Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...
Author's Note: This story has been published in slightly shorter form at another site a few years back. I have written a few pages of part 2, but when and if that will be posted is anybody’s guess ;-) English is NOT my native language - so please don’t be too hash about spelling and such… Part 1 Friday 26 Trembling, and trying desperately to keep myself from crying, I waited, as ordered by my wife Ulrika. I was precariously balancing myself on top of the insane, nine inch stiletto-heeled, four-inch platform shoes. My feet where pointing straight downwards in a kind of ballet stance, but I dared not even think about sitting down, even if my “clothes” had permitted me to do so. I did not even dare to lean against a wall, despite the fact that my poor feet and legs where literally shaking and throbbing with pain. The kitchen was dark, only lit by a weak 15Watt bulb over the sink. Laughter and small talk from the adjoining dinner room drifted in trough the closed door. Suddenly the sharp light from the row of overhead tubes flickered into being, illuminating the large room with their blue-white glare. ...
Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated. Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on. ...
It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit. ...
Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality. Part 1 Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now. ...
Author's Note: sorta a rough draft , created from a erotic poem I wrote Here I am bound bent over a coffee table. I have been this way for hours. Ever since the dinner party turned into a night of entertainment. My Dominus bound me here for her friends to use as they see fit. My lingerie is torn, my ass is red from multiple spankings, I have been fucked so many times by strap-on and the real thing I have lost count. My jaw aches from all the cock and all pussy I have pleased. The whole time I have been locked in my chastity belt. Denied an orgasm or even the right to be turned on by current state. ...
Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true. It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her. ...
Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back, hope people enjoy it! I know it could be longer and more detailed, but i quite liked keeping it short. malcom stood outside the bar for a moment composing himself, his nerves were threatening to consume him and ruin what had been months in the making. One of his hands unconsciously fell to his side, tracing the strap of the suspender belt he had been commanded to wear that evening. His instructions from Mistress were clear, go into the bar a 7pm sharpe, find a free table, order a lemonade and wait. With a sigh he walked into the bar and followed Her commands, his cock straining in the plastic chastity cage that had gripped it for the past month, denying him release from the sexual frustration he bore. ...
Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go. ...
Author's Note: My first story, and so short as a story that it may be too brief for many readers. But I had to get it out of my system :-) Comments and hints and corrections and your individual perspectives are welcome. I apologize for any typos! Chapter 1 At night her dreams are dark and she remembers the life she had, but more she feels how the old memories get more blurry. It scares her a little and at the same time feels good because she hopes that one day they might be just gone, and that would be less painful. ...