Author's Note: Inspired by a drawing by Augustine, and special thanks to Tyjord for helping me edit this story. “You wanted to see me Ms. Strong?” Arin asked meekly as he entered her office. “Please, sit Arin.” Erica Strong motioned him to take a seat at her desk as she finished replying to an email. Taking off her glasses and holding them in hand, she turned her attention towards him. “I’ve got a special task for you today young man.” ...
Zeek looked down at his erect penis and smiled; it was throbbing with expectation at its full length of a sixteenth of an inch. He was proud of his penis size even though it was merely an ornament for him. No one had ever been born whom he could marry and then take to bed, and Zeek was a religious zealot who believed that a person should not pleasure himself with the sinful activity of masturbation. If an activity was not motivated by yearnings to honor and glorify god, it was a sin. His mirth bubbled out of him with a shrill laugh that was beyond any human’s range of hearing. At over two thousand years of age he could still get a hard on. Not bad, he thought, for an inch tall messenger from god. ...
Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone. Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile. ...
Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy. | |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare* “Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor. ...
Author's Note: Another of those pesky fairy tales, re-imagined Once upon a time, there was a magic forest - probably the same one Red Riding Hood’s grandma lived in, but at the other end - and in the forest lived three Bears. One day, they decided to go for a walk to get a bit of fresh air. Daddy Bear, who was the team’s quarterback, whistled a happy tune as he strolled along with Mummy Bear, the head cheerleader for the Chicago-based NFL franchise. Baby Bear wasn’t actually a Bear at all - she was a Cub, working in the front office as a receptionist. She was getting rather more fresh air than the other two, because she was naked, apart from the collar and cuffs she wore that marked her as the Bears’ sex slave. ...
Chapter 1 - Interview with a Mistress Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall. Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well. ...
Part One “Sam, I have a favor to ask you.” We were drinking coffee in Barb’s kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision. “I want you to put me in a strait jacket,” she said calmly. “A strait jacket? Are you insane?” I responded. “No,” she answered, “We had to buy it online.” She often made strange statements like that. I’ve learned to ignore them. ...
Author's Note: With apologies to the late Aaron Spelling. This is a work of hard core fantasy. In the real world, this probably isn’t possible and would be just plain wrong. Enjoy it in that context please. This is my second story, using the great feedback from the first. Each chapter is intended to provide content of interest :) Chapter 1: All Aboard From the foot of the gangway, the ship didn’t look that big. It was maybe 500 feet long, stem to stern and of an older style. A modern cruise ship is all about balconies and wide open decks. From below, this one seemed to have nothing but small portholes and was all ship. This was my first concrete sign of what awaited. ...
Author's Note: yes the ring was based on the terminators. please provide any feedback and or criticism I tried to build a story so it does start slow at first. if there is enough demand and positive feedback I will continue work on this series. some things may change in the story as I don’t feel confident on why the classes are now mandatory characters John Smith: Freshman attending his first year at college. ...
Prologue I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband. I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship. ...