Julia fell to her knees as the guard roughly threw her into the cold conrete room. She heard the steel door slam shut and lock behind her. The rags that were her Prom dress barely covered her body now, and Julia still tried in vain to keep her breasts covered. The effects of the drug were wearing off and she could almost see clearly again. Julia blinked several times and she could make out cell bars and another girl in the cell next to her. ...
Chapter 1 Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex. ...
Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly. Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14. ...
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. ...
Author's Note: jill finds what she desires. _Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me. Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.* Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part Part 1 ...
Joseph Fisher was an up and coming attorney in a prominent downtown law firm. His sharp mind and close attention to detail were assets that the partners admired. One day he would undoubtedly manage his own private practice, which was indeed his goal. The late twenties single man also made the rounds in town, frequenting the most popular night spots. His smooth style and good looks made him very inviting to the opposite gender. ...
Author's Note: I think this story would actually be possible with current technology, but I have never made such a set up. In real life, it’s hard to set the difficulty of a game. Too easy and the fun is over too quickly, but too hard and it stops being fun and turns into a painful slog. Fortunately, in the fantasy world of stories we can make it just right. ...
Author's Note: Parts of this story are quite violent with descriptions of torture. May be sensitive to some. You read at our own risk. This is my fantasy and shall remain a fantasy. I relaxed in my garden drinking cocktails with my friend. I’d known her for a week. She was in her 40s but didn’t at all look it. Her name was Olivia and we talked about general topics. Then one day she asked me: “how do you feel about bondage?” ...
Part I Julie, Diana and Wanda shared a house. Diana and Wanda had finished their graduate degrees. Julie was just about to finish her MA in literature. She was looking forward to having the summer off to rest and relax before starting her job at a large publishing company in the same town. Wanda and Diana were fitness nuts. They both worked as clothes designers having majored in home economics. Diana and Wanda were knock out beauties. They were hit on all the time by men wanting their attention. However their interests were not men, but each other and Julie. When it came to looks, Julie was no slouch she was beautiful. Just not quite in the class with Wanda and Diana. The three women also loved bondage, discipline and domination. Often they would play game of poker and the loser would be the bondage slave and victim of the other two for the evening and night. Julie had a fascination with being wrapped in bondage as a complete mummy. Wanda and Diana were not interested. The bondage paddling an a little nipple torture was good enough for them, either giving or receiving. Occasionally Suzanne would join them for their games. Suzanne had a master’s degree in Nursing and was lab supervisor at the hospital. When she joined the games the two losers became the slaves of the other two. ...
Chapter 1 - A Chance Meeting After some frustrating years of marriage, I was pleased to be free of any ties. Free to do as I pleased, I had time on my side. Having married young, I still kept myself fit and trim, which made sure I attracted the glances of many potential suitors. None of which were right for me, including my husband. But when you are young, you don’t realise these things at the time. Luckily for me I did now. Still in my Twenties, I was ripe for the picking, and now single, I was going to do many of the things I could not do before. ...