Analplay

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it. _Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.* Chapter 1 I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear. ...

Author's Note: A young woman’s journey from being a wallflower. Prologue A bookstore. The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation… ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome Chapter 1 The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby. ...

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well. ...

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well. s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle. ...

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online) Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”. Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured. ...

Author's Note: Savanna finds an advert for a unique chair on the internet. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she aims to acquire the chair. Little does she realise that she is leading herself to become its unwilling occupant and slave to its owner. Part 1 Savanna loves surfing the net looking for rare items. She has made a tidy profit from buying and selling these items on eBay. On a new website that she has never seen before she came across a torture chair that looked simply ingenious and it caught her interest immediately. The item was advertised as a unique one only item but had to be collected and it was going for just $10. The seller indicated that he had inherited the piece and just wanted to get rid of it. ...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think. ...

Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up…come and see the Circus…the greatest show on earth… Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town…the daring young man on the flying trapeze…the roar of the crowd…the ringmaster…the fearless lion tamer…the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint…this is the Greatest Show on Earth… Gasp at feats of the acrobats….be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower…this is Barnun…the traveling show…with a gypsy fortune teller…the exotic rubber woman…this is magic and mystery…Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill…performing ponies and dancing bears…excitement, thrills and spills…the experience of a lifetime…watch the parade of dwarves…visit the freak show…gawp at the bearded lady…the tattooed lady…laugh at the tears of the clown… ...

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so) Chapter 1: Rebecca Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements. ...