F-Self

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome. Chapter 1 Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished. ...

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane. ...

Movement in the mirror grabbed her attention as she brushed her long blonde mane. She thought she had seen some just moments earlier, but, wasn’t sure if it had been that last glass of eggnog or not. She spun the brush handle in her hand. Holding it like a tennis racket, she twisted and turned her voluptuous body and swung her arm in a backhand motion. Connecting with a green and white cone shaped hat, she watched it fly across the room, landing by the door. ...

Foreword Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy. - Rubberwolf Chapter 1 At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief. ...

Author's Note: Comments are appreciated. They’re fun to read, whether good or bad. :) Chapter 1 Here I am padlocked inside of a cage that I barely fit into, wrists cuffed behind my back with tight black leather cuffs, my ankles similarly cuffed, and a ring-gag fitted tightly in my mouth. To make it worse the cage is in the corner of a basement that has been converted into a dungeon, which belongs to a professional dominatrix that I’ve never even met before. I’ve been in here for almost two hours now and being on my knees with my body bent over so that my face is just centimetres from the ground has gotten extremely uncomfortable. The black latex catsuit that I’m wearing doesn’t do anything to relieve the discomfort either. It just makes me hot and sweaty, especially with the weather lately. I have no hope or raising the top half of my body or moving around, so I just stay in this position. A leather curtain has also been draped over the cage creating total darkness and adding further to the heat. Here’s how I got here. ...

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com “Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack. “And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride. ...