Mummification

Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as all Saint’s day. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain. It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know. ...

Introduction It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse. ...

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy. “Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.” Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber. ...

Author's Note: My first story. I have had the idea in my head for a while but made up the story on the spot as I wrote it. This is, I think, not the default ’tie-someone-up-and-fuck-his/her-brains-out’ kinda thing. I think there is a lot more to it. I tried to put some actual build-up and feelings into it and also some rookie mistakes. It’s for you to decide and comment on if it worked. ...

Author's Note: A friend once did something similar to me, it was so frustrating having the key, but not having it. It really works! Part I Although Kate had been writing to Jade off and on for years, they had never met. Now in her twenties and traveling around the world, Kate decided it was time to finally meet her long time pen pal. Since getting off the plane in Hong Kong, the heat and humidity had been over powering. Kate took the subway and then by foot following Jade’s detailed instructions. She finally arrived at a block of flats that soared above her, with a mish mash of washing and air conditioners making the tower look older than it probably was. ...

Jenny was having the time of her life on her Egyptian vacation. She had spent much of her day enjoying the mummy wing of a local museum, and when she left for dinner, she noticed they seemed to be building an expansion onto the museum. She stopped and asked what was going to be in the new wing. The worker, who didn’t seem to speak English, led her to a tent near the site. Inside an Egyptian man with glasses was examining some plans for the building. ...

This is a story about a song we all know and have most likely sung in a drunken stupor at some karaoke bar. Hotel California, you can check out but you can never leave, to be exact. Set just outside of Vegas, this small 3 story hotel was a beautiful site. Although it was not as grand as the Luxor or the palace, it had its own appeal of being a nice quiet place to relax to or so our poor Eddie thought. ...

Part 1 - In Deep She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash. Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of. ...

I love watching you sleep. Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me. That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet. ...

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments) He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened. ...