Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here. ...
Author's Note: Virtual reality has become one of the fastest growing fields in the computer science industry. The technology is so advanced that the latest models are capable of simulating nearly anything, enough to make the game world all but indistinguishable from reality. The Sherbrook Institute uses the latest in cutting-edge VR to offer almost any erotic experience imaginable. Anything, no matter how hedonistic, sadistic, or immoral. Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter Bonding ...
Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome. Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee. “Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way. ...
Author's Note: Hard bdsm In the year 2026, after the economic collapse,the second civil war, limited nuclear wars and a myriad of natural disasters and nuclear power accidents, North America once again had a semblance of organization. A number of independent kingdoms had arisen alongside brutal territories ruled by ruthless warlords of both sexes. New Pittsburgh was a well defended kingdom where a large measure of culture and civilization was still preserved. Although the successor to its ailing king and the continuation of his enlightened rule was very much in doubt. Prince Eugene and his brother William were incorrigible louts who had spent most of the latter part of their 19/18 year old lives disgracing their father and the crown. Queen Charlotte had died suddenly and King Jon had a new Queen. He had recently married Arabella. She was a beautiful and cultured newcomer to the Kingdom. Her equally beautiful 18 yr old daughter Samantha was humiliated and harassed by the kings sons till Arabella elected to send her away. Her anger against the cruel,spoiled boys was barely held in check by the good natured king. ...
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story. Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing. ...
Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed! Part 1 “So tell me why you want to suck my cock.” I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it. Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave. ...
Author's Note: What if in the after-life you pay for your sins by living the life of a cosmic slave caste? This is an esoteric experiment, silly, and nothing to take too seriously. Chapter 1 When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me. ...
Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...
Author's Note: Another one from me. Hope you enjoy it. That’s all I wish for. Part 1 Sunday Morning. I love Sunday mornings. This one is a lovely sunny still day. It’s the sounds of it. The warmth of it too! The sun is beaming in through the upper bedroom windows warming the house. I know its doing the same through our patio windows as I can feel the warm air rising up the staircase. ...
Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back! I. Countdown Well, this is going to be interesting. It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be. ...