Stories

Karen was a pretty girl of 24 slender build with large breasts and a firm round ass. Her hair was shiny golden natural blonde. She lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Working for a museum as a secretary she barely made enough to survive. One day while cataloging some newly arrived artifacts from India she discovered a very interesting bottle. She began cleaning the bottle with a rag when smoke started spraying from the top. Concerned she set the bottle on the table and stepped back. ...

Author's Note: I’ve decided to post the first three chapters of the Kennel Master as I’m pretty happy with them and I want to test to water a little. Like other stories I’m working on, it’s extreme and very dark in flavour; none of the main characters are very likeable and what goes on is uncompromising, brutal and very non-consensual. So, as usual, the standard words of warning are: do not read it if that isn’t something you don’t like to read about it. Also, if you do, please do not try anything written here at home as that would mean you’re in need of help and rapid, lengthy incarceration. Another note is that, despite the length of the story, there isn’t much of a plot - it’s just a description of a typical day in the life of the main protagonist. But it may eventually serve to set the scene for other stories set against the same background. We’ll have to see. Otherwise, I’d love to hear what you think, so please feel free to drop me a line at [email protected], write a review or whatever. If folks like this, I’ll post more - several chapters are already written.Thanks for reading this far at least! ...

Chapter 1 When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a few steps behind this door what could only be described as a jail cell. The cell was about 10 foot square, solid stonewalls on three sides and bars at the front, and the ceiling was an old heavy brick arch. ...

Author's Note: Summary: A group of friends discover a chest full of very adults toys and clothing. What lurks inside will unlock their inhibitions, allow them to explore their desires and ultimately change their relationship for ever. Notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote, I didn’t think it was that good and was reticent about publishing it. There is a partly written 2nd chapter which I may release depending on its reception. There are many ideas and concepts within this that appear in my later works. ...

Chapter I: A Conversation “Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language. ...

Part 1 “Just that please.” Ben mumbled as he nervously placed the steel chastity cage and padlock on the counter. He was on his way back from drinks with the football team and the elation of winning combined with the alcohol had given him the courage to finally indulge one of his fantasies. Careful not to make too much eye contact, he glanced briefly at the woman behind the counter, who smiled kindly as she wrapped the cage for him and took the cash. He was now really starting to feel embarrassed, but he had to continue with the plan. ...

“It’s awfully heavy isn’t it?” Sir Howard sighed. “Yes, the intention was to make the wearer continuously aware of its presence.” “It looks awfully old.” “Not really,” Sir Howard replied. “Only about 200 years.” He was thinking of the difference between the English and American concepts of age when Priscilla spoke again. “It’s very pretty.” “Yes those old craftsmen decorated all their objects. They abhorred a plain surface. Besides, this was intended to be worn by a woman. But the silver and gold decoration you see was done in an earlier style.” ...

I stir as the sun rises, shining through the slightly parted curtains of our bedroom. Feeling your tender bottom pressed against mine in the bed we share I smile knowing you didn’t get up through the night. I smile as I roll over and look at your body held firmly by the heavy rubber cat suit that you were shoehorned into the night before. Knowing you probably haven’t slept much I stroke your thigh with my hand as you lay there and I hear you moan. I run my hand between your thighs and feel a slight vibration, smiling to myself knowing you had no sleep at all. I look to your pretty face and see it hidden from my view by a heavy rubber hood with no eyes, remembering I pushed a large gag into your mouth before I locked the hood around your head so you wouldn’t disturb my rest. The collar around your neck locked over the collar of the hood so making it non removable. I run my hands up your shoulders feeling how tightly the strong leather arm binder has pulled them together at the back, and also feeling for the strap that pulled your bound feet in the highest heels imaginable up to your wrists securing you in place for the night. I feel you squirm slightly as what must be a very constrained orgasm rides through you as you can barely breathe. The corset you have on under the suit makes your breathing short and sweet and more than once through the night you have been on the verge of losing consciousness. Realising I am awake you try to moan through your gag and writhe through your bonds to be close to me and hold me but the strain finally takes your breath and your breath and reality leaves you. ...

Chapter One This one looked too good to be true. Short blonde hair, long shapely legs, a derriere barely covered by the tiniest of cut-off jean shorts, and breasts pouring out of a low cut halter top. And then there was the most perfect thing of all about this one. She sat cross-legged next to a broken-down BMW on the Ocean View Road ten miles out of the city and two miles away from anyplace USA. Lisa had seen some open invitations before, and had taken advantage of her share, but this one…! This one was just too good to be true. ...

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!! ...