’d untied myself in the morning, I had to stretch my muscles after being bound for so long. The tight enclosure in the bag and the various positions that I had been kept in caused several aches and pains; but nothing that a good massage could fix. A long hot bath and several coffees later I was out the door and on my way. I’d completely forgotten about the marks left by the bondage, but it was too late by the time I’d laid down naked on the table, and the masseur began to use her hands on me. She noticed the marks and commented that I must have had a lot of fun!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-eight-a-series-of-unfortunate-events"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eight: A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had been living at our new home for several months now, settled into our new life and responsibilities, while his new role went well, my job didn’t turn out as I expected, the commuting distance between work and home was much longer than expected from where we now lived, so in the end I stayed away in motels during the week and returned home on the weekends.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/25/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-ten-wicked-cindy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ten: Wicked Cindy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During the next two weeks, I spent most of my time inside the new doll skin, the adhesive worked really well in sticking the silicon to my own skin, the more rigid outer skin limiting my movements, but most of the time I was just content to either sit, lay down or even stand around being the doll. He would find me in various places, when not stashed away in my new box, and admire me in my new skin or take me and use me, which is what all good love dolls are for.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2023/11/19/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/19/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-8"&gt;Part 8&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I breathed in and out slowly, pulling my left leg behind my body as I stretched it as far as it would go. This morning, I decided to get to Harriet&amp;rsquo;s stables early in the morning, not that you would call this the morning as the sun had only just begun to peak above the horizon. The entirety of the stables was still in darkness, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t care, I wanted to be alone for the moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2023/11/09/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/09/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-14"&gt;Chapter 14&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dad?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He was shocked, but only for a moment. It was as if he had a second emotion that overcame the first one. His eyes soon left mine and were looking over the darkness of the garden. He was calm, I was expecting many different emotions to come from him as I knew one day he would find out about us. I was expecting him to be angry, I was expecting him to be confused and I even expected him to be sad, calm was the last one I thought I would get.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>TCC Inc.</title><link>/stories/2023/11/09/tcc-inc./</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/09/tcc-inc./</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My husband and I were not exactly regulars in the local BDSM environment, but several of my friends were, so we kept in touch. For us the play happened in the bedroom. Adrian, my husband, often came up with new things to try, but he quickly lost interest and moved on to other activities. That meant we have tried a lot. But we absolutely enjoyed the BDSM activities.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was always me being the dominant. That was natural because I don’t have a shred of submissiveness in me. The furthest we went with him dominating me was a pair of handcuffs and an afternoon of play. Neither of us enjoyed that, so we left it at that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Magician's Assistant</title><link>/stories/2023/11/07/magicians-assistant/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/11/07/magicians-assistant/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The box containing my transformed dolly form was presented to my new owner as requested by me, by my sister. He seemed very impressed with what he saw of me when he removed his new doll from the box and took his time examining my deflated body. His hands felt nice against my plastic skin, and he turned to my sister and asked, “So, when do I actually get to meet your sister?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Costume</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/my-costume/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/my-costume/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m not sure when I first realized that I could change my Halloween costume with just my mind. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure the first time was when I was in the fourth grade and Belinda McDaniels wore the exact same costume to school that I did. Well, not exactly the same. We were both Jasmine from Aladdin, but hers was much, much better than mine because her parents were rich and could afford the best. With the professionally-applied makeup and the jeweled tiara, she looked just like the actress that sang the songs for the Broadway play. When I saw her going into the school, I felt almost ashamed of the tacky costume and plastic mask that I was wearing. I remember saying out loud to myself, “I should have gone as Aladdin… or the Genie.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perspective</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/perspective/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/perspective/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait… Why are you looking at me like that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What could I answer? We were in the women&amp;rsquo;s locker room after our cheerleader practice, and our top girl took off her top, which allowed me to see her naked chest. Perhaps I was too foolish and thought she would not notice my stare because I was also a pretty girl like her, but that wasn&amp;rsquo;t the case. She saw right through me and realized that my eyes were not just randomly looking at things; I desired her. She was right; I wanted more than just to admire her, but if she did not want the same, all she had to do was to laugh it out and say she wasn&amp;rsquo;t interested.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spirits of the Shaft</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/spirits-of-the-shaft/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/spirits-of-the-shaft/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-1-body"&gt;Part 1: Body&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One thing that I know for sure: I am a pleaser. It’s just a fact.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is a significant percentage of people in society who are pleasers and I have often wondered why. There must be some sort of evolutionary reason to support this as a successful strategy for a member of the species to survive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Has it been successful in my case? Well, I’ll let you decide…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Supergirl</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/supergirl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/supergirl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;She had insisted so much that I just had to say yes to her little game. I was in this lesbian relationship with Chloe for about two years, and if there was one thing I knew about her, it was that she was a massive Supergirl fan. Not only that, I had to accept that she loved a fictional character more than me. Sure, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t completely delusional and knew Supergirl wasn&amp;rsquo;t real, but she very easily allowed herself to forget that fact.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House on Cemetery Hill</title><link>/stories/2023/10/30/the-house-on-cemetery-hill/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/30/the-house-on-cemetery-hill/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…I laid in bed, not quite awake, my mind slowly coming online after one of the most kinky dreams of my life, and that was saying something as I had been having some wild ones lately. My husband Greg had left early on another of his extended business trips, he was taking as much work as he could handle lately as we had a new home and mortgage that was truthfully just a bit intimidating.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/10/21/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/21/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-6"&gt;Episode 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aaand, you are free!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;AAAAAAAAAAAH!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Finally, Silver pulled the dead alien head bag off my head, and I could take my first deep breath in days.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How are you feeling, X?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hooornyyy! Please, unlock my crotch shield.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haha. Okay, okay. Don&amp;rsquo;t pull on my shirt like that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Silver! You fucked me all week in the ass. You didn&amp;rsquo;t have to wait for me to beg.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was more fun that way. But now, I&amp;rsquo;ll fuck you for real. You must be so frustrated.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/10/21/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/21/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They say one human year is the equivalent of fifteen cat years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had certainly felt that as a pet. Only a week had gone by and it felt like I had been trapped in the suit for years. It felt like an eternity had gone by since I had felt my own skin, heard my own voice or used my individual fingers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been so long since I thought like a normal human; on a normal day boys would be on my mind, hanging out with friends or seeing the latest films at the cinema. Topics like music and the latest gossip amongst my friends were things I would talk about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well if you think that after my close encounter as part of the stock of meatgirls previously would have put me off from ever trying it again, you’d be wrong. Maybe the strange desire to be kept as one of them, an object to be stored away until sold, would eventually lead to my own demise, and the fact that I came close to that should have dampened my enthusiasm, well it certainly dampened other parts at the thought of me being sold as a meatgirl. But the desires remained and though Ollie, my husband, was very reluctant to put me in harm&amp;rsquo;s way again, he really didn’t have much say in the matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-three"&gt;Part Three&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The playtimes continued, either by my own hand or by my husband&amp;rsquo;s. I again often found myself naked, bound and stored away downstairs with the other meatgirls, I was now just another product waiting for the next customer. Or I was kept bound to either of the beds in our apartment above the shop, waiting for my ‘Master’ to come and take his ‘slave-girl’ for his pleasure, some of the times leaving me tied to the bed the entire night or placed away in our very own storage area, the cupboard in the spare room, usually that was used when we played my objectification fetish during the week and one of the other workers would be down in the shop the next day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How I Became Just Another Meatgirl</title><link>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/14/how-i-became-just-another-meatgirl/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My first weekend of becoming a meatgirl was very nearly my last, I had finally managed to persuade my husband Ollie to keep me naked, bound and gagged while being stored away with the other meatgirls, something that I had wanted to try for a very long time. Things were going as planned but then the trouble started…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I think my fascination with meatgirls first started in my childhood, I used to look at them while they were displayed in the store windows and I was in awe at their beauty and physique, the way that their bodies were presented while they advertised what was available inside the store, to me they looked very powerful and proud of what they were, well as a small girl that&amp;rsquo;s was the impression that I got from seeing them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Fare To Remember</title><link>/stories/2023/10/07/a-fare-to-remember/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/07/a-fare-to-remember/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The dual toned bell indicated that the small 24 hour shop had yet another near midnight customer. With a deep sigh the young man behind the counter put the ARPG game on pause and looked up towards the entrance. His irritation quickly dissipated as he laid eyes on the beautiful woman who just entered and quickly put his phone away. He had only worked at the store for a little over three months but had been fortunate to have laid eyes on the vixen in front of him a few times prior. Boosting his self confidence he decided that tonight was the night he would conquer her and eyed his price from top to bottom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/10/07/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/10/07/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-13-maid-duty"&gt;Part 13. Maid Duty&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma was lathering her body with the most plain if not slightly greasy soap she has ever seen or used. The water was definitely lukewarm at best. She should be used to it by now. She really doesn&amp;rsquo;t know exactly how long but it has definitely been years. The warden had kept her locked up due to the contract she signed in the beginning. She had barely seen anybody lately except the guards who brought her food. Actually she was shocked to be let out of her cell and allowed to use the communal showers instead of her cell shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fashion 2187</title><link>/stories/2023/09/30/fashion-2187/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/30/fashion-2187/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-4-the-mysterious-mistress"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: The Mysterious Mistress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One night a mistress I hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen before visited me in the middle of the night. She didn&amp;rsquo;t talk to me, although I would have loved to get some distraction. She squeezed a huge ball gag into my mouth to prevent any screaming. Then she put nipple clamps onto my nipples. These were much too strong. They hurt like hell, but I could do nothing to avoid the pain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Apartment Block</title><link>/stories/2023/09/30/the-apartment-block/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/30/the-apartment-block/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="arrival"&gt;Arrival&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He&amp;rsquo;d said the wine I&amp;rsquo;d been drinking on the flight gave my mouth a floral flavour. l took the compliment, but I&amp;rsquo;d undoubtedly had too much, probably out of the anxiety of having only met him twice before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This time was different though. Our online chats had entered new territory. To make a long story short, he&amp;rsquo;d sent me a picture of a girl in underwear and bound with white rope, with the challenge: &amp;ldquo;Do you fancy an adventure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I'm Awake</title><link>/stories/2023/09/23/im-awake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/23/im-awake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m awake. Suddenly and without reason, so I think. But I know there is always a reason I wake. I just don’t know what it is yet, this time. I am snug in my bed on this cold December eve, but now awakened for a reason I can’t discern, my senses are hyperbolic. I hear the wind warbling its way through the oak outside my window. A whisper beckons, but it’s only the furnace starting to heat before the fan kicks in. A tiny creak high above draws my ear – the roof or attic perhaps shrinking ever so slightly in the frigid air. I pull the comforter up to cover my head, as if to protect me from phantoms roaming the night. I am once again asleep; at least I dream that I am.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Exit Interview</title><link>/stories/2023/09/17/the-exit-interview/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/17/the-exit-interview/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Today was definitely not going like I&amp;rsquo;d hoped it would,&amp;rdquo; I thought to myself as I left my boss&amp;rsquo;s office.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The clicking of my high heels echoed down the long hallways of the law offices where I was currently employed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just finished attending an impromptu meeting with Mr. Wolfe, it hadn&amp;rsquo;t gone well…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A little about me, my name is Marie Davenport, I&amp;rsquo;m 5 foot 2, and most I think would consider me pretty. I have light brown eyes, I&amp;rsquo;m fairly well-endowed with a curvy figure and toned legs. I&amp;rsquo;m a natural brunette, with skin the color of milk chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bedtime</title><link>/stories/2023/09/09/bedtime/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/09/09/bedtime/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="me"&gt;ME&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You may recall not too long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Domina is very much a mind reader when it comes to me. She knows intuitively when I have had a rough go at work or in general. She has come up with an ingenious plan to help me through these tough times. Such was the case recently.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/08/20/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/20/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My eyes gingerly opened as the early morning light started to shine through the thin curtains of the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It took me a moment to remember where I was, the night before I woke up in a prison cell, which made this much more welcome to see when I first opened my eyes. I was still on the floor after yesterday, Cleo made herself more than comfortable at the end of Donna&amp;rsquo;s bed and I could still see she was there through my tired eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2023/08/12/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/12/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-13"&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;They should be here any minute&amp;rdquo; My dad said to himself in an excited manner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Chinese restaurant was beautiful and calming, the red walls were plastered with pictures and models of dragons and the music gave the place a more authentic feeling. Two waitresses walked around the floor, seeing to the rest of the customers of the establishment; as they walked past us, they always gave a forced smile.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/08/02/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/02/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-5"&gt;Episode 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;She is my critter doll!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t care! Let her out!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No! She loves it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s what concerns me the most.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tomorrow.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, now!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tomorrow!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nyaaaa! Stop it, you two. Jaina, X is Silver&amp;rsquo;s girlfriend. Let her do whatever she wants for once.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Critter doll? Was that what I had become? As Nekko inserted her small body between the much stronger Silver and angry Jaina to separate them, I rolled back the tape inside my head and tried again to understand what had happened to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma-bot on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/08/02/emma-bot-on-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/02/emma-bot-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Emma was currently studying advanced robotics, her first minor degree allowed her to find a research fellowship to continue her postgraduate studies, this had been her last semester at college before the holiday break, and being an unpaid research graduate she didn’t have the funds to go away anywhere, like her fellow college mates, and even her family where away themselves, so she was left alone, bored and wondering what to do with herself. She thought about whiling away her boredom with one of her favourite toys, either in the bath or the bedroom, but even that didn’t seem to appeal to her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ken's Birthday Gift Revisited</title><link>/stories/2023/08/02/kens-birthday-gift-revisited/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/08/02/kens-birthday-gift-revisited/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…The bike ride home was uneventful, except that I could feel the tension building within me every mile closer we got towards the town we all grew up in. My happy place was almost certainly someplace else one day, but where? I wanted a life with my boyfriend turned one day into my husband, but this happy go lucky riding on the back of Ken&amp;rsquo;s Milwaukee vibrator-life was fun too. Away from home, away from that environment, no real responsibilities; did I really have to go back?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/07/22/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/22/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="7"&gt;7&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-51"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the long, lonely night in the holding pen, Emma found herself being carried back to Steve’s office, she didn’t want to go and tried to protest when Andy picked her up, she wanted to remain with the other meatgirls, and maybe finally end her days. But she found herself again placed in a chair, with Steve, Susan and Andy looking at her, she feeling slightly more submissive and accepting now in Steve’s presence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It All Started With A Roomba</title><link>/stories/2023/07/22/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/22/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The time thankfully seemed to fly by as Ana continued doing inventory; at times she almost forgot about her chastity but was rudely reminded by them that she was still very much locked in due to a painful shock or their teasing vibrations. Cass was right, the shocks definitely hurt more now due to Ana’s attempt to crack the password. She regretted her curiosity getting the better of her and endeavoured to keep it under control until she was released&amp;hellip;if she was ever released. It seemed like at this point she would be stuck indefinitely. She shook her head, internally scolding herself for making her situation worse.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It's My Party</title><link>/stories/2023/07/22/its-my-party/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/22/its-my-party/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was already lying across the spanking / fucking bench when the first partygoers arrived. Julie Ann, called J by everyone… and Mistress J by those in the inner circle… was there to meet them. She quickly explained, “Mistress Regina was called away on urgent business, but she didn’t want to cancel the party, so she asked me to act as hostess.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She pointed to me and said, “Besides, we have already arranged for slut zara to be here tonight. I’m sure everyone will enjoy themselves.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/07/16/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/16/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="6"&gt;6&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-46"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 46&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Finally, the journey was over, the rear doors opened and she was carried out, she then realised that she had made it to the store that Andy ran, she saw him as she was unloaded from the truck by the driver, and Emma happily watched as he scanned her into the stores inventory with a smile. She was then placed inside the storeroom where she spent another blissful night sharing the space with the other meatgirls. It had been great to see a friendly face again, even though briefly and she wondered what Andy would be doing with her while she was here. Emma managed to sleep well that night, her dreams were much easier than previously, though she still ended up being cooked and served, this time it was to Andy and Susan, who delighted in tasting Emma’s flesh.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Santa's Helper</title><link>/stories/2023/07/12/santas-helper/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/12/santas-helper/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Santa’s Helper&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/07/09/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/09/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="5"&gt;5&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Love Most Devious</title><link>/stories/2023/07/02/a-love-most-devious/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/02/a-love-most-devious/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/07/02/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/02/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="4"&gt;4&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-4--the-first-storeroom"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 – The first storeroom&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;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.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished</title><link>/stories/2023/07/02/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/02/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/07/02/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/07/02/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-9-an-unworthy-development"&gt;Part 9. An Unworthy Development&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Denise In A Tight Spot</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-four"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, you find me back down in the castle dungeon in one of the cells, and currently I’m bound face down and semi-naked across the width of an old torture bench, though this time I’m not here for public viewing, I think that the guests have finally all left for the day, though I seem to have lost track of time at the moment. Nobody, other than Hanna and Kate know where I am, hidden out of sight of the general public; I had been bound here earlier in the day, at my request, for something that I’ll explain later. But you can guess that I was currently enjoying my present situation, my love of bondage and restriction should be well known to you all by now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="3"&gt;3&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;h5 id="day-2--moved-from-the-auctions"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 – Moved from the auctions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning Emma woke up, the dream that she had been having was not real, thankfully she was still here in the holding pen in the auction yard. She then felt the movement from the others around her in the pen, the cool liquid that was now feeding them waking them all up from their slumber. Emma realised that she had managed to fall asleep, she thought it was mainly due to her extended periods of being kept like this, her prior experiences giving her an advantage she guessed, while the others seemed to have a restless night. Though the fact that the other meatgirls seemed to gather closer together and rub each other’s bodies against the others, either for warmth or comfort, she thought may have contributed to the lack of sleep on their part.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hashtag Challenge</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/hashtag-challenge/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/hashtag-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy was the quintessential poor little rich girl but with a twist, she loved fetish and bondage. Amy’s parents had set her up with a nice home and an allowance that allowed her to live a very comfortable lifestyle. The beautiful girl had never been made to work or earn a living so her only pastime had been shopping and partying.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now in her mid-twenties Amy sat around most days shopping on-line buying everything she found interesting. When a past girlfriend had introduced her to bondage, she found she liked it a lot. Amy had since invested all her time into exploring the lifestyle, even spending time as a slave to a wonderful mistress.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>More Or Less A Doll</title><link>/stories/2023/06/24/more-or-less-a-doll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/24/more-or-less-a-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Consider dust.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the slant light of the late afternoon, dust motes drift lightly on the turbulent currents of air. Winking in and out of sight like stars in the sky. Tiny worlds that exist for a moment in time to be lost in shadow. The capricious turns of invisible forces dictate the fate of each individual atom. Predictable in general, though chaos for the single. Dust inside the home is largely the shed flakes of skin from the humans that inhabit the space. The Carbon of which it is composed, is the cast off dust of dead stars. The Universe, energy and matter, compacted into the tiny bedroom. A cool breeze comes through the open window disturbing the stuffy air. The light drapes made to flap with a soft rustle. Outside the world buzzes and hums with life going on as it does.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Denise In A Tight Spot</title><link>/stories/2023/06/21/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/21/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-three"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After the success of the last display that we had in the castle with the haunted house, it had been really well received by the public, and so the castle’s owners had decided to focus on having more live entertainment and displays; they had even hired an events manager to run them, Hanna, and I had been placed under her to act as her assistant. Which basically meant that on top of my other duties around the castle, and my time serving as the castle maiden, I would also be helping her with organising various upcoming events.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Captured, But Returned</title><link>/stories/2023/06/19/captured-but-returned/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/19/captured-but-returned/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My husband and I were walking on a trail as we sometimes do, just he and I, out for a summertime stroll to get some exercise and experience nature. We love it, the sights, smells, and intimate conversations are just magnificent, but knowing what was going on behind the proverbial scene that particular day makes this extra special. Anyway, we have a playful relationship together, but he likes it more and more when I&amp;rsquo;m the driving force these days, both in matters of the flesh, and even in other things such as where and what we&amp;rsquo;re to eat and spend our free time. He has a job that gives him some stress, one that also provides enough for me to stay home if I choose though, but these &amp;ldquo;de-stress&amp;rdquo; outings of ours are more and more necessary these days, as is my taking charge of the daily details of life around our modest home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/06/19/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/19/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-thirteen"&gt;Part Thirteen&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="2"&gt;2&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Steve eventually returned after taking his time, there before him stood the vision of loveliness that a now very naked Emma’s body presented to him. She had removed her dress, shoes and wig, placing them on the desk and sat there with her hands in her lap, with her eyes cast down, looking every part the submissive slave girl that Steve knew that she loved to be, waiting for him to return. He had seen this docile side of Emma before, so he now knew for sure that she had given in to her own compliant thoughts and desires, the inner meatgirl in her winning out and coming to the fore.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2023/06/19/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/19/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-9"&gt;Part 9&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Surrounded by a warm and comfortable darkness as she lay just on the edge of sleep, her mind relaxed and her body distant, Brianna Wilde felt… strange. Not bad, not bad by any stretch of the imagination, but strange nevertheless. There was an odd sensation, velvety and soft yet also tingling and insistent, that seemed to permeate her very being. A trill up her spine, a buzzing along her limbs, a heat in her chest that pulsed with every beat of her heart. It was odd, so hard to describe, even to herself, and yet for all of that it felt so achingly familiar as well. Like that almost electric feeling on the skin in a lightning storm, or the inexplicable “film” that static seemed to form in the hair. But it was more than that. It was warm and soft, oh so soft, like the feeling of silk running across the skin, but sharp as well like lips pressed hard against her own or teeth nipping at her pulse and just as pleasant. It reminded her for all the world of the liquid lightning that was her power, like the strange feeling it left in its wake as it flowed through her in waves, and yet there was an underlying jolt that for some reason made her think of Murial. Almost unbidden, Brianna&amp;rsquo;s mind conjured up images of the alluring redhead. Her porcelain pale skin, her piercing green eyes, the way her wild red hair flowed into dreadlocks as if fell down her back and, of course, the almost predatory grace of her movements. Murial du Sange, even from their first meeting, when she’d thought the woman nothing more than a risque club owner, Brianna could not help but be fascinated. Drawn in by those mesmerizing eyes, that slender yet perfectly curved body, the commanding, almost regal grace of her stance despite being mostly naked at the time. A part of her could not help but stand in awe of how fearlessly, unabashedly unashamed the woman was. Even now, remembering well the fierce blush that had seemed to cover her entire body at that moment, she could not help but note, with a certain wry amusement, that it was probably for the best that she’d been gagged on that first meeting and thus had been unable to make a complete fool of herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="pilgrimage"&gt;Pilgrimage&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am lifted up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the Bliss which strengthens me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the Bliss which sets me free,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Bliss to which I owe my all;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the Bliss which catches me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I stumble or I fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sister Elise felt wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had been feeling wrong for the past few weeks; an underlying thrum that had permeated everything she had been doing, ever since that first trip deep into the convent to milk the Oracles. It had persisted throughout her next few visits to aid the Sacrist in their task of extracting and purifying the ingredients for holy water, even though the additional layers of rubber seemed to dull the sensation, and not even long periods of meditation seemed to be able to subdue it – although, Elise still enjoyed spending time huffing the luxurious scent of holy water, despite now knowing where it came from.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="baptism"&gt;Baptism&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Church of Bliss accepts all and makes them one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymity is Bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obedience is Bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain is Bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleasure is Bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are Bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elise had barely recovered from her first divine exposure to pure, unfiltered holy water – an experience which had left her stranded in an abyss of rubber-tinged ecstasy, decoupled from her psyche at a fundamental level as the tenets of the Church of Bliss crashed through her mind and cemented themselves as core aspects of her future – before she was pulled to her feet by a pair of fellow Sisters, and prepared for her next steps. The tube linking Elise’s mask to the supply of holy water was disconnected, and she couldn’t help but let out a faint moan of loss as the cold air of the cathedral filled her lungs, displacing the &lt;em&gt;Bliss&lt;/em&gt; that had once infused her senses. Her senses slowly swam back into focus, and she regained her balance, standing under her own power instead of relying on her Sisters to hold her up. She glanced down at herself, struck by the differences in what she could see through the lenses of her new equipment, everything somehow tinted to be darker, except the highlights of the gleaming latex encasing her Sisters. It only served to make the contrast with her own, dull, as-yet unpolished rubber all the more stark.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="mortification"&gt;Mortification&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay aside your passing pleasures,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look beyond what cannot last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luxuries are mere distractions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mundane comforts soon are past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See in Bliss a grand horizon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a life more rich and vast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They came for her in the night, long after the faintly glowing lamps in the corridors outside her small chamber had been extinguished. Elise had just completed her evening rituals; clad in the heavy, transparent rubber of her nightgown, rising from the foot of her bed where she had been meditating. She had been contemplating the &lt;em&gt;Bliss&lt;/em&gt; now almost constantly thrumming through her body along with the events of the last week and all that had happened since she had completed her Baptism. All of those thoughts were interrupted, though, as a knock came pounding at her door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="communion"&gt;Communion&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can wash away my sin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing but the Bliss of rubber;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can make me whole again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing but the Bliss of rubber!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cavernous hall of the cathedral was cold, but the fire burning in Elise’s core kept her more than warm enough as the Initiate slowly paced down the dimly lit central aisle towards the altar. It was quiet, reverent, only the click of her heeled boots and the creaking of her clothing faintly echoing through the space. Other than herself, and those she was going to meet, there was no one else visibly present – although, who could say how many people might be invisibly present, nestled into the small alcoves and crannies of the ancient building, enduring penance or rewards of all kinds.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="sacrament"&gt;Sacrament&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we receive the Sacrament,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our thoughts are turned to thee,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother of Bliss, who lived for us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enduring for eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiveness is a gift from Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We seek with pure intent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;With hands now pledged to do thy work,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We take the Sacrament.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Elise’s paddle cracked down on the drone’s perfectly shined, rubber-coated rear, a bark of pain erupting from inside the featureless hood of the latex creature, its first sound since the beating began almost 10 minutes ago. A physical thrill went through Elise at the utterance, the newly anointed Sister finally understanding the appeal of being on the delivering end of this practice, as she raised her arm for another strike, another hit, another groan of &lt;em&gt;Bliss&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Church of Bliss</title><link>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/13/the-church-of-bliss/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="apotheosis"&gt;Apotheosis&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Blissful Mother, Lady of Rubber Embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweetest garment a tailor ever made;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all doubts I fly to thee for guidance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother tell me what am I to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She spent what felt like an eternity that passed in an instant drifting in the void of pure rubber &lt;em&gt;Bliss&lt;/em&gt;, deep beneath the cathedral that had once been her home. She was broken down by the fluid, reformed, split apart again and rebuilt, in both her body and her soul. She reached out with her mind when it was coherent enough for lucidity, touched the blindingly black glow of the other entity floating in there with her, recognised it, embraced it – the Mother of Bliss, here yet nowhere. The human she used to be, Sister Elise, optimistic and enthusiastic convert to the Church of Bliss, was stripped down to her bare essentials, reshaped according to the Mother’s desires and designs, before she was put back together. But not the same. She would never be the same again. She had been blessed. She had been… adopted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Desert Chronicles</title><link>/stories/2023/06/12/desert-chronicles/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/12/desert-chronicles/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="1-force-me"&gt;1: Force Me&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nel sighed loudly. This really was all her boyfriend&amp;rsquo;s fault! Now here she was, playing sex slave to him and his best friend for most of the weekend!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a long story, she thought. It actually started about two months ago. Greg was her boyfriend, kinky as hell, and she appreciated that in a boyfriend. Don was Greg&amp;rsquo;s best buddy and someone Nel really valued as a friend, her best male friend after Greg. They ate lunch together every day at the school where they were all seniors and the three of them were pretty much inseparable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pet Correction</title><link>/stories/2023/06/06/pet-correction/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/06/pet-correction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The room was so silent that I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I sat defeated at the table, with my feet on the chair, I had wrapped my arms around my ankles and rested my head against my legs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just less than an hour ago I was sitting in the courtroom with a strict judge peering down at me behind her golden spectacles, causing her wide white eyes to contrast against her ebony skin. It had felt like we were sitting in that courtroom for ages, however, the judge had quickly come to a conclusion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Briana's Audition</title><link>/stories/2023/06/03/brianas-audition/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/03/brianas-audition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My thong-split ass perches on the edge of the high stool and I watch as Blayne goes through a mess of electric cables and plugs on the floor. He&amp;rsquo;s trying to find a free socket to get some power for the device. I&amp;rsquo;m half way between excited and nervous! I&amp;rsquo;m already pretty uncomfortable being so underdressed in front of Blayne, but what he&amp;rsquo;s about to do to me next is another level.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It All Started With A Roomba</title><link>/stories/2023/06/03/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/06/03/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ana didn’t get much sleep, every 30 minutes or so she would be shocked awake by the plugs inside her, the belt and bra also compressed further a couple of times during the night; Cass however slept soundly and couldn’t hear a thing with her earplugs in. Cass’s alarm went off at 7:00am, she laid in bed for a few minutes before stretching and going through her morning yoga routine. At 7:30am she finished her yoga and went to untie Ana from her bonds. She walked into Ana’s room and said, “Good morning, did you sleep well?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jane at the CIGI</title><link>/stories/2023/05/21/jane-at-the-cigi/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/21/jane-at-the-cigi/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to begin this account of my experience in the Panzher Station CIGI (we pronounce it “siggy”) by saying for the record that I’m not like most of the other girls who get sent there. I didn’t drift around from failed training program to failed apprenticeship through my late teens and early twenties, whether from a lack of direction, emotional instability, criminal behavior, or any of the other qualities that saw my classmates at the CIGI fail to hack it. I’m not a dropout or a basket case. As far as I know, anyway, which in fact isn’t saying much.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jane at the CIGI</title><link>/stories/2023/05/21/jane-at-the-cigi/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/21/jane-at-the-cigi/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the wake-up sounded at hour-6, I got right in line for the showers, but I was still behind half my roommates. Since it took us twenty or thirty minutes apiece, it was nearly hour-7 by the time I was clean. I combed out my hair and dried off quickly before getting dressed and heading to the fifth floor cafeteria. I finished my meal and returned to my room. It was past hour-7.5; I couldn’t put off checking my schedule any longer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/05/21/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/21/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8-the-apprentice-and-the-three-lovers"&gt;Part 8. The Apprentice And The Three Lovers&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Miss Keys was back in the room in front of Emma. She asked, &amp;ldquo;How are you doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma responded, &amp;ldquo;I am fine. Breasts still burn. Nose feels odd and achy. Foot is fine. My pussy is wet with anticipation. Yet I am, in ways, terrified of what you have planned.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With a smirk, Miss Keys responded, &amp;ldquo;Do you regret meeting me and signing the contract yet?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Human Fly</title><link>/stories/2023/05/18/the-human-fly/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/18/the-human-fly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…With a foreboding feeling making me sick to my stomach, I realized that this man&amp;rsquo;s few words to me, combined with his further acts of restraint, not to mention silencing me as he had, led me to the conclusion that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going anywhere in the short term. The cops WOULDN&amp;rsquo;T be called either, this man and his employers dealing with me directly, and likely far more viciously than the law could possibly allow. Just as a common burglar rightly fears an armed homeowner far more than the police, I would have been wise to fear this eventual outcome myself. The cops had rules to follow, where this man was setting me up to just up and disappear, the only apparent rule for him, and his employers, was to protect their collection at any price.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Consequences for Emma</title><link>/stories/2023/05/14/consequences-for-emma/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/14/consequences-for-emma/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you sometimes think there should be more to life? Do you sometimes think you’d like less routine and more excitement? I did, and got more than I bargained for. Here’s my story.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I should introduce myself. My name is Emma, I’m 34, happily married with two lovely children. I trained as an accountant and now work from home part-time doing the books of a number of small businesses. This fits in nicely around my family commitments. Both children are now at school and my husband Peter is a high flying corporate tax specialist in a multinational company based in London and who frequently spends a day or two in various other European cities. He’s driven to become his company’s next Finance Director and works long hours. I love him and the children dearly, more than I can express in a few words, but his hard work and long hours have had consequences. And those consequences have most certainly affected me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It All Started With A Roomba</title><link>/stories/2023/05/09/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/09/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With the gravity of her situation sinking in, she began to tug on her restraints, Cass just smiled at her and said,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You know that’s not going to work, don’t you? And I can’t even get you out of them for 13 days with the keys inside of the box.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ana turned and hobbled out of the room, trying to make her way to the front door, she was only a few feet outside of Cassandra’s room when she was shocked by all three devices. She screamed and fell to the floor,&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2023/05/09/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/09/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7-warden-and-inmate-epsilon"&gt;Part 7. Warden and Inmate Epsilon&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma was still basically naked except for her chastity belt and needle filled chastity bra. The four cuffs on her wrists and ankles as well as her collar were still shackled together by heavy chains. Her leash was pulled taut as she followed Miss Keys through the corridors of the ship barefoot. Emma at least got an amazing view of Miss Keys&amp;rsquo; backside as she gracefully walked ahead of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2023/05/06/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/05/06/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8"&gt;Part 8&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Freshly showered and now feeling both wonderfully clean and finally awake, if a bit more… frustrated than before, Brianna Wilde could not keep a smile from her face as Claudia led her from the bathroom and toward the kitchen. Even the insistent tug on her collar and the small, almost mincing steps that the shackles around her ankles forced her to take could not spoil her mood as they made their way down the hall. Perhaps it was just the steady pulse of arousal that seemed to buzz in the back of her mind but she had a feeling that today was going to be interesting. Truth be told Claudia’s aggression this morning had surprised her even if it was not exactly out of character for the tattooed girl and all things considered it was probably only fair considering how thoroughly she had been teased the day before. Besides, she certainly couldn’t say she didn’t like it, but at the same time it did lead her to wonder. Did their mistresses know what the slender girl had been up to? Was it simply a reward, part of a larger game, or had Claudia merely taken advantage of an opportunity presented to her? For the most part Brianna suspected it had been planned, after all her companion had been freed of her bonds and her chastity belt while her own were still locked firmly in place. And, despite not locking the bathroom door, no one had interrupted them even though they had spent quite some time in the shower, to say nothing of how&amp;hellip; vocal Claudia had become. Still, mind wandering as they walked, Brianna could not help but wonder just what plans were in the works. The entire weekend was spread out before them and it was unlike their mistresses not to take advantage of an opportunity like this. Especially on those rare occasions when all four of them could be together for an extended period of time. A new wave of arousal seemed to bloom within her body as she considered the possibilities, a faint blush painting her cheekbones pink. Despite all that she had learned and everything she had experienced one thing remained absolutely true in Brianna’s mind. Whenever she and Roxanna and Sofia and Claudia came together, truly magical things happened.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Nightmare</title><link>/stories/2023/04/29/the-nightmare/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/29/the-nightmare/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="the-depths"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Depths&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up lying on some kind of bed. My arms were stretched out over my head, held wide apart with leather cuffs attached to straps going somewhere out of my sight, over the edge. My legs were in the same position, spread wide and held down with leather cuffs on my ankles. Ominously, there were more straps across my knees and thighs, again held apart by wide belts around the bed. I tried twisting around, struggling to free myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Promises We Make</title><link>/stories/2023/04/29/the-promises-we-make/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/29/the-promises-we-make/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The throbbing sound from the heavy bass drum and the monotonous baseline could clearly be heard through the door of the restroom. One could think there were speakers mounted inside the room but no, the club just played it loud. Just like its patrons wanted it. The restrooms were very spacious for a club of its kind, even giving its occupants a mirror and sink of their own, but that was to be expected since the club was one of the most exclusive ones in the area. It was the perfect venue to con rich people of their wealth as they indulged in the many pleasures the district offered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Manor - Rebecca</title><link>/stories/2023/04/23/the-manor-rebecca/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/23/the-manor-rebecca/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shit!&amp;rdquo; I yelled at myself, counting the small amount of change that sat on my palm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cashier looked me up and down, counting the coins faster than I could, her middle-aged eyes looked as tired as the rest of her demeanour. She&amp;rsquo;d already scanned and bagged all the items I gave her before I came into this predicament.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry&amp;rdquo; I mumbled an apology, &amp;ldquo;I thought I had more.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She continued to just stare at me, not helping in offering a solution. I realised how ragged she looked, her hair was quickly tied up with a hair tie without any thought about how she presented herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It All Started With A Roomba</title><link>/stories/2023/04/17/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/17/it-all-started-with-a-roomba/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ana knew that Cassandra would be out for the day, which meant she had hours to play around with Cassandra’s bondage gear. While Ana didn’t have any of her own, she would frequently ‘borrow’ Cass’s when she was away; being a part-time Dominatrix, Cass had plenty of gear on hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She said goodbye to Cass as she left for the day to go hang out with a few friends. She listened intently for the ding of the elevator door opening down the hall; as soon as she heard it, she made her way to Cass’s room to begin sorting out the gear she would need. But not before catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the way by, her time at the gym was for sure paying off she thought to herself, it was important for someone in their late 20s to keep up with the gym to avoid health problems later&amp;hellip;at least that’s what her trainer had told her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leon City Stories</title><link>/stories/2023/04/17/leon-city-stories/</link><pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/17/leon-city-stories/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="2-teas-new-suits"&gt;2: Tea&amp;rsquo;s New Suit(s)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tea left the theater bitterly after she had received yet another refusal. This was already the eighth time this week and even the weather seemed to have conspired against her. Tea hadn&amp;rsquo;t made it halfway home when it started to rain and of course she didn&amp;rsquo;t bring an umbrella. She looked up at the sky, exhausted, and raindrops pelted her face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tea exhaled heavily and muttered, &amp;ldquo;Typical.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2023/04/15/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/15/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I closed the locker behind me as I walked across the changing room and made my way down the hall. It had been years since I last found myself in a gym but it occurred to me how physically fit I had to be to be a pony. Several times I have found myself exhausted just by walking around in the outfit and Beth&amp;rsquo;s training regiment added to that idea, I only managed to run around the school a few times before I found myself falling to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2023/04/09/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/09/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I groaned softly as I felt a slight pushing against my body, forcing the world of sleep to fade away from me and allowing the real world to welcome me in open arms. Chloe&amp;rsquo;s living room faded in slowly into my vision, despite the fact I preferred to be asleep, it was still a welcome sight, the sun began to shine through the curtains which illuminated the clean, white room and was a reassurance that I was in a safe space. A far cry from the years that I woke up in the city, not knowing the meaning of safe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pony Revolution</title><link>/stories/2023/04/09/the-pony-revolution/</link><pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/09/the-pony-revolution/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="broken"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Any thoughts of freeing myself faded away to the monotonous life of staying within the walls as I started to adapt. I no longer thought about breaking out. Instead, I obediently followed the walls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was one change though: When I was shackled to a carriage, I lost all vision and hearing. I was driven entirely by the reins, and stinging slaps to my buttocks if I reacted too slowly. My world started shrinking. My entire life was now between the shackles of the carriage or the walls of the AR system.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Keyholder Demoness</title><link>/stories/2023/04/02/keyholder-demoness/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/02/keyholder-demoness/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="book-2"&gt;Book 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-01"&gt;Chapter 01&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gibbous moon illuminates the mountains and valleys below. Its light only shines through the canopy of evergreen in brief patches. Somewhere, in the dark spaces between, chains are rattling. There is a rhythm to the sound. Soon the chains are accompanied by grunting, and another voice panting. Occasionally a muffled moan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is a voice - soft, melodic - broken occasionally by pops and clicks.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2023/04/02/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/04/02/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I groaned loudly into my pillow as the warm covers were thrown off me and the cool morning air attacked my bare skin. I curled up into a ball, trying to keep warm and trying to stay in the realm of sleep. I was so exhausted from yesterday&amp;rsquo;s events that I dozed off in my underwear, I struggled to change completely into the pyjamas that were laid out for me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid in Space</title><link>/stories/2023/03/26/maid-in-space/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/26/maid-in-space/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After hearing from a friend of mine who had traveled off-world a year or so ago, as we spoke she told me that besides having fun, earning lots of credits, and learning new things, she had found the whole life-changing experience something that she thought that I needed. She told me that she had spoken with her manager and that they were willing to offer me a job in the same mine where my friend worked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2023/03/26/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/26/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-11"&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the hell is that?&amp;rdquo; I asked, looking at the two small shipping crates that filled the backroom of the shop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not a single day was the same whilst I worked at Tanya&amp;rsquo;s shop, it was nearing the end of a busy day when a delivery man knocked on the door, after a short conversation with him and watching him try not to glance at the sexual objects that littered the shop as he loaded the two large objects onto a pallet truck and took it to the warehouse, I had never seen a grown man blush so much as he passed dildos, latex clothing and a barrage of other sex toys.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2023/03/25/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/25/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The soft but insistent sensation of something warm and comfortable pressing against her body slowly managed to rouse Brianna Wilde from her slumber. Reluctantly opening her eyes, blinking harshly against the bright morning light and cursing the fact that she hadn’t thought to close her drapes the night before, the blue-haired squinted while her vision adjusted. Despite all of that, she could not help but smile as the familiar ceiling of her room came into focus. Despite the fact that weeks, nearly months, had passed since she had first come to live with her mistresses, part of her still could not believe how truly lucky she was. And part of her hoped that she would never lose that feeling. Closing her eyes again and taking a deep breath, Brianna found herself yawning involuntarily as she tried to shake off the last vestiges of sleep and stretch. It was only then that the presence of a weight pinning her left arm to the bed made itself known. Awake now, and frowning slightly, Brianna lifted her head from the pillow to try and see what was going on only for her frown to immediately blossom into a new smile at the sight of Claudia Reed, the slender girl bound and gagged tightly, curled up against her side like a cat seeking warmth. Carefully shifting her weight and lifting herself up, moving slowly to avoid disturbing her companion, she allowed her eyes to roam over the entrancing sight before her as she rolled partially onto her side.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/03/19/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/19/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-4"&gt;Episode 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUUUUUZZZZ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on, X. Get on the truck! There is a Critter outbreak. We need you to film it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Whyyy? Why are you grumpy again?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not going anywhere until you give me a pair of pants and a T-shirt.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, enough with that!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Silver grabbed me by my harness and pulled me inside the truck. Since the Critter Squad had turned me into Silver&amp;rsquo;s sex slave and forced me to wear this very BDSM-like outfit consisting of a leather harness, kinky boots and gloves, and a snug collar, that was all I have been wearing. And now, we had a job to do OUTSIDE the barrack, and they didn&amp;rsquo;t seem remotely interested in letting me wear anything else.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sex Game Gone Wrong</title><link>/stories/2023/03/19/the-sex-game-gone-wrong/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/19/the-sex-game-gone-wrong/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To spice up our sex life, my husband suggested that we try one of those sexbot kits that used to be available, and maybe still obtainable if you knew the right person. The original kits were banned from public sale after it was found that some unscrupulous people were misusing them to trap women into a life of robotic sexual slavery. So while I was willing to give it a try, I like sex and would try anything once (or twice), I knew that it would be nearly impossible to find one of those kits nowadays.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bondage Day Off</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/bondage-day-off/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/bondage-day-off/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;All through the pandemic lockdown closures in the spring of 2020, like so many “white collar” professionals, my Master and I were working from our one-bedroom apartment home. We only had a dining table and living room coffee table through the worst of it—neither of us had had a need for a dedicated “desk” before, and my 1930s vanity/dressing table in the bedroom was more important to me than a work desk—so we took turns with the dining and coffee tables as necessary for Zoom. Sometimes, one of us would go sit on the bed with our laptop if the other were in some long/distracting phone or video meeting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maidbot Rental Mistake</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/maidbot-rental-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/maidbot-rental-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2-three-guys-and-a-pizza"&gt;Part 2: Three Guys and a Pizza&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now that the machine had prepared me, I was sent out on my first time in my new role as a pleasurebot. My now enhanced body is ready to provide pleasure to whatever the paying customer required of me. My mind was programmed with the knowledge required to fulfil their desires, however perverse they may be, I was here to provide them with a service, and though I may have baulked at whatever they wanted me to do for them as a woman, now that I was a pleasurebot I would have to comply.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maidbot Rental Mistake</title><link>/stories/2023/03/11/maidbot-rental-mistake/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/11/maidbot-rental-mistake/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;After getting my degree in humanities, I found that the paper that it was printed on was worthless and that I had wasted my time with the three years it took to get my degree. All I had left to show for it was a large student debt that I now needed to pay off on top of my everyday living expenses; that and no real employment prospects in the current climate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Replacing the Rubber Dolly</title><link>/stories/2023/03/04/replacing-the-rubber-dolly/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/03/04/replacing-the-rubber-dolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a typical Friday in the office, and I have been working for Dr Stones for nearly a year now as his receptionist, doing the filing, typing letters and invoices and general office stuff, while also arranging his list of clients. His office is generally busy at the beginning of the week but tails off at the end, and usually, by Friday most of the work is done before lunchtime, so the afternoon is generally quiet.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bovine Dreams</title><link>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-waking-up"&gt;Chapter 1.) Waking Up&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E-14 woke up with a pounding headache, a demanding horny pulsing in her loins, and her entire body aching. Everything felt kind of weird and hazy, and she didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Slowly stretching, she noticed a crackling sound and felt straw pinching against her belly and breast. But then she also noticed she couldn’t feel her arms nor remember… anything. Where was she? Who was she? She kind of felt like her name was “E-14”, but that wasn’t a real name, or was it? She tried to remember, but it was hard to concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/02/27/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/27/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-3"&gt;Episode 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is this really necessary?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everybody was against me; Silver, Nekko, Jaina, and even Hacksaw.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was all Nekko&amp;rsquo;s fault. She came up with this strange scenario that would allow Silver to date me without destroying her online image. The Critter Squad was a precious brand that needed to be preserved, and since the whole internet community hated my guts following my disastrous first mission, it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have been good for Silver to announce to her fans that she was dating their number-one public enemy. Instead, the plan was to make them believe I had become her sex slave as a punishment for my mistake, which had caused Silver to get encased in space critter skin and get humiliated on CritterTube.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Help Wanted</title><link>/stories/2023/02/27/help-wanted/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/27/help-wanted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;| Help Wanted!Multiple Positions Available – Companion Bed Warmer | &lt;strong&gt;Duties include&lt;/strong&gt;: * Ensuring bed warmth both prior to and during sleeping periods * Ensuring bodily warmth during sleeping periods * Providing comfort in times of stress * General upkeep of bed and related materials. Tidying, cleaning, etc. &lt;strong&gt;Job Type&lt;/strong&gt;: Full time, permanent &lt;strong&gt;Classification&lt;/strong&gt;: Entry level &lt;strong&gt;Previous Experience&lt;/strong&gt;: None required | &lt;strong&gt;Essential Skills&lt;/strong&gt;: * Open mindedness * Works well as member of a team * Takes direction well * All other required skills will be provided as on the job training &lt;strong&gt;Remuneration&lt;/strong&gt;: * Access to a generous package * Full room and board * Inner Fulfilment Julie gazed at the ad thoughtfully. She’d been kicked out – again – and didn’t want to face the social workers at the shelter – again – for their pity or their judgement. Her parents just didn’t understand that she was an adult now. She didn’t need a curfew; she didn’t need to be treated like a child, like she couldn’t take care of herself. She was a woman grown – all of 19 – and she didn’t need her parents to be curbing everything she did. They always said she should get a job, and if it came with room and board as well so she could get out from under their controlling influence? So much the better.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Mirror Dream</title><link>/stories/2023/02/19/the-mirror-dream/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/19/the-mirror-dream/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;… Drinking to excess is never good, but I was having one of those weeks, and an after work naked step on the digital and infallible scale, accompanied by a very critical self assessment in my bathroom&amp;rsquo;s full length mirror had driven me there; literally to drink. I get like this sometimes, and reading between the lines when talking with my girlfriends I&amp;rsquo;m surely not the only one. Anyway, it was almost time for another new year&amp;rsquo;s resolution, you know lose twenty pounds, get in shape and actually start making use of the gym that I belong to anyway, that kind of thing. Nobody&amp;rsquo;s perfect after all, or so my husband tells me, his unconditional acceptance of my many faults both refreshing and ever so slightly guilt inspiring.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Rubberdoll</title><link>/stories/2023/02/19/the-new-rubberdoll/</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/19/the-new-rubberdoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one--introduction-an-unexpected-upgrade"&gt;Part One – Introduction (An Unexpected Upgrade)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Rubberslut, it used to be Susan, but most of the people I mix with now know me by that name. How did I get that name? Well, that is a long story, but one that I hope that you’ll find entertaining. I will admit first that I have always had a love of tight restrictive clothing, and of course, bondage, tie me up, and I am yours to do with as you wish. I used to be more ‘vanilla’ in my tastes, but over time have developed to enjoy my body and what it can do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubber Drone #6</title><link>/stories/2023/02/14/rubber-drone-%236/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/14/rubber-drone-%236/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Rubber Drone #6&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By Gromet &amp;amp; &lt;a href="https://www.deviantart.com/allatex"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allatex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Arriving at the home of Mr. Sloane, Mrs. Cartwright was surprised by the size and layout of the house and extensive gardens, which were very beautifully landscaped. She had known Mr. Sloane through her own store, which sold latex clothing and other items. He had been a particularly good customer of hers, having bought many, many items over the years. She was somewhat surprised to get the invitation to visit his home but looked forward to getting to know more about her very best customer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2023/02/14/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/14/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wooden blinds on the large bay window that made up a good chunk of the living room’s front wall had been closed to block some of the heat of the day and despite the warm afternoon sunlight that still managed to shine through the slats the room seemed dark, almost subdued in some strange way. Partly it was an effect of the darkly polished hardwood floor and the richly woven rugs that covered it, the combined effect drinking in the light like pools of shadow. Partly it was how the fireplace, normally warm and welcoming, sat empty and cold in the depths of summer. But mostly it was the odd silence that seemed to hang in the air and fill the entire house, a silence only truly broken by the occasional soft moan and the distant ticking of a grandfather clock. And yet, Brianna Wilde found that she wasn’t really paying much attention to any of that, all of her focus instead fixed upon the rickety looking easel set up in front of her and the large sketch pad balanced there, the bold lines of pencil strokes marring its creamy white surface almost mocking her. One arm crossed over her stomach, the elbow of her free arm resting in her palm as she absently worried the end of the pencil she was holding with her teeth, she could not help but frown. Art was a new passion she had been exploring of late, buoyed by the encouragement of her lovers, but it was strange in a way. Some days inspiration flowed freely, carrying her away to the sort of relaxed detachment she normally only experienced when bound helplessly, her body almost moving of its own accord as she created. But other days, like today? On those days that almost zen-like trance refused to come, leaving nothing but irritation in its wake as she tried and tried to force herself. Part of her knew it was natural to have those moments, and that trying to force it would do no good, but even so it left a bitter taste in her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2023/02/07/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/07/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion21.html"&gt;chapter 42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="43"&gt;43&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d come from another delightful trip to the feeding stations of Level 4 and returned completely refreshed and reinvigorated to Warden&amp;rsquo;s office on Sublevel 2. I noticed a neat stack of pink towels on a side table and squirmed with carnal joy. A fresh influx of Elixir always has drastic effects on one&amp;rsquo;s libido but when combined with the thought of laundry duty it was all I could do to not start humping our Matron&amp;rsquo;s sexy white rubber leg immediately.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Property of Dana and Tracy</title><link>/stories/2023/02/07/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/07/the-property-of-dana-and-tracy/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="2-in-case-of-emergency-break-glass"&gt;2: In case of emergency, break glass&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;… One ring, that just means they&amp;rsquo;re leaving the market, we still have some time to get put back together here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why not just call?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think Dana was being frugal, the phone company charges for actual completed calls by the minute, AFTER you pick up, so if we don&amp;rsquo;t answer she gets her dime back from the payphone. And this way as well, if we were &amp;lsquo;busy,&amp;rsquo; one of us wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to stop to answer.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2023/01/31/chain/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/31/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-21-cell-predicament-and-training"&gt;Chapter 21: Cell, Predicament and Training&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Helen slept late, so it was almost 9 am when she took a bowl of oatmeal down to the cell. The minute she opened the door to the back part of the basement she knew Jill had not been able to hold her bladder all night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jill was miserable laying in a pool of cold urine on top of the plastic covered mattress. Her body made enough of a depression in the mattress and wire springs that all the urine was still pooled around her hips and, cuffed to the bed as she was, all she could do was lay in it. She had been awake and miserable for hours. The minute she heard the door open she started crying.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Evil Eva</title><link>/stories/2023/01/31/evil-eva/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/31/evil-eva/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, turning over and half opening my eyes. The sunlight was streaming in through the gap in the curtains lighting up the old oak beams and the wobbly walls. Our lovely cottage dates back to the 18th century and sits surrounded by fields overlooking open countryside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Seven thirty,” replied Alice, sounding all wide awake.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I groaned and half sat up, clattering the handcuffs against each other as I did so. Our bedroom exertions often ended up in me restricted in some way or other for the rest of the night. Having my hands cuffed in front of me was a modest form of nightly constraint compared to some of the restraints Alice imposed on me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Inflatable Kink</title><link>/stories/2023/01/31/inflatable-kink/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/31/inflatable-kink/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;With the advances in technology, the ability to transform oneself into whatever they desire has become more commonplace. The transformation stores and the machines that they use seem to be everywhere these days, and it is becoming more acceptable to enjoy being whatever or whoever that you want to change yourself into, though there were limits applied to ensure that the person being transformed wasn’t being misused, abused or tricked into becoming something that they didn’t want to become.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Adrianna</title><link>/stories/2023/01/25/adrianna/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/25/adrianna/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The security cameras at Mr. Neads followed the rather tall woman through the store. They observed as Dana stopped at the electrical supply area and picked out a couple sets of small bright orange objects and placed them in the basket. She strolled through the store stopping at the summer close-out section and placed a long cylindrical object in the basket. These were small ticket purchases, but then, she headed to the contractor desk and placed an order for four 6-inch wide by 12 foot long straight red oak boards.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/01/25/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/25/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-2"&gt;Episode 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, camera girl, look at that! So many views on our latest video.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I am not available at the moment.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jaina was nice, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to talk to her right now. When we returned to the Critter Squad&amp;rsquo;s barracks after our disastrous hunting job, she and Nekko sat together and used my video footage to turn it into something watchable and uploaded it on CritterTube. Of course, because of the incident with Silver, I had already expected this video to go viral, so her telling me it did wasn&amp;rsquo;t a surprise. Still, until now, I did my best to forget that I was part of this overly famous team and that their fans had a group IQ of 50.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-four"&gt;Part Four&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma having finally recovered from her treatment at Steve and Nick’s hands, being prepared by a friend of Steve’s, then placed in an oven to ‘cook’, and ultimately being served up on a platter in a restaurant, she had realised one of her deepest, dark fantasies to its end conclusion and survived. Now, having found each other again, they both had started to see each other on a more regular basis, and while she loved having Nick bind and gag her, their playtime seemed to be more strictly in the bedroom and not down in the store.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-three"&gt;Part Three&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as Emma walked out of the store, she couldn’t help but feel the slight itch that she had for her old fantasy life; the sight of the meatgirls, bound and naked, as always, did stir some long-forgotten part deep inside her, and memories of happier times too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It didn’t take Emma long to realise the old familiar desires had returned. Now that she had met with Nick again and knew that he still had a store that sold meatgirls, the idea came back into her salacious mind that she needed to once again allow herself to be bound naked and put on display in the store. She had often dreamed of her days back on display in Nick’s old store and even had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed her time as nothing more than another meatgirl in the new store, used by Nicky and the other man as nothing more than a product to be displayed and sold.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/11/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a few weeks since she had last left Nick’s store; she had loved her time as his meatgirl on display; she had felt very sore and stiff but contented with what she had gone through. She had finally lived out most of her submissive fantasies of herself as nothing more than a meatgirl, treated like an object to be sold and used. Though after going through being kept like the other girls, she now knew and realised that couldn’t go the whole way; she wanted to be free to enjoy her life to the fullest. But this desire to again be a meatgirl and be on display in the store was always in the back of her mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Denise In A Tight Spot</title><link>/stories/2023/01/10/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/10/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The castle had stood for several centuries, a local landmark for many years and lately a much-loved tourist destination, thanks in some small part to the skill and management that had turned a loss-making enterprise around into a much more profitable one. The new owners had come in with their background in entertainment and had some knowledge of the way that theme parks had been run, so they managed to keep the place open and attract new people to come and visit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Denise In A Tight Spot</title><link>/stories/2023/01/10/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/10/denise-in-a-tight-spot/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part Two&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Working in an old castle definitely had some good points, the team that I work with is fun, well most times when they behave themselves, wandering hands sometimes find their mark if you catch my drift. But it can be a cold, damp, and chilly environment, especially having spent two weeks being part of the dungeon display, I was looking forward to having some much-needed time out from the dungeon, with the warmth of the late summer sun on my face.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Eternal Price Of Infinite Recharge</title><link>/stories/2023/01/10/the-eternal-price-of-infinite-recharge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/10/the-eternal-price-of-infinite-recharge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I never understood her decisions until now. I was in a major auto accident along with my best friend so long ago now that I guess the date and time no longer matter. We were in the same car together, and I was her passenger as she was driving. Due to the accident between the car and the tanker truck involved there was an explosion. I was blasted free along with the passenger seat, but she was thrashed by the explosion and she was lucky or maybe I should say she was unlucky to survive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Quintessential Modern Woman</title><link>/stories/2023/01/10/the-quintessential-modern-woman/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/10/the-quintessential-modern-woman/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hailey looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and smiled. She looked as if ready to conquer a new continent. Not that she would of course, wars and conquest were silly things that had no place in the modern world. It was after all the start of the 20th century, a time to explore new ideas. A time to push boundaries and question old ways of thinking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Considering herself an advocate of the modern age, Hailey was not your average 22 year old by any means, especially for a woman. Sole child to Sir Thomas Kennedy she had been brought up in a household of abundant excess. Her father had been on the forefront in the steelworks industry and both owned and ran the nation&amp;rsquo;s largest, most acclaimed one. Some would even say it was the best steelworks in the world. Hailey had, since an early age, been tutored by her mother until the age of 12, at which time her mother had sadly succumbed to smallpox.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mental Balancing Act</title><link>/stories/2023/01/03/a-mental-balancing-act/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/03/a-mental-balancing-act/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rachel squinted her eyes as she was blinded by the light from the oncoming car. Just as they passed she engaged her high beams, illuminating the road in front of her and parts of the surrounding forest. As if the dark and murky evening wasn’t making the winding mountain roads challenging enough, the heavy rain sure didn’t make it any easier. Rachel was a very good driver but she could not wait to reach her destination and get off the road.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Critter Squad</title><link>/stories/2023/01/03/critter-squad/</link><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/03/critter-squad/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="episode-1"&gt;Episode 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe this. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe I was standing in front of the Critter Squad barrack. Silver, Nekko, Jaina, and Hacksaw, my heroines, were probably inside and only a rusty garage door separated us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My shaky hands were holding my application form with my passport picture attached to it with a paperclip. My eyes moved in every direction, scanning the paper, ensuring I didn&amp;rsquo;t miss a field or identify anything that would make them reject me. They didn&amp;rsquo;t ask for much detail, so I wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite sure what their selection process was, but if I could, at the very least, provide everything they had asked in a decent manner, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be too disappointed with myself following a rejection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Pony Revolution</title><link>/stories/2022/12/27/the-pony-revolution/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/27/the-pony-revolution/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1-prelude-to-nowhere-island"&gt;Chapter 1: Prelude to Nowhere Island&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The operation was far from legitimate. It was really organized slavery and abuse with a very kink twist. But the remote location of the island, way out in the Pacific, with no other islands within over five hundred nautical miles, made it a perfect location for concealing the secret of what took place on the island. The island was about twenty-five kilometers east to west and slightly more north south. Compared to other islands in the area, it was of substantial size.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2022/12/24/chain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/24/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-15-cell-jill-cheats-on-bob"&gt;Chapter 15: Cell, Jill Cheats on Bob&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The projects with the Schwartz Iron works continue and Jill discovers she may be bisexual. Enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a few weeks, Bev called to tell Jill they had the decorative gate done and ask if Jill would like to drop by their workshop and see it. Jill was so excited she was over within an hour. Helen saw her coming and took her back to Bev’s corner of the shop. Jill was amazed at the work of art Bev had created but Helen was amused that Jill kept stealing glances towards the door to their living quarters.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-Bondage Humiliation 2</title><link>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jake was one of the party semi-regulars, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t part of the main party crowd, and he had PolySci, one of my morning classes, and Economics, one of my afternoon classes, with me. Coming out of PolySci the next day, he called me over. I was very cautious, what happened in the basement was supposed to stay in the basement, but it turns out I worried for nothing. He asked to walk with me wherever I was going (to my car), he had a question for me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-Bondage Humiliation 2</title><link>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The plane landed with a loud bump and a subdued squeal of tires underneath us, and we rolled out to a stop. New York City. Bucket list item &amp;ndash; check. I had been looking at the Statue of Liberty as we flew around for the offshore approach, Antonio promised me I&amp;rsquo;d get a lot closer look tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OK, I mentally braced myself. Girlfriend. Look loving. Make it good. Starting now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-Bondage Humiliation 2</title><link>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Antonio Meraz was a quiet, standard intense Italian guy. Liz told me he played rugby like he did everything else, looked it over, planned his steps, then made things happen. He was scary good, she said, when he wanted to be. He had shown up at a few of the parties, kept an eye on me from a distance, but never did anything with me. Two or three of the players didn&amp;rsquo;t want anything to do with what was being done to me, and he was one of them. Happy to socialize, happy to drink the beer, wasn&amp;rsquo;t into abusing the furniture. He took crap from some of the guys for never doing anything with me, even when they taunted him to come up and kiss me or feel me up or have sex with me, but he pretty much just waved a beer bottle at them and laughed them off. They all did respect him, he was almost a 4.0 student, came from some manufacturing family in New York City, was a marketing and management double major, and everyone had penciled him in as one of these &amp;ldquo;take over Dad&amp;rsquo;s company when he gets old enough&amp;rdquo; stories. And by all the looks of things he could. And he could kick a rugby ball, Liz told me, half the field and quite often land it in a four-foot circle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Self-Bondage Humiliation 2</title><link>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/24/self-bondage-humiliation-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Storycodes:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I knew I hadn&amp;rsquo;t much time. None, in fact; it had run out. The team had won another away game and most of them would be here within fifteen minutes. Especially the ones that were here last week. Who saw me absolutely ruin my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;d been made quite perfectly clear to me. No more snotty bitch. No more arguing about the parties. As a matter of fact, I was now expected to have one keg set up and a second keg handy, snacks or something laid out on the table, and…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/chain/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-14-cell-the-order"&gt;Chapter 14: Cell, The Order&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the third of the following month before Jenni could schedule a visit. When she showed up at Jill&amp;rsquo;s front door, Jill was excited to get her fence project started.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hi Jenni, any problem finding the house?” Jill asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“No problem at all, and it’s Jerri.” Jerri replied, “Guess who lost the election this month!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh,” Jill realized with twins you couldn’t make assumptions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kidnapped for Pleasure</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/kidnapped-for-pleasure/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/kidnapped-for-pleasure/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Running a large company takes a lot of time and effort, having to control the day to day running is very tiring, especially when you never get the chance to take a break and enjoy some more personal time. I was looking for a way to have some time away from controlling everything, when I spoke to a friend who is in the same boat as me; she told me about a discrete personal service provided by a company to help alleviate the stress build-up that she had used. She said that the outfit provides whatever service the client needs, in her case, to be taken away and kept as a bound captive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Leather Bound Slave</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/leather-bound-slave/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/leather-bound-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;James, my husband, and I have been together now for over five years; we met through mutual friends and clicked from the moment that we saw each other. Our relationship developed over time and carried on from there until we decided to marry and live together, moving into a new home to start our lives forward. We have no children as yet, so I’m spoilt for attention by James.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have been exploring our sexuality and making things spicier in the bedroom, starting out with the usual kinky underwear worn by me to please him, and then we moved on to include some bondage sessions with me tied either to the bed or some other place in our home. This all happened after James had held me firmly down to the bed while having sex one night when we stayed at his parent’s place. I loved the feeling of helplessness as he held my wrists down to the bed above my head, his other hand placed over my mouth to stop my cries of pleasure from waking everyone in the house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5-fallout"&gt;Part 5. Fallout&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Keys had Emma strip naked before cuffing her hands to a suspension bar over the bathtub she ended up standing in, within the middle of the room. Her chastity belt was removed before Emma was required to step each leg on either side of the tub, one at a time. A winch lowered her hands about a foot to allow her legs to be more than three feet apart from each as her knees bent in a slight squat where the upper part of her calves rested against the tub. Miss Keys put ankle cuffs on Emma and the locked chains from the ankle cuffs and the eye bolts just under the lip of the tub. Miss Keys used the winch again to raise Emma&amp;rsquo;s hands forcing Emma&amp;rsquo;s legs and feet to readjust until she was standing on her toes with little movement allowed and her legs barely touching the sides of the tub. This position left her in a small squat that was straining her arms, legs and toes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6-damsel-consequences"&gt;Part 6. Dam(sel) Consequences&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janice was still setting up her display with what Emma assumed were employees or volunteers at the least. She had basically brought her own store and set it up off to the side of the area they would be using for demonstration. The demonstration area was a large stage with a large number of tables with various objects, unique furniture, and some interesting looking devices. Seeing them left Emma curious about how many of these things she would experience today. Out front of the main demonstration area was a couple hundred seats spread out front for guests to watch from. Some of those seats were already filled with more people coming. Though Emma knew it was a public event, people could watch live from other areas or later at their convenience.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Penultimate Truth</title><link>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/16/the-penultimate-truth/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Courtney Latham, 27, admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She possessed black hair and matching eyes, weighed 120 lbs, and stood five feet four inches tall barefoot. Her breasts were a B cup that perfectly matched her figure, a narrow waist, flat stomach, attractive pussy and legs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Pain before pleasure,” she said to herself in the mirror.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had just finished with a scorching shower that left her perspiring and her skin tingling, and now she briskly toweled herself off. Next she dried her hair, and tied her tresses behind her hair with a crunchy. This way her hair wouldn’t get in the way, when she placed a ball-gag in her mouth after she had placed herself in bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mental Balancing Act</title><link>/stories/2022/12/08/a-mental-balancing-act/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/08/a-mental-balancing-act/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nicole had truly been to hell and back. Her first night as Victoria’s slave had been the most extreme thing she had experienced so far as a submissive. It had not been the latex she was wearing. The catsuit, hood, corset, gloves, boots and bondage gear was pretty much standard attire when she submitted. It had not been the bondage she was in. Laying on Victoria’s dinner table, spread eagle, with her wrist and ankle cuffs strapped to the four corners was child’s play compared to what she usually was submitted to.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emma on Display</title><link>/stories/2022/12/05/emma-on-display/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/05/emma-on-display/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting at home feeling bored and lonely, Emma was currently in the last semester of her time at university; her work had been completed and assignments submitted, so she had nothing to do and no one to do things with. Living away from home, while she enjoyed the freedom it gave her, she missed having family around her, especially at times like these when her friends were all away. Her apartment felt empty.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Keyholder Demoness</title><link>/stories/2022/12/05/keyholder-demoness/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/05/keyholder-demoness/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="book-1"&gt;Book 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-01"&gt;Chapter 01&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Charity McKenzie’s girlfriend was late.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They had been in a relationship for a year - long enough for Charity to know that Blue Barclay was always on time. Punctuality was a key feature of Blue’s personality. Her attention to detail was exquisite. It is what made Blue successful at her job. It made their shared home feel safe and familiar. It provided Charity the trust she needed to allow Blue to dominate her in the bedroom - to dominate her in their relationship.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Torment of Lorraine Baker</title><link>/stories/2022/12/05/the-torment-of-lorraine-baker/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/05/the-torment-of-lorraine-baker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lorraine Baker turned her head sideways and looked at herself in the playroom mirror. She was restrained lengthwise on the padded horse, with her wrists and ankles locked to the four legs of the wooden device. Resting on her chest was far better than sitting upright on the horse, even with the padding. When seated on the horse with her entire weight bearing down on her sex it seemed like she was being cut in half.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>B.T.</title><link>/stories/2022/12/03/b.t./</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/03/b.t./</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I first off should apologize for the cheeky rude title, but the main character&amp;rsquo;s rather large endowments are a source of envy for her &amp;ldquo;friends,&amp;rdquo; so much so that the rude nickname stuck. I also probably shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to say this, but this story is complete fiction, and no actual ponygirls were injured in any way while writing this, although I have actually ridden a short distance in a stock trailer before, less than fully dressed on a dare, although purely for research purposes…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2022/12/03/chain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/03/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-13-cell-schwartz-iron-works"&gt;Chapter 13: Cell, Schwartz Iron Works&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Life was good for Jill and Bob since Clair had gone off to college. Jill’s weight was under control thanks to regular walks and rejoining her tennis team. Bob was also building a reputation at work as an outstanding salesperson, and one who went out of his way to help others. Bob never hesitated to coach or help younger or less experienced salespersons. It was obvious to both management and his coworkers that Bob was more concerned with the company’s success than his own.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Cave Challenge</title><link>/stories/2022/12/01/the-cave-challenge/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/12/01/the-cave-challenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kris had been planning and looking forward to her next challenge for weeks, she had found the cave on a hike she had taken with friends. The cave was relatively straight going back into the side of the small mountain a few hundred yards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the idea formed, she visited the cave a few times deciding exactly what she wanted to do for an outdoor bondage challenge. During her drives out and back she figured out how much fuel it took for the drive adding that idea in her planning.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kate's First Video</title><link>/stories/2022/11/29/kates-first-video/</link><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/29/kates-first-video/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m Kate. I’m 21, tiny at 5’0”, slender, medium length jet-black hair. Small-ish boobs, but on my little frame they catch the eyes. In the last few years I’ve been experimenting with selfbondage. In a sentence, I started with spread-eagle bed bondage and later began experimenting with forced vibrator scenarios. I’ve been adding to my play, going a little further, doing a little more, trying things that renew that edgy feeling.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2022/11/23/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/23/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was shaping up to be an absolutely beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright, painted in brilliant shades of blue and gold as the sun slowly began to crest the horizon and peak above the treetops. The canopy of purest emerald overhead rustled and shook as a faint breeze set the trees swaying this way and that, casting dappled patterns of shadow and glistening shafts of light over the earth in shifting, nonsense patterns while the last lingering remnants of dew glittered like a thousand diamonds. It was the sort of glorious sight that only the most dedicated early riser could truly enjoy. However, feeling the damp earth give ever so slightly beneath the soles of her shoes, her lungs burning as she sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath, skin almost clammy from the cool air washing over sweat covered skin, Brianna Wilde was not in the best position to appreciate that beauty. Rather, as she jogged along the little wooded path, the muscles of her legs protesting each step and the faint chirp of birdsong drowned out by her racing heart and harsh breathing, the only thing the blue-haired girl was really aware of was the gloriously toned form of Sofia Petrovna jogging along a handful of paces in front of her. Though covered with a sheen of sweat as well, the blonde did not seem at all phased by the effort, her form perfect as she set a quick but manageable pace, the muscles of her strong thighs and pert ass almost rippling beneath wonderfully tanned skin, while each step set her ample breasts bouncing tantalizingly despite the tight sports bra she was wearing. It was an intoxicating sight, and one that almost made up for having to wake up so early in the morning. Almost. Still, despite the burn she could feel in every fiber of her being, and the creeping exhaustion from trying to keep pace with her mistress, Brianna could not help but be a little proud of herself as well. While she certainly lacked the discipline, or desire, to pursue the kind of fitness regime that Sofia had dedicated herself to for decades, these early morning jogs were getting easier. Every day it seemed as if her muscles protested a little less, her breathing came a little easier, and her stamina grew just a bit more. And besides that, while she had never said anything it was clear that fitness was an important part of Sofia’s life and it felt… nice to be able to share this with her, especially when Roxanna could not.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Mental Balancing Act</title><link>/stories/2022/11/19/a-mental-balancing-act/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/19/a-mental-balancing-act/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nicole was sitting naked on the sofa, drifting away in thought, watching the TV. The movie playing was just moving images at this point without any coherence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Earth to Victoria… Victoria, do you read me!? Huston we might have a problem here…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Victoria snapped out of her thoughts and looked down at Nicole who was resting her head in Victoria’s lap. Nicole had invited her over and they had had a wonderful 3 hour session and about an hour of aftercare. They were now on Nicole&amp;rsquo;s sofa, both fully naked, chilling and watching a movie. Victoria smiled and answered, “Yes… shit, sorry… I was somewhere else…”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Chain</title><link>/stories/2022/11/19/chain/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/19/chain/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-11-backpacking-trees-and-creeks"&gt;Chapter 11: Backpacking, Trees and Creeks&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clair wasn’t sure if it was the sunlight making the inside of her sleeping bag glow or her bladder that woke her up. She had no idea what time it was, and nothing to do about it anyway. She was still bound tightly in the sleeping bag with just a small hole above her face to breathe through. She really didn’t want to pee in a sleeping bag checked out from the University Rec Department, but the discomfort was becoming intense.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2022/11/16/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/16/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With the sun setting on the horizon, my motorbike roared down the open road, passing cities and large towns. Within the last few months, these places would be the perfect place for me to stop and to make a life for myself. However, with an empty purse and no one willing to let me stay with them, I had to take my last option possible.I watched the final town disappear from my wing mirror, with only the light pollution illuminating the skies as a memory of the location I just passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The High Cost of Used Books</title><link>/stories/2022/11/15/the-high-cost-of-used-books/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/15/the-high-cost-of-used-books/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The day had not gone according to plan. I was supposed to have gone riding with my friends, but instead had to fill in at our used bookstore. Worse, it was now snowing heavily outside at the rate of two inches an hour, with no letup in sight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My family had owned the used bookstore for years, and it gave my family a pretty good living and had sent me to college. My college education had been paid for by romance novels, comics, science fiction, and porn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girl Crush</title><link>/stories/2022/10/26/girl-crush/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/26/girl-crush/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…I mutely watched it all happen; the feeling of naked abandonment almost overwhelming for me. It&amp;rsquo;s just like a dream come true, but I also expect to see those same headlights come back in a few seconds, and when they don&amp;rsquo;t I start to really listen to what is going on around me. &lt;em&gt;So, this is really what you wanted Jackie?&lt;/em&gt; I ask myself cynically, &lt;em&gt;is this really better than getting all close and loving with Kris, even in the back of a moving limo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lie Back And Think Of England</title><link>/stories/2022/10/10/lie-back-and-think-of-england/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/10/lie-back-and-think-of-england/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I hope I don&amp;rsquo;t have to kill him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s walking towards me, maybe 50m away now. The single light on the loading bay to my left is not helping much, but his body language is still wrong, he&amp;rsquo;s tensed up, walking fast and leading with his right shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oi, dipshit. Calm the fuck down, ok?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I shout it loud enough for him to hear easily. He stops as if he&amp;rsquo;s run out of power, then he looks around as if confused. Daft cunt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Superbowl Sex Slave</title><link>/stories/2022/09/15/superbowl-sex-slave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/15/superbowl-sex-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Honey, I&amp;rsquo;m home!&amp;rdquo; I yelled, pulling my suitcase into the foyer behind me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d just spent the better part of today, or was it yesterday, flying back from Taipei on a business trip. Taipei to Hawaii, Hawaii to Los Angeles, LA to New York. I had finished days earlier than I thought I would. While Taipei was nice, I had been there numerous times before. And I had gotten just so homesick! So I was lucky enough to find a seat on a flight home, so I came home unannounced, to surprise my husband, Christopher.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stocks and Bonds</title><link>/stories/2022/09/08/stocks-and-bonds/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/08/stocks-and-bonds/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once, there had been a car accident. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t bad enough to make the papers, but it did change Jill&amp;rsquo;s life forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jill worked for a firm on Wall Street, and had gotten a bonus at the end of the year. Instead of spending her check on a trip, she had instead decided to pay off her car that she had bought the year before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had taken the day off, and had paid the balance on her loan. To celebrate, she was going to a restaurant to meet with friends for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Night Stay</title><link>/stories/2022/09/05/one-night-stay/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/05/one-night-stay/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cindy had sort of run away from home, she was twenty-three years old and felt just because she looked much younger didn’t give her daddy the right to treat her like a little girl. She had only been in the city once before having lived in the small farming community all her life so when she decided to leave her parents home after another fight about her coming home late there wasn’t much of a plan. She had started falling asleep an hour ago pulling over at the first hotel she spotted and even with her extremely limited experience she didn’t think this looked like a good place. “It’s only for one night” she muttered to herself as she parked her shiny little car, having always kept it spotless and running perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2022/09/05/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/05/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2-the-maid-and-the-unicorn"&gt;Part 2. The Maid and The Unicorn&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Catching her breath for the past ten minutes after the attendant left, Emma still found herself bound and locked to the baggage trolley. It had been a long walk from the registration area on to the ship and finally to her room. While tired and feeling a little drained, there was not much she could do but stand there like an object. This trip has already been eventful and the cruise hasn&amp;rsquo;t officially started. She was still frustrated and horny. She could tell the tops of her stockings were thoroughly soaked as wetness was permeating down the insides of her stockings. She had no idea how she would make it through this trip without many orgasms and she wasn&amp;rsquo;t planning to remove the belt. As it was, she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop thinking about Nix and what happened. More importantly was what she hoped would happen. She was so close to orgasm with Nix binding her but it turned out to be a cruel tease, which excited Emma even more. A knock on Emma&amp;rsquo;s room door snapped her drifting mind back to reality.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Girl Crush</title><link>/stories/2022/09/01/girl-crush/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/01/girl-crush/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…First off let me say that I never thought I&amp;rsquo;d ever be here myself, not that I don&amp;rsquo;t get along with other women just fine, but most of my everyday friends and coworkers are guys; it&amp;rsquo;s the nature of my business, it&amp;rsquo;s also the nature of my flirty personality. There are reasons for this; perhaps it&amp;rsquo;s that other women have this habit of stabbing me in the back, or maybe it&amp;rsquo;s that I look and act a certain way, and that doesn&amp;rsquo;t exactly endear me to the girlfriends and wives who think my friendly manner with their significant others is an implied offer for something more. Then of course there is what amounts to a theoretical open hall pass for that &amp;ldquo;something more&amp;rdquo; from my loving and understanding husband, so some measure of open availability - without perceived consequences on my end - perhaps is sensed by those ladies around me, as well as their attached and just as friendly guys. I&amp;rsquo;m there for the proverbial taking, but not by just anybody.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Office Discipline</title><link>/stories/2022/09/01/office-discipline/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/01/office-discipline/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;When I arrived at Lavender Rose Bar down in the Chelsea section of Manhattan, it was already packed solid. After work, I’d eaten dinner, showered, and rested before hitting the bar scene.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Lavender Rose is a small Lesbian Bar that had outgrown its small space. Fridays the place was packed, with all sorts of women. Everything from femmes to butch dykes in black leather. One regular patron was there, with her girlfriend on a leash.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure</title><link>/stories/2022/09/01/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/01/subspace-emmas-fetish-cruise-adventure/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1-arrival-and-registration"&gt;Part 1. Arrival and Registration&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emma&amp;rsquo;s Uber pulled up to her destination. She looked out the window at the bright blue sunny sky with a large cruise ship sitting about the length of a football field away. She had been waiting for months for this trip. Her body shivered in excitement and was instantly hornier than before; which was pretty horny, seeing as she had denied herself any release for the last month. She was here just as registration opened and boarding was allowed so there weren&amp;rsquo;t many people yet. She smiled to herself as she looked at the people heading towards the boat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Politically Incorrect</title><link>/stories/2022/08/27/politically-incorrect/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/27/politically-incorrect/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The class had ended an hour before, and I&amp;rsquo;d made a complete fool of myself. First off, I&amp;rsquo;d come into my psychology class a half hour late, looking like something out of a thrift shop. Then, I&amp;rsquo;d sounded like a shrill windbag arguing with my instructor on her theme of &amp;ldquo;Dominance in Everyday Life.&amp;rdquo; So the instructor called me into her office for a discussion.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well Helen,&amp;rdquo; she began, &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know why you caused me so much trouble today,&amp;rdquo; said Dr. Terrel. The woman was still attractive and slim well into her forties.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/08/22/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/22/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-9"&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Me and Emily sat in silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been two hours since we got home after the eventful day at Tanya&amp;rsquo;s store, my body was sore and my bottom-half was still buzzing from the earlier events. My sister played with her fingers, her mind absent from the real world and was full with multiple questions with a few answers she was already coming up with. Her anxiety was on high-alert and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t lie that my body was going through the same.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New Office Decoration</title><link>/stories/2022/08/21/the-new-office-decoration/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/08/21/the-new-office-decoration/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a few days since I, Robin, was used by Felicia Knight, my friend and boss, to demonstrate a bondage stand that the company I work for makes. I was getting more and more excited as the day ticked by until one of the bondage-stands I demonstrated would be delivered to my house.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just before lunch I got a text from Felicia asking me to meet her in her office. I saved my work and went right up. Her office was basically the same since the last time I was there but there was a new bondage rack in the place of the last one I tested. Before I had a chance to look it over, she hung up the phone and walked around the desk. Once she got to me, she grabbed me and gave me a really passionate kiss.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Your Master Requires Thirty Days</title><link>/stories/2022/07/09/your-master-requires-thirty-days/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/07/09/your-master-requires-thirty-days/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="how-it-came-to-be"&gt;How It Came To Be&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Is it true, Paula? You came here, to the Center, by choice?” The question came from Trina, the most recent addition to the circle of friends. The two women had something in common. Katrina, Trina for short, had also started her life at the Center as a willing if uninformed participant.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The dinner conversation had turned to early days at the Center, a safe topic since they weren’t in the secure area. Paula and Big Mike, her master, were the earliest arrivals at the Center among the group sitting around the table. Paula looked a question at Big Mike, silently seeking permission to answer.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Denise: A Short Tale About Something Even Shorter Something</title><link>/stories/2022/06/21/denise-a-short-tale-about-something-even-shorter-something/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/06/21/denise-a-short-tale-about-something-even-shorter-something/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Denise Grant stood at the corner of the Science Building waiting for that bitch Alicia Stevens to finally show up. Goddammit, she&amp;rsquo;d show her this time. She&amp;rsquo;d get her back big time for all the humiliation she had put her through after their break-up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Denise went through the memorized list in her head. First, there was the very, very public break-up where Alicia had French-kissed the first boy she saw after loudly announcing that she and Denise were done. Then there was the scribbled attack on the wall outside the cafeteria: THE BEST CURE FOR LESBIANISM IS DENISE GRANT! Then there was the party where Denise had just wanted to ask her what had made her so mad at her, and the bitch threw a glass of red wine on her favorite dress. And then finally, there was the message on the school forum with the subject line: &amp;ldquo;Denise Grant, proof of female incels?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2022/06/21/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/06/21/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion20.html"&gt;chapter 40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="41"&gt;41&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once again Dear Reader, I must apologise. I&amp;rsquo;ve spent countless weeks living in the most unimaginable bliss and have yet again neglected to record them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My previous life has all but entirely evaporated from my mind. Never did I conceive it remotely possible that I would inhabit such a glorious world as this.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The timelines are all mixed up in my airy-fairy head but I remember speaking of the decision I made in the white room to restrict myself to one meal a day. And it was not long thereafter that I awoke back in my own cell on Sublevel 2 without an inkling of how I had come to be there.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Undercover Leashed</title><link>/stories/2022/06/09/undercover-leashed/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/06/09/undercover-leashed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Janet had finally finished the harness having already made the sleeves of the heavy coat look like they had arms and hands and felt she was ready to try out her latest public bondage torture. Janet loved bondage especially public self bondage and every year when the temperature dropped she was ready with multiple outings planned using her heavy coats as cover. Over the last few years Janet had found or created many different props for her outings with a few of them becoming regulars. Now she was ready to try a different approach, adding a large variable: her very excitable Labrador. The idea had grown from watching him pull at his collar choking himself and the hidden desire that she had always wished she was the one being led around on a short leash with a tight collar. As the idea grew she figured out ways to use her favorite gag, her heavy nipple piercings with her custom leg braces and even the modified bark collar she often wore when she was actually walking him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are we going to do?&amp;rdquo; Emily asked, on the verge of tears as she put on her pyjamas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t answer, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know the answer. Jane never gave us enough time to explain ourselves, not that there was anything to explain. As soon as she saw our two bodies on top of each other, she walked right into the kitchen and she had been in there since. Despite being stunned at first, I managed to get off Emily and we escaped into the safety of our bedroom where we dressed in our sleepwear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>That Dream Again</title><link>/stories/2022/04/18/that-dream-again/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/04/18/that-dream-again/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I had one of those dreams again sweetheart&amp;rdquo; I heard from my perplexed husband, his words sounding like more of a confession than relating some horrific nightmare though. I called him my husband, and everybody in our circle of friends called him this too, but the truth of the matter was that we had never officially married, and for business purposes I therefore retained my family surname too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;The one where I&amp;rsquo;m out with Rob from accounting at the restaurant, and you&amp;rsquo;re our bumbling waiter?&amp;rdquo; I asked. It was a dream with a lot of suggestive promise, one that even turned me on as all the ladies at the office, to include myself, had a thing for the new guy Rob. But more importantly, the concept of my dating Rob apparently turned my husband on in some measure too; enough to even dream about it. Sometimes in these dreams of his I was dressed in my business attire, and other times something more tantalising and slinky that I didn&amp;rsquo;t even own. In each of them though there was an apparent theme of incompetence in whatever my husband was doing for us, all as he served us - or attempted to - in his anonymous humility.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>You Lost, Fair and Square</title><link>/stories/2022/03/30/you-lost-fair-and-square/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/30/you-lost-fair-and-square/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…Why do I have to do it Jackie?&amp;rdquo; Roger whined.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because you won the poll we girls took, your height and size works for this too, and last but not least it was your girlfriend that bailed on us at the last minute.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was the official leader of the group - at least for the first phase - I had made the arrangements, had arranged for the small bus that would drop us off at the entry point, and I had the hiking charter to access the land we were to use in my name. Everything was arranged, but I should have known better than to include a boyfriend-girlfriend combo in the mix. Second year college students aren&amp;rsquo;t known for stable relationships, so this one was on me, but at least all of us were friendly enough with each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bought-a-Bot</title><link>/stories/2022/03/23/bought-a-bot/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/23/bought-a-bot/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;How are you feeling this morning, Clarke?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm… Is it morning already?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes. And your body should have finished breaking down the aphrodisiac molecules that I transferred to you by accident. It&amp;rsquo;s been seventy-two hours.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are so technical about everything. Well, yesterday I could barely feel it, so I guess I&amp;rsquo;m no longer affected now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After Alice had explained to me that her saliva was defective and that it had affected my sexual impulses greatly, I had told her that there was nothing wrong with exploring our sexuality until her appointment to get tuned. But after another day of wild lesbian sex, I was a bit uneasy about that statement. She noticed it and prevented me from kissing her just to show me that her saliva effect was indeed temporary. As frustrating as it was not to have sex with her during that period, this withdrawal experience confirmed what I thought; she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t do anything to harm me or take over my life. She cared.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bought-a-Bot</title><link>/stories/2022/03/23/bought-a-bot/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/23/bought-a-bot/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I pressed my thumb on the reader, my personal info appeared on the computer screen sitting on the shiny white desk. The lady behind it seemed detached from the moment as she punched a few things in her system, making sure to make me feel unimportant. A bit of good customer service wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have hurt, but somehow, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t blame her; her job recently got very dull and depressing, and it was no fault of her own. Going from a skilled bot customizer to an irrelevant cashier in a matter of a day was probably not what she had in mind when she got this job.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Slippered</title><link>/stories/2022/03/19/slippered/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/19/slippered/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My Master is making me write this story about my latest punishment. He says he will make me read it out loud at the next munch as a warning to all of the other slaves to behave and listen to their Masters.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He doesn’t punish me very often, partly because he thinks I like it. He said to tell the absolute truth in this, so I guess I have to admit that if it’s a spanking, I usually do like it. Sometimes when he spanks me, I like it a lot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Playing Maid</title><link>/stories/2022/03/12/playing-maid/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/12/playing-maid/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4-a-fresh-start"&gt;Part 4: A Fresh Start&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…Jim never got to three, our newly committed and panty wearing maid running off towards the house in a most feminine way - likely because of the cold dewy grass on her bare feet - apparently to do Jim&amp;rsquo;s bidding. I think the back to back shocks were just too much for my former husband, and the threat of Jim&amp;rsquo;s belt like a necessary slap in the face to refocus her; drive her towards the only proper action for her now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2022/03/11/dive/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/11/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7---a-full-fledged-assault-for-the-good-of-valhalla-and-the-other-world"&gt;Chapter 7 - A Full Fledged Assault (for the good of Valhalla and the other world)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was nothing short of carnage, a very clean one without blood or death. It was more like a graceful ballet performed by a surreal warrior. From behind her golden armor, while yielding an unbreakable spear and a large roman shield, Cleopatra was teaching me a valuable lesson about trust.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After having had some serious reservations about this overly simplistic plan, a frontal attack on that populous town ruled by the infamous Queen of Valhalla, the Sun warrior, who had incessantly repeated that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t be defeated, demonstrated that she truly was an anomaly within the game.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Lapdog</title><link>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</link><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/11/the-lapdog/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6-the-last-surprise"&gt;Chapter 6: The Last Surprise&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa shivered in the cold mud as she pawed at the heavy iron chain that tethered her to her doghouse. A chastity belt had been locked onto her, denying her the solace of even a moment of pleasure. The people that passed by all stared at her in contempt. Several of them took photos to share with their friends. Every single one of them was someone from Lisa’s past. She knew them, and they knew her. A few of the passersby had dogs with them. Even the dogs were better off than her, for they had won the approval of their masters. Lisa wasn’t allowed to be with Mistress, she was being punished. But the worst part was, she &lt;em&gt;deserved&lt;/em&gt; to be punished&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Are All The Good Ones Gone?</title><link>/stories/2022/03/01/are-all-the-good-ones-gone/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/01/are-all-the-good-ones-gone/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1--pre-birthday-dinner"&gt;Chapter 1 – Pre-Birthday Dinner&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A very frustrated Hannah had just finished talking to her overbearing mother about her love life. She was going to turn 35 this weekend but was still unattached. Her mother had been pressuring her every year since she turned 30 to settle down and have a family. She had told her mother it wasn’t that easy to just get married and have children, she hadn’t found the right man yet. As she thought about it, Hannah remembered back to a time when she had plenty of opportunities but had not been ready to settle down. Now there didn’t seem to be any men that were interested in her and she felt like all the good ones were gone. Either they had settled down themselves or moved away.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2022/03/01/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/01/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion19.html"&gt;chapter 39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="40"&gt;40&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once the test on Level 10 timed out I immediately turned and made my way back to the shelf from which I had procured the helpful lanyard. As I raised my arm to replace it a dull thump penetrated the layers of my isolation. I turned and saw that my dressing assistant and the Nurse had returned. The Californian was speaking rapidly as she strode towards me but not a word of it penetrated my helmet and hoods. She brusquely took the lanyard from my big black rubber mitten. Her voice was louder now but still beyond my comprehension. Our Nurse handed her a phone, pointing to the screen. Soon the lively monologue of my assistant was assaulting my ears through the communications link.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2022/02/28/dive/</link><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/28/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---slaves-and-adventures"&gt;Chapter 6 - Slaves and Adventures&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So this was where the Queen came from?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a medieval village in MY game, in MY world, and it was a thousand times more advanced than mine. A fully armored Cleopatra and I were lying in the snow under a tree not to be detected while we went over our absurd plan once more, if it could even be called a plan. We were about to take a huge risk here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Burglar</title><link>/stories/2022/02/24/burglar/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/24/burglar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sarah had completely lost all track of time by now. She had absolutely no idea how long she&amp;rsquo;d been tied up. She had seen lots of images of people (usually women) bound and gagged, on TV and in the movies and so on. To be honest, the sight had sent a delicious shiver down her spine a time or two, and she had idly wondered what it might feel like, to be bound and gagged and helpless. But she had never imagined that it might actually happen to her, in her own home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmmm,&amp;rdquo; I whimpered softly to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had only been in the bedroom for ten minutes but Emily already had me completely naked and on the bed. Emily was nearly naked herself, wearing only her bra and panties, a collection of our clothes were laid out on the floor. My orders were to lie completely still and close my eyes, I was happy to oblige as I was slowly fading to the realm of sleep anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2022/02/23/dive/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/23/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5---punishment-is-happiness"&gt;Chapter 5 - Punishment is Happiness&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Leave us.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, your Majesty.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clunk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The heavy reinforced wooden door closed behind the Queen. Everything that would happen in this room located deep within her dungeon would not be witnessed by anybody other than her victim and herself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Graciously, she stepped deeper into the candlelit chamber. After carefully removing the wolf mask that concealed her identity and placing it on the nearby desk, she began to take off her complicated yet light dress. When it dropped down on the floor, the cold and humid air of the dungeon brushed against her naked skin, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t mind. Cold didn&amp;rsquo;t affect her. She slowly walked to the central table on which a black-skinned girl was securely tied up with chains fastened to each corner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/19/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/19/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-33---the-end-of-a-nice-dream"&gt;Chapter 33 - The End of a Nice Dream&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara? Clara?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm… Vix? Are… are we still in India?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come… The elevator is waiting for us again. We don&amp;rsquo;t have much time left.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tired and confused, I could feel Vix pulling on my arms, trying to get me off the bed. The room was all dark again, and Asha and Savannah weren&amp;rsquo;t around anymore. The two hot catgirls had mysteriously vanished after our fun activity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/16/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/16/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-32---the-minds-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 32 - The Minds of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did this happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This morning, Lucy called me because Oreo got a cold and said she would like me to cover for her. Since I didn&amp;rsquo;t have school today, I accepted, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t think things would turn into this catastrophic drama.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After traveling to the café from the pethouse, everything was normal. I walked into the Cakes and pets and greeted Lucy before heading to the costume room, where she helped me suit up for the day. Oreo and I were the same size, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t have any problem squeezing my small butt inside the stretchy black and white cat skin, and it felt great to know that I could wear something my girlfriend loved so much. Usually, I was not that interested in being a pet because I preferred just to hang around them, make them drink and eat, and cuddle with them, here in the lounge or the capsule rooms upstairs. But the latex cat costume even smelled like Oreo, so it made my experience a very enticing one.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/02/16/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/16/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Em?&amp;rdquo; I whispered groggily as I gently woke up from my dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night, Emily laid in my arms as we fell asleep together. Admittedly, It was a nice moment, but now she was nowhere to be seen. I rose up slowly from my blankets with a mixed feeling of the day before in the pit of my stomach, I remembered the fun we had with the sex shop, Emily buying a butt plug for the first time and me coming home with the dominatrix outfit.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/13/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/13/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-31---lucy"&gt;Chapter 31 - Lucy&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why did Lucy want all of us to come to the café today? Usually, she is like, &amp;ldquo;No, Trixie! I don&amp;rsquo;t want to see your rat face at the café when you are not working,&amp;rdquo; and then she refuses to give me a piece of cake, and I have to steal one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know, Trixie. Maybe she is going to scold us because we sneaked out of the pethouse while wearing the rabbit costume the other day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kitten Trap</title><link>/stories/2022/02/13/kitten-trap/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/13/kitten-trap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It took her 6 months but Nancy finally got the house that was left to her by her Aunt Ester, who had recently died in a car accident. The house was located outside the town of the college she attended. The location was close enough that she was going to just move in there and save money for housing on the campus. The drive to the house was pretty as it wove its way up a wood hill. The house itself was very large. It wasn’t as large as movie star mansions but it still had lots of room. As she drove up three guys came outside to greet her. She recognized them all. She had grown up with them in the town below. She hasn’t seen them in a few years but stayed in touch by phone and e-mail. She jumped out of the car and ran over to hug all three of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/09/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/09/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-30---the-bravery-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 30 - The Bravery of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;WRRRZZZZZZ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;AAAAH! NOOO!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trixie jumped down the doctor&amp;rsquo;s table and ran to the corner of the room to hide behind the large plant. Even though he had explained to her that this noisy saw would only cut her cast and not her actual arm, it scared the shit out of her anyway. Like we did all morning, Misti and I attempted to reassure her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2022/02/06/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/06/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-29---cooking-pets"&gt;Chapter 29 - Cooking Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was early in the morning, too early. I could have stayed in bed and rested because, frankly, spending time with ALL the petgirls out of costume all at once wasn&amp;rsquo;t easy. My little friends could be sexually demanding. At night, they gave Oreo and me some privacy, but it was a different story during the day. I never had as much sex over two days. I was wondering if there was a correlation between that and Oreo&amp;rsquo;s cute BDSM outfit I borrowed. Maybe that new look had made me more desirable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Subscription</title><link>/stories/2022/01/31/subscription/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/31/subscription/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bye, Jenna!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;See you next week, Layla. Enjoy your weekend!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Will do!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yes, that was my name. Layla. And that was also the name on the ID card that I tossed on the passenger seat of my car, signaling that I was ready to take a moment to relax. It has been a tough week at work, and this long three-day weekend was more than welcome.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I only worked in the garden center of a renovation store, so it wasn&amp;rsquo;t overly demanding because I liked plants a lot, but still, when work was over, I didn&amp;rsquo;t carry that hobby with me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have any plants or trees to take care of at home, and I intended to keep it that way. I had better things to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To Do List</title><link>/stories/2022/01/31/to-do-list/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/31/to-do-list/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sunday morning I actually woke up early and with Nick still sleeping I quietly crept out of bed and went to the guest room so I could take a shower without disturbing him and, not knowing what plans he had (for me), I put my sweat pants on again and a tee but stayed barefoot as I made my way to the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While the coffee was brewing I made some toast (I’m not a big breakfast person) and as I was pouring a cup for myself I heard Nick taking a shower but not knowing what he would like for breakfast I just put a cup next to the brewer for him.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gift</title><link>/stories/2022/01/27/gift/</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/27/gift/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was shivering down to my core as I approached the address I had been given. It was a cold evening, but admittedly the shivering was not completely due to the weather, since the anticipation was strong enough to make me quiver.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a rough day. Focusing on anything had been pretty much impossible. I had to make an effort to remember to eat and to keep myself hydrated. I wanted to be ready for this and didn&amp;rsquo;t want hunger or thirst to distract me from what was about to happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2022/01/20/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/20/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion18.html"&gt;chapter 37&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="38"&gt;38&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My pink day-suit hugged me. My vacuum-sealed Aquala squeezed me. Massive Thor enveloped me whole. The extreme weight of my accessories pushing me towards the Earth were powerless to stop my flight to the heavens. Within the otherworldly diving helmet I&amp;rsquo;d reached yet another level of heavy rubber immersion. I&amp;rsquo;d all but forgotten that I had ever had another life before entering the Institute.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A familiar voice startled me. I scanned the room through the thick glass but my assistant and the Nurse had vanished, leaving me unattended. &amp;ldquo;Earth to 123, can you hear me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Your Master Requires Your Obedience</title><link>/stories/2022/01/16/your-master-requires-your-obedience/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/16/your-master-requires-your-obedience/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="center-express"&gt;Center Express&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trina, short for Katerina, stole a glance at the guard sitting next to her. He seemed to be bored; that was understandable considering how many times he must have traveled this road. Bored but always alert, she noticed when he sat up in swift reaction to her sidelong peek. On the job as well, as Trina discovered when he reached behind her back to check on the handcuffs.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Roommate Fun</title><link>/stories/2022/01/11/roommate-fun/</link><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/11/roommate-fun/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We were probably the luckiest chicks on campus – my roommate and I. We spent a lot of time together at the gym and dance class, so it didn’t take us long to discover that we shared interest in bondage. During the summer between first and second year, we found a basement suite just off campus and roomed together. We could have done with a one bedroom, but the second bedroom was convenient for the occasional time one of us would bring a boy home with us.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To Do List</title><link>/stories/2022/01/08/to-do-list/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/08/to-do-list/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hadn’t seen Nick for quite some time and although we keep in touch very regularly our schedules (he travels a lot) just don’t allow me to see him very often so when he offered, very unexpectedly, to help me with two of my BBL items (I had told him about several of them) I jumped at the opportunity … suspension and pet play.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ve wanted to experience these things for quite some time so after going over some of the things I/we had in mind on the phone I agreed to stay at his place for the weekend and, if either of my fantasies didn’t work out, he assured me he would find other ways to amuse me for the weekend, or better translated, “other ways to amuse himself for the weekend”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Personal Trainer</title><link>/stories/2022/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</link><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/01/04/my-personal-trainer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…&amp;ldquo;JESSICA, YOU WILL GO TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE ESTATE AND FIND A SUPPLE GREEN TWIG THREE TO FOUR FEET IN LENGTH, THE WILLOW TREE BY THE STREAM WOULD BE A GOOD FIRST CHOICE, UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE WANDERING AROUND IN YOUR EXCESS SKIN ALL MORNING. YOU WILL THEN BREAK IT FROM THE TREE AND RETURN TO ME WITH IT CLENCHED IN YOUR TEETH LIKE A GOLDEN RETRIEVER THAT HAS BEEN PROPERLY TRAINED, ALL SO I CAN BEGIN YOUR OWN TRAINING. IN THIS WAY YOU WILL ASSOCIATE THE STING OF THE SWITCH WITH YOUR SOUR MOUTH, THE IRONY OF HAVING YOU SELECT AND DELIVER THE IMPLEMENT OF YOUR OWN PUNISHMENT JUST TOO SWEET TO PASS UP.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2021/12/31/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/31/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion17.html"&gt;chapter 36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="37"&gt;37&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our Nurse smiled and pushed the big red teat of the bottle to my open lips. Promiscuously she said nothing for a time, sliding the smooth rubber around the circumference of my mouth and teasing me. She made a show of almost removing it before finally shoving the ultimate pacifier fully home and saying simply &amp;ldquo;suck&amp;rdquo;. I obliged, just as I had the very first time in the back of the van when I met her ages before. &amp;ldquo;Suck harder!&amp;rdquo; she had said when my initial efforts failed to yield a drop of the pink goo. There was no need for such exhortations on this occasion, my practiced lips and tongue devoured the large red nipple, squeezing its vital contents deep within me. My groin tingled as I simultaneously pushed the diving helmet against it and continued my feeding, the weight of my ensemble slowly seeming to lessen as my strength and sexual desire grew.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tired and Spent</title><link>/stories/2021/12/28/tired-and-spent/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/28/tired-and-spent/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…It was nothing but a Sunday morning summer hike, or at least that&amp;rsquo;s the way we had planned it. We like to get out together, away from cell phone signals, and the hustle and bustle of everyday life. These little day hikes are almost like therapy for a married couple like us, and I truly like spending time with my husband, he&amp;rsquo;s a great guy, very giving. He generally likes to be the one doing the giving, but every now and then he surprises me, reminding me that there are two of him inside that one body, just like there are inside myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frustration Is A Two Way Street</title><link>/stories/2021/12/27/frustration-is-a-two-way-street/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/27/frustration-is-a-two-way-street/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I heard Helen coming down the hallway so I (quickly) stopped touching my nipples and by the time she came into the living room I was standing, blushing, fidgeting and trying to get my skirt down but of course she saw me adjusting myself and, laughing, she said, “Don’t stop on my account, if you want to “f__k” yourself go right ahead, I’ll just stand here and watch,&amp;quot; of course I was frozen in place, unable to even reply, so after giving me a peck on the cheek (I really wanted her to do more) she said, “Come with me.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Merry Leather Christmas</title><link>/stories/2021/12/25/merry-leather-christmas/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/25/merry-leather-christmas/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was burned out. For the CEO of a mid-size corporation, that’s a problem. I knew it. My chief of staff, Malcolm, knew it. The other C-suite executives knew it. Even the Generation Z girl who brought me my espresso macchiato in the morning knew it. I struggled to make decisions, often was irritable and on occasion was downright rude.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How long has it been since you took a vacation, Lauren?” Malcolm asked me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Frustration Is A Two Way Street</title><link>/stories/2021/12/21/frustration-is-a-two-way-street/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/21/frustration-is-a-two-way-street/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once again it’s been a long time since I’ve written so over the next few weeks I’m going to try to catch up with some of the things that have happened over the last year and then some.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And, as I’ve said in the past, everything I tell you about is true and the conversations, while they may not be word for word, are, as best as I recall, accurate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares</title><link>/stories/2021/12/18/my-summer-of-dares/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/18/my-summer-of-dares/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-18-owned"&gt;Part 18: Owned&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My first full summer of dares was actually coming to a close, the girls brought me back to the abandoned hospital on our way home and we three retrieved my things without incident, although while I was still naked with my arms cuffed behind my back in their well dressed presence, all because I had asked for such. I think my &amp;ldquo;asking&amp;rdquo; for this treatment confirmed for my two pretty friends that I was still &amp;ldquo;into&amp;rdquo; this, but by this point we were, in all reality, well past the &amp;ldquo;asking&amp;rdquo; phase of our new relationship. The place also still had a certain &amp;ldquo;feel&amp;rdquo; to it for us girls, magnified for me I think because of my nudity and restraint, but that was a subject better left for another day.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/12/16/the-manor/</link><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/16/the-manor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I fell back to the bed, with a thin layer of sweat that coated the entire length of my naked body. Sexual moans and groans had once filled the room but now had been replaced by an aftermath of heavy breaths, nothing sexual but to get air back into my lungs. Heat radiated from my body and caused the sweat to leave my body, soaking the messed up sheets that laid underneath me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2021/12/11/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/11/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion16.html"&gt;chapter 34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="35"&gt;35&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My dressing assistant removed her charming snake from my chest and took it away. When she returned I soon realized why she had been chosen for the job. From the rack of drysuits along a wall she removed a &amp;lsquo;Thor&amp;rsquo; made by Northern Diver and carried it towards me as though it were a light summer dress. The suit is the heaviest of the heavy suits made. I would have struggled just to get it off the rack and drag it clumsily for a few feet. I&amp;rsquo;d never worn one, having been totally impressed with the heft of the Gates Pro HD1500 but these are at least half again the weight of those. The Californian held it aloft with one arm and undid its huge stiff zipper which ran along the length of the shoulders in the back. &amp;ldquo;Raise your legs, 123,&amp;rdquo; she ordered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/12/09/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/09/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-28---dating-pets"&gt;Chapter 28 - Dating Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are we doing the right thing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Lucy won&amp;rsquo;t be mad?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think so.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t see why she would. She is always trying hard to keep us happy.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you happy?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I am now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was my way to evacuate anxiety, asking too many questions. But no matter how many answers Oreo provided, it didn&amp;rsquo;t help much. I had this lingering feeling inside of me that made me wonder if we were making a mistake or, at the very least, if I deserved what was happening to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/12/05/dive/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/05/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---the-sun-warrior"&gt;Chapter 4 - The Sun Warrior&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Let me look at you. Why are you so pretty? Your hair is so blue. I love it so much.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are pretty too, Evelyn.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I loved my life this morning. Last night, Nam and I returned to our cabin, leaving Aria and Bethany to their fun, and we had torrid sex all evening until both of us passed out from exhaustion. Earlier, when Nam woke up, she had tried to sneak out to go mining, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in bed. I needed more out of her little tongue.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shawna and Joyce - Weekend Burial</title><link>/stories/2021/12/04/shawna-and-joyce-weekend-burial/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/04/shawna-and-joyce-weekend-burial/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-the-discovery"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Discovery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Joyce and Shawna had been living at their new-England home for a few years. These old turn-of-the-century houses always seemed to hold architectural surprises, from the little tower room in the attic and now to the basement, where a recent restoration of the basement pantry had revealed an old sealed-off stone walled cellar room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Entry into the secret room went through a short stone-arched walkway and a heavy cast-iron door, which was hidden behind some paneling and shelves in the pantry. Upon discovery, the ladies squealed with delight, realizing the potential of another playroom in the old house. The room was dirt floored and very grimy with cobwebs everywhere, but they set out to clean it out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-27---safety-pets"&gt;Chapter 27 - Safety Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I wanted to say… I like you a lot and…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, I know that already, Clara.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, no… Oreo. Listen…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But, I do.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Under the blankets, well hidden from the world, Oreo and I finally found time to talk quietly without being pressured by time or people. Now, it was just a matter for me to find a way to convey my message so that Oreo wouldn&amp;rsquo;t think I was weird or threatening. I also wanted to hear what she had to say in return.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Darcy's Ghost</title><link>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/25/darcys-ghost/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4-till-death-do-us-part"&gt;Part 4: Till Death Do Us Part&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alexis woke with a start. She saw immediately that she was in her own bedroom. But that was where the normalcy ended.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A muzzle gag was strapped across her mouth. She could feel the hard ball on the inside of it between her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the leather straps that ran up either side of her nose and over her head. Alexis tried pushing the ball out with her tongue but it was strapped in tight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Elizabeth's Android Bodyswap</title><link>/stories/2021/11/20/elizabeths-android-bodyswap/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/20/elizabeths-android-bodyswap/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t too far into the future, and multinational corporations were pushing for productivity improvements as well as better control of their company secrets. It was such a competitive world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some time ago, Biodyn Corp had come up with an android that could house human consciousness. There were various ethical and safety issues to work through but eventually it became a mainstream product. Odd ones made their way into the hands of &amp;rsquo;enthusiasts&amp;rsquo;, but the majority were sold to factories.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Niamh's New Shell</title><link>/stories/2021/11/14/niamhs-new-shell/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/14/niamhs-new-shell/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Niamh was a stunning 18 year old girl. Born into wealth, she didn&amp;rsquo;t need anything, and to date her life had been a catalogue of &amp;ldquo;I want&amp;rdquo; and getting it. She was an only child and had inherited her parents&amp;rsquo; money young. They had passed away and there was just her and her butler.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She spent a lot of time browsing kinky websites and she fantasised about some of the things she&amp;rsquo;d read about, particularly stories of dolls and maidbots. She stumbled upon the website of a company that offered to turn real women into dolls of themselves as easily as putting on a new skin.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2021/11/08/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/08/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion15.html"&gt;chapter 32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="33"&gt;33&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Awaking to the usual sounds of cell doors being unlocked and prisoners being escorted to the elevator for their daily tasks above, I recalled what my day ahead promised: an evaluation on Level 10. Before I knew it I had been strapped into one of the automated wheelchairs by our Warden and after whizzing past the mysterious &amp;rsquo;noisy room&amp;rsquo; with its usual mechanical ministrations, waited with some trepidation for the return of the lift. On the way up I was happily surprised when our Nurse stepped inside at Level 6. She gave me the cheeriest of greetings with a knowing smile as I stared unabashedly at her bewitching presence. She looked like she had just left the set of a very high end pornographic production with a medical theme. The light green rubber mini dress just barely covering the very tops of her gleaming white legs, her make-up a little extreme but professionally applied, her shining patent boots laced like corsets, cosseting her curvaceous calves&amp;hellip;she even sported a cute little rubber hat with a red cross on a white background. I was enamoured anew.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/11/04/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/04/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-26---falling-for-pets"&gt;Chapter 26 - Falling for Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara! Get out of that capsule!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;There is no shame in having a crush. It&amp;rsquo;s normal.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Everything is going to be fine! Anyway, you can&amp;rsquo;t hide in there forever!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just come out already, so we can talk about it at least!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why did this happen to me? It was not fair. Yesterday, I admitted to Asha that I had a crush on Oreo, and then, everything went sideways. To make a long story short, I wanted to approach Oreo in a friendly manner and see if my feelings made sense and to inquire about hers as well, but because of an unfortunate series of events, it didn&amp;rsquo;t happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ghost Town</title><link>/stories/2021/11/04/ghost-town/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/11/04/ghost-town/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As the movers retreated down my new street with a friendly wave, I stood across from my new home, and thought about Josh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He would have thought me silly and unusually girlish for having bought such a cliché - small white picket fence, roses, the whole bit - but I knew that was a side of me that he loved. He would have loved the big garage with the attached shop - that was another reason I’d bought this place. I didn’t need a workshop myself. I’d bought it because Josh would have loved it. It didn’t look as cheery with the gathering clouds of a spring storm above, but it was - almost ridiculously cheery. Well, perhaps it was time for some cheer. I’d been mourning a long time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Clowning Around Too</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/clowning-around-too/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/clowning-around-too/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…I woke to the sunshine coming into the bedroom window of the lake house sometime late the next morning, how exactly I got there, and inside, a mystery to me. I thought last night might have been a nightmare, but Sam sitting up in the chair next to my bed, and obviously having slept there to keep watch over me, gave lie to that notion. My legs were still loosely bound together too, but my wrists had been untied, although I don&amp;rsquo;t know exactly when that happened either.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>I Was Kidnapped by Lesbians from Neptune</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/i-was-kidnapped-by-lesbians-from-neptune/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/i-was-kidnapped-by-lesbians-from-neptune/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Marcy was fumbling with her car keys when she first saw the women in silver. It had been a long day at the office, with little chance for fun. She had considered at least doing a simple Halloween costume for work, perhaps an Alice in Wonderland thing to suit her blond hair and blue eyes, but a dull morning meeting had forced her to dress professionally. However, as distracted as Marcy was by thoughts of her wretched day at work, she could hardly have failed to notice the two women making their way through the parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maid for a Steal</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/maid-for-a-steal/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/maid-for-a-steal/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="lisa"&gt;Lisa&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I glanced at my phone, checking the time. Time…precisely what Erin and I were running out of. Not that repeatedly verifying that fact helped. Looking around at the decrepit walls of our rented bathroom, now covered in a layer of chicken wire, I wondered if this was enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“You don’t have to do this,” Erin said, pointedly turning dark brown eyes towards my phone. She did not, however, let go of the chicken wire. “In fact, that sounds like a much better idea.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>RSVP</title><link>/stories/2021/10/29/rsvp/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/29/rsvp/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My story starts way back at the turn of the millennium. For clarity, I probably should have just said, “My story begins in the year 2000,” but I really want people to read my story and the turn of the millennium sounds so much more foreboding than the year 2000. Maybe it would be even more ominous to say that my story begins on the first Halloween of the new millennium.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/10/23/dive/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/23/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---plums-and-nuts"&gt;Chapter 3 - Plums and Nuts&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;NAM! NAAAAM! THERE IS SOMEBODY OUTSIDE!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I saw the hand on the window.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I jumped back on the bed and quickly pulled the blanket over my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why is there someone else in my world? I selected SOLO! Not multiplayer!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know, Evelyn. Shouldn&amp;rsquo;t you let that person in and ask?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;WHAT!? ARE YOU NUTS? What if… What if he kills us?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2021/10/23/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/23/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took in the beauty of the garden. Despite it being in the middle of the summer, the morning was relatively cold but the view was worth it. The morning sun was just stretching over the horizon, illuminating grass and plants in it&amp;rsquo;s heavenly glow. It filled the air and reflected off the morning dew that covered everything in the garden. To me, it looked as if it was a massive diamond, glittering in the light to show off it&amp;rsquo;s amazing value. It gave the area a priceless and almost brand new and innocent look.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I felt safer once I was back in the familiar confines of &amp;ldquo;my&amp;rdquo; room, the first boudoir I had explored. I looked around. So this was to be mine, was it? I felt a thrill of nervous excitement, the sort of expectant exuberance I imagine a young lady must feel on her wedding night. But I was no blushing bride, and there was no nervous groom here intent upon bedding me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This, dear reader, is the story of how one woman, obsessed with the pleasures of the flesh, has found her dreams in the stuff of other people&amp;rsquo;s nightmares, and how, for daring the frontiers of the supernatural and the perverse, has been condemned for an unknown term to a living… well, heaven. Hell it certainly is not. I had my chance to flee, yet I returned again to embrace this den of deviant spirits… and here I shall willingly, if unavoidably, remain. My story begins almost a year ago…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-8-and-conclusion"&gt;Part 8, and Conclusion&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only other item I had taken any note of on my first visit had been the &amp;ldquo;mummy case&amp;rdquo; leaning against one wall, although I now saw that there were plenty of other interesting items. I looked over the harness hanging in the corner, which I had neglected before. It seemed to be intended to suspend a person in a relaxed, horizontal position, while securing their hands and feet in soft leather cuffs. I grinned, imagining a few uses for it, before turning to the sarcophagus.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Topping the stairs, I found myself in a long hallway stretching to the right and left of the landing. I turned right, walking slowly as if fearing to wake anyone who might be sleeping in one of the bedrooms, though the place was obviously deserted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were a great many paintings lining the walls, and examining them I found that each was a lurid depiction of various exotic acts of coitus, of bondage, flagellation, and other less decipherable activities. Stopping at the first door I came to, I placed hand on knob and then froze. What was that sound? But I was being silly. I&amp;rsquo;d fancied I&amp;rsquo;d heard something from the other side, but of course that was impossible. The house had been abandoned for years, and I&amp;rsquo;d seen no sign of vermin or pests in my inspection so far.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At some point I must have lost consciousness for the next thing I knew, I was lying across the threshold of the doorway at the foot of the stairs, the animated riding crop nowhere to be seen. I took stock of myself, half expecting to discover I had broken something in my fall, but the total extent of damage was a slightly tender hip and a very reddened face as I realized how very pleasurable had been the beating I had just received.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know how long I slept, but when I awoke, the quality of light in the room was noticeably different. I glanced toward the window. Through the gauzy privacy curtains, I could see that while it wasn&amp;rsquo;t yet dark, I would have to end my explorations soon if I were to return my horse at a reasonable hour. Carefully, I rose from the bed and took my first real look at the room I had so recently defiled (or sanctified) with my lust.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The streets were deserted and thoroughly damp from the heavy fog that swirled around me. Under the first streetlight (noting that this hamlet was backward enough to still employ oil lamps), I took out the amulet, and circled the carving on the back with my finger. Zip! The corset tightened itself once more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I resumed my leisurely stroll, revelling in my secret pleasure, while the rods danced and wiggled silently within me. At each corner, I would take out the amulet and trigger the magic (as I now thought of it), accepting the changes one by one, each difference making it that much more difficult to continue my constitutional. Once or twice I heard the footsteps of some other somnambulist, perhaps a policeman (did this town even have policemen?) or a shopkeeper up late at the town&amp;rsquo;s one and only pub. But in each case I merely held still away from the lights, and allowed the enveloping fog to conceal my presence.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Revenant of Hargreaves Manor</title><link>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</link><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/22/the-revenant-of-hargreaves-manor/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Without delay, I tore the reins free of the bush, leapt aboard, and urged the gelding into a canter. Big mistake. I pulled him back into a walk and panted for a while, gathering my far-flung wits and letting the clenching of my sex relax again. I was having the devil of a time staying mounted too, since the tight hobble skirt left me no way to get a grip on the horns of the side-saddle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fugazi</title><link>/stories/2021/10/19/fugazi/</link><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/19/fugazi/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Seasonal work on a cruiser boat turned out to be quite a repetitive enterprise. After a few days of cruising tourists along the shore, I was bored out of my skull. Bikini girls brightened up my mood somewhat, but they didn&amp;rsquo;t visit the boat often enough, favouring luxury yachts, and the constant stream of &amp;ldquo;all-inclusive&amp;rdquo; people mashed up in the solid mass of bodies smelling of booze and cheap perfume. I had no options but this summer contract, there was no other job for me. My ship was laid up for a few months, some legal issues with the cargo or something.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/10/15/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/15/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-25---unobtainable-pets"&gt;Chapter 25 - Unobtainable Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I loved Trixie a whole bunch, but she was a demanding one. When she didn&amp;rsquo;t use her broken arm as an excuse to be lazy and make us do everything for her, she wanted to spend all her extra spare time with whoever pet girls were off work on any given day for some sexy time. At least I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to wear her rabbit costume again because there was always someone else more willing than I was. The pet girls were always thrilled when they got to wear costumes they didn&amp;rsquo;t get to put on often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/10/15/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/15/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chains-of-ink"&gt;Chains of Ink&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were times, and places, when a person had to reflect upon the situation they found themselves in and ponder just how they had ended up there. For Zoe Sharpe that moment came one morning, or at least it felt as if enough time had passed for it to be morning, when she found herself in the somewhat uncomfortable position of sitting naked on a hard wooden floor, every inch of her pale skin completely bare and the tattoos that ran up and down her arms and legs as well as across her chest and back on full display. The room that she found herself in was cramped, little more than a closet really, with plain white walls and a bare bulb hanging overheat to cast stark, blaring bright light across every surface. The place was also a little chilly, goosebumps covered her bare skin and her pierced nipples stood out proudly, but that discomfort was secondary in her mind. No, the thing about her current predicament that Zoe felt more keenly than the hard floor beneath her or the cool air were the ropes that bound her almost uncomfortably tightly. A harness of the rough hemp cords had been tied around her chest and ample breasts before being woven around her torso and pulled between her legs, tight enough to be both mildly arousing and to ensure that even the tiniest movements made them dig into her sensitive flesh. Her arms had also been pulled sharply behind her back, secured in a box tie and affixed to her chest harness in such a way that she could not move them even a little despite what felt like hours of trying. Finally, her ankles had been bound together, forcing her to sit cross-legged, with the trailing ends of that rope tied around her neck in such a way that she had to hunch over slightly. Adding to her discomfort a large ring gag had been forced between her lips, stretching her jaws wide, before the thong she had been wearing was stuffed into her mouth and layers of black tape had been wrapped over the gag to ensure she had no hope of working it loose. After struggling for what felt like the hours, as the dark bags under bloodshot eyes and the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks attested, Zoe’s body ached and her jaw was throbbing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>MILF Chronicles - Pantyhose</title><link>/stories/2021/10/09/milf-chronicles-pantyhose/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/09/milf-chronicles-pantyhose/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-two"&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What will our second night together bring, Carrie?” Ken asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, Ken. The world is our oyster &amp;ndash; and you’re the pearl,” I replied, as I undid the wire cage holding the Champagne cork. Ken and I were lounging in the living room of my hotel suite. He fetched two flutes from the kitchen. I popped the cork.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“To us – and the momentous decision we need to make about tonight,” I said.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2021/09/26/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/26/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My nerves were getting the better of me, I had been awake since six o&amp;rsquo;clock in the morning. I was mentally unable to sleep as I prepared myself for this interview. It was my dream job, working with horses of all breeds. The owner of the business was well known in horse jumping and dressage events and the trip was less than a ten minute drive from my place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Harriet&amp;rsquo;s Stables&amp;rsquo; was a very young business, starting up around a year ago, despite this it had already obtained a large amount of clients.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Milwaukee Vibrator</title><link>/stories/2021/09/25/milwaukee-vibrator/</link><pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/25/milwaukee-vibrator/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;That night in bed I slept like a rock because I was exhausted, both from a very long and exciting day, and an orgasm like no other. One would think I would have had all kinds of dreams that night, and I could easily claim to have, but I just don&amp;rsquo;t remember it that way&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning I got up last and found my way down to the lingering smell of cooked breakfast, the boys both up already and sitting across from each other, talking like nothing unusual had happened last night at all&amp;hellip; about &amp;ldquo;you guessed it,&amp;rdquo; motorcycles. Ken&amp;rsquo;s eyes met my own with a big warm smile, telling me he was genuinely happy to see me, where my own boyfriend&amp;rsquo;s look was just a bit less so, his expression just a bit forced.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kate's Early Experiments</title><link>/stories/2021/09/11/kates-early-experiments/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/11/kates-early-experiments/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m Kate. I’m 20, tiny at 5’0”, slender, medium length jet-black hair. Small-ish boobs, but on my little frame they catch the eyes. As a kid I played tie-up games with friends. While innocent at first, in my mind the games took a sexual turn as I hit puberty. By my late teens I had frequent fantasies about being tied up naked. Mostly these were images of vulnerability rather than tied sex, but that would change as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/09/06/dive/</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/06/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---progress"&gt;Chapter 2 - Progress&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning, Nam!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning, Evelyn.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You slept a lot. You must have been tired.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes. Because you played with my body in a very pleasant manner until late last night.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;NAM! You could have mentioned your exhausting mining trip first!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, mining wasn&amp;rsquo;t so bad. But when you played with my…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, alright! Enough. Look… I got 734 points now.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So you can spawn the Building core item, then.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/08/25/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/25/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-24---comfort-pets"&gt;Chapter 24 - Comfort Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, Clara. Let&amp;rsquo;s put your hat back on, so you are well disguised when we walk back in the building.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, and her raincoat too!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a terrible idea when we left the building, and it was still a terrible idea now that we tried to sneak back in. To reach the pethouse at the top of the big insurance building, we were about to enter using the back door, but we would still have to walk through some common areas before reaching the elevators near the lobby.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2021/08/25/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/25/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion14.html"&gt;chapter 30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="31"&gt;31&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back in my old cell weeks later I slept the sleep of the sinless. Our Matron had welcomed me home so enthusiastically and lovingly that I was able to forget, at least for a time, the places I&amp;rsquo;d travelled to on Level 8. After she had finished another chapter of her story and wished me goodnight I soon fell into a deep dreamless void.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was nice to get back to the old routines. Things were just the same as before but I had a fresh appreciation for all their wonderful detail and perfection. Some problems did arise however, particularly in the first week or so. My stay on Level 8 had sapped me of much of my strength and endurance: too much time floating weightlessly and not enough exercising.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-13"&gt;Part 13&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slumped helplessly against the wall, only vaguely aware of the rough hewn wooden paneling digging into her back and the hard floor beneath her, Brianna found herself paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the emotions she was feeling as hot tears poured down her face. Try as she might she simply could not get a handle on the swirl of fear and doubt plaguing her mind. Instead she slowly drew her legs up and hugged them tightly to her chest, burying her face in her knees in a vain attempt to stifle the sobs that continued to escape her. It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two at most, and probably far less than that, since she’d fallen to the floor but time was the last thing Brianna was aware of at the moment. At some point, however, at the edge of her consciousness she could hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching but she ignored them, just hugged herself even tighter until a pair of hands gently grabbed her by the shoulders. Almost instinctively she looked up, eyes red and puffy to see Sofia’s lovely face twisted with worry and perhaps a trace of fear in those bright blue eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-14"&gt;Part 14&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With a soft groan and still mostly asleep Brianna rolled over, entangled in the blankets haphazardly thrown over her naked body and yet inexplicably cold despite that. Frowning softly she reached out, almost blindly for her companions and the warmth of their bodies. However only an empty mattress greeted her and, frown deepening, she mumbled wordlessly in confusion before finally opening her eyes. It was still deep in the night and the room was nearly pitch black, lit only faintly by the glow of the alarm clock that cast a strange red tinge over everything. Reaching up to rub sleep from her eyes as she propped herself up on one hand, Brianna looked about the room. Across from her the blankets and sheets had been thrown back and indentations in the mattress confirmed that she had indeed not been alone when she went to sleep. Moreover, looking down at her arms revealed the faint lines of rope marks on her wrists and elbows, to say nothing of a lingering soreness between her legs from the rather… vigorous love-making of earlier, stood as proof positive that she hadn’t just been dreaming. While that confirmation brought a faint smile to her lips it still did not answer the question of why she was alone. More awake now, she rolled over to sit up in bed, allowing the blanket to pool around her waist and scanned the dark room more thoroughly. While it was difficult to see clearly, the floor was still strewn haphazardly with clothing, most of which was not her own, and the door was now wide open. Kiera and Murial likely had not gone far then if they were still naked, a thought which brought a small blush to Brianna’s face. Shaking her head she glanced at the alarm, bright red numbers flashing 2:00 AM. No more than a few hours since she had fallen asleep then. Odd that she wouldn’t have noticed her companions leaving though, to be fair, she &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; been fairly exhausted earlier.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-15-epilogue"&gt;Part 15: Epilogue&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was an interesting thing to consider, just how quickly one’s perspective on things could change in a relatively short period of time. It was equally curious how easily details could be missed, how a second or third glance could reveal things that one might swear hadn’t been there before. Case in point, as she lay on a familiar and fairly comfortable table in the back area of Bound by Design with Zoe’s equally familiar form sitting to her right Brianna could not help but ponder just how different the place seemed since her first visit. There were the obvious changes of course. This was not some private session in the late afternoon in the dead of winter, as her first introduction to the place had been, but a normal business day during summer’s rapid approach. As a result the place was bustling with people, both customers and other artists shuffling about as they worked, the low buzz of equipment and a half dozen muffled conversations filling the air. But beyond that as Brianna let her hazel eyes roam around the shop she could not help but notice dozens of little details that she had missed on previous visits. Knickknacks ranging from photos and drawings to calendars and even a few framed dollar bills decorating the walls as well as the unique ways that each employee had customized their own work spaces in everything from the layout of their tools to personal odds and ends that gave each spot character. Despite knowing full well that this was a place of business the clutter added a strange familiarity, a kind of lived-in comfort, proof that those who worked here had made it their own in some indefinable way. In some strange way it actually made her think of Roxanna’s office and the rather unique decorations that her mistress and tutor surrounded herself with. Even now, as she studied some of the framed photos, trying to see if she could identify any faces and wondering who all these people were, she could not help but wonder what details she was missing that might reveal themselves later.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Old Dog Cage</title><link>/stories/2021/08/16/the-old-dog-cage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/16/the-old-dog-cage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had spent my early University years in the halls of residence and to be fair, I got put into a double room with someone who was as quirky as I was. Amanda, my roommate, and I hit it off right away. We didn&amp;rsquo;t cramp each other’s styles and she was clean and tidied up after herself. We also had fun. We would study hard and then go out and party harder. We helped each other out when one of us didn&amp;rsquo;t get something at school.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10"&gt;Part 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The late afternoon sun was just starting to dip into the western sky, though its rays still painted the world in bright shades and it would be hours yet before darkness truly started to fall. From her position lounging somewhat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of their car after what felt like hours of driving, Roxanna took a deep breath and closed her eyes, sighing in contentment at the warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. Heat always seemed to bring her to life and chase away aches she had long ago learned to live with. After sparing a moment to relish the feeling of the sun’s rays playing across her face Roxanna opened her eyes again with a faint smile to gaze upon the scenery. The tall grasses lining either side of the winding road swayed in the wind, the flowers interspersed within seeming to dance in time with some unknown rhythm, and the green trees in the distance painted the horizon in brilliant shades. All of it combined with the ever lengthening days was a sure sign that spring was finally here. And for that Roxanna Kormou was extremely grateful because spring, in her not so humble opinion, was the best season by far. For the most part Roxanna would say that she very much enjoyed the life that she and Sofia had built for themselves, unexpected surprises very much included, but one thing she did not think she would ever truly get used to was the cold. No matter how long she lived, no matter how many winters she managed to weather, that one fact would never change. As beautiful as she could admit the freshly fallen snows were (and how she had stared in wonder upon seeing the land blanketed in white for the first time), she was not sad to see them gone. Although, she supposed, winter did have its advantages, like sharing a blanket with someone you loved or sipping hot cider in front of the fireplace. Or enthusiastic young lovers showing up at your door in the middle of a storm as a holiday gift. Her smile turned a bit rueful at that and she shook her head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-11"&gt;Part 11&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If she was being completely honest with herself Brianna knew that on that long ago winter morning when she’d lain naked and bound on her mistress’ couch with Claudia, equally naked and bound, lying on top of her she had not fully believed the other girl’s tale of being mummified and edged for an entire week. It wasn’t that she’d thought Claudia was lying, she believed that the event had happened but she hadn’t really been able to wrap her mind around it. Brianna certainly had a frame of reference, she’d been confined in very strict bondage numerous times and even been mummified more than once, in fact she’d discovered that she really liked being mummified, and certainly knew what it felt like to be edged. That seemed to be her mistress’ favorite pastime some days and she’d certainly experienced a wide variety of toys that both Roxanna and Sofia seemed adept at using to bring her to the very brink of climax and hold her there for as long as they liked. Hell, she’d spent the very night she’d heard that story as a mummified body pillow, Roxanna clinging to her helplessly wrapped form while a vibrator buzzed away inside of her. Even so Claudia’s almost visceral descriptions of being so horny she felt as if she were about to burst and, when it was over, cumming so hard she’d passed out had felt so strangely unreal. Oh, if she looked back at her experiences Brianna could sort of understand. The incredible frustration and overwhelming need for release as well as the strange way that denial seemed to amplify the intensity of her pleasure, Brianna had experienced all of these things to varying degrees. But when the seed of the idea of recreating Claudia’s experience had formed, to know for herself what such incredible and total submission felt like, she hadn’t really known what to expect. And though she doubted that she would ever admit it part of her was certain that Claudia had been exaggerating.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/10/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-12"&gt;Part 12&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From her position, slightly curled up in the chair as if to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, Brianna watched as Kiera took another step into the room and her smile widened just a little as she did so. It was not the sort of teasing or mischievous smile she might have expected in this situation but rather it seemed as if the woman was honestly happy to be here and perhaps just a bit amused at the knowledge that she was interrupting something. As she stopped, about a pace away from Roxanna’s barely covered form, she paused for a brief moment as her golden brown eyes roamed over the other woman’s body, paying special attention to the amount of cleavage that Roxanna’s robe exposed, but the olive-skinned woman did not seem moved at all by the attention, just continued to fix the unexpected guest with an almost flat stare as she waited for her question to be answered. Still not deigning to speak just yet, Kiera’s eyes briefly glanced across the room and Brianna felt her face heat up with a heady mix of embarrassment and a flush of arousal as those eyes spotted her peaking just over the back of the chair she was sitting in. Although part of her wanted to duck down and hide Brianna found herself unable to move, pinned in place by those oddly intense eyes like a deer in headlights. At that the dusky woman’s smile shifted into a tiny smirk, her soft pink lips parting slightly as she turned her head back toward Roxanna. Letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding Brianna felt herself relax as those eyes finally left hers, but her heart was still racing and her body practically on fire.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Women Will Save The Males</title><link>/stories/2021/08/08/women-will-save-the-males/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/08/women-will-save-the-males/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---sleeping-is-for-the-weak"&gt;Chapter 4 - Sleeping is for the Weak&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, let me do this, Isuki, then you can go see the nurse just outside my office and give her your leash. She will walk you back to Misha.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do what? AAAAAH!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Turn on your butterfly vibrator to the highest speed, of course. It&amp;rsquo;s going to make you forget about your sore nipples until you get back to her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aaaaah! It&amp;rsquo;s… It&amp;rsquo;s too powerful…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>MILF Chronicles - Pantyhose</title><link>/stories/2021/08/05/milf-chronicles-pantyhose/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/08/05/milf-chronicles-pantyhose/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My husband kissed me lightly on the lips.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Heading out to the airport, baby,” Kevin whispered. “I’m running late.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I checked the clock — 5 a.m. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Make a lot of money, honey,” I replied, struggling to say something coherent. My husband was en route to Dublin for a long business trip. He pulled back the bedsheet to reveal my lingerie; a lace baby doll chemise in deep grey. It was what I had put on several hours earlier, hoping we would have steamy sex. But Kevin had to work late and he said he was too tired to fuck by the time he returned home. He was very apologetic.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brianna found herself floating in darkness, her mind strangely quiet while her body was distant and relaxed. She thought she could feel something warm and pleasant pressed tightly against herself and there was a faint sense of pressure, almost like being wrapped up in a blanket on a lazy afternoon, but it was vague at best. It was nice though. All that she really, truly felt was a sense of contentment and an all consuming weariness that felt right and comfortable somehow. Time was impossible to tell as she drifted through the darkness, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, until a new and foreign sensation reached her. It was slight at first, distant, like something pressed against her shoulder, but it slowly grew, demanding more and more attention from her consciousness. It felt almost as if someone was shaking her arm. There was a sound as well, one growing louder and louder as it echoed in the darkness. Curious, she focused on the sound, trying to puzzle out why it was so familiar to her drifting thoughts. Eventually the sound resolved itself into a voice, though the identity of the speaker danced just outside of her perceptions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The heat of the summer had finally faded as August bled into September and began to turn cold as the days of October slowly passed. Brianna was honestly of two minds about that. On the one hand she certainly didn’t miss the heavy and often oppressive heat, to say nothing of how easily her pale skin burned in the sun, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that after this last summer? It had certainly become her favorite season and she was sad to see it go. Even thinking back on it now brought a smile to her face and a shiver up her spine. Of taking that desperate plunge and admitting her desires, finding them returned and experiencing a whole new world of sex and bondage, pleasure and self discovery as she submitted to her mistresses and their relationship slowly formed as they spent more time together. The memories of it were never far from her mind and even now it all mingled together to create a warm and nostalgic feeling in her chest. Of course time had moved on, as it always did, and the day that Brianna had dreaded came at last. The summer ended and she packed her bags to continue her education. It had been a tearful departure but Roxanna and Sofia had never been anything other than encouraging and, as with so many other things in life, the anticipation had proven far worse than the actual event. Even so as the weeks passed she found herself thinking about it more and more often, the memories lingering in the back of her mind and the ghostly sensations she could still feel on her skin combining in a way that was both pleasant and distracting. Truth be told she’d caught herself daydreaming about it more than once, to say nothing of her actual dreams about all the things they had done. Some were so intense that she still woke up sweaty and panting and, for that brief instant between wakefulness and sleep, thinking she was still there in their bed and in their arms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/27/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been 7 days, or 168 hours, or 10,080 minutes since Brianna Wilde had found herself first locked in a chastity belt. It seemed like a lot longer than it actually was when she thought about it like that but while objectively speaking she knew that her experience had been relatively short there were moments when it had felt like an eternity. If nothing else she had gained a new appreciation for how cavalierly Claudia had spoken of wearing her belt for months on end and, once again, she could not help but be impressed. Part of her wondered if she could manage such a feat herself, while another part wondered if she might get the chance to try. A daunting, but exciting prospect that she still wasn’t certain she relished or feared. When this had started she honestly hadn’t known what to expect and over the course of the week it had actually surprised her just how often her thoughts were drawn to the bands of steel imprisoning her loins, its familiar pressure a constant companion. The belt itself wasn’t painful, not truly, and she had more or less gotten used to wearing it, mastering the surprising number of techniques it took to walk and sit and move normally in the thing even if wearing a steel thong was still awkward at times. Truth be told, there were actually moments when she had almost forgotten about it, a testament to how accustomed to the device’s presence on her body she had grown. But such moments never lasted long. Always, always she would suddenly shift in a chair or stand up too quickly or try and twist at the waist and the metal bands would either press into her skin or brush against her imprisoned sex in a way that was still surprisingly pleasant. At first such instances had been a shock, often accompanied by a hiss or a wide-eyed gasp of surprise but thankfully she was getting better at controlling her reactions. Honestly, in those first days that had been her biggest fear, that some awkward movement or involuntary reaction on her part might give the game away even if some part of her was secretly turned on by the idea.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feliformia</title><link>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/26/feliformia/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="feliformia14-1.html"&gt;chapter fourteen (part 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="the-animal-cafe"&gt;The Animal Cafe&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a ten minutes walk, the new friends arrived in front of the café. Meeka was rather calm, but Kitty was getting anxious. She just couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait before trying one of those petsuits. Despite her excitement, a spontaneous question popped inside her head. Her hand grabbed Meeka&amp;rsquo;s shirt before she could open the door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey… Meeka, wait. Does… Does Lucy know who I am?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Perilous Walk in Heels</title><link>/stories/2021/07/26/perilous-walk-in-heels/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/26/perilous-walk-in-heels/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I struggle hard but it&amp;rsquo;s useless, I&amp;rsquo;m tied to the bed spread-eagled wearing only my bra and panties. My abductors enter the room where I&amp;rsquo;m tied down to the bed, face-up. The first man rips open my bra revealing my young breasts. My natural instinct is to cover up but my hands are tied to the bed posts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The other man pulls down my sexy lace panties and my pussy is now vulnerable to anything. I&amp;rsquo;m at their mercy, although I don&amp;rsquo;t know what they truly want other than my body and pussy. The first man climbs onto the bed and his cock is hard and heading towards my pussy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/07/21/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/21/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-23---disguising-pets"&gt;Chapter 23 - Disguising pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why are you the one holding her leash? Give it to me, Trixie!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Misti! Stop it! It&amp;rsquo;s my costume, not yours!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;It doesn&amp;rsquo;t count when you are not wearing it. I want to walk Clara too!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m gravely injured. I need her assistance.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are not gravely injured! You just have a cast on your arm.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I could trip and fall, then I would die, and everybody would be sad. If Clara is near me, she would catch me and save me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional, the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The problem, Brianna decided after weeks of thought and indecision was that something that made sense while half asleep often didn’t hold up to scrutiny in the morning. The dream, the hope, of being with her neighbors, of becoming their lover, their plaything&amp;hellip; It was a wonderful dream, long cherished and long dismissed as impossible but then there was her discovery, the discovery that had changed everything. Even now she could easily summon up the images when she closed her eyes, the incredible sight of the two women she had wanted for so long engaging in a BDSM threesome with an unknown woman in heavy bondage. Just the thought of it made her knees weak and lit a fire in her very core. The sight may well have been the most arousing thing she had ever seen and each night she replayed it in her mind over and over, fingers deep within herself as she fantasized about being in that woman’s place, of being cruelly bound and gagged and used. Even just &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; about it now left her feeling a bit flushed and horny. Thankfully no one had noticed her little distracted daydreams, but the truth remained. And yet, for all that she hoped and dreamed and prayed that this discovery might mean she had a chance at making those fantasies, both old and new, come true Brianna still hesitated. Even if Sofia and Roxanna were in an open relationship, even if they were willing to indulge in a threesome on occasion (and the proof seemed fairly conclusive) what was she going to do? Knock on their door, mention she had been spying on their sex life and ask if there was room for one more? The very idea sounded ludicrous, even in her head. She wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin but Brianna’s romantic experience was still somewhat limited and while she couldn’t say for sure, she had a feeling that was a less than ideal method.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As much as it was a cliché, Brianna definitely felt a smile on her lips and a song in her heart as she made the familiar trek down the sidewalk to 137 North Hickory Lane. Despite having made this trip nearly every day for weeks now she felt a strong sense of anticipation building within her. It was strange, in a way. The trip itself had become almost routine, setting off after breakfast for her neighbors’ house wearing simple and loose clothing, ostensibly to do various bits of housework while Sofia spent her summer painting shutters, trimming hedges and doing any one of the thousand little things she did to keep the house in shape and the yard in its usual pristine condition. Glancing at the colorful flower beds and recently cut grass it certainly looked like Sofia was doing her usual, marvelous job which was increasingly impressive with the heat of summer now upon them. Brianna could not help but shake her head at that. She certainly didn’t envy the woman her labors under &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; sun. Of course, in reality while Brianna did help out around the house her days at 137 North Hickory Lane generally included a great deal more sex and bondage than one might expect, hence the reason for her anticipation. The experience so far had been incredible. On the surface the deal they had worked out was quite simple. Roxanna and Sofia were now her mistresses and she, in turn, was their slave, sworn to serve and obey them. In practice it was far more complicated with dozens of details that had needed to be worked out, in everything from the daily schedule they would keep to what Brianna’s limits were and, of course, exactly what everyone expected out of this. Some of that was still being worked out. Brianna really hadn’t known what her limits were, still didn’t completely, and so much of the last month had been dedicated to finding out. Grinning, and blushing, just a little at that Brianna could not help but think back to the training she had undergone so far. Testing the limits of her flexibility and endurance, and enhancing both; being tied in dozens of different ways with rope, leather and steel; learning how large of a gag she could fit in her mouth (much larger than she would have expected); and experiencing a seemingly endless series of toys, devices and bondage gear. But all of that paled in comparison to the changes she could feel in herself as she began to truly understand what it meant to submit and how much she enjoyed being under the power of her lovers. If nothing else the experience had certainly been educational and Brianna could claim with certainty that she had learned a great deal about herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Darcy's Ghost</title><link>/stories/2021/07/11/darcys-ghost/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/11/darcys-ghost/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2-the-countess"&gt;Part 2: The Countess&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alexis balanced the tray of pastries and mimosas carefully as she stepped out onto the pool deck. She wondered for the tenth time if she should have hired someone to serve for her. Too late now, she thought as she put the tray down before her two guests.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Actually one guest and one simpering toady, she thought. The guest was Paige, the undisputed queen of the local social circle. Long black hair, a killer figure, and a designer outfit that made Alexis feel like her yellow sundress was a rag. The toady was Betty. Not quite fat, but heavy enough to highlight Paige’s perfect curves. She had short brunette curls and wore an off the rack pantsuit. Alexis felt comfortable ignoring her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/07/07/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/07/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-22---nursing-pets"&gt;Chapter 22 - Nursing Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was early in the morning, but Accalia and I were awake already. Wearing our cute pajamas, we were sitting on the master bedroom&amp;rsquo;s big bed at the Pethouse, and snoozing between us was Trixie. The poor thing didn&amp;rsquo;t sleep well because of her cast and throbbing arm. It must have been the first time that she had not attempted to do dirty things to us while not at the café. Her little naked body rested peacefully under the blanket while Accalia and I were reviewing our school paperwork.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Soon But Not Today</title><link>/stories/2021/07/07/soon-but-not-today/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/07/soon-but-not-today/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, when my life depends on it, it&amp;rsquo;s very easy to get the key out, easier than inserting it with a shaking hand into the keyhole. I undo the cuffs and get up unsteadily - either it&amp;rsquo;s the aftermath of the electrocution or I&amp;rsquo;m feeling the oxygen deprivation already. &lt;em&gt;Ah, the fingerprints!&lt;/em&gt; I grab the revolver and thoroughly wipe its handle and trigger with a dry and crusty dishrag found in the sink. &lt;em&gt;Where else did I leave my traces?&lt;/em&gt; Basil&amp;rsquo;s phone - it&amp;rsquo;s got my pics now, I have to take it with me. &lt;em&gt;Oh, I need clothes!&lt;/em&gt; Basil took off his shirt, he doesn&amp;rsquo;t need it now. I open the door and run to the back room. The shirt is hanging on the wheelbarrow handle, still wet but long. Fortunately, Basil was a big man. I button it all the way down and hope to pass for a decently dressed person from some distance away. There&amp;rsquo;s my bag of toys, as well as my phone and apartment keys, I grab them too. One more lap around the house wiping every surface that I remember touching: door handles, the table, the window frame. &lt;em&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t forget to pick up my timer lock in the garden and wipe fingerprints from both buckets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares</title><link>/stories/2021/06/27/my-summer-of-dares/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/27/my-summer-of-dares/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-17-temporarily-back-to-almost-normal"&gt;Part 17: Temporarily Back to Almost Normal&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…When the animated conversation fades off into silence I expect to be let back in, so I can at least find out what&amp;rsquo;s going on. With this in mind I hear the front door lock being actuated, but instead of being let back in, or even having some kind of explanation for my harsh treatment, I instead get a rough wool army type blanket tossed in my general direction at face level. It&amp;rsquo;s so dark out on that porch, and I&amp;rsquo;m at the same time so startled by this burst of back lighting that I don&amp;rsquo;t even see who tossed it at me. But I do hear the door being locked once again, the message clear; I&amp;rsquo;m sleeping on the porch tonight, chained up like a dog, a naughty and naked one…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/06/06/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/06/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-21---pets-must-be-pets"&gt;Chapter 21 - Pets Must be Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, Clara. Now, tell me what happened, and then we will fix it together. I&amp;rsquo;m sure it can&amp;rsquo;t be that bad.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Right after Elizabeth threw her little friend into the lounge, and who knew what was happening behind that door at the moment, she turned to me and placed her artistically-gifted hand on my shoulder. She wanted to learn the reason for my devastated state, but how could I tell her that I had failed the totality of my sudden responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Fantasy Bondage Sex</title><link>/stories/2021/06/06/fantasy-bondage-sex/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/06/06/fantasy-bondage-sex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Heather lays naked, except for her sexy red 5 inch heels, on a padded bondage bench. She lays on her stomach with her legs spread wide and tied to a spreader bar. She is gagged with a ball gag and she is also blindfolded. Her hands are tied behind her back and she is totally helpless&amp;hellip;just the way she likes it and her husband enjoys it too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her and Mark are both 48 years old and have been married for over 10 years. They both enjoy a kinky bondage sex life. Their lifestyle has always been private and never too extreme. They both have many naughty fantasies but many of them they can not fulfill.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tasting Night</title><link>/stories/2021/05/23/tasting-night/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/23/tasting-night/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here you go, this is your key, and it&amp;rsquo;s room 324. The restaurant is open until 10 pm and the gym until midnight.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This hotel located in the nicest part of the city was great, and the way the staff had treated me made me feel like a VIP. It would be nice if my real life were like that every day. After putting my wallet back in my small carry-on on wheels, I headed toward the elevator. There were different amenities on my left and right, but I would not use any of them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Soon But Not Today</title><link>/stories/2021/05/16/soon-but-not-today/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/16/soon-but-not-today/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t even plan for this session. Stars just aligned, I&amp;rsquo;ve got some spare time and a bag of bondage paraphernalia at ready, some particularly bawdy post on social media triggered my kink spring and next thing I knew I was riding my bicycle through the nearby woods imagining my upcoming adventure. Could have happened to anyone, right?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No, of course not. It takes exposure to the right stimulus at the right age, the right amount of pressure from parents raised in more prudish times and maybe certain genetics underneath of all that to truly enjoy binding oneself in compromising positions in the middle of the woods. I do this quite often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What Have We Here?</title><link>/stories/2021/05/12/what-have-we-here/</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/12/what-have-we-here/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Well well, what have we here ?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The broad Afro-Caribbean accent brought me sharply awake and I sprang off the bed. Well, more accurately I tried to spring off the bed. Memory darted back out from under the rock where it had been sleeping and everything came back to me. I was visited by a fleeting memory of my girlfriend’s glorious arse and swaying bright red ponytail wriggling out of the door of our hotel room above her magnificent and very tanned legs revealed by her denim hotpants. Oh shit, I was in trouble now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Door Opens, Another Closes</title><link>/stories/2021/05/08/one-door-opens-another-closes/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/08/one-door-opens-another-closes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;…The twenty dollar cab fare I had been left to use delivered me near enough to the address that I had been given just this day, the cab dropping me off two city blocks short of my final destination, after the driver asked me twice on the way if I was sure this was the right address. I told him it was (hoping I had memorized it correctly) and paid my fare with the bill I had stashed in my high heel, telling him he could keep the change. I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t need it where I was going, my manner of dress and lacking pocketbook likely telling him I was a purchased commodity, and his cab merely the most practical method of delivery this particular time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/05/02/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/02/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-20---chaos-cakes-and-pets"&gt;Chapter 20 - Chaos, Cakes, and Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning, Clara!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm…&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bed was warm, the sheets silky, and my pillow very squishy; I could have slept all day. I cracked my eyes open, and in front of me was Accalia, with her cute Asian face. She just pulled me out of my slumber and placed a basket full of random breakfast items next to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, where is your lover?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Accidental Slave</title><link>/stories/2021/04/15/accidental-slave/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/15/accidental-slave/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I didn’t intend to become Denise’s slave. I really didn’t. It was all sort of an accident. It even started out with an accident. No, that’s not exactly true. It wasn’t an accident that I posted a naked picture of Denise online. That was intentional, but it was sort of an accident that I took that picture in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I live with five other girls and everyone is really casual about how they are dressed unless they are downstairs in the living room or kitchen. We live in a three story house just off campus that has three bedrooms on each of the top two floors. There is one shared bathroom on each floor. Downstairs there is a large double living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. It isn’t unusual for everyone to be wearing nothing but a P &amp;amp; B outfit upstairs, often less than that.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vacancy</title><link>/stories/2021/04/15/vacancy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/15/vacancy/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="upper-reaches"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper Reaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She looked out the tenth floor office window at the city, watching the lights below twinkling in the darkness of the moonless night. Above the streets it was quiet in the empty office building. Construction was finished but no tenants had yet to move in after the bankruptcy had left the question of ownership in shambles. Not even the judge was sure who legally held the title, or who could collect the rent from the leases.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Milwaukee Vibrator</title><link>/stories/2021/04/13/milwaukee-vibrator/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/13/milwaukee-vibrator/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We arrived at Ken&amp;rsquo;s aunt and uncle&amp;rsquo;s late in the afternoon, we said our hellos and got our big hugs like always, but this time Ken was anxious to jump into the motorcycle conversation while there was still some daylight, and he nearly ran toward the bike like a kid on Christmas morning running toward the tree. I followed Ken, but I noticed that my boyfriend had hung back while engaged in conversation with Ken&amp;rsquo;s aunt, I left wondering what the two were discussing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Milwaukee Vibrator</title><link>/stories/2021/04/13/milwaukee-vibrator/</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/13/milwaukee-vibrator/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;As with so many things, this part of our extended adventure also started out small. During the same year of our first infamous camping trip, the guys, along with another friend of theirs Sam, all decided to get motorcycles together. These were very small 175-250cc starter road bikes, theoretically with room for two people who really liked each other and didn&amp;rsquo;t mind grinding together on their small seats, but practically only really good for one to ride on. Where we grew up it was possible to get a larger bike first license-wise, but the smart way to do it was to buy a used, small, low horsepower bike to cheaply get into, or &amp;ldquo;onto&amp;rdquo; bikes. The insurance was cheaper, they burned less gas, the tires were cheaper, and most importantly they looked less scary and fast to the parents of teenagers&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Forest Path</title><link>/stories/2021/04/10/the-forest-path/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/10/the-forest-path/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="walk-in-the-woods"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk in the Woods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was the day, or rather night, she had waited for. Beautiful weather, mild temperature, a full moon in a cloudless sky, and the camp ground would be deserted. The recent wildfires had ravaged the countryside further down the mountain, closing the access road to the public. But she knew about the old logging road that was still passable and led into the camping area from the back. She should have the place all to herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Turned</title><link>/stories/2021/04/10/turned/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/10/turned/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well that&amp;rsquo;s odd&amp;rdquo; I wondered out loud to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been looking for jobs when I&amp;rsquo;d received a notification of a new deposit into my account. It was only £1, but the note with the transaction simply said &amp;ldquo;PROJECT.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ah, so that&amp;rsquo;s where it was from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My job - up until two weeks ago when they suddenly told us we were all out of work - was as an assistant project manager for a software company.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/04/03/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5-part-1---lady-samantha-and-the-lash"&gt;Chapter 5 (part 1) - Lady Samantha and the Lash&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia knelt naked in front of Lady Samantha in the Dayroom; her hands held behind her back, but unlocked. As a slave, that was the position she had learned to assume in front of her Master and Owner. In the months that Davinia had been taken prisoner by Sir Ian her will to resist had been broken, and she had changed into a submissive sex slave, eager to obey all commands given to her!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Summer Of Dares</title><link>/stories/2021/03/31/my-summer-of-dares/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/31/my-summer-of-dares/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-16-consequences"&gt;Part 16: Consequences&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;Gregory returned me to the summerhouse sore and exhausted, but wonderfully sated as well at some point early in the morning, the untying part of any bondage always seeming anti-climatic to me though, and perhaps the only low point of the night for us. It was also a personal low point for me because it meant that he had to return me to the girls, and a small part of me wanted to stay with him, like forever. Had I been capable of deeper thoughts that night in my satisfied exhaustion, I might have seen this as a version of &amp;ldquo;puppy love,&amp;rdquo; ironic if one thought about it&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1---jungle-odyssey"&gt;Chapter 1 - Jungle Odyssey&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I Sell Here, Sir, What All The World Desires to Have &amp;ndash; Power” Matthew Boulton to Boswell, 1776&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was while she was being driven to her rendezvous with her contact that Davinia Gordon suddenly realized that this had not been a very good idea after all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She had received a phone call in London from her contact who had been supplying her with information about her nemesis, Sir Ian Sinclair and his infamous oil company. He told her that he had something really big, and that she had to come to the African nation of Katanga, to the Oomri Region, to get it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-2---a-harsh-mistress-indeed"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 2) - A Harsh Mistress Indeed&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bright sunlight streamed into the Dayroom as Davinia knelt naked in front of Lady Samantha, who was seated on her wooden throne. Davinia was collared and wearing her bondage bracelets as usual. Lady Samantha was wearing a black latex dress that hugged her feminine figure perfectly!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well, Davinia, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Ever since I saw you on TV leading that protest march I knew that one day you’d wear Sir Ian’s collar; and I was right!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-1---sir-ian-and-the-rings"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 1) - Sir Ian and the Rings&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After having sucked Sir Ian’s cock, Davinia felt debased in a way unlike her previous bondage experiences. What was happening to her that she could readily accept the crop and the cane? And what had made her so easily take Sir Ian’s shaft into her mouth and try her best to satisfy him?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next few days after serving Sir Ian were spent serving Lady Samantha. Sir Ian was, after all, the CEO of a worldwide transnational corporation, so his time with Davinia was quite limited.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-3---a-close-shave"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 3) - A Close Shave&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next morning, Davinia was awakened by Yvette, who conducted her for a morning bath. Davinia was bathed and her hair washed, and her underarms and legs were shaved.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But what happened next would change her forever!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia stood up in the bathroom after her legs were done, only to have Yvette look sternly at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Not finished, Mademoiselle! Lady Samantha has ordered me to shave ze pussy!”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4-part-2---davinia-in-the-dungeon"&gt;Chapter 4 (part 2) - Davinia in the Dungeon&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bound and helpless, Davinia had no alternative but to walk behind Erin when she felt a tug on her collar chain. Blindfolded, she could not see where she was being led to, and gagged, she had no means of communication with Erin as well!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She tested the steel holding her wrists together, and as usual, found them to be unyielding! Naked female flesh was no match for leather and steel!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---erins-submission"&gt;Chapter 2 - Erin&amp;rsquo;s Submission&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I Think The Devil Will Not Have [You] Damned, Lest The Oil That’s In [You] Should Set Hell On Fire”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Davinia finally awoke the next day, she wasn’t sure where she was. After the pain and pleasure of the previous day, she had finally fallen into a fitful dream filled sleep where she had relived the day’s events.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Opening her eyes, she imagined that the entire ordeal had been a horrible dream, and that she was going to awaken back in her London flat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Davinia</title><link>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/28/davinia/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3-part-1-lady-samantha-and-the-crop"&gt;Chapter 3 (part 1): Lady Samantha and the Crop&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Davinia had been chained to the wall, with her hands locked behind her back, naked, as she watched as her companion, Erin, had been beaten and violated. She had seen Erin cropped and caned, and her mouth and bottom used by Lady Samantha and Sir Ian. Davinia could not believe how Erin had so willingly been punished; how she had let her body be used and violated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Careless</title><link>/stories/2021/03/21/careless/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/21/careless/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After almost ten years of marriage, I thought I knew my husband Rick. I was apparently wrong. One evening I was looking on-line for some gift ideas for my daughter for Christmas. I went into Ebay and was shocked to see a list of previously viewed items. The last three items viewed were a pair of high heeled women&amp;rsquo;s boots, a leather armbinder which is a very severe looking restraint, and a sexy leather corset. Wondering what my husband was up to I clicked on the items. These boots were very sexy, they were made of black patent leather and laced up to the knee. They also had a heel height of 6 inches.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Perfect Form</title><link>/stories/2021/03/21/her-perfect-form/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/21/her-perfect-form/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;High school honor roll. College Valedictorian. MIT graduate. All before the age of 24. Athena was a scientist, and a brilliant one at that. She’d worked in the defense sector as a robotics engineer for her early career, however her larger ambitions had recently forced her to leave the lucrative position and brought her to a new field; Dolls. Athena now spent her days as a top scientist for a sex-doll manufacturing company, as much as it hurt her pride to say aloud. She detested everything that the industry stood for, but the access to advanced synthetics when combined with her own experience developing military-grade robots and prosthetics made this career choice the logical next step for her to achieve her goals. Athena had grand ambitions, and she pursued them as if her life depended on them, because they did. You see, Athena had been diagnosed at a young age with a life-threatening medical condition, and modern medicine told her she’d never make it past 35 years old. Unless she’d found a way out, that is. Athena dedicated her life striving to design a perfect body to replace the one she’d been born with; to become her best self. In her 30th year now, her plan was finally coming to fruition.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Magic and Miracle of a Day Off</title><link>/stories/2021/03/10/the-magic-and-miracle-of-a-day-off/</link><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/10/the-magic-and-miracle-of-a-day-off/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="techies-day-off"&gt;Techie’s Day Off&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First let me explain about a “day off”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Techster and I have been married for 50 plus years and we both know that many sexual activities do not happen as they did 30 years ago, so in the interest of keeping the “magic” in our relationship we started giving each other “days off” weekly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On my day off I am naked, in bondage mittens, hands behind my back, hobbled with a collar and leash and possibly a gag. Since this day is all about me, my husband, Techster’s sex is locked in chastity.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shouldn't have Maid Her</title><link>/stories/2021/03/03/shouldnt-have-maid-her/</link><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/03/shouldnt-have-maid-her/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="day-11---morning"&gt;Day 1.1 - Morning&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra woke, disoriented. Was she even supposed to remember why she was waking up on the warm floor of the mansion&amp;rsquo;s server room? And why was she wearing the maid&amp;rsquo;s uniform? She had a splitting headache, her body was sore from laying on the hard floor, and her mind was thick with fog. The first thing to do—she felt—was to check on the maid. After all, she was wearing the maid&amp;rsquo;s clothing, and it was the only clue she had to go on. Cassandra&amp;rsquo;s mind just felt empty, but she had a goal. She was having difficulty remembering much more than her name at the moment; maybe her mind would clear up by the time she trekked the short distance to the maid&amp;rsquo;s &amp;lsquo;private&amp;rsquo; room. Cassandra tried to think back to her last memory, but her mind just got foggier the harder she tried.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>143</title><link>/stories/2021/03/02/143/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/02/143/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The woman made her way through the darkened remains of what had been a quaint English town. The torn stumps of broken trees stood out from the ground, their ends seared like so many matchsticks. She made her way past the empty shells of homes, their interiors filled with nothing but rubble that had been picked through by countless scavengers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She stopped for a moment at a ruined intersection, to get her bearings and rest for a bit. She was tall and lean, wearing the remains of what had been a hazmat suit over top of leathers that had likely come from a motorcycle shop. On one hip was a holstered pistol, on her other side the scabbard of a sheathed machete went down the length of a muscular thigh.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/03/02/dive/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/03/02/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="prologue"&gt;Prologue&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why is this not working? Let&amp;rsquo;s see&amp;hellip; I did plug the power cable in, but the light is still red. So&amp;hellip; OH! Right&amp;hellip; I have to switch the helmet on first.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nope, technology was not my forte. I hated it. Feeding apples to the deers in the nearby woods and going fishing was more aligned with what I liked. I understood that fishing was not very girly, but it was a lot of fun. What could I say? Going to the river with my small inflatable raft was always enjoyable; it was a good excuse to get on the water.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Prop Room</title><link>/stories/2021/02/21/the-prop-room/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/21/the-prop-room/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Winter Maid</title><link>/stories/2021/02/08/winter-maid/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/08/winter-maid/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---give-love-a-good-time-final"&gt;Chapter 6 - Give love a good time (Final)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bwahaha! You are kidding me, right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nope! Someone had cleaned the coffee machine with vinegar, and after that, Chad brewed his coffee, and the milk he put in it curled right away.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Eewww! Could he not smell the vinegar?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Apparently not. But I&amp;rsquo;m glad he didn&amp;rsquo;t. It was hilarious to see his coffee turn into cheese.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was in such a good mood today. For the first time in weeks, the temperature went up well above freezing point, and the snow had started to melt. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t a cloud in the blue sky, which made things even better. Although Brian had helped me get over my hate of winter by giving me a great time with the help of the SusceptGear, I was beyond thrilled to finally see spring at our doorstep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ye Olde Water Faire</title><link>/stories/2021/02/08/ye-olde-water-faire/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/08/ye-olde-water-faire/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="event-4-the-ferris-wheel"&gt;Event 4: The Ferris Wheel&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I finished cleaning up, puta and I ran over to the Ferris Wheel so she could get tied on. She called it getting hooked up, but what they used was more or less standard restraints.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naturally, she was the first slave there. She was practically bouncing up and down with expectation. You would think she was being given some great treat rather than being tied onto a wheel of pain. Well, having said that, I guess for puta they are the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2021/02/02/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/02/02/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="kingdom14.html"&gt;chapter fourteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-15--nights-and-days-brandys-story"&gt;CHAPTER 15 – NIGHTS AND DAYS (BRANDY’S STORY)&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I exhaled deeply as the dub-step song blaring from the ceiling speakers of my cell repeated. The song had been edited so that it played seamlessly on loop, but after days of listening to the same song, I’d managed to pinpoint the exact moment when the original song ended. Approximately 4 minutes and 19 seconds in, there was a distinguishable pop and change in tempo. From there, I was able to count that the song had played 34 times since the guard had last left me. This meant that I’d been restrained in my current position for roughly 2 hours and 27 minutes. Combined with the roughly 6 hours of other various bondage positions prior to that, this brought the time to nearly 0 eight-hundred hours. Give or take a few minutes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ye Olde Water Faire</title><link>/stories/2021/01/27/ye-olde-water-faire/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/27/ye-olde-water-faire/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="event-3-the-race"&gt;Event 3: The Race&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was already entered in the swimming race, so all I had to do was show up and get a number. Since there were too many of us to assign one to each lane, they just painted a big number on our backs and told us to not drown each other.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were about fifty or so of us in the race. At least, the highest number I saw was fifty-three. With that many in the pool turning around for the second half of the lap gets really interesting. Basically you have to take a really deep breath and then swim under water until you are clear of everyone coming toward you and you can come to the surface. Then you swim like hell until you reach the other end and do the same thing all over again.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institute for Complete Rubber Immersion</title><link>/stories/2021/01/23/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/23/institute-for-complete-rubber-immersion/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="institute_for_complete_rubber_immersion10.html"&gt;chapter 22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="23"&gt;23&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow the return of the Dominatrix had re-centred my consciousness into the &amp;lsquo;me&amp;rsquo; that was strapped in place. Yet the new floating sadist me was still present: I was suffering from multiple assaults on my senses and getting off on it at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Warden 7 produced a shining metallic device vaguely resembling a half clam shell but curved inward on both ends. It was thick and heavy looking and was soon attached to the chair between my legs and re-positioned so that it completely covered my genitalia. There must have been a hole or slot for my catheter tube since I felt no sensation of it. An electrical cord trailed away from the thing and disappeared out of sight. To this day I know not the mechanism by which the odd machine functioned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/01/12/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/12/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-16---the-pain-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 16 - The Pain of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sitting on the floor, my back against the wall while holding Oreo in my arms, both of us waiting to see what her best friend, Misti, would look like.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After our round trip to the suburbs and meeting Elizabeth, the artist who had created all the pet costumes, we returned to the café. As soon as we gave the box containing the new mystery suit to Lucy, she had asked me to keep an eye on her pets while she went upstairs with Misti. There was no doubt about it; not only these two had to discuss the lessons learned, and Misti would wear the brand new costume that none of us knew nothing about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ye Olde Water Faire</title><link>/stories/2021/01/07/ye-olde-water-faire/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/07/ye-olde-water-faire/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="event-2-the-carousel"&gt;Event 2: The Carousel&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slave puta ran ahead of us to the Carousel. When we got there, Master went up to Herr Dunkler and handed him an envelope. The Dark Lord– that’s what Dunklermeister, his full name, means– The Dark Lord held it in his hand for a moment and then said with a smile. “I know that you aren’t planning on buying any of my major offerings this year. Why don’t I allow your slave to ride on the Carousel and the Ferris Wheel for free this year and we will call it even?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bunker</title><link>/stories/2021/01/01/the-bunker/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/01/the-bunker/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slave slut continued to thrash and scream every time a crab ran across her body. If she had not been self-gagging by holding her mouth tightly closed, the beach patrol, anyone on the beach, and probably the Coast Guard would already be here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I called out to her, “slut! Get control of yourself.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But there are bugs running all over me,” she whined back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“They aren’t bugs,” I replied. “They’re crabs. And the only danger is if they get near your mouth or nose, which they won’t do to you because you can hold your head up.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/12/24/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/24/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-15---the-creation-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 15 - The Creation of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just as Misti finished dressing up as a human, Lucy entered the changing room, not looking too happy. Immediately, Misti restarted sobbing in terror. No matter how reassuring I tried to be, it was useless; the poor girl had convinced herself that Lucy would make her pay for the broken costume and kick her out of the pethouse. It was irrational at best, but I understood why she was reacting this way; similar to me, her friends were her whole universe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Locked in a One Bar Prison</title><link>/stories/2020/12/24/locked-in-a-one-bar-prison/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/24/locked-in-a-one-bar-prison/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Over the years Techster and I have played some adventurous XXX rated adult games. Usually I was the one in control and Techster was my submissive; but this time I would be the submissive locked up in an inescapable device that would leave me naked, helpless and on display.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started when Techster got a call from Domina Bonita asking him if he had ever made a female restraint device called a “one bar prison”. He replied that he had not so Domina Bonita sent him a video of a woman who was locked in one.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/12/05/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/05/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-14---the-ups-and-downs-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 14 - The Ups and Downs of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmm&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Was it morning already? Last night Trixie and Misti made love to me until very late at night, so much that we didn&amp;rsquo;t even have time to talk about any of this storm of events that happened to me yesterday. It was okay because I got to play with their blonde hair to my heart content, but I still didn&amp;rsquo;t have any answers to my questions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lucky Escape</title><link>/stories/2020/12/05/lucky-escape/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/05/lucky-escape/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="introduction"&gt;Introduction&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the story of how I got stuck in strict self bondage. This story is completely true and one that I could not have seen coming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Jessica Thornton and I am 21 years old. I don&amp;rsquo;t mean to show off, but I am a beautiful young adult. I do a lot of exercise and am 174cm (5&amp;rsquo;&amp;lsquo;8&amp;rsquo;) tall with long wavy brown Hair and a clear jawline. My breasts are a cup size c and my thighs are tight. I live in South Africa and I don&amp;rsquo;t have a boyfriend. I also often do self bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bunker</title><link>/stories/2020/12/05/the-bunker/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/12/05/the-bunker/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-one"&gt;Part One&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Bunker has always been my own little private place of perversion. It is technically located on an island in a federal park– actually a gulf shore island preserve– but I live nearby and always buy a season pass so I can come out to the beach as often as I want.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Up on the north end of the island, near the entrance to the park, there is this great public beach, which is where most people go. It’s pretty crowded there most days, but if you wander about four miles down to where the bunker is, the beach is pretty deserted.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/11/30/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/30/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-13---for-the-love-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 13 - For the Love of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;But&amp;hellip; That&amp;rsquo;s a lot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;56$ more, yes&amp;hellip; It&amp;rsquo;s because of all the renovation we had to do on the building.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;hellip; You didn&amp;rsquo;t do any!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Listen, Clara. You are a good tenant, but you have no choice here. You either accept the raise, or you&amp;rsquo;ll have to find a new place. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. You have until next Thursday to give me your decision.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bear Trap</title><link>/stories/2020/11/21/bear-trap/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/21/bear-trap/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;We&amp;rsquo;re agreed on this &amp;rsquo;little incident&amp;rsquo;?&amp;rdquo; the older man asked his younger counterpart as I listened in, my fate apparently sealed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yup, it never happened. Let me chip her with one of the unassigned ones so we can keep track of her movements, while you write out the tag&amp;hellip; You sure nobody can trace that thing back to us?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Absolutely. The brass tags are generic, as is the mounting stud, farmers and ranchers have been using them on their own animals for decades. It&amp;rsquo;s the game commission&amp;rsquo;s printing machine with it&amp;rsquo;s stamped serial number and specific font - that I&amp;rsquo;m obviously not using - that makes this identifiable to us. It would of course be safer to not tag her at all, but where&amp;rsquo;s the fun in that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Friday Night Walk Home</title><link>/stories/2020/11/05/friday-night-walk-home/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/05/friday-night-walk-home/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="introduction-about-me"&gt;Introduction: About me&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing some background about me, my desires, needs and motivation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First, English is not my first language, so this text may lack some variation and nuancing natural to a native speaker, and probably also contains some directly translated expressions that may sound funny. I have tried to check that spelling and grammar is OK, so it should be intelligible, but those looking for the next great English novel should probably look elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mistakes</title><link>/stories/2020/11/05/mistakes/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/11/05/mistakes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;No, I should not have kicked Dusty. That was definitely a mistake. The pivotal one in a chain of mistakes that has led to my current predicament. Come to think of it, disaster usually rests on supposedly inconsequential events whose combined consequences one fails to anticipate. Sure enough, it had all started pretty normal – normal for me, that is, although other people might beg to differ – with a weekend self-bondage session.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Clowning Around</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/clowning-around/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/clowning-around/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;It was a foolish ordeal, but one that the newly discovered exhibitionist in me couldn&amp;rsquo;t refuse for more than one reason, my girlfriend Sam&amp;rsquo;s presence there to ensure I did the deed in its entirety should I suddenly lose my nerve and then beg for some easy out. There was but one day of the year that one could get away with such a costume in public, Halloween in our part of the country chilly, but the farm girl in me was used to the outdoors and the temperature swings of fall.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ghosts of the Hotel</title><link>/stories/2020/10/28/ghosts-of-the-hotel/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/28/ghosts-of-the-hotel/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hannah felt her heel sink into the soft ground, glanced down at her shoes. She wasn’t dressed for hiking through the woods. Jonathan was forging ahead, leaving her behind, alone, in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She called out to him. “Hey wait up.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He stopped and turned to her. “Hold on.” He came back for her, and took her arm, helping her over the rough ground.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Thanks,” she said, forcing a smile.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/10/14/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/14/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-11---dreaming-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 11 - Dreaming of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Clara&amp;hellip; Wake up!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;Vix?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes&amp;hellip; You have to wake up! I want to cuddle with you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In front of me was Vix, the cute rubbery red fox. How did this happen? I went to see her at her house because she was sick&amp;hellip; but she was only wearing a cute animal pajama when I joined her on the bed. How come she was wearing her pet costume now? Was I asleep for that long?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/10/07/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/10/07/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10---limitless-pets"&gt;Chapter 10 - Limitless Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now, Oreo, you climb on top of them! You can do it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the bottom of the pyramid, there was Asha, Meeka, and Accalia, on their knees and paws. On top of them were Misti and Trixi, trying to keep their balance. And Oreo was now climbing to the top for the third time, and, hopefully, she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t make everybody fall again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oreo&amp;hellip; Don&amp;rsquo;t put your foot on Accalia&amp;rsquo;s head&amp;hellip; Nooo!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Party Revenge</title><link>/stories/2020/09/29/party-revenge/</link><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/29/party-revenge/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;He was furious with me, but I had it coming.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I screwed up so bad, Mitch! I&amp;rsquo;ll never drink at a party again. I&amp;rsquo;ll never go to a party without you either. I screwed up really bad and I just want to make it up to you and make it go away!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was deeply, helplessly in love with him. Maybe too deep for my own good. Marcie had certainly told me that every chance she got. And it was I that had screwed up. Enormously. We both knew it. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t undo it. I was never going to put myself in that sort of situation again, EVER. I just had to find a way for us to get past it. Anything. Anything he wanted. Anything at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/26/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/26/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-9---a-multitude-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 9 - A Multitude Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Asha! I&amp;rsquo;m super tired&amp;hellip; You must let me sleep!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was 2 am already. Vix was deep asleep next to me on my bed, but Asha just wouldn&amp;rsquo;t leave me alone. She was still on a high since the movie night and the unexpected sleepover at my place, but I needed to get some sleep as I was working tomorrow. The snow leopard wouldn&amp;rsquo;t stop cuddling me, and I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to do anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/12/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/12/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-8---an-ocean-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 8 - An Ocean of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was the middle of the night, and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. She was so warm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her silky skin pressing against mine was something I had never experienced before. She was so peaceful that I was even wondering if she was still breathing. Her mouth was so close to my neck, and she even drooled on me a little.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never in a thousand years, I could have expected this&amp;hellip; Going back home with a pet girl who was not hiding her true self within the confine of a cute animal costume. Trixie, the white rabbit, was my friend. But&amp;hellip; Who was she to me as a human girl?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/08/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/08/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7---and-there-were-pets"&gt;Chapter 7 - And There Were Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Would you get off Trixie, please! She can&amp;rsquo;t breathe!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was indeed stuck on my back with all the pet girls piled up on top of me, much enjoying the fact that I turned into a temporary white rabbit. Lucy just called me Trixie too, probably out of habit&amp;hellip; or not. The real Trixie was not working today, but the living costume made it hard to believe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/09/05/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/05/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6---a-universe-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 6 - A Universe Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My shy finger traced the shape of her black spots, standing out on her white latex skin as she was sleeping. Apparently, Asha, the small snow leopard, liked sleeping a lot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After our shower incident last night, we cuddled ourselves to sleep without having sex. It was not so evident for me to determine when was a good time or not for this type of extra play with the pets.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Playing Maid</title><link>/stories/2020/09/05/playing-maid/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/05/playing-maid/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not just a bed? Care to elaborate on that,&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not just yet. Would it be okay if I kept this one secret for the moment?&amp;rdquo; Jim said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You may keep any secrets you wish, my love,&amp;rdquo; I responded without condition, my mind churning over how to discover the secrets of this bed, without Jim&amp;rsquo;s input. An obvious source would be Sheila herself, but how to pull that off and at what eventual cost to myself?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-5---my-lovely-pets"&gt;Chapter 5 - My Lovely Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wow&amp;hellip; That came out well for once. I just ordered a smoothie from the kiosk at the mall, and when they handed it over to me, I didn&amp;rsquo;t hesitate or think; the words flew out of my mouth flawlessly. Regularly talking to the pet girls was making a big difference. Saying thank you maybe was not a big deal for most people, but to me, it was a small victory.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---more-than-pets"&gt;Chapter 3 - More Than Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I woke up this morning, I had a cute latex rabbit girl in my arms. Who in the world could have bragged about the same thing? All my apprehensions and fears toward Trixie had been unjustified. Sure, Trixie would probably have loved to have more than I had to offer last night, but she has been so understanding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She quickly saw that I was not ready for more than what we had done so far, so instead of pressuring me, she found a way to make me happy in a different way. We read a book together, and then we cuddled ourselves to sleep. This experience with Trixie awakened something inside me that I had not felt very often.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---a-world-of-pets"&gt;Chapter 4 - A World Of Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;This is all their keys in case you need them. As I said, don&amp;rsquo;t try to take them out of their suit unless it is absolutely necessary. It would be the best way to make them angry at you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, all their meals are in the fridge, and I labeled each bottle with their names. They each have an extra, just in case.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sheila</title><link>/stories/2020/08/29/sheila/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/29/sheila/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4---home-games"&gt;Part 4 - Home Games&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Along with everything else Jack and I did outdoors, every once in a while we would have some pretty interesting times at home. Here are some of the things we did:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been talking with Dena, my best friend. As Jack and I had always played some pretty serious sex games, there was always a risk that an accident could happen. Dena and I had been friends since high school and she took the news with aplomb and a shake of the head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Café</title><link>/stories/2020/08/23/animal-caf%C3%A9/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/08/23/animal-caf%C3%A9/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-2---even-more-pets"&gt;Chapter 2 - Even more pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Clara! You are back!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haha, still not very chatty. I&amp;rsquo;m so happy to see you. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure you would want to come back after what I had done to you the other day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lucy was definitely still friendly, and I was still unable to utter a single word because of my communication disorder. She more than likely knew I had a problem, but she did not act like I was different. Being treated that way was helpful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Desert 2</title><link>/stories/2020/07/26/desert-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/26/desert-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve always been into kinky things, especially self-bondage and I guess that’s unusual for a girl. Before my senior year, and that was a while ago, I had a lot of free time back then during summer vacation and I found a way to indulge my penchant quite a few times over the three months of freedom. Both Dad and Mom worked so I had the house to myself and quite a lot of freedom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Night Out</title><link>/stories/2020/07/23/night-out/</link><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/07/23/night-out/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="julieanns-story"&gt;JulieAnn&amp;rsquo;s Story&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t say I was really into the idea, at least at first. Jack, my boyfriend, wanted me to go out on the town, find someone (else) and bring him back to our house and do whatever we wanted with each other. Jack would be watching me whilst &amp;ldquo;out on the town&amp;rdquo; and then would be tied in the little soundproof basement bondage dungeon we had, watching and listening to what I (and whoever I found) was doing on closed-circuit TV.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>By Invitation</title><link>/stories/2020/06/04/by-invitation/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/06/04/by-invitation/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1---bad-call"&gt;Part 1 - Bad Call&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I lay there, stuck, stretched out to the corners and tied naked by my own hand, listening to the phone dial my ex-boyfriend and lay utter devastation to my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The phone clicked as the number picked up. It would be the voicemail on Scott&amp;rsquo;s cell phone. He had never answered an incoming call in all his life but he was very good about listening to a message as soon as it finished. I knew that, having dated him for the better part of a year. A part of me prayed this time would be different. The content of what my recorded voice was about to say was appropriate, fun, and perfectly in line with our relationship back then then but now it would be a nightmare. That he would have it recorded made it thirty times worse.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Latex Suburban Housewife</title><link>/stories/2020/02/24/latex-suburban-housewife/</link><pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/02/24/latex-suburban-housewife/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="latex_suburban_housewife5.html"&gt;chapter five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The day before I left for the United Arab Emirates, Phillip Goldstein, my boss at the hedge fund and my Master, said he wanted to bid me farewell. We met in the massive Library in his mansion. A large, old book with a drawing of a large key on the cover rested in front of him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’ll be gone for only a month, Master,” I told him. Despite his celibacy - or more likely due to it - I wore a short black leather jacket without a blouse or bra underneath, a skintight royal blue leather miniskirt, and black leather thigh-high boots with a platform heel.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Night in His Bed</title><link>/stories/2020/01/26/a-night-in-his-bed/</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/01/26/a-night-in-his-bed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How&amp;rsquo;d I get myself roped into this? Actually, to be more accurate, what was a girl like me doing naked and handcuffed on someone else&amp;rsquo;s bed like this?&lt;/em&gt; It was hard, but through the alcohol buzz it slowly came back to me&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was off on a business trip to a computer convention with seven of my co-workers, four other women and three men. Our senior person was Marla Telliston who was this evening, as best we could tell, working the crowd trying to find a better job. The three guys had taken one of the cars and headed out to ‘party’ but Jenny had learned from Steve that they had the address of four recommended ‘gentlemen&amp;rsquo;s establishments’ and would be seeing what color they could paint the town. Or at least what color select parts of the town were already.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Breezy and The Seven Year Itch</title><link>/stories/2019/08/22/breezy-and-the-seven-year-itch/</link><pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/08/22/breezy-and-the-seven-year-itch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Call me Breezy. I’m a 22 year old girl, single. Until the age of fifteen I had never masturbated, had only a classroom sex-ed understanding of sexuality. That changed in a hurry when I saw Marilyn Monroe in the 1955 film The Seven Year Itch. In case you don’t recognize the reference, this is the one where Monroe is wearing a white dress, stands on a street grate as air blows up through the grate, and the air blast catches and blows her dress upwards. I saw it on TV with my older brother and his male friend. They obsessed over the scene, pausing it, replaying it, making comments. They were clearly aroused by the scene. I was aroused by their reactions to it. I was quiet, but felt a hot rush. I masturbated for the first time that night. I pictured myself like that, guys watching as a wind gust lifted my dress.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jen’s Predicament</title><link>/stories/2019/07/26/jens-predicament/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/07/26/jens-predicament/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="jenspredicament.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi, all, I’m Jen. This story is a continuation from &lt;a href="jenspredicament.html"&gt;Jen’s Predicament&lt;/a&gt;. Because it drops right into the middle of a conversation, here’s a quick recap of how we got here.&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m 26, single girl. I&amp;rsquo;ve had a thing about selfbondage since puberty. As this story takes place I was living alone in a house with a basement. I’d built a selfbondage x-frame in the basement with an electromagnet for timed release, a stand for a vibrator, computer controls for both._&lt;/strong&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shack</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/shack/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/shack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="shack2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-three"&gt;Part Three&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tina sure had some wild adventures. Probably why she was always smiling when she got home. One time they were nearing a large coastal city and it was about 3 PM, if they kept going all that would happen would be them getting stuck in rush hour traffic. The load didn&amp;rsquo;t have to be delivered until 9 PM so they decided to take two and a half hours parked at a truck stop instead of the traffic.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shack</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/shack/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/shack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="shack.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tina on the average was gone with him every other weekend for the next few months. Sometimes it was midweek, normally when he was running to the coast and back but not always. She bloomed, blossomed right up, was back to the happy-go-lucky person I knew and hoped for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One four-day weekend he took her to show her where he lived in South Dakota. Tina told me he had an apartment in Rapid City, comfortable enough but not too big. It was more a place to crash since most of his life was in his rig. Tina was happy to report she saw no recent traces of a feminine touch in the place. One couldn&amp;rsquo;t be sure, but so far he looked to be just what he said he was and Tina was just head-over-heels. Really bad, even for her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A box from Fembot Inc</title><link>/stories/2019/01/20/a-box-from-fembot-inc/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/20/a-box-from-fembot-inc/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="../storiessz/willinglytransformedintofembot.html"&gt;Willingly Transformed into Fembot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been a long day at work, designs for the new airplane were going well and we were on track to complete it ahead of schedule, which would certainly both give us time to handle any potential issues as well as making our bosses happy. However, as I arrived home I noticed a box sitting on the porch, with a label that said from it was from Fembot Inc. I knew exactly what it was, as a coworker had shown me the website and mentioned how she knew that I had been looking for something to change up my life a bit and knew I would like it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Shack</title><link>/stories/2018/08/13/shack/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/13/shack/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summary: A young woman with a thing for truckers, a love of handcuffs and a broken heart goes riding off to the beach for a weekend with her best friend to salve that broken heart. Along the way she encounters someone who may just be a match for her made in heaven&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tina was my best (female) friend, we&amp;rsquo;d been friends since 5th grade, so that was, what, over a decade now? She and I were housemates right now and driving from our desert home town to the coast to hopefully fix a problem.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Holly 2845</title><link>/stories/2018/06/01/holly-2845/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/06/01/holly-2845/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: This story sprung from a story by another author here on the Plaza. Many stories from this author can be found in the Doll Stories section and elsewhere under the name &amp;ldquo;SparkyMira&amp;rdquo;. The story &amp;ldquo;A Prank Gone Awry&amp;rdquo; was fascinating and my thoughts on how I would handle the same situation led to this story. Permisson was kindly extended to work from the same premise for which I am grateful. If you like this story you will doubtless also like the works of SparkyMira as well. I certainly do!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Summary: A young college woman with a dolly fetish pretends to be a high-end sex bot at a sex-bot store for a day. If she’s caught she goes to jail and her life is ruined. Can she play the sexbot and handle all that is required of her until closing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Precious Marissa 2: Marissa's Story</title><link>/stories/2017/01/28/precious-marissa-2-marissas-story/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/28/precious-marissa-2-marissas-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Marissa&amp;rsquo;s Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This story, “Precious Marissa: Marissa” is penned as a stand-alone story and as a companion story for “&lt;a href="preciousmarissa.html"&gt;Precious Marissa&lt;/a&gt;”. As the original was written from Kevin’s point-of-view, this version relates the story from Marissa’s point-of-view. Having two stories tell the same tale but from separate sets of eyes may be a style I incorporate more if people let me know that the writing style is interesting. I know I write long stories and sometimes fill them with more background and detail than some of you readers prefer, but, I am too detail-oriented of an individual to fully pull away from my character development. I feel that this style will allow me to create stories which are complete on their own or can be enjoyed as a collective to fully grasp each character being their own protagonist. Only you, the reader, can let me know if you enjoy the style…so…please do. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Oh Boy!</title><link>/stories/2016/07/04/oh-boy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/04/oh-boy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Authors&amp;rsquo; notes:
oc: this is NOT fiction
Ann: &amp;raquo;I can vouch for that&amp;laquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: all swearwords are used in a loving way, and I am sure oc accepts them as a badge of honor&amp;laquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You may know me from the erotic hypnosis scene as ocntrl or as Kaos and I have been around for a little while now. As it goes, sometimes I have been more active creating content and being involved in the community. At other times the erotic hypnosis took a backseat. I started out as a subject, driven by a wish to be able to experience (self-) bondage and arousal/orgasm play through hypnosis. After a while I realized that I could not find the right tone and as a result the success I had was rather limited.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Prison Cells</title><link>/stories/2014/08/06/four-prison-cells/</link><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/06/four-prison-cells/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Bunny was one of four friends that searched and explored old abandon buildings in and around the city of Oxford. Bunny was a lively and loud character with her long purple hair dropping over her beautiful face. Her large breasts popped out of her chest so did her perfect ass. She was just under 6ft and had a slim and trimmed body. Bunny was dressed in a rock and roll style with black leggings and a leather jacket. She was also wearing white converse shoes and white Animal T-shirt. Bunny was one hell of a good looking girl.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My Story</title><link>/stories/2014/05/16/my-story/</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/16/my-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is a result of Jon, who commented on one of my fiction stories and asked me how I became a latex / PVC fetish.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My story, with respect to my love of latex and PVC, begins about 20 something years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whilst at uni a group of us girls, especially Edith my best friend, would get together at weekends for parties and good times with the boys. One particular party at one of the girl’s parent’s place we decided to make it a sort of ‘theme party’ the theme being the ‘swinging sixties’. Edith and I found a couple of outfits in a party hire shop consisting of dresses, boots, hand bags and hats. My dress was an orange and yellow zig zag affair, short sleeves with a calf length hem line, the boots were white leather (a little worse for wear I seem to remember) as was the hand bag. A pill box hat in orange finished off the ensemble, I certainly looked like I had just walked out of the 60’s.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Unfortunate Encounter</title><link>/stories/2014/05/11/an-unfortunate-encounter/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/11/an-unfortunate-encounter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a story I co-wrote with my kinky female friend SadiaX. We take turns adding from the point of view of our own character.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love my job with the British Intelligence, I have been part of many successful recon missions over the years. The salary is great and it means I can travel the world. It hadn’t always been easy, my initial 6 weeks survival training with the SAS acquiring all the skills I would need was very challenging, especially the interrogation tactics weekend. I have built up quite a reputation amongst the underworld and have evaded capture on several occasions. My career is my life, I have no time for family or friends but then my role as a British secret agent requires a degree of detachment from emotional involvement. That said, I miss intimate contact with another which proves difficult sometimes owing to my high sex drive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 10: Epilogue</title><link>/stories/2014/04/15/trouble-in-fairyland-10-epilogue/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/15/trouble-in-fairyland-10-epilogue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 9: Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10: Epilogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I parted the branches carefully and looked out at the cleared yard behind the house. A house made of bricks. There was a wooden veranda, assorted strange furniture and fittings scattered about the yard and a large kennel. I had found the place. Now, I happily admit I hated him at times, but Big Bad Wolf has been good to and with me, and when I heard what Galinda the Good Witch of the East had done to him I wanted my revenge. It was just plain unfair, and I have a terrible sense of fairness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Experience</title><link>/stories/2013/12/11/the-experience/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/11/the-experience/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From His point of view:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As she drove up to the hotel parking lot at 8am on a Saturday in her little Hyundai Accent, I stood at the window looking down. This is going to be a fun few days….&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We met online about a month ago – it was a vanilla chat site – nothing overtly adult about the conversation. She had broken up with her ex a few months earlier, and just wanted to talk to people.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sisterhood</title><link>/stories/2013/11/27/the-sisterhood/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/11/27/the-sisterhood/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Looking back on my childhood with the clarity of an adult woman I realize that, even at an early age I knew – or sensed – that something was different about my family. What you grow up with seems normal because that is what you experience as normal. It becomes your baseline even though it may be completely different from most everyone else’s reality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;None of the women in my family were married. But more than that, there was a pronounced absence of men. As a young girl I didn’t think much about it. I knew other girls had dads but it didn’t seem all that strange. People leave, couples divorce, life goes on. I remember asking my mother once about who my father was. She told me he was a nice man but had died before I was born. From time to time my mother would go out. I knew she dated. But none of the men stuck around for more than one or two dates.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Afternoon with Amy Young</title><link>/stories/2013/10/31/an-afternoon-with-amy-young/</link><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/31/an-afternoon-with-amy-young/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi, I’m so glad you came over, it’s been so long.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How have you been? You look great.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sit down in the front room. Do you want something to drink? I have this fabulous raspberry soda, it’s Italian, that’s what I’m having.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m working as an account rep at a local radio station, and yes, it’s as crazy as it sounds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have so much to catch up on; you’ll love this, it’s so refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Difficult Pleasures</title><link>/stories/2013/10/31/difficult-pleasures/</link><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/10/31/difficult-pleasures/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I loved having him tied up. He had always been so reluctant when I mentioned bondage to him, but he truly loved me - and oh God, he made a fantastic slave. So he put up with my kinky tendencies, letting me seduce him over and over into situations he always regretted. But there was something so totally empowering in knowing that I could have him at my beck and call whenever I wanted, doing whatever I asked him to make me feel like a goddess.
I’d always been fascinated with feminization. Maybe it was growing up behind the shadow of two brothers, wishing I could show them how difficult it was to walk in my shoes as a woman (especially if they were high heels), or maybe it was just my own dominant tendencies but there was something so gratifying in making my man my woman. To know that he hated it (in our less kinky moments, he was brutally truthful with me) but did it. For my sake. And even when he was bound and sick with himself for how low he had once again gone for me, I could bring him to orgasm … even if he whimpered and mewled and begged through his gag for me to stop bringing him to the edge, over … and over … and over.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sarah's Raincoat</title><link>/stories/2013/09/15/sarahs-raincoat/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/15/sarahs-raincoat/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just a short story that I have been thinking about for quite a while now. I have written it for Andy in my appreciation of all his time and effort on his web site for the enjoyment of many.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah, a woman in her mid twenties loved to keep fit, partly for maintaining good health but mostly to maintain her trim figure. Any opportunity to exercise was not missed and her lunchtimes from work almost always involved a brisk walk around the local shopping centre. She wouldn’t loiter at the shop windows so as not to break her walking rhythm; however there was just one shop where she would occasionally pause to check out the window display. The shop was a high end ladies fashion outlet for a major Italian fashion chain and often had very beautiful garments on display.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Birthday Bicurious</title><link>/stories/2013/09/06/birthday-bicurious/</link><pubDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/09/06/birthday-bicurious/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn&amp;rsquo;t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like I didn&amp;rsquo;t like boys - I did - It&amp;rsquo;s just that they didn&amp;rsquo;t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t shunned or anything - but I also didn&amp;rsquo;t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t much interested in sex with them, so I&amp;rsquo;d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more&amp;hellip; accommodating.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My New Position 3: Just Another Dolly</title><link>/stories/2013/07/22/my-new-position-3-just-another-dolly/</link><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/22/my-new-position-3-just-another-dolly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mynewposition2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Position 2: Home Delivery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This story is too hot for DeviantArt and has been banned LOL :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Just Another Dolly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was still tied tightly to the bed when my new owner came into the room, he climbed on top of me and entered me, he finished himself off quickly and without any effort on my part as I lay there letting him use me, not that i could do anything anyway the way I was tightly strapped to the bed. Once he finished using me he left, without a second glance, this is what being a dolly is like I thought, I&amp;rsquo;m here to please my owner and dolly likes to please him ran the thoughts in my head. I was still clad in the latex catsuit that he&amp;rsquo;d found me in yesterday, all so long ago it seemed to me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Release Part 3</title><link>/stories/2013/06/13/the-release-part-3/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/06/13/the-release-part-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="release2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have to just calm down and prepare for my day at work. I won’t be able to concentrate and I am already developing a headache from the frustration and tears. I haven’t even left for work yet. I drag my body upstairs and get dressed. I feel wore out already. I go back to the kitchen and take the metal container and put it in a cup with warm water. It may be able to melt by the time I get home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Becoming Cuntface</title><link>/stories/2013/05/04/becoming-cuntface/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/05/04/becoming-cuntface/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer – this is a work of fiction, a mosaic of fantasies and multiple online sessions with multiple dom(mes). If you recognize your work, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sat down in front of the computer with a bit of trepidation. It was time for the weekly Saturday morning session with Ozzy. My mind was already drifting into subspace as I looked at the box that he sent me. It was still sealed, but something in it jingled. I had my laptop booted, the mike hooked up, and cam was active. I sat and waited for him to log on. Sometimes I wondered if he purposely delayed logging in to drive home that I waited at his convenience. I smiled as I saw his name appear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ranch</title><link>/stories/2013/05/04/the-ranch/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/05/04/the-ranch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As told by his slave, slave c&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i knew it was going to be an interesting weekend when Master Jon told me to stand at attention and wrote something on my left breast, and then took a picture. He had me dress in lingerie, and then did something which seldom happens- he made me put on my collar. That just doesn&amp;rsquo;t happen in our city. He had me put a short dress on over the lingerie, put on my wrist and ankle restraints, and told me that i would be &amp;ldquo;on display&amp;rdquo;, and we drove for about 45 minutes to a ranch.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Release Part 2</title><link>/stories/2013/04/19/the-release-part-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/04/19/the-release-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="release.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am in the cycle yet, once again. I have been on a binge for a month now and I don’t see an end happening soon. I do this from time to time. I go quietly upstairs and lock my door. I pull down the shades and open the bag that hides all my favorite and private toys, It contains, belts, ropes, ties, cords, elastic bands, leather straps, ribbons, cut strips of cloth, old seat belt straps, various other mechanisms for self locking . I have purchased a new item and want to try it out. I always find something new to add from time to time and want to push my boundaries. It’s part of the game I play, part of the excitement and part of the arousal that I enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Slave's Afternoon</title><link>/stories/2013/04/08/a-slaves-afternoon/</link><pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/04/08/a-slaves-afternoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me&amp;hellip; I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Release</title><link>/stories/2013/03/07/the-release/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/07/the-release/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It’s that time again where I need to hold myself in bondage. I do this ritual as I methodically close the door and lock it making sure no one can get in. I open the bag that I have hidden safely underneath my dresser and tucked under drawers. I have made it so undetectable.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The dark mesh bag has a few rings to hang it on underneath, making so it won’t dangle and is hidden from the obvious looker who may bend down and want to see if they dropped something. It stretches the length of the dresser and is held in place by hooks that are secured into the woodwork. You can’t detect it unless you put your hand all the way up beyond the bottom molding, a perfect non suspecting place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>True Story: Own Chastity</title><link>/stories/2013/02/23/true-story-own-chastity/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/23/true-story-own-chastity/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Tale of A Chronic Masturbator</title><link>/stories/2012/12/14/the-tale-of-a-chronic-masturbator/</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/14/the-tale-of-a-chronic-masturbator/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;At the tender age of six, I found my anatomy endlessly fascinating and I remember holding my mother&amp;rsquo;s make-up mirror down below while I peed, to see exactly where it was all coming from. Such a revelation! Of course, I knew about the back office, because my older sister, who claimed to know everything, made jokes about &amp;lsquo;where chocolate&amp;rsquo;s made&amp;rsquo; all the time. When I asked her about the front, she just looked embarrassed, and said darkly, &amp;lsquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll see,&amp;rsquo; probably because she&amp;rsquo;d been at school when the Big Red Moment happened, and was mortified to have to do the walk of shame all the way home wearing a giant maxi pad.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2006/01/28/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/01/28/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-four-stranger-in-the-night"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Four: Stranger in the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All the rooms were dark as they moved through the hallway towards my bedroom, their footsteps making little noise as they continued to approach the very room where I lay bound and enclosed in my self-involvement, too engrossed to hear any noise other than the small groans behind my gag that I was making as the pleasure within me intensified.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The door crept open slowly, but my head was turned the other way, even so, my eyes were tightly closed and I wouldn’t have seen the opening of the door. They came into the room and were greeted by the sight of a black-clad figure of a woman tightly tied and thoroughly enjoying herself, moving around on her bed, her hips gyrating and her bottom moving deliciously within the latex, a lovely sight to see, intoxicating and inviting.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-three-bagged"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three: Bagged!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After spending that first weekend mostly kept in the box, bound with several straps, while dressed again as his latex sex doll, I’d come to love or should I say crave being kept this way, maybe I was becoming too much like a doll, an object to be used and discarded and not as a living, breathing, thinking person, or even a woman with her own desires and needs, though I guess that they were currently being taken care of with me being kept as his sex doll. But I didn’t seem to care, I was his to do with as he pleased, and I was loving every moment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cindy, Lovedoll</title><link>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/11/01/cindy-lovedoll/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-two-back-as-the-doll"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Two: Back as the Doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Friday afternoon when he rang me at work and asked me to come directly to his place after work. He wouldn’t elaborate but said that I would enjoy myself. My tummy went into backflips at the thought of what might happen, I was certain that I would definitely enjoy myself. I hurried to get through my work, my mind drifting off to what would be happening later. I decided to finish early and rang him back to tell him so, he agreed to meet me and have a drink before heading home. Once we were together in the bar I kept asking what he had in store for me this weekend, but he refused to answer other than to say that I would be enclosed and maybe kept bound all weekend, it all sounded very enticing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My New Position</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-new-position/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-new-position/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was turning out to be a normal day like any other in the office, that is until the courier arrived at my desk carrying a parcel. You see I work as a Personal Asssistant to my boss, or secretary in the old terms. He runs a successful engineering &amp;amp; manufacturing business, our office is at the front of the building with the factory located below and behind the main offices.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>My New Position 2: Home Delivery</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/my-new-position-2-home-delivery/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/my-new-position-2-home-delivery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="mynewposition.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Position&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Home Delivery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After being discovered dressed in a latex catsuit by my boss, my guilt and horniness at being dressed this way had led to me being dressed in corset, thigh-high boots, collar and strapped to a display stand, just like the rubber doll he&amp;rsquo;d brought out of his secret cupboard. I&amp;rsquo;d thoroughly enjoyed being dressed and bound, placed on the stand and even put away in the cupboard, so much so that when he released me I couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait for him to use me and had posed myself over his desk and invited him to use me for his pleasure (and mine).&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Robbery</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-robbery/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-robbery/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cicely and Beatrice were two young women in their late twenties who worked in the inner city. Both were computer programmers in the Treasury Finance building which directly adjoined a national government currency depository. Though they had worked here for several years neither had ever been in this very secure inner sanctum right next to their workplace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cicely was a tall slim, narrow waisted girl with an athletic figure. She had an oval face with a sharp chin, framed by straight brown hair in a neat page boy haircut.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>To Do List</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/to-do-list/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/to-do-list/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I walked to the bedroom to take a shower my nipples still hurt, a lot, and although they were still very sensitive I had never had them hurt so much after so much time had passed. According to Nick I was only “hanging” for about 30 minutes before I passed out and it was now almost 4:30 PM. I had slept for nearly two hours and they still hurt.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 7: Red Riding Hood's Fate</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-7-red-riding-hoods-fate/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-7-red-riding-hoods-fate/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 6: A Tour of the Cellars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Red Riding Hood&amp;rsquo;s Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The moment the door crashed closed behind me the heat and humidity hit me so hard it was almost a physical sensation. Dragged away from the squealing Bo Peep in the tormented mechanical embrace of that evil machine my clothes and collar had melted away before the crackling magics of the Evil Queen and now I stood naked beyond a heavy iron-studded door. I felt and heard the bolts being shot home as I stood there with my shoulder blades pressed against the rough woodwork.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 8: Revelation</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-8-revelation/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-8-revelation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 7: Red Riding Hood&amp;rsquo;s Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Revelation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, at last I had the full set. All of the bitches were mine to do with as I pleased. As the three of them wiggled down the corridor before me I felt my heart singing as I was as last able to put my plan into operation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bitch who was once been Snow White was leading the other two on their leashes. I had guessed she would be the turncoat of the group. And she was so easy to turn. All those frustrated years living untouched in the middle of the forest with those randy little dwarves and their broadcast hormones she just couldn’t cope with all the pleasures I gave her, then took away again. Little slut. And now look at her. Long black boots, tight leather hot pants and a matching top that makes her look the ultimate dominant slut. Which she is I guess. Well, after me of course. And all it takes to keep her in line is free access to the toys in the castle cellars and a few willing volunteers. Ok, maybe the volunteers are not always so willing, but she has such a persuasive nature. Especially when she has a whip in her hand.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trouble in Fairyland 9: Escape</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-9-escape/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trouble-in-fairyland-9-escape/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="troubleinfairyland8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trouble in Fairyland 8: Revelation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hauled my head up off the floor and the world swam about me. I gave my head a shake and fought down a wave of nausea. Every limb ached and my brain felt like it was trying to escape through my ears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I forced my eyes open and the bright sunlight was almost painful. I lifted myself from where I lay on the floor and looked about. I could see the Evil Queen lying prone on the mattress that made up the centrepiece of her evil machine of sexual torment.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>