Toys

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master “Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.” With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body. ...

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her step-father had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways to distract him from complaining. ...

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving. ...

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here. ...

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena. Come on you bitch ! Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time. Just a few more steps. Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse. ...

Author's Note: : This was my attempt at weaving a little fiction, into images many of us have seen on the “net”. Hope you enjoy it. TMG “Well…sir,” Saundra Bergdoll spat, annoyed that she was having such a difficult time ending this phone call, “we make it clear to all investors that there are risks when dealing in the stock market. Perhaps if you hadn’t invested every penny, then you’d still have something left for retirement.” ...

Author's Note: I would love to find a female slave to inslave with my husband in chastity. Maybe one day I will find her some where in VA where we live. In the meantime here is a little bit of work that I have written and posted on a few selected library sites. Please let me know what you think of them and send me suggestions and comments. Chapter 1 ...

The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it. ...

Author's Note: Just a very short story. If people like I’ll think about submitting part 2. Part 1 Warehouse encounter – Week One This Friday started just like any other. The mundane of working in a logistics warehouse only made more bearable by the likeable people and the fact that Fridays meant it was only hours to the weekend. Nothing during the morning, had led me to contemplate what I would have enjoyed later in the day. The usual phone calls, invoice signing, & people coming & going. One of which was the beautiful Chloe from accounts. She was in her early twenties. Slim, tanned, slightly flirty and today dressed in black trousers (that were tight enough from her thighs up for you to be able to appreciate her lovely slim hips & tight ass) a white fitted blouse that stopped about an inch above the top of her trousers leaving a tantalising inch of tanned & toned stomach and allowing you to see the tattoo at the base of her back. The outfit was topped off with a pair of two inch (or more) black heels. ...

Diana Smith was her name cute in her 20’s a little on the shy side but still a confident woman she walked to her apartment from a long day at work as she used her key to open her door. Diana stepped in and thought what should I do after the long day; all she wanted to do is jump in the shower and get cleaned up from the day, to be clean and refreshed for the night. As she moved about her apartment she began to undress removing her top to reveal her small frame body and figure as she walked next to the mirror to admire herself. Diana slinked out of her skirt as she looked at herself in the mirror she blew herself a kiss at her image, and walked to the bathroom. There she pulled off her panties and removed her bra to reveal her rather petite figure. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water as she stood there letting the day’s worries wash away from her as the water beaded down over her naked body. ...