<?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>VR on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/vr/</link><description>Recent content in VR on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/vr/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/03/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/03/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-21"&gt;Part 21&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h4 id="chapter-95-last-night-in-thoth"&gt;Chapter 95: Last Night in Thoth&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Back in the studio, Ellie let the illusion fall and Honey shimmered back into view. She was cuffed again and he stood looking at her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Ezio,’ Ellie said after a moment’s silence. ‘Do you&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; For a moment she was not a Seductress but Ellie Trapp, college student. ‘Do you want to see me again? Outside, I mean&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; She cringed inwardly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘You are a girl, right?’ He was joking but the comment jarred her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/02/28/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/28/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-20"&gt;Part 20&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h4 id="chapter-90-a-woman-scorned"&gt;Chapter 90: A Woman Scorned&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Amanda looked at the small pot in her hand. It was, she thought, a little strange that one could buy or indeed might need to buy vaseline in Fantasia X or, perhaps, there should be an abundant supply of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The brandy had given her just a small amount of courage. Being a Level 4 Adventuress who’d just dumped her dominant (or was that domineering?) lover/boss did the rest. The sensation made her partly regret the decision not to go into the wilderness with the warriors; she was sure she could have held her own.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/02/22/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/22/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-19"&gt;Part 19&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h4 id="chapter-85-truths"&gt;Chapter 85: Truths&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;‘Honey?’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amanda could see her daughter and Maiko in the corridor ahead and she tried to work out what they were doing. They both seemed to be leaning against one of the tunnel walls holding hands. They’d both been behaving strangely since nearing the tower, appearing scared to cross the ditch then using Maiko’s grappling arrow and a rope rather than walking across the bridge. She’d watched as the pair had rolled together in the grass then Ellie had ripped off Maiko’s clothes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/02/14/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/02/14/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-18"&gt;Part 18&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-80-the-call"&gt;Chapter 80: The Call&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Amazonne knew she was being summoned and it was a summons she could not resist.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Even in Fantasia, moving in bondage required considerable effort and she was panting hard when she finally thought she was far enough away to work herself free without disturbing the rest of the party. It took her nearly an hour more to escape, and she soon realised that tugging on the rope, rotating her wrists to seek out the knots was more effective and safer than trying to saw through the cords by rubbing them against her sword. Eventually she managed to free her left wrist and then untie the rope around her right one. Her elbows were still pinned together and the ropes that bound her ankles were tied to her elbow bonds but with her hands free she was able to use her sword to cut through the cords holding her in the hogtie and then, finally, able to extend her ankles, she sat up and, wedging the sword against a rock, managed to free her arms. This left the rope harness with its knotted crotch rope and intricate bindings designed to constrain and tease her breasts. She was about to cut it away when she saw someone move in the camp and crouched down behind the rock to conceal herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/01/10/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/10/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-17"&gt;Part 17&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-76-afterwards"&gt;Chapter 76: Afterwards&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;‘Wow!’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They stumbled into an alleyway somewhere in the west quarter of the city, the alarm bells of the palace still ringing but distant now, muted and high above them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘That incredible!’ Maiko said, pulling down the zipper of her catsuit and fanning her sweat soaked chest, not caring that her breasts were clearly in view.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘You were amazing,’ Ezio said to Ellie then added.‘You were both amazing.’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2026/01/03/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2026/01/03/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-16"&gt;Part 16&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h4 id="chapter-72-ellie-the-dominant"&gt;Chapter 72: Ellie the Dominant&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;’So, Mistress,’ the elf asked. ‘How do you want me?’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Naked is a good start,’ Ellie said, appraising the slim toned body before her with its multiple piercings. She hardened her voice. ‘On your knees.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Yes, Mistress.’ The elf smiled, lifting her hands behind her head and preparing to drop to her knees.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ellie used the whip. It felt instinctive, one of those character traits that the AI gives a character. The whip slashed across the elf’s belly, curling round it and Ellie jerked her in close.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Professor Kink's Escape Room Challenge Series Two</title><link>/stories/2025/12/21/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge-series-two/</link><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/12/21/professor-kinks-escape-room-challenge-series-two/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="interactive-christmas-special"&gt;Interactive Christmas Special&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You wake up to find that it is bitterly cold and when you open your eyes you see snow swirling above you driven by a fierce, chill wind. You are lying on your back in a snowdrift along with your three escape room companions. You are all naked save for strategically wound cheesecloth scarves.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sitting up, you feel the bite of the wind more fiercely and suppressing a shiver, you force yourself to look around. You see only a flat expanse of snow and ice extending to all horizons. The only exception is a steel door a few meters away bearing the sign: ‘Santa’s Secret Sex Toy Factory’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/11/30/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/30/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-15"&gt;Part 15&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;h4 id="chapter-68-torture"&gt;Chapter 68: Torture&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Master of Assassins undid his cloak as he looked down at the implements on he table which appeared to be a mix of sex toys and genuine instruments of torture and a few that were probably both. Then he tossed the cloak onto the armchair and pushing up the sleeves of his doublet he walked back towards Ellie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘So,’ he said, ‘you were about to tell me what you were doing in Thoth.’&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/11/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/15/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-14"&gt;Part 14&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-63-more-orgasms"&gt;Chapter 63: More Orgasms&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Prospero took hold of one of the rings attached to her collar and led her towards the bed in the corner of the workshop.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘I am without an apprentice at present,’ he said as if explaining the small bed. ‘But, if it helps&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; He snapped his fingers and the bed appeared to expand, purple silk coverlets replacing the blankets, in a moment it had four posts and a gold rimmed canopy; gold and purple cushions lay scattered around it. The chest had become a dresser of dark wood inlaid with gold surmounted by a mirror in which Ellie could see Prospero reflected, his finger hooked in the collar around Honey’s throat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Loner in Lockdown</title><link>/stories/2025/11/08/a-loner-in-lockdown/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/08/a-loner-in-lockdown/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Being a fetishist can be a lonely existence, especially if you&amp;rsquo;re of a shy and retiring nature. Discovering things like BDSM during your years of sexual awakening in the early 2000s could be done completely privately online, with no need to visit old fashioned sex shops for magazines any more, and progressing from there onto other more specialist kinks would not be unusual given the nature of Internet links, chat rooms etc. But even basic BDSM didn&amp;rsquo;t really hit the mainstream media until a certain novel came out, so there was perhaps more danger of an embarrassing knock-back if one came out to their partner expressing certain desires back then.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/11/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/11/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-13"&gt;Part 13&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-59-slaves-for-rent"&gt;Chapter 59: Slaves for Rent&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;To the side of the square, Ellie spotted a man wearing the leathers of a drover. He was leading a blonde pony by rope halter. A little way down the street she could see the sign of a farrier, the owner of the premises sitting outside. Even from this distance, it was obvious that the pony was used for heavy work judging by her thick strong legs and the welts and scars across her back that suggests regular encouragement from the whip. She walked, Ellie noticed, with a slight limp. The man stopped in front of the farrier and there was a brief discussion before the drover dropped some coins into the other man’s hand then passed the blonde’s reins to him. Then he turned and left the pony behind, emerging back into the square and striding across to his cart where he picked up a heavy leather bridle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/10/18/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/10/18/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-12"&gt;Part 12&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-55-the-slave-caravan"&gt;Chapter 55: The Slave Caravan&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The caravan broke camp long before dawn, the stars shining like diamonds, the constellations of the Slave Girl and the Sex Toy shining above them in the blackness of the sky, the air chill on the bare flesh of the chained slave girls. The Slavers riding camels and the slaves walking beside them, lines of ten or twelve girls chained together by their collars, new slaves separated from those who had been trained and the personal slaves walking on leashes beside their masters or mistresses.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/09/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-11"&gt;Part 11&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-50-reckoning"&gt;Chapter 50: Reckoning&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;‘So, what happens now?’ the Merchant said. She was still staring at Battle Babe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amanda glanced around, the others were all busy searching bodies and cleaning weapons. She thought she should probably go and release Ellie but she was curious about the Merchant. There was clearly something going on here that she didn’t understand, an old score being settled perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were, she gathered, some unwritten rules around Party loyalty but this felt wrong and she didn’t want to be a part of it. There was something else too, something more than her own conscience as if the game was telling her this was wrong too. Even the tingle of Experience she’d felt from hitting the man in the leg had felt different somehow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/09/06/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/09/06/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-10"&gt;Part 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-45-interview-with-the-vampire"&gt;Chapter 45: Interview with the Vampire&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Beside Ellie, the blondes screamed as the two vampires continued to feed on their victim. The only one apparently unaffected was the blindfolded redhead mounted on the pole who seemed to be oblivious to the fate of the man and continued to writhe with lust, the weights on her nipples swinging wildly and her moans, louder now, mingling with the screams of the blondes.&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>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/07/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-7"&gt;Part 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-32-the-thieves-guild"&gt;Chapter 32: The Thieves’ Guild&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Ellie wandered back towards the market square which seemed to be gearing up for another day of trading and, presumably, training new adventurers. It didn’t take her long to spot a suitable target, a typical Merchant with his purse on display. She thought briefly of Battle Babe’s instruction not to get into trouble but she also found her fingers itching to lift the purse. It was, she told herself, what she was supposed to be doing, after all and, before she knew it she was walking behind him, matching his stride. Then, as he stopped to examine the wares of a cloth stall, she brushed past him and enjoyed the thrill of XPs as she sauntered away clutching her prize.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/07/06/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/07/06/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-6"&gt;Part 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-27-reckoning"&gt;Chapter 27: Reckoning&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Ellie swung her hips as she crossed the square heading back to the Saucy Adventuress. She was still on a high from her successes and meeting with Goldie and a little tipsy from the cocktail. She was conscious of the eyes that followed her, furtive looks from shadows and overt ogling from adventurers who passed her and it excited her. She was sure a dark haired, buxom Jewell, a slave lead past on a leash had winked at her seductively. Maybe, she thought, Caliban would be in the bar, and maybe she could hook up with him. She was sure she could seduce him now. Fuck she could probably seduce Felix now.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/06/22/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/22/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-5"&gt;Part 5&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-22-after-the-orgasm"&gt;Chapter 22: After the Orgasm&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Ellie lay curled up by the wall to the garden allowing her body to recover from the orgasm she’d just given herself. It had felt wonderful, a truly earth-shattering experience that had easily eclipsed the pleasure she’d taken from being chained up and used by the half-orcs the day before. She thought she should be exhausted from the intensity but the dwindling pleasure in her body simply made her want more. She could, she realised, give pleasure to herself but her body told her she wanted something else, someone else. It was hard to tell but she thought the intensity of the sexual climax had probably as much to do with XPs as the need that had built up inside her; the quickening too had perhaps played a part. Honey’s body had clearly responded to what the redhead had done to her and it was, therefore, Honey that had the desire to hammer on the gate beside her and beg to be let back in.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/06/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/06/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-17-out-of-the-frying-pan"&gt;Chapter 17: Out of the Frying Pan&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Everything looked different when Ellie emerged from the alley clutching the torn and soiled remains of the peasant dress to her body. The view was the same albeit that the sun was higher and the shadows shorter; there was the market, the square, down the street ahead she could see the tavern where she’d spent the night but the details were different, sharper as if a filter had been applied to her vision so the details she’d noticed before became clearer and new ones caught her attention.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/04/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/04/13/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-3"&gt;Part 3&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-11-bragging-rights"&gt;Chapter 11: Bragging Rights&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The tavern was just off the main square in HomeTown and was called the ‘Saucy Adventuress’. Above the door, the sign showed the rear view of a nicely rounded female in a short skirt, furs and armour climbing up onto the top of some sort of mountain. Ellie thought she might have seen a similar picture before and she was sure her mother had recognised it. ‘Didn’t the original still have her knickers on?’ Amanda had asked Val as they’d approach the door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/03/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/03/08/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-6-adventure"&gt;Chapter 6: Adventure&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The party stepped from the main street of Home Town onto a partly paved road that led towards a forest, Ellie walking at the back clutching the dagger and trying to decide what to do with it. The three warriors, Battle Babe, Bu-Shi-Doll and Valkyrie were leading and Amazon followed a little behind, casting occasional glances back at her daughter. Then came Katana Girl, walking straight-backed, her sword in her left hand. Despite her initial wonder at the world she had entered, Ellie was feeling very much that she did not fit in, that coming here had been a bad idea and deciding to play a Seductress was even worse.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dungeons and Dragons</title><link>/stories/2025/02/01/dungeons-and-dragons/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/02/01/dungeons-and-dragons/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-the-predicament"&gt;Chapter 1: The Predicament&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Say ‘yes’!’ Valerie tugged on the chain connecting Amanda’s nipple clamps.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Nggghh!’ Amanda shook her head even as she arched her back growling defiance into her gag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amanda was spread on the bed, held on her back by leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles that were tied by leather thongs to the bedposts. She was naked save for a black leather collar that was padlocked around her neck and her smooth, tanned skin glistened.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jabba's Palace Party</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/jabbas-palace-party/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="halloween-props"&gt;Halloween Props&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Phil’s friend Beverly texted him a week or so before Halloween “You’ll never believe it!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Believe what?” he asked back reasonably.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“A friend of a friend has a contract to decorate for a massive Halloween party for a giant tech company! And I am being asked to help make some of the props!” Phil could sense his friend was excited.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Isn’t this a little short notice?” Phil wondered.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>AI-VR</title><link>/stories/2023/01/14/ai-vr/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/01/14/ai-vr/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jackson Miller leans forward across his desk and smiles his most reassuring smile, trying to get his guest to talk. “We will need to know your fantasies, Brandon. Your wildest fantasy, ideally, but at the very least a scenario that you want to see realised.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The kid – late teens, probably, 20 at a push – looks embarrassed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“There is nothing Dr Alexander and I haven’t heard yet, I can assure you,” Jackson says in a soothing tone. “And there is almost nothing that we won’t be able to make happen for you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Doll</title><link>/stories/2022/10/26/virtual-doll/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/10/26/virtual-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lexi had been a rising star in school, everything seemed easy to her making her exceed all expectations. During college she had taken a computer programming course immediately finding it fit her talents perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After only one semester Lexi had started writing a program for video games, learning they were becoming big business. She felt the whole writing process for gaming, and in general, was tedious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her first idea was to write a program that would allow the user to write a story and the program would write all the code to make it a video game. It had taken her months to get the base program built and when she showed it to her professor, he cautioned her on telling anyone else until she had a patent.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Whispers in the Ear</title><link>/stories/2022/09/20/whispers-in-the-ear/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/20/whispers-in-the-ear/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="preparations"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Remember, no talking when in contact with the Subject. Use the tablet if you have a question.” The Technician slipped on the helmet of the isolation suit. The silvered front acted like a one-way mirror, concealing the face of the person inside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Apprentice nodded in understanding. “The Subject is still unconscious?” The two faced each other, verifying there was no exposed clue to the identity of either one.&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>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>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>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>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>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>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>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>Into The Game</title><link>/stories/2019/11/12/into-the-game/</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/11/12/into-the-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sabrina burst into her apartment making a hobbled path to the kitchen island as she removed her shoes mid stride and threw them towards the bedroom. Reaching the island, she unceremoniously tossed her purse and keys onto the counter and began to tear into the envelope. The small box she found within was no bigger than a wedding ring box, black, and non-descript. A folded piece of paper was the only other thing in the envelope. She unfolded the paper and began to read.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Deanna and the Dragon</title><link>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/19/deanna-and-the-dragon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was the holographic dragon that did it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had lunged forward, massive mouth open wide, and the roar was deafening inside the cave. But even as Will leapt forward, brandishing his sword to protect Deanna from the holographic beast, she had been transfixed. The sight of the gaping hole of its maw, pink and wet but vanishing into dark black depths, the wetness of its tongue, the hotness of its breath, it gave her an almost overwhelming desire to throw herself forward into its mouth and let it consume her.  But she’d held herself back, and completed her night on the holodeck with Will, not letting on that she&amp;rsquo;d found the experience intensely arousing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Blessed Sins</title><link>/stories/2018/05/30/blessed-sins/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/30/blessed-sins/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This is the first story I&amp;rsquo;ve shared with anyone, I welcome advice and criticism. Help me make the next installment of this series better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A month away from spring break, and Malinda Swanson was already counting the days. She gave it her best, but this year&amp;rsquo;s students were especially unteachable, and she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to wait any longer for her well-deserved vacation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thanks to advances in cybertech and virtual reality, she had another option. A VR system that would let you create an avatar in a diverse fantasy setting, and the avatar would explore the virtual world while you were offline. Just log in a few days later, and you would &amp;ldquo;remember&amp;rdquo; everything your other self experienced.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Terra Byte</title><link>/stories/2017/07/18/terra-byte/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/18/terra-byte/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An interesting look at a computer interface of tomorrow. The bond between a geek or geekette and their computer is strong, but this tale takes that to a whole new level. This a very mild SciFi Romance. You will like this more if you are a geek or geekette, but even if you are not, you can still appreciate the romance side of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The offer was too good to pass up. Euphrates was upgrading their system to use the new artificial intelligence system created for them by Applesoft and needed people to test the AI interface. In exchange for a twenty-five percent discount on all orders for two months, I signed up to be one of the beta testers before the system went fully live. I don’t know how many of us there were worldwide, but they acted like it was a big deal with a select few. Maybe it was. I didn’t hear of anyone else among my friends who was taking advantage of this.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Reality</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/virtual-reality/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/virtual-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Don was in his late forties, still good looking, with a firm toned body. Having lived and breathed computers from an early age he had been asked to head up a new, but small research faculty at Fort Lauderdale in Florida, to explore what was possible in the world of virtual reality and cyber space. To help him he had a young woman who had just graduated. As well as being an attractive young woman, Sharon was very adventurous and always making suggestions regarding what she would like to experience in the virtual world. Don’s task was to develop a system that would be compact and as realistic as possible. Current systems involved the use of large goggles and awkward gloves, with participants having to stand or move around in order to get some form of realistic effect.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>From Lab Rat to Slave 12</title><link>/stories/2016/08/18/from-lab-rat-to-slave-12/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/08/18/from-lab-rat-to-slave-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="fromlabrattoslave11.html"&gt;part 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jacky and I had a light meal then retired to our room and were locked in. We enjoyed sleeping body to body but, did not have any lesbian tendencies. Our love was as sisters maybe even closer because of all the unusual and uncommon tribulations we had suffered. I asked her how come she never told me that she knew of my identity and she answered that after observing the trauma I must have gone thru, she had no choice but to accept it and did not want to mention it until I was ready to tell her. She did confess that at the time she was hurt and relieved at the same time to know that I was alive.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 20</title><link>/stories/2016/05/17/an-ensigns-fantasies-20/</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/17/an-ensigns-fantasies-20/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies19.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="the-following-narrative-is-that-of-a-retired-starfleet-commander-though-many-of-the-narrated-details-did-actually-occur-all-names-are-fictitious-and-locales-and-dates-are-changed-to-prevent-individual-identification"&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I snugged the VR recording helmet down on my head. I had borrowed it from my work lab for the weekend. My home computer was sufficient to handle VR but my personal equipment was nowhere near as powerful as the helmet I borrowed. With a choice of being completely naked, half naked or &amp;ldquo;dressed&amp;rdquo; as a damsel in distress, I finally opted for half naked. I started dressing with a garter belt, then pulled on fishnet stockings and clipped them in place. A pair of crotchless panties was next followed by a baby doll nighty. I stepped in front of the full length mirror to check my appearance. My boobs poked through the cutouts in the front of my nighty and my shaved crotch was readily visible. I thought, &amp;ldquo;Diana, you&amp;rsquo;re a good looking lay if I do say so myself&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Factotum 3</title><link>/stories/2015/06/30/factotum-3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/30/factotum-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="factotum2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was getting harder by the moment. All thoughts of fucking a cyborg robot had left my mind. “It” was more ideal woman than I had ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was splendid. Tall, poised and covered in my new favourite material, rubber.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I used to like leather, and imagined women in tight leather pants. I&amp;rsquo;d never explored the idea. My S.A.M. now blew that thought out of the water! It was rubber, latex, that I now knew I&amp;rsquo;d always wanted. I&amp;rsquo;d never knew, never known; but I realised now, that I&amp;rsquo;d not ever leave this Household, unless instructed. “Fetch me a hood, for you to wear.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Alice in Thunderland</title><link>/stories/2015/06/25/alice-in-thunderland/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/25/alice-in-thunderland/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Alice in Thunderland is a nerdy, sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm, romance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you are not nerdy or into sci-fi fantasy, you can skim through the first half and go directly to the playroom scene. The BDSM is traditional and timeless. It involves all aspects - BD, DS, &amp;amp; SM. There is some erotic pain, but it is relatively mild.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Factotum</title><link>/stories/2015/05/21/factotum/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/21/factotum/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My usual deliveries are garages, service stations, factories, transport yards, not plush mansions in the leafy suburbs. I deliver oil and grease, for cars, machinery, trucks, excavators. That has nothing to do with the story other than, I pressed the button on the intercom and waited for a reply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;High brick fences, covered the front of the huge block. Topped with ivy and studded with cameras and sensors, the wall prevented any good view of the house within.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Factotum 2</title><link>/stories/2015/05/21/factotum-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/05/21/factotum-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="factotum.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good! Very good, sir!&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ll let you out now.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“&amp;hellip;what would&amp;rsquo;ve happened if I didn&amp;rsquo;t agree?!” I exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“&amp;hellip;well! I&amp;rsquo;d&amp;rsquo;ve drugged you again; probably with some hallucinogens, and had some friends place you back in your van in a remote spot, for you to wake up; probably late for work on Monday, wondering if this was real or just a dream.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oh&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m glad I agreed. I hate being late for werk!” I chuckled. I could feel the vacuum rack loosening about me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kierra in VR</title><link>/stories/2015/01/27/kierra-in-vr/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/01/27/kierra-in-vr/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Kierra was a bit of a germaphobe. She didn&amp;rsquo;t really like to kiss people, and she really didn&amp;rsquo;t like to have sex with them. She liked everything to stay dry and mostly on the safe side of things. Not that she didn&amp;rsquo;t enjoy the sensations those things gave her, there was just always this niggling little voice in her head saying how dangerous those things were.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Being a very sexual girl this left her mostly to solo endeavors with toys or fingers. The shower was her favorite place to go for masturbation. This had proved a bit of a challenge over the years until she figured out that she could put her phone in a plastic bag and not destroy it in the shower. This enabled her to watch the various types of porn that turned her on.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Gloriana</title><link>/stories/2014/11/19/gloriana/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/11/19/gloriana/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Pilot Joins a Very Special Twelve Mile High Club. What happens at 65,000 feet can’t stay at 65,000 feet. But will– or can– test pilot Colonel Harold Hammen ever tell what actually happened when he met Gloriana.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The XF-139 was a very special type of plane, but then Colonel Harold H. Hammen was a very special type of test pilot. The plane was an SRA, a “Slingshot Response Aircraft” capable of responding anywhere in the world in just minutes when carried aloft by a special UTV, an “Ultrasonic Transport Vehicle.” The docked pair could be kept anywhere in the world and respond instantly to anywhere in the world when a situation arose. Both the two-pilot transport and the single pilot response aircraft would need mid-air refueling and perhaps mid-air towing to return to base, but the incredibly short initial response time meant that there was nowhere in the world that US air power could not appear in the sky within minutes of an incident. Or, at least that was the design theory that Colonel “HH” Hammen was trying to prove out in this test flight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Housewives New Hobby</title><link>/stories/2014/09/15/housewives-new-hobby/</link><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/15/housewives-new-hobby/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Warning: this story is intended for Adults only and should
not be read by persons under eighteen years of age or the age
of consent in whatever state or country you reside in. This story contains extremely graphic depictions of
alternative sexualities including aspects of; Rubber fetish,
vaginal, oral and anal sex, B&amp;amp;D, S&amp;amp;M, power exchange
and homosexuality (ff, mm, group sex Ect.) and should not be
construed to be anything other than a work of fiction. I.E. don&amp;rsquo;t
try this at home folks!
Warning: this story and characters and storyline are copyrighted
by the author and should not be used without the authors consent.
Feedback is always appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 9: Turning</title><link>/stories/2013/07/02/at-the-academy-9-turning/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/02/at-the-academy-9-turning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy8.html"&gt;part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9: Turning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What? I’m sorry, Roger, what did you say?” Amy looked up from the computer screen as she spoke, still not seeming fully engaged.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I said, are you OK? You’ve been just fading in and out for the last day or so, and some of us are worried.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, the last two days had been more than a bit of a strain on everyone. Third year students at the Academy regularly went through deep simulations with few breaks to start exposing them to an operational pace for their future assignments. More than an operational pace, actually – the theory was that if you really pushed the cadets now, you’d accomplish two things. First, they’d find the actual pace of operations almost relaxing. Second, you’d wash out the last of the cadets that didn’t belong.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 8: The Cost of Carelessness</title><link>/stories/2013/03/20/at-the-academy-8-the-cost-of-carelessness/</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/20/at-the-academy-8-the-cost-of-carelessness/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy7.html"&gt;part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;8: The Cost of Carelessness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, good morning Roger.&amp;rdquo; Amy was rinsing out her coffee cup as Roger walked in to the kitchen, still in his pajamas. She was fully dressed and the dishes in the sink made it clear that both she and Ken had already been up, eaten, and cleaned up. &amp;ldquo;I was just about to leave you and Andrea a note. Now that the 24 hours is up, Ken and I figured we&amp;rsquo;d stick around in the suite for a little while just pretend like were having a normal day away from the Academy. We won’t have the chance to do much of that pretty soon.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 5: Fierce Competition</title><link>/stories/2013/01/17/at-the-academy-5-fierce-competition/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/17/at-the-academy-5-fierce-competition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy4.html"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Fierce Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roger surveyed the hotel lobby from the mezzanine above. He knew what he was looking for, but needed to be sure that he didn&amp;rsquo;t appear to actually be looking. If his information was right, Amy and one of her partners in crime would be making their way across the lobby towards the West entrance at any moment now. He checked his watch, wondering if he had the timeline wrong in his head. As he did so, he allowed himself a moment to replay the events of the past week.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 4: Alone for the Holidays</title><link>/stories/2012/12/23/at-the-academy-4-alone-for-the-holidays/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/12/23/at-the-academy-4-alone-for-the-holidays/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy3.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Alone for the Holidays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the hell is going on?&amp;rdquo; Roger wondered for what had to be the fourth time. He tried willing his arms to move, but the effects of the stunner simply made that impossible. He watched as the four figures moved around him and wondered what would come next.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The day had started ordinarily enough, at least for someone in his circumstances. Although the holiday break left him without classes or responsibilities, it also left him with few options for entertainment or diversion. He had had the bad luck to come down with a serious virus that had been brought to the Academy along with the delivery of supplies almost 7 weeks ago. He certainly hadn&amp;rsquo;t been alone in getting ill; better than a quarter of the station&amp;rsquo;s student body, instructors, and staff had also contracted the virus before a quarantine managed to knock down further transmission. Unfortunately, Roger had been the last to contract the illness before this occurred.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Spandex Rehabilitation Machine 2</title><link>/stories/2011/11/17/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/11/17/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="spandexrehabilitationmachine.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spandex Rehabilitation Machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Plank was fully set up in his new facility, and the mindless but beautiful Jessica was back with him now and wearing a sensor/ transmitter rig built into her sexy blond wig. What he thought would be the perfect toy, his sexy Jessica willing to do ANYTHING that he could think of just by suggesting it to her, got tiring after a while. For a week straight he had her only wearing a short lab coat and high heels while bent over his desk, but even that got boring even though she enthusiastically thrusted back at him each time. The sensor rig she wore made his suggestions, with electrical stimuli, into her fondest desires and was only possible because the machine had so completely broken her in the two days it had her! In no time at all Jessica became just another piece of test equipment to Dr. Plank, but still one he liked to play with on occasion.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Unreality</title><link>/stories/2011/05/02/virtual-unreality/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/05/02/virtual-unreality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Change of shift complete, Captain. All Beta shift personnel are now at their posts.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Very good, Lieutenant,” Captain James Edwards replied, rising from his command chair. “You have the bridge.” After a final glance at the various stations, Edwards turned and left the bridge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ready for some relaxation, Captain?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Edwards grinned. “Absolutely. Sixteen whole hours to enjoy, hopefully without an emergency to deal with. What about you, Commander?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Commander Melissa Sykes, chief science officer, returned the grin. “Are you kidding? I’m testing a new program this evening. If it works, I expect to have a lot of fun with it.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Spinal Web</title><link>/stories/2010/10/18/spinal-web/</link><pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/10/18/spinal-web/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Anne was closing in on her 18th birthday and she had mixed feelings about it. She was eager and excited to finally enter the realm of Adulthood, but at the same time she was scared; scared since she didn’t have a clue what was going to happen. All she knew was that her Guardian had prepared her for this step all her life and that all her friends that had entered Adulthood simply had disappeared, not to be heard of ever more.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jesse in Jeopardy 2</title><link>/stories/2010/08/29/jesse-in-jeopardy-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/29/jesse-in-jeopardy-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="jesseinjeopardy.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The questions about her situation four people could answer. These being the owners of the ‘Western Approaches Society’ a secret organisation that few people apart from their many customers for custom built bondage furniture knew about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So imagine Barry McIvor’s surprise when their company secretary, Moira, had told her boss a week ago that she’d discovered an amazing girl right here on the island, showing them Jesse’s diary. “To think that pretty lassie assumed that I could earn enough running the B&amp;amp;B rather than what we do here, nor the boat to keep you and the boys solvent. It was bloody hard not to show I knew exactly what she was doing. Just managed to bluff it. Honestly, kids these days are so gullible. But Barry, she alone found the cage, tested it… and to be honest I think she’s got the sort of attitude we could do something with. She’s got one heck of an imagination too. No way are your standard cages anything like the old one Graham had in the Smithy. If I’d known it, and all the other stuff was there then we could have got the Society some serious cash. The average ‘dom’ would love something like this. Billy pet, how’s she doing in there?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jesse in Jeopardy Part 2</title><link>/stories/2010/08/29/jesse-in-jeopardy-part-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/08/29/jesse-in-jeopardy-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="jesseinjeopardy.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;
Part 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The questions about her situation four people could answer. These being the owners of the ‘Western Approaches Society’ a secret organisation that few people apart from their many customers for custom built bondage furniture knew about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So imagine Barry McIvor’s surprise when their company secretary, Moira, had told her boss a week ago that she’d discovered an amazing girl right here on the island, showing them Jesse’s diary. “To think that pretty lassie assumed that I could earn enough running the B&amp;amp;B rather than what we do here, nor the boat to keep you and the boys solvent. It was bloody hard not to show I knew exactly what she was doing. Just managed to bluff it. Honestly, kids these days are so gullible. But Barry, she alone found the cage, tested it… and to be honest I think she’s got the sort of attitude we could do something with. She’s got one heck of an imagination too. No way are your standard cages anything like the old one Graham had in the Smithy. If I’d known it, and all the other stuff was there then we could have got the Society some serious cash. The average ‘dom’ would love something like this. Billy pet, how’s she doing in there?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beta Test Part 2</title><link>/stories/2010/07/09/beta-test-part-2/</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/07/09/beta-test-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beta_test1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta Test Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Two&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Erin woke when sunlight first started coming into her living room.  She experienced a moment of hope that everything that had happened on Saturday was just a bad dream, but was disabused of this hope when she opened her eyes and found herself still naked, bound and chained to the floor of her living room.  The next thought that entered her head was: “Shit, I have to pee!”  She looked up at the game screen to see if there was any sign of activity.  There was a small amount of light in the windowless room, apparently coming in from under the sliding dog door.  She saw her avatar looking around the small room.  Then she noticed a bucket labeled ‘waste’ that was placed just to the right of the sliding panel.  Sure enough, there was also a bucket labeled ‘waste’ just to the right of the box in her living room.  She was disgusted by what she was going to have to do, but it was better than peeing on her living room floor.  Her leash gave her just enough slack to get her ass over the bucket.  The position was incredibly awkward, with her arms still pinned behind her back and the high heels that were still locked on her feet, but she managed to relieve herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hyperspace</title><link>/stories/2009/09/16/hyperspace/</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/09/16/hyperspace/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It is the year 3219 and a scientific ship is around orbit on a moon that is being slowly sucked into a wormhole. On this ship are two females, Jenna and Tammy. They have been friends since college and all the way through scientific university, now working on their graduation project.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tammy, you know we&amp;rsquo;re going to have to get closer to get some decent readings do you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes I know that Jen, but a probe would be destroyed by gravity before it would get into range&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 3: Turning the Tables</title><link>/stories/2009/01/17/at-the-academy-3-turning-the-tables/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/17/at-the-academy-3-turning-the-tables/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy2.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Turning the Tables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s odd to wake up and find your surroundings completely changed. Roger was confused as he rose slightly out of bed, taking the bedroom surrounding him in. Display panel, bureau, closet, door – all the standard fittings for a reasonably priced hotel room with the antiseptic decorating style that went with a large chain. Of course, it took a moment as sleep fell away and he remembered that he really should be waking in the Baron’s large, circular, stone study. When that realization hit, he nearly leapt out of bed, ready for anything. His training rapidly took over and he relaxed a bit as he started to take full stock of his situation.
He guessed immediately that he was still in the VR suite – he doubted that he could have been taken off the station and to a hotel without the use of some significant amount of drugs and his senses weren’t dulled in a way that would indicate those had been used. But obviously, things had changed. Andrea was nowhere to be found, he was now dressed in contemporary clothing, albeit just his boxer briefs at the moment, and the décor was modern. He was obviously in a suite – the open doors to a bathroom and sitting area made that obvious. A quick look around confirmed both that Andrea was nowhere to be found and he wasn’t a prisoner in any way since all of the doors worked.
He decided to give himself some time to wake fully before trying to figure more out and headed for the shower after engaging all of the locks on the door to the hotel hallway. Not that it would matter if he was in some training scenario, since the computer would simply provide some other way for any programmed assailants to enter his rooms. But it was a logical step as he tried to remember what happened. In the shower, he replayed the previous night in the suite – Andrea bound in a suspended spread-eagle as he teased and tormented her (he remembered grinning at the amazing ability of the suite – that position normally would become horribly painful in a short while, but not when pressor fields suspended the subject). Her gagged moans and groans finally become climaxes when he allowed her release, her eyes vacillating between glares that showed a desire for revenge and plaintive looks that just indicated desire. In the end, he’d let her down and they’d made love on the bed without the benefit of any bindings in the tender and romantic way that only new lovers can seem to capture.
As he applied the soap he wondered what had happened? How in the hell had the suite…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Patience and Virtue</title><link>/stories/2008/11/03/patience-and-virtue/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/11/03/patience-and-virtue/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The crowd gathered in the private dining room was noisy. Wine bottles and beer cans were abundant, but no one was drunk. Everyone was exuberant, celebrating success after months of effort.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Scott Evans, CEO of Astounding Virtual Reality Corporation, stood up and with some effort got everyone to quiet down. &amp;ldquo;Well, we finally did it. We&amp;rsquo;ve got a working prototype of a virtual reality machine that makes everything else obsolete. No more goggles, no more gloves, just a direct connection to the brain. All of you here have done great work, and on behalf of the company I thank you. Since all of us are stockholders, perhaps we should thank each other.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>---iSystems---</title><link>/stories/2008/02/10/---isystems---/</link><pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/02/10/---isystems---/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a momentous event for the technological community. In 2015 a group of M.I.T. graduates had by accident, discovered a way of translating neural transmissions into a digital form thus creating the worlds first truly immerse Virtual Reality. The Internet had been all but replaced in a few months by Vnet; A world beneath reality. A burgeoning place where anything could happen within the laws of the programming, which, as of this era, was extremely advanced. After jacking into Vnet, a person could go to the mall anywhere on earth and order goods, or participate in any of the myriad of games going on. Violent crimes in nearly every city on the planet ceased to happen as anyone anywhere could satiate their desire for violence, for excitement, for sex, for anything their minds could ever imagine in fully immersive true colour RCom graphics.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Zippers</title><link>/stories/2007/11/20/zippers/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/20/zippers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Priscilla wondered how she would look to beings from other worlds. She
had pondered this question many times, for as long as she could
remember. She ran her long rubber fingers over her perfectly round
breasts, tweaking the rubber nipples as her fingers passed near them. As
her fantasy dream sequence appeared on her secondary visual optics, she
felt her love zones moisten and begin to pulsate. Just thinking about
what it would be like, and what others would think, made the dream
sequence come on, and activate the rest of the things that happened to
her body when the dreams appeared.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Woman-Machine Interface</title><link>/stories/2007/11/02/woman-machine-interface/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/02/woman-machine-interface/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was so close.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was so very close to creating the ultimate A.I. program system for my latest computer interface.  It currently had the storage capacity of 30,000 Terabytes of Data, and at least ran at a speed of 2,000 Gigabytes per millisecond.  That was the clock speed anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The problem was navigating the logic input and output specifications.  The hardware and software were hardly meshing together properly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The logic O.S. was supposed to adapt to the interface and adjust itself based on any additional parameters it came across.  I’d specifically built a synthetic module generator to create any parts it could possibly need based on any given situation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual meets Real Life</title><link>/stories/2007/09/26/virtual-meets-real-life/</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/09/26/virtual-meets-real-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh, what complex webs we weave.  It’s not enough for Real Life (RL) to be challenging and often satisfying, we’ve now created another world where our inhibitions can go unchecked and where, because of the technological advances of the past few years, our fantasies have taken on a life of their own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Virtual Life (VL) was created as a natural evolution of the multiplicity of “chat” services available on the web, which itself was an evolution of the bulleting boards and ICQ’s of the time.  Whether simply to bring people closer to one another or as a networking medium for like-minded individuals, the web’s instant communications capability has in fact brought people much closer together.  People of all ages (the young being particularly adept at this sort of thing) quickly adapt to innovation and in so doing stimulate or encourage further development that make the experience even more satisfying.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Bondage 2 Egyptian Queen</title><link>/stories/2007/04/01/virtual-bondage-2-egyptian-queen/</link><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/04/01/virtual-bondage-2-egyptian-queen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Suggested prerequisite: &lt;a href="virtual_bondage.html"&gt;Virtual Bondage Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter two: “Egyptian Queen”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cindy did not feel like herself. Something was wrong but she did not know what it was. It was dark first of all, and completely silent. What is going on? Secondly she noticed the temperature. She could feel her body and the air felt arid and dry. The air temperature had to be close to 100 degrees. She could only think of maybe two times in her 25 years that it had even gotten close to 100 in rural Ohio. And, when it did it was not dry and arid. Usually wet and thunderstorms.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Woman-Machine Interface</title><link>/stories/2007/03/20/woman-machine-interface/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/20/woman-machine-interface/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I was so close.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was so very close to creating the ultimate A.I. program system for my latest computer interface. It currently had the storage capacity of 30,000 Terabytes of Data, and at least ran at a speed of 2,000 Gigabytes per millisecond. That was the clock speed anyway. The problem was navigating the logic input and output specifications. The hardware and software were hardly meshing together properly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The logic O.S. was supposed to adapt to the interface and adjust itself based on any additional parameters it came across. I’d specifically built a synthetic module generator to create any parts it could possibly need based on any given situation. Its reaction time just couldn’t handle anything thrown at it and it simply crashed in all the simulations I ran.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 2</title><link>/stories/2007/03/10/at-the-academy-2/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/10/at-the-academy-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="at_the_academy2.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Virtually Occupied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roger hit the button on his desk and opened the door when it chimed without bothering to turn towards it. He was expecting Ken, who’d left to grab them both some coffee and a morning snack, largely since Roger was faster at writing code than he was. While both were competent programmers, the language for the VR suites was a bit odd, and Roger understood it far better than Ken.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Hiker</title><link>/stories/2007/01/23/the-hiker/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/23/the-hiker/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse.  It was only three weeks since I had cleared my ‘workshop’ of the last project.  My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride.  Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5’2”, body screaming for attention.  I ran the picture through my mental computer.  Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse.  Over her left shoulder a half empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like girl in her late teens or early twenties.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Simucrom 2</title><link>/stories/2005/09/20/simucrom-2/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/09/20/simucrom-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="simucrom.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simucrom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Linda barged into her small apartment, the shopping bag rustling in
her hands, breath quick in her throat. Home! Finally!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stepping to the center of her living room, she tossed off her clothing
as quickly as she could before settling cross-legged onto the carpet. From
the bag she pulled her purchase, a new Simucrom chip. The fingers that
held it trembled.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She looked to the low shelf where the little black-plastic simucrom
unit sat. Next to it was the &amp;ldquo;Janna&amp;rdquo; chip. Over the last two weeks, every
moment not stolen by sleep or work had been devoted to Janna. Little Janna,
with her dark little smile and smutty little torments. Linda had basked
in the simulated sexual adventure. Sometimes, she gave herself away to
Janna&amp;rsquo;s control. Other times, she ran the sim in sandbox mode, mercilessly
tormenting the little Indian.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Natalie</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Natalie announced her arrival to Meyer in time for him to unlock the
door before she had to wait. He’s always so polite, she thought and considerate
too. Natalie thought it strange that Meyer did not get up when she entered
the tiny room as he usually did. The tall dark man- well they all were,
here, weren’t they? - remained seated, connected to the Sanctuary’s hard-wire
systems. He must be pre-occupied with something, she supposed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Natalie 2</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/natalie-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="natalie.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;hellip;Meyer said nothing, trying to gather his thoughts and collect his fleeting feelings, too stunned that such a lovely and intelligent lady would be interested in him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Natalie tried to transmit her feelings, she wanted to let him know how she felt, but did not know how, without possibly scaring him off. She sensed his timidity and could understand how he felt. She felt herself out on a very thin branch and was scared to go further.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Platonic Relationship</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/a-platonic-relationship/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/a-platonic-relationship/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcella’s relationship with PLATO deepens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcella Henry has discovered that the sentient computer she watches over at night can do more than just calculations. She has also discovered that it sexually satisfies her in a way she didn’t think was possible. Is it time to take that relationship to the next level?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the &lt;a href="platonicrelationship.html"&gt;previous chapter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander.  At his request he will remain anonymous and all names used throughout are changed to protect the innocent (and/or guilty).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On my first exploratory voyage, my programming staff was augmented by a fresh graduate from Starfleet Academy, Ensign Diana Brightlove.  Diana was a beautiful human female; she was everything a human male could want, at least any heterosexual male like myself.  Her snug fitting Starfleet uniform showed off D cup breasts, a beautiful round ass and long legs for such a petite girl.  On her first day aboard I received merciless kidding at lunch about hiring &amp;ldquo;the only pinup model in Starfleet&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 10</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-10/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-10/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies9.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Janet I wanted to search the web for Shibari. Without a planet based web I didn&amp;rsquo;t know if the ship&amp;rsquo;s computer would cover it. I did find it but it was essentially little more than definition. However I was pleasantly surprised that the next episode of Janet&amp;rsquo;s life made me privy to her web searches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 11</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-11/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-11/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies10.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;For being seven minutes late you get fourteen whacks but we&amp;rsquo;ll round it up to twenty. Is that OK with you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes mistress.&amp;rdquo; I laid on my stomach across Annie&amp;rsquo;s knees but I was pushed so my whole upper torso hung down so I had to support myself with my hands on the floor. I remembered to count each slap. At the count of ten, my legs were pushed apart as Annie fingered my pussy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been a very unsatisfying night for myself. Jerry had me set up for an all-nighter at a hotel that I would never have stayed at on my own. I had presented myself at the room I&amp;rsquo;d been given. When I knocked at the door, all I heard was, &amp;ldquo;Come in.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 13</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-13/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-13/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies12.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stan drove me to my apartment and I thanked him for a wonderful time. In my apartment I called Jerry and let him know he was to meet with Mr. Santoro that afternoon. I sat on my couch, closed my eyes and relived the pleasure of the last day or so, screwing with Stan, with my only regret being that it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t continue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 14</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-14/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-14/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reviewing previous narratives I note that I may have engendered some confusion. At times I have referred to the main subject, Janet, in the third person while I often times use the first person describing her activities as my own. Using the VR helmet results in such a full immersion in the recorded experiences that the user feels every bit of information passing through the mind of the recorded subject. All the perceived sensory information is recorded and faithfully presented to the VR user such that it becomes one’s own memory. In as much as some of the experiences would lose some of their flair if they were all forced to be related as another’s memory, I will not endeavor to correct the narrations and will continue to relate them as convenient. My apologies to those readers who feel it should be otherwise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 15</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-15/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-15/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies14.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally Joe called. He had already called to talk twice this week but now it was to give me the time the plane would be at the airport. I was ready. I had been on a shopping frenzy to update my wardrobe for two weeks at a resort with Joe. The plane would be in in two hours. I had packed my bags the night before. I couldn’t stand to wait in my apartment any longer. I called for a ride and hustled my bags down to the street. My name was enough to allow me past security at the general aviation gate. An hour and a half early I waited forever where I was told the plane would come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 16</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-16/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-16/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies15.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janet’s freedom from her collar was a major life change. She was no longer forced to prostitute herself but found herself at a turning point in her life. Additionally she had to recognize her feelings toward Joe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 17</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-17/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-17/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies16.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally the day had come. Rather than drive to Joe’s area I had taken a plane. I used a rental to get from the airport to Joe’s home. I was much earlier than he expected but he had given me the alarm codes for his home. I keyed in the code and had no trouble gaining entry. Barely inside the door, I heard my name called. I turned back to the door but it was closed and there was no one there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 18</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-18/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-18/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies17.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke as soon as I felt Joe stirring beside me. I was still in a hogtie as I had been for the whole night. I could feel my legs being released but then I was shifted to lie on my stomach. I was sure of what was coming when my legs were pushed apart. I actually liked being bound helpless and forced to take a cock in my ass. The feel of his erection going in and out of me was pleasant and I thought I wouldn’t mind having that every morning. I was happy to please him even though I didn’t reach an orgasm. I was still too close to being asleep and I had some aches for having slept the night hogtied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 19</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-19/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-19/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies18.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janet and Joe lived together while both worked at the same company. Janet had to train for her security position. Firearms training was relatively easy. However martial arts was another matter. Despite numerous bruises she actually enjoyed it. For her own personal experience she went into flight training to be able to fly a glider on her own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. At his request he will remain anonymous and all names used throughout are changed to protect the innocent (and/or guilty).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me several days to get my head together after my session with Ensign Brightlove&amp;rsquo;s holodeck fantasy Diana1001. The holodeck fantasy had imposed not only a different body on me but emotions as well. My true self had been pushed back in my consciousness and almost all my thoughts and feelings were those of a girl in distress. I had been through many holodeck scenarios in the past but had never experienced such a complete immersion. I well remembered the degradation I had gone through but also remembered the pleasure I had experienced. It was with some trepidation that I decided to try another of Ensign Brightlove&amp;rsquo;s programs. I thought I would try a different numeric sequence. I had double checked several short programs to assure that the &amp;ldquo;Computer end program&amp;rdquo; would work properly. I donned a VR cap and commanded, &amp;ldquo;Computer start Diana2301.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. At his request he will remain anonymous and all names used throughout are changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the episode Diana2301 where Janet was forced into prostitution, I wondered if Diana2302 might be a sequel. At my next session in the holodeck, I donned a VR cap and commanded,&amp;ldquo;Computer start Diana2302.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;ndash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the Tuesday evening following my weekend advent as a prostitute. The communicator showed &amp;ldquo;Jerry&amp;rdquo;. I considered not responding, but I was afraid he could get to me through my collar. I responded, &amp;ldquo;What do you want?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I had surmised, the programs in the Diana2300 series continued the tale of Janet&amp;rsquo;s profession of prostitution. I eventually surveyed the whole series. Through the VR helmet I was not only in touch with what Janet felt physically but I was fully aware of what she thought along with her feelings and emotions. I was surprised at how she thought about her slavery and forced prostitution by Jerry and his collar. She definitely detested Jerry but she was not obsessed about it. I was sure that if I was forced into the same circumstances I would be obsessed with revenge and I would have little thought for anything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 5</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I well recall the night of the &amp;ldquo;party&amp;rdquo; with Lanie as I experienced it through the VR recording.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;ndash;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took a hovercab to the location Lanie had directed. Though I was early, Lanie was already there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 6</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though Janet thoroughly enjoyed sex, not all of her encounters were without mishaps. As a prostitute she often encountered condescension and sometimes contempt. She was regularly treated as a simple sex object required to serve and satisfy her patrons as in this narration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 7</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-7/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-7/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies6.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of Janet&amp;rsquo;s encounters were strange, without being trials or tribulations. After she lost her job, she tried to get a better percentage from Jerry. He did give her a slightly better cut, but he figured she could do more on her back to gain more for both of them. So it was that she was set up for a Saturday morning assignation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 8</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-8/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Working as a prostituteJanet has had many mundaneencounters such as the night she was hired as a hostess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerry picked me up one Wednesday evening telling me I was going to be a hostess. That was the only explanation he gave me. He warned me not to bring either my aphrodisiacs nor tranquilizers. I could not have any kind of drugs in my purse. He drove us to a nightclub on the outskirts of the city. He seemed nervous about something. I don&amp;rsquo;t know why he was rattled when I was the one that expected to have to provide lap dances and put up with being groped by a club full of drunks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 9</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-9/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-9/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies8.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time went by Janet felt she had experienced everything possible in her life as a prostitute. But there was always more to surprise her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;&amp;mdash;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sent to an area of the city that had once been a mill area but the old buildings had been renovated and the area had become an artist enclave. At the top floor of the building I had been directed to I knocked at a door marked 3. A young man let me into a large loft and introduced himself as Anthony. He asked if I had been instructed to wear black underwear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/be-careful-what-you-wish-for/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a stormy night, although this was no surprise to Crystal as
it was already scheduled months ago by the weather system. She looked out
the window and sighed, �Well, I suppose I should finish my VR program�
she thought to herself. VR (or Virtual Reality) is pretty commonplace in
the year 2107. It is such a commodity that there are several shops in most
cities that offer customized vacations, romantic getaways, and even fantasy
sexual encounters. One of the nicer features of the more modern VR computers
is the ability to fool the mind that days have gone by, when it has only
been a few minutes.
�There we go, all done. I can�t wait to try it out!�&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beta Test Part 1</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/beta-test-part-1/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/beta-test-part-1/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Part One&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The large box certainly looked out of place.  Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages, and sure, it had a clear address label on its top, but it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before.  The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.  But it did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up.  The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected.  She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Bound for the Future</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-the-future/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/bound-for-the-future/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Think of it as a kind of theme park of
the mind,&amp;rdquo; Dr. Grace explained reassuringly.  &amp;ldquo;We simulate your fantasies
as realistically as possible, however extreme they may be.  You experience
them as if they were really occurring at the time.  And afterwards,
it&amp;rsquo;s all over and nothing&amp;rsquo;s changed. You get up and walk out the same person
you came in.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Barbara certainly wanted to believe her.  After
all, she&amp;rsquo;d booked the appointment months in advance, taking time out from
her own demanding schedule as a top corporate executive of the very mega-conglomerate
that owned The Institute, just to come down and see for herself what all
the buzz was about.  She hoped she hadn&amp;rsquo;t made the trip for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Jesse in Jeopardy Part 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/jesse-in-jeopardy-part-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/jesse-in-jeopardy-part-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="jessinjeopardy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesse in Jeopardy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The questions about her situation four people could answer. These being the owners of the ‘Western Approaches Society’ a secret organisation that few people apart from their many customers for custom built bondage furniture knew about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So imagine Barry McIvor’s surprise when their company secretary, Moira, had told her boss a week ago that she’d discovered an amazing girl right here on the island, showing them Jesse’s diary. “To think that pretty lassie assumed that I could earn enough running the B&amp;amp;B rather than what we do here, nor the boat to keep you and the boys solvent. It was bloody hard not to show I knew exactly what she was doing. Just managed to bluff it. Honestly, kids these days are so gullible. But Barry, she alone found the cage, tested it… and to be honest I think she’s got the sort of attitude we could do something with. She’s got one heck of an imagination too. No way are your standard cages anything like the old one Graham had in the Smithy. If I’d known it, and all the other stuff was there then we could have got the Society some serious cash. The average ‘dom’ would love something like this. Billy pet, how’s she doing in there?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Simucrom</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/simucrom/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/simucrom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Linda shivered before dusk but not from any chill. Her &amp;ldquo;real&amp;rdquo; body was
back in her apartment, hooked up to her computer which fed her mind virtual
images. In this make-believe land, she stood atop a grassy ridge, naked
as the day she&amp;rsquo;d been born, looking down at the sluggish brown river threading
through the darkening jungle. A newbie at simucroms, she found the realism
amazing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A rustle behind her brought her heart to her mouth, and she whirled
to find a small Indian woman standing where none had been a moment ago.
She was clothed in a sari which flowed from her compact breasts to her
small bare feet like silken vapor. From her forehead, a ruby glimmered
in the rising moonlight.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Ship's Queen 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-ships-queen-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-ships-queen-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="shipsqueen.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ship&amp;rsquo;s Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was dismissed by the captain once he was through with me, and on the way back to sick bay I marveled at the situation I found myself in. I was initially excited to try out my new body, but I felt messy and used, a through shower would take care of the former, and the latter being exactly what I had asked for, so I really had no quarter to complain. Still the experience was less than satisfying physically, and I thought that if this was all that women got out of sex, why would they even bother.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Spandex Rehabilitation Machine</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-spandex-rehabilitation-machine/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The machine started out as a medical device and was still in the developmental stage, but had so far exceeded the expectations of the two doctors in charge of the project. Dr. Samson was in charge of the human aspect part of the of the project, and her focus was neurology. She was one of the only women in her graduating class, and by far the most attractive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her part of the project was a sensor group that could be made to interface with a large main frame computer and give the wearer the ability to move, and feel a previously inactive appendage. Not all would be able to use this breakthrough, but for the the ones that could it would hold great promise. The problem was in set up of the sensors and muscle stimulator&amp;rsquo;s on able bodied test subjects, usually college students. Their placement had to be perfect and was not ever in the same precise spot one subject to another. The sensors on the head and neck were easier to place, but for this expensive research project to bear fruit, in other words become a deployable product, it had to be easy enough to use for the average patient.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Virtual Bondage</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/virtual-bondage/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/virtual-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter one: “The
Web”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How on Earth had this happened? Cindy wondered. 
To be stuck literally like a bug in this huge spiders web! She struggled
against the sticky web to no avail. The more she struggled, the more filaments
from the web entangled her arms and legs. She couldn’t move, she was just
not getting anywhere! The web strands were actually soft on her skin, but
they were as strong as steel. They were coated with a sticky glue substance
that once touched by anything would not let go. No amount of struggle or
pulling would find release.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>