Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn. Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format). ...

Author's Note: What goes throught the mind of a young woman who, due to extreme economical problems, has sold herself into slavery and now awaits the beginning of her new life? Compounding the stress is the fact that her decision is not final until a prescribed waiting period has been completed. April signed the agreement; she put the pen on the desk and slowly stood up. She then watched as the woman seated on the other side of the desk turned the papers around and carefully flipped through the pages insuring that each of the required places for initials had been properly marked and that April’s signature was properly placed and dated. Seemingly satisfied she placed the paperwork into a file the tab of which showed April’s full name and the date of April 2, 2012, her date of birth, eighteen years ago today. The woman nodded to a woman standing near the door. The woman stepped forward holding something silver in color in front of her. ...

Author's Note: This came out quite a bit longer than I originally intended. Part 1 It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion. ...

Author's Note: For when the day’s fun is over with… He lifted her up from the fuck post. She had been bent over the waist high horizontal bar with her wrists and ankles locked to the ground for the better part of the day. Countless cocks had pounded her sore ass for hours. When she wasn’t being fucked she was being whipped. Angry red lines streaked her ass, her thighs, and her back. ...

Author's Note: As is often the case with my stories, this one explores themes of non-consensuality and is therefore dark in tone. Please don’t read it if that will offend you. If you do read it, thank you and I’d be grateful for any comments you may have. Part 1 He’d been a naughty girl. At least that’s the judgement Miss Victoria had made and in this awful place, only her assessment and those of Miss Francesca, her elder sister, and Mistress Anna, her mother, counted. It hadn’t even been deliberate; Miles had been here too long to dare to be disobedient or misbehave on purpose. He knew where that road led and had no desire to explore the route further than he already had before he’d come to learn better. If Miss Victoria said he’d been a naughty girl that is what he’d been. There was nothing he could do or say to influence the decision so consequently he’d been sent to bed early which was where he was now, looking forward to what he fully expected would be a thoroughly uncomfortable night. ...

Author's Note: A cautionary tale - always read the small print before you sign Lucy scrutinised the small ad in the local newspaper for a second time, not quite believing her own eyes. If what she’d just read was for real, then it was a dream come true. It just couldn’t be, could it? But there it was in black and white before her very eyes: “Wanted. Aspiring actress, aged 18-25, for lead role in a local independent film production. ...

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It’s my first time writing something like this and I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments. I plan to continue working on and developing this story as time permits. Hope you enjoy the story! Part 1 The lipstick was cool to the touch as Amber gently applied the bright red color to her lips. Taking the greatest of care to not smear it, she popped the cap back on the stick and sat it on the vanity counter. A big smile spread across her face as she stared, more than satisfied, at the reflection in front of her. Long blonde hair glowed in the evening sun as it curled and cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her gentle face and crystal blue eyes. Bright red lips added a shock of color and seduction to her face. A thin white silk robe wrapped itself around her slender frame, teasing the suppleness of her chest and the nudity beneath. ...

“I see you like the service today,” my host said smiling. I glanced over at the serving girl. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform though she was clearly in her early 20s. She wore high heels, knee-high stockings, a short red skirt and a tight red blazer over a blouse and tie. Her long black hair was in two pony tails. I was visiting the sheltered Villa up in the mountains, of my host, who was a very rich and elusive businessman, whom I was trying to convince to invest in our business. I had been warned that his tastes were esoteric, but I had willingly signed a confidentiality agreement before coming, thinking of the potential millions his money would bring my company but having little idea what would really await me. ...

Part 1 After working late one night, Brad and Emma, two colleagues, went to the nearby bar for a drink. Both were in their late twenties and had known each other for a couple of years. Emma was attractive, tall and had something of a reputation as a party girl. Brad was slim, attractive and very popular with the women in the office, a fact he knew and often used to his advantage. ...

Author's Note: Once again I have ventured into the world of human livestock. What goes through the mind of a human who finds that he has been reduced to the status of an animal? If you find yourself on that path, not by your choice, how do you cope? How do you adjust? Can you? Update (2013/09/26): I plan to post three chapters approximately every four weeks. In these chapters Jacob becomes better trained as a proper pony. ...