Mummification

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted. After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills. ...

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’. I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work. ...

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.* Part 1 In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for several years, after a couple of meagre attempts when I was younger. This is purely a fantasy scenario, so please excuse anything which may seem unrealistic. Any feedback is always welcome. It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound - a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager, but has kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart. ...

Author's Note: This is a fan-fiction remake of the cult-classic horror film Tourist Trap with the major difference from the movie being that all the characters are female with the exception of the villain. This story is meant to be generally consistent with the film, although there are definitely some more adult themed events in it. It also employs supernatural elements and takes place in 1979. As mentioned in previous stories that I submitted earlier, this is not for everyone. Consider yourself warned in advance. ...

Author's Note: This is my very first story, so forgive me if there are flaws in my writing, Thank you, and enjoy. Chapter 1 The girls pleaded with me, however they were trying to accomplish that. I really wasn’t paying attention. I wondered in the back of my mind how many I have treated like this. I had lost count. The girls I captured and trained became nothing more than faces that needed to be disciplined before the next auction. Hell, I hadn’t even remembered how I had started this business. ...

Chapter 1 The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions. The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys. Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights. ...

Part I Flying is just not fun. The security lines, the delays due to weather/crew/the airlines just hating you and wanting to screw up your day even more. It’s just not fun. And sadly, I do way too damned much of it. I own my own company (web-based merchant), and it seems like I’m always on the road for a meeting, to check out a new supplier, to try to find a bank that understands that I’m not going to put myself out of business meeting their credit terms. So over the past 5 years, I’ve racked up better than 100K miles in the air each and every year. ...

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism. Chapter 1 I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me. For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen. ...

Author’s Note: This story is best read in the dark. October 18th Well Journal, I think I just may have had my final, real lucky break today. What’s that you ask? I’ve won something!? Yes, strange but true. The event? I’m part of a group that’s getting one week free at what is apparently the world’s best resort for kinksters the world over. That’s right, Underview resort! I know, interesting name. What’s really interesting though is that I’ve never heard of this place before. Neither has anyone else who have won the contest with me. Better list them out: Rhys, TJ, Steve, Reinette, Tiedash, Janey, and Slesia. I’m going to be staying with some of my friends from an online form at a resort where we can all indulge in our little fantasies and be free from prying eyes! This is all so cool! I think I’d better get some sleep. More to come. ...