Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG. No updates are planned at this time. My name is John Doe. I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club. ...
Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible. Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG. My name is John Doe. I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club. ...
Author's Note: Here is the continuation from my last story. I have included the first part again as well. Part 1 & 2 Before I begin here’s a little about me. I am an 18 year old teenage boy recently venturing into the world of kink. I am 6'4, 185 pounds, and athletically built. Recently I met a Mistress online who said she could introduce to this Kink world via submission to her. I told her I am an anal virgin, but have wanted to possibly try strap-on submission with some light bondage, as well as trying out some toys and equipment. I sent her a list of my desires, and limits, however it was very short with my little experience. The list was as follows: ...
Author's Note: This is the first story I have submitted. I have been a rather harsh critic in the comments a few times, so it only seemed fair that I expose myself a little as well. As for the story itself, it’s a bit pedestrian - no human trafficking, no secret society, no sci-fi equipment - just a boy in his own head having an experience of sexual discovery. Since I was already indulging in fantasies, I gave him an implausibly cute little ending as well. Please enjoy! ...
Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play. Chapter 1 My weekend as a sex slave. The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff. It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage. ...
Part I As so often upon returning home, I paused at the sign at our door: Barbara & Donald McClennard. Even after the 5 years we’ve been married, I still often can’t believe she is “mine” and has taken my name, yet the proof right there, in front of my eyes. She had music on and hadn’t heard me coming in, so I managed to surprise her in the bedroom (where she had been changing into something casual) and grabbed her around her waist. Quick as she often was, though, she spun around and had me on the bed before I realised the initiative had moved hands. ...
I don’t know how long I had been driving. It had to be at least 4 or 5 hours. I had taken two weeks off from work and decided to take a road trip. I didn’t know where I was going. I would just drive until I found somewhere interesting to stop at. I knew I was somewhere on Route 3 in the Adirondack State Park. I loved being out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting late. Eight o’clock at night in November and it was getting really cold outside. I figure it was time to start looking for a hotel. ...
Author's Note: This is my first public story. Depending on the feedback I have some ideas for a continuation. The Beginning I was a successful business man who had worked hard all my career to reach my ambition of retiring by the age of 50. Although not a multi-millionaire by any stretch, my small business was running well without my involvement providing me enough income to live the moderate lifestyle I desired. And I certainly wasn’t a sloth who wanted to spend all my time on the lounge. I enjoyed keeping fit, tending the garden and going to the beach. ...
Nicole had been gardening all morning and was finishing lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Boswell, her nearest neighbor, whose voice she recognized from tea parties that her mother gave. Those teas were such a bore. And Mrs. Boswell could drone on so. “Nicole, dear, is your mom free?” “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mummy is in France for a month.” Nicole was almost eighteen, in her last year of Public School. She had use of one of the cars, a checking account and was a responsible girl, so her parents left her home, rather than drag her to France. It was a second honeymoon for them. ...
She didn’t know who he was and she didn’t care. He was her victim for the evening and she was going to make sure that he knew it. She sighed. Where had she gone wrong with this one? She had made him want her using all the tricks that men usually fell for; and he had seemed interested. But when she had offered sex, he had turned her down. She couldn’t see why. He was single and straight; she was hot like fire. Well, now this was his punishment for it. ...