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The Boxes By J storycodes: Sbf; M/f; latex; bodybag; boxed; cons; XX As you come walking into the house you see a note and 4 boxes The note says: Dearest slave, You see before you the boxes of your plight tonight and what you will be wearing is in those 4 boxes. But first you must shave your body clean, and give yourself a series of enemas to make sure you are good and cleaned out, you will be in the contents of the boxes for the weekend. Now go and do as I say. There will be other notes in the boxes detailing what to do next. ...

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online) Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”. Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured. ...

Author's Note: This takes place in the same world as my first story, “The Foundation Slave”, but focusing on a different aspect of it. This story explores how The Foundation collects it’s slaves through teams of highly trained personnel known as “collectors”. A pair of collectors are on a job when their best laid plans get complicated. Chapter 1 Gregory sipped his coffee and waited, patiently, for Connie to finish reading the target file. After a few minutes she closed the file and looked up. “This is good work everything seems to be here.” ...

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life… 1. A Victorian Evening… ‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’ ...

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “it is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.” Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist. ...

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading! ...

Author's Note: This is the first story I’ve written - so be nice! Any comments would be greatly appreciated. When Jessica came to her head was foggy. As she took in her surroundings she tried to clear her mind to remember the events that had led to her being in the predicament she was now in. She had left work a little later than usual, around 5pm and began her usual walk to the train station. She had her headphones on full blast, like every day when she made her journey, she hated hearing the outside world and preferred to be lost in a world filled with music where every word had a meaning and told her a story. It stopped the boredom more than anything. ...

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery. Chapter 1 Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again. ...

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror. ...

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder. Chapter 1 kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners. ...