(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving). ...
Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel. Part 1 Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her. ...
Prologue We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship. ...
It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well. I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the bus stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. She wore one of those long quilted coats of some shiny material that almost reached her ankles and a woolen toque. The boots had platform soles and high heels but were quite sensible for the season. The coat had a hood and I wondered why she didn’t pull it up against the frigid wind. She carried one of those small shoulder knap sack like purses. ...
Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best. She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that. ...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle. ...
Author's Note: One of the first stories I wrote specifically to post on-line. His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through a heavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the walls. Opening the cabinet’s double doors, the women reached in and pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed and fell back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked young man and chuckled. ...
Part 1 It was starting out to be a bad day. My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable. ...
Author's Note: An alcoholic and pot-headed Earth-based plague-demoness gets in over her head with a Dominatrix-Anthropomorphic mouse who is surprisingly more equipped with bondage gear and a domineering attitude than the demoness expected. Guess who wins? Chapter 1 A loud buzzing had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, a nude and lightly-tanned, human-looking demoness lay strewn carelessly across a bed made of oily black latex. The sunlight shown brightly inside her room - Reflecting delightfully off of her shiny humanish latex-flesh, and her hoop piercings through each nipple and her clit. Even in the year of 2048, alarm clocks still sucked, and were still as annoying as ever. Sitting up, the demoness slammed her fist down on the alarm - Breaking it, but it hardly seemed to be her main worry as she rubbed her head, there was a distinct jingle coming from her horns! The headache from a long night of drinking hit her like a ton of bricks, and the jingling was thoroughly irritating, so she got up and staggered to her mirror with a couple of loud groans - Though something odd hit her in the back of each calf, and she felt herself shrink a bit. Peering down, she could see her hooves had been transformed into normal humanoid feet. “What…the fuck…” She groans once more. It had been done several times before to her, it’s always been temporary, and she knew of only one person capable of doing it. ...
Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive. This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass. ...