“Quiet, peaceful. Those weren’t words Rhonda would often call her bar, but today was Monday and Mondays were the one day that she kept the bar closed. Once upon a time, long before she inherited the place from her mother, the bar was closed on Sundays as well, thanks to antiquated blue laws. At least those things are gone these days, Rhonda thought, running her hand along the familiar worn bar top. This was home, safe. The damn place had been in the family since her grandmother opened it, scandalous as that had been for a single mother to do back in those days. It was hard work keeping the place going, but under Rhonda they had never had a month in the red. She was proud of that. She worked hard six days a week, and on the seventh she played hard. One might wonder why then she was back here in the bar on her singular free day. Well, that’s because of one very old and very modified mechanical bull. She poured herself a shot, throwing it back quickly before... ” (5,212 words)
]]>“Lost Bet
Oh my God. She couldn't believe it. How could this have happened?
Her reaction was the polar opposite to her husband's, who was pumping his fist in the air and shouting with glee.
She could feel her trepidation in the pit of her stomach. Great, she thought, now I have to follow through with this stupid bet.
She had been so sure of herself this time, and she was not, by her nature, gracious in defeat. He must have cheated. I don't know how, but he must have.
Renee and her husband, Marcus, had settled into marriage easily. No longer newlyweds, they still enjoyed each other's company and spending time together. Like all couples over time, they weren't having sex as often as when they were in their honeymoon phase, but they tried to set aside time for intimacy, in between the demands of work, kids and the daily routine of running a household.
The bets started as Marcus’s idea. Both were competitive... ” (4,059 words)
“Chapter 9
The morning after the convention, Kat could sleep in. Frank had given her the day off, as she worked the whole weekend, even if it did not feel like work.
She did not need to worry about editing the pictures, as the organizers had a whole team of people responsible for it, they just needed photographers to walk the floors and it is cheaper to hire outside help.
So when Kathrine finally woke up at around nine, she did not try to escape her girlfriend, but instead carefully removed her hands from her own breasts before she shimmied down and started to play with her pierced tits instead.
“Hmmm. Morning Kitten. Wanted to play with something today huh?”
“Morning Foxy. Needed something to do while you hold me hostage, and your pussy is still sore right?”
“Yeah. How late is it?”
“Around nine.”
“No work today?”
“Nope, have already uploaded the pictures yesterday as you were... ” (4,998 words)
“Charlotte had just left college and returned home to her parents' house in a small English village, she had looked for a part-time job and found that the local vicarage needed a part-time cleaner. Initially she just worked three days at the beginning of the week for five hours a day, as the parish didn't have the funds for a full-time cleaner, but that wasn't enough to clean the house, so Friday was added to her schedule, this would be when she cleaned the upstairs part of the house, while the reverend was downstairs in his study writing his weekend sermons.
There were a couple of rooms that she was told not to bother with as they were never used, mainly storage and parish records, only the main bedroom, the guest room and the bathroom needed to be cleaned, so she vacuumed the floors, changed the sheets and scrubbed the bathroom clean.
Things went well for the first few weeks as she settled into her role, her tasks were easy, and she could manage them quite well. But it... ” (11,130 words)
“13: Seeing
"So that wasn't a dog I saw you walking in the garden?"
I had this theory…
"And that tall redhead you went out with the other day?"
When you die, your life flashes before your eyes, like they say…
"And that time he was taking the bins out and he was all twitchy and stuttering?"
But only the really embarrassing parts.
"You know, I thought I could hear a buzzing sound."
Because at that moment, it sure as hell felt like I was dying.
Sophie was laughing her head off. "Wanna see some photos?"
(Please, God, make it stop.)
"He's not a bad looking girl, to be fair," said Rob. He pulled out his phone, "since we're sharing, I thought you'd want to see how I found him the other night…"
Sophie explained that she had been a little upset about my self-bondage adventure; but only because she didn't get to enjoy the show. "I'd rather you did it with me - for me. So I can unwrap you like a sexy Christmas... ” (3,809 words)
“Part 11: Reset
Dan woke to the smell of coffee. He turned towards the kitchen, wincing at the stiff neck that sleeping upright on Alice’s sofa had given him. Alice appeared with a steaming mug in her hand. She was still in her pink bathrobe, but it hung open, giving Dan flashes of bare flesh as she moved.
“You might want this,” Alice said as she handed him the mug. “Hope you like it black-I forgot to buy creamer.” She leaned forward to hand him the mug, giving him a clear view of her breasts in the process. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “Feel free to join me,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away.
After taking a big gulp of the steaming brew Dan stretched his cramped muscles. His neck was still stiff, but so were other parts. He figured a shower with Alice might resolve multiple issues. Taking a second big gulp of coffee and burning his tongue in the process he headed for the... ” (2,536 words)
“Part 2
Rope Workshop
With the university almost empty for the summer, the arts building sat quietly in the afternoon light, its long hallways echoing with the occasional creak of the old floor. The photo studio sat at the far end, behind a heavy double door with a frosted glass pane. Ethan was already there, leaning against the doorframe, keys in hand.
Claire arrived right on time. She wasn’t in her usual battle armor of couture, but she was still unmistakably Claire. The blouse was soft, dove-grey cotton, the cuffs rolled twice to the forearm. Underneath, a black ballet leotard traced a clean line to the hollow of her collarbone. Her skirt was pleated navy wool, falling well past mid-thigh but swaying with each step. White tights caught the light against low, square-heeled shoes, polished to a gentle shine.
It was an outfit made to move in, without surrendering style.
Ethan’s eyes flicked over her once — just registering the thought she’d... ” (8,128 words)
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JJ learns her first lesson about decisions.
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. This fourth chapter follows JJ and Marcie as they travel to Box M Ranch. The ride is definitely very much a part of the BDSM Boot Camp experience.
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“The Intruder
The house was exactly as she expected.
Thank God, she thought. That meant that the several days of surveillance hadn't been wasted.
She normally spent at least a few days planning in advance, split between Internet searches, social media scrubbing and finally, physical surveillance.
Renee thought of herself as a professional, and she didn't like the idea of leaving much to chance. She preferred to target the suburbs, relying on the natural ebb and flow of the middle class to create opportunities for her to do her work, and not too far from major streets in the event she needed a quick getaway.
This particular house had seemed perfect, nestled under a large maple tree that dominated the front yard, concealing the entrance from streetlights and what limited curious neighbors might be able to see.
She took a moment to savour her prep work, noting that there were no cars in the driveway and no movement from inside the house as she waited her... ” (3,797 words)
“Preparation
Bottom Up
I surveyed the floor around me, meticulously marking off every item on my mental checklist. Every item was arranged in the order it would be needed. That was one of my pet peeves, a lack of prior planning, especially for unlikely contingencies when Murphy’s Law derails the best of plans. My ideal world was one of methodical progression, one step following another, according to schedule. Even on those occasions I indulged in what could only be called a sexual perversion I still applied the same rigorous procedures as when I was drafting some mechanical design.
I picked up the roll of athletic tape and began with my left foot. Starting just above the heel I covered the narrow part of my ankle, with some to spare. Next I applied my anti-bruising trick, which consisted of plain old kitchen aluminum foil cut into wide strips and folded over. I wrapped a strip around the part of my ankle where the pressure would be... ” (8,264 words)
“Susan knelt in the centre of the dim bedroom, knees wide apart on the cool hardwood floor, the position he had taught her weeks ago: back straight, shoulders relaxed but proud, palms resting upward on her thighs in open offering. The black latex catsuit he had chosen for her three weeks earlier clung to every curve—glossy, second-skin tight, compressing her breasts until they felt swollen and heavy, nipples trapped and perpetually erect beneath the membrane. The faint chemical scent of polish still lingered on the surface. Her gloved hands were steady now, though her pulse betrayed her; her feet remained arched in the ballet boots that turned even stillness into a small, constant surrender.
Between her thighs the latex had warmed to her body heat, clinging obscenely to the swollen lips of her sex, outlining every fold with shameless precision. A thin ribbon of wetness had already begun to darken the inner seam; the slightest shift of her hips dragged the glossy material... ” (1,931 words)
“Chapter 8
The first day of the convention started with Kat waking up early and checking her equipment, while Foxy turned around in bed and tried to sleep some more.
“Come on Foxy, wake up. Today is the first day, and we need to meet with the organizers.”
“Kitten, it is eight in the morning. Our meeting time is at eleven, and the center opens earliest at three. We have time.”
“But I don't want to be late, and you just want to be lazy. And for your information, we need to be there at ten.”
“Nothing wrong with that. At least this way, we don’t get into any trouble. Now let me sleep some more.”
“Fine. Then I'll find something to do ok?”
Were Foxy a bit more awake, she would have noticed the mischievous look in her kittens eyes, or if she did not have her head under the pillow, she could have seen Kat ogle the control box for her toy.
As she was still half asleep and had her head still under... ” (8,896 words)
“12: Separation
"It's, um… it's actually kind of a funny story."
Sophie had seen the video from the doorbell camera, and she had some questions. Now we - Rob and I - were sitting in front of her, like a couple of naughty children.
It all started - as all the worst stories do - with too much alcohol.
Sophie was away for another work trip, and I was alone for a week. Alone in her house. Alone with her toys. And I had some bad ideas.
Monday
I always loved Bond films, ever since I was a kid. They weren't Sophie's thing though. I got a Chinese takeaway - Shanghai chicken, egg-fried rice. Glass of beer.
Bond is shackled to a metal table. The villain, Goldfinger, menaces Bond's genitals with a laser. Goldfinger doesn't expect him to talk.
Since moving in, I hadn't been apart from Sophie for more than a day or two. The house seemed so big without her.
Tuesday
I got a pair of handcuffs from the toy box. I cooked dinner -... ” (2,180 words)
“Campus Canteen
It was one of those strange, drifting days at the university, after the exams but before the great escape. The campus was a sprawl of seventies brutalism, concrete and glass baking under the sun, every surface catching the heat and radiating it back. Inside, the canteen buzzed with a slow, restless energy, students in flip-flops and tank tops moving in loose patterns, chasing the last cold drinks or a decent sandwich.
Ethan stood in line, watching a tray inch forward. His shirt clung to his back where the fabric pressed against his rucksack, and the usual meat-or-vegetarian choice seemed to take longer than it should. Eventually, he ended up with something forgettable: a bottle of water, couscous salad, a slice of flan. He balanced it all like a man who’d done this a hundred times, weaving through the crowds toward the terrace.
Outside was the only place worth sitting. The canteen’s inner gloom held no air, but out on the terrace the trees gave... ” (5,831 words)
“Continues from part 2
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Can JJ and Marcie follow the Sergeant's simple instructions?
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In Chapter Three, JJ and Marcie fully submit and begin their journey out to Box M Ranch.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely... ” (2,687 words)
“The Beginning
Mark and Elena's arrangement was supposed to be the gold standard of roommate professionalism. They shared a kitchen, a hallway, and a landlord, but their private lives remained locked behind heavy bedroom doors. They were strangers who simply shared a roof. They were polite, distant, and intensely functional.
Then the weekend nights started.
Through the thin drywall, Elena began to hear things. It was not just the typical muffled thuds of a college hookup, but the distinct, heavy clinking of metal. She heard chains rattling. She heard the unmistakable, sharp intake of Chloe's breath, followed by low, helpless moans. In the mornings, Elena would sit at the kitchen island, staring at the red, raw imprints encircling both of their wrists over morning coffee. She could only guess at what happened behind Mark's door, and the guesswork was turning into a torturous, obsessive itch.
The Tuesday lab was her window. The moment Mark's sedan pulled out of the... ” (5,129 words)
“2: Believer
Brett: 1hr
me: kk
One Month Later
"What a fuckin' mess."
Listen, I'm not exactly proud of how we met. I mean, I should probably be in fuckin' jail for what I did. Instead Brett says "want to do it again some time?" Swear to God!
Thing is, though, I wasn't lying when I said I'm not gay. Don't get me wrong, Brett isn't a bad looking lad. Bit too pretty, maybe. Probably uses, like, moisturiser and shit. But I just don't swing that way. But he says there's no hard feelings, and he says could I maybe do him a favour?
He gave me these two keys - one's to his front door, and the other's for this box that has all the keys for his handcuffs and padlocks and that. Said he didn't like how easy it was for him to escape. Careful what you wish for, right? So now, before he ties himself up, he messages me with how long until he wants to get let out.
Sometimes I leave him a bit longer. I've got my own shit going on, you know?
And now I find him lying on... ” (3,013 words)
“1: Daydreamer
"Now then… Not a bird after all, eh?"
I don't recognise his voice. Or maybe… I dunno. He sounds drunk. I can't see with the blindfold, but would I even recognise him if I saw his face?
"You really did all this to yourself, didn't you, you little perv."
He really knows how to push my buttons, whoever he is. I should be scared. This stranger just broke into my house! Why aren't I more scared? Instead, I feel embarrassed; I really did do this to myself. I feel ashamed; I really am a pervert. It's all so… God, why is it so arousing!
"Hello there, little fella," I feel his finger tap my vibrating penis, ever so lightly. I almost orgasm on the spot. I hear a quiet chuckle, "sorry mate, you want to cum, you'll have to earn it first." My heart sinks. The vibrator stops.
He pushes his fingers under the straps of my gag, and pulls the pink rubber ball from my mouth, trailing saliva down my chin. I want to say something, I SHOULD say... ” (2,907 words)
“Ever since I was little, I have been coming to Aunt Sally's farm every summer. I loved seeing the livestock out in the fields, the crops growing, and hearing the sounds of nature all around. It was certainly different from living in the city, with all of the noise and lack of green spaces.
Aunt Sally is my Mum's sister, or so I believed. I just assumed that because I called her my auntie that she was related, though that was never really made clear to me. And I didn't consider it strange that when my mother stayed at the farmhouse, they would share the same bed. They were sisters after all, and they were very close with each other during the day. I would often see them kiss and cuddle, which seemed like a natural expression of their affection.
Later on in my life, as a teenager, I started to notice the changes that had been made to the farm. A new, large, very long barn had been erected close to the house. My Aunt had told me that it was built to house some livestock that... ” (15,348 words)
“37: The Convent of Sins I
Lance kicked in the door to his old home. His hotel was just a dusty ruin. A victim of vandalism and nature. He had expected nothing less. Leon City was a shithole, and the way it treated his property was proof enough. He hoped that at least the inside of the hotel was still untouched.
“Sir, we need to hurry,” said one of his men who had freed him from the prison.
“Yeah … I know … I just need to get my wife,” Lance muttered, stepping through the rubble in the lobby.
He opened a secret passage next to the registration desk and disappeared inside the hotel. His companion shook his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Ten minutes,” he said curtly as the secret door closed behind his boss.
Lance let his hand wander over the old machines. His inventions. His traps that had brought his wife and him so much joy and, above all, money.
“Wasted,” he muttered as he walked... ” (13,065 words)
“The air inside the private development bay of Halcyon BioTech always smelled faintly of burnt ozone and industrial solvent, a sterile baseline that you had spent three years breathing alongside Dr. Marcus Chen. To the rest of the facility, the two of you were an eccentric, highly insular unit—you, the twenty-four-year-old prodigy who had accelerated through a molecular engineering PhD only to realize you were entirely unequipped for the social friction of the ordinary world; Marcus, the senior mentor whose casual brilliance and validating nods were the only currency that truly mattered to your intellectual arrogance. Together, you had birthed the fluid.
It rested in a reinforced containment cylinder on the primary workstation: a dark, highly viscous substance that looked less like science and more like a heavy, glossy ink. It was an ocean of self-assembling programmable nanomachines. You had spent thousands of hours watching those microscopic assets rewrite reality under the... ” (11,750 words)
“Chapter 7
The Monday morning after her second shoot, Kat woke up normally but in contrast to normal Foxy also left the bed.
“Morning Foxy. Something planned today?”
“Nope, just wanted to have some fun before you go to work.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Well, how does your tail feel? You have been wearing the same plug for over a week now and you should be used to the size by now, right?”
“Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore other than a strong stretch when putting it in, why?”
“I was thinking, as I know you, you don't want your ass to be so stretched that you can't keep it shut yourself right, but you are still interested in some of the things I do for fun, right?”
“Yes…”
“Well, I have a solution, if you want to try.”
“But I have to go to work in an hour? What do you have planned?”
“Go to the bathroom and prepare like you... ” (4,837 words)
“Continues from part 1
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Marcie and JJ begin their descent into the world of Box M Ranch
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, Marcie and JJ begin to understand what might be ahead for them at Box M.
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WARNING! All of my writing... ” (2,631 words)
“Part Ten
After my recent episode with the contractors moving me from the storeroom to the container and leaving me locked away overnight, I thought it best that I didn't push for any further time as a meatgirl, in case Ollie would not be too happy after what happened. There always seems to be something that doesn't go to plan when I indulge in my meatgirl fantasy, well, at least some of the time anyway.
Plus, the contractors were busy rebuilding the shop, a whole new designed interior, as well as the storeroom being extended to accommodate more meatgirls to be stored in there. I wondered what it would look like squeezed in among the hanging stock, just another product waiting to be sold. There were some other changes that Ollie hadn't spoken to me about, but I would find out later.
But two weeks later, the contractors were finished, so when I returned home from work, I popped in to see what they had done. I had purposely avoided looking in beforehand, so what I saw came as... ” (10,262 words)
“I struggled not to visually roll my eyes or audibly sigh at what the woman was saying. Despite the bar being full on a Friday evening, and a large collection of voices being all that I could hear, somehow her whining tone seemed louder than anyone else's; despite not yelling or straining her words.
This was the last thing I wanted to do after a full week of work. With the weekend fast approaching and my entire frame aching, all I wanted was to return to the comfort of my home, curl up and read a book, or maybe watch a few movies. I wanted to push out the rest of the world, avoid any forms of human connection and just…relax. As I was leaving work, my plans were interrupted by a text from my oldest friend, a woman who I had known ever since we were at school together, Melanie. She was drunk, already intoxicated by the time I had reached the bar. She had texted me the address with almost no choice but to spend the evening with her and listen to her sorrows.
I must admit,... ” (13,549 words)
“Chapter 6
July and Lily were sitting on a couch, watching one of their most chaotic and erratic friends calmly sit on the one opposite of them, petting the young woman, who had her hands in one of the most strenuous positions bound behind her back enjoy the attention, fully relaxed with her head in the other woman's lap. Bouth had watched this picture for the last ten minutes, but still could not believe it.
“You know July, if we did not have other things to do, these two could stay like this the whole day, without getting bored.”
July could only nod to that, as her lips were still sealed shut by her piercings.
“Do you have an idea for her bra problem? I kind of just let them sit here, while we look at what you have.”
“Already ahead of you. The harness Kat is wearing, is from an extreme modular line that has yet to be released to the mainstream. It is its most distinctive feature, that all the belts can be changed to what is needed,... ” (4,811 words)
““Honey, the hell is that?”
The “that” I was referring to was obvious: a half scale steel drum on a hand truck that she was wheeling into the house from the garage.
She grinned in a way that spoke of triumph and mischief. And Cupid's arrow pierced my heart like it did every time she smiled at me. Yes, I'm a fool for the love of her. “A surprise. Get the spray booth and the sprayer set up in the play room.”
“Latex?” I called over my shoulder as I headed to do as I had been told. My cock stirred a bit at the thought of being coated again. My skin hummed with the memory of the gradually growing gentle tightness as layers of liquid latex were applied and dried over my body, of brushes painting spots and whiskers, of the hours spent being the center of her world.
“Better!” She called after me. My mental gears ground almost to a halt at that. Better? What could be in a metal drum that's better than liquid latex? The... ” (7,181 words)
“PART ONE
~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~
Some consider it a travesty, of course. The fate of the human races pinned in stasis, demons and demiurges sat at a pinnacle never intended for their ilk, that sort of thing. True as far as it goes, but not my concern. In fact, I think there's a beauty in it. The closest to a closed causality the Center of Everything and its hundreds of Attendant Universes has ever known, the center raised above the edges, terrifying cliffs only scalable by those who can adapt to the new reality, order imposed on every world, for ever… beauty in stasis, that's more in line with my thinking. It's worked out for me personally, at least in comparison with the previous thousand years of my existence. For all the irreplaceable cultural treasures lost to pillage, some things deserved to be overturned.
And anyway, it is what it is. I've got no power other than to record my observations of the Conquest from my cage - if not a gilded one, at least one with thorns less... ” (17,819 words)
“Oh God, how did it come to this?
For months, Angela had been living out of her battered old Honda Civic. Being fired from her job and evicted from her apartment in the same week had been completely gut-wrenching. The twenty-year-old blonde spent her days filling out job applications on her slowly dying iPhone, washing her clothes at dingy, depressing laundromats, and sneaking into the Planet Fitness locker room for quick showers.
Another rejection e-mail today. Another night wondering if the car will even start tomorrow.
Her vehicle was held together by cheap parts from Auto Zone and what little mechanical skill she had learned from her high school boyfriend, Kyle. There were times she bitterly wished she hadn’t dumped him; maybe he would have been here to save her from all this.
I was so stupid. I wanted “something more.” Look where that got me.
Kyle was long gone. Within a year of Angela breaking up with him, Kyle got... ” (3,034 words)
“11: Stroll
"I don't think this is going to work."
The chastity cage was creating an obvious bulge in my dress.
"I guess we could strap it down… between your legs?" she suggested.
"Hmm… that'd probably make me walk funny."
We were going for a walk, just around the lake. It was late, not too many people around.
"We could go without the cage. But… Do you think you can keep 'things' under control?"
The point wasn't to go completely unseen. But anyone who did see us shouldn't give us a second look. We were just a couple of perfectly normal gals, out for an evening stroll.
"… 'cause when you first put on that dress…"
She wasn't wrong about that. Just the thought of strangers seeing me like… damn it, calm down!
"Maybe just close your eyes, take some deep breaths, and think of England."
Wig in a Box
"What do you think?"
Earlier, we were out clothes shopping.
"I... ” (2,536 words)
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A Fantasy Vacation That Will Last a Lifetime
Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. All sales stopped in late 2024 when the credit card companies began using search algorithms to find certain words or phrases that were considered verboten and banning any books that contained those words. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. This first chapter introduces JJ and Marcie and explains how they can afford the time and money for the BDSM Boot Camp.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may... ” (3,284 words)
“Part Nine
(No meatgirl was consumed in the making of this story, it is more about being a product than the actual process dealing with the meatgirls - if being treated as an object offends you then please don’t read this story)
Not sure how I ended up here, but I find myself being transported in the back of a truck along with many other meatgirls, our bound wrists held above our heads and attached to a hook in the ceiling, my ankles are bound too. I can only make a muffled sound because of the gag in my mouth, but I can see, which is not usually the case when I’ve been a meatgirl in the past; normally, the hood over my head would block out the light. The other meatgirls are all like me, naked and bound, we look at each other, wondering where we are going, some have a fearful look while others seem to be resigned to their fate.
I do seem to recall that previously we were all held at an auction house, penned into a yard, and sold as a lot, just like... ” (10,581 words)
“Chapter 5
As she woke the next morning, Kat's first reaction was to want to go to the toilet because of the immense pressure in her rear.
Then she remembered the last evening, and what she requested Foxy do to her. Remembering not only how much pain she had been in, and how tenderly the other woman had treated her, she could not help, but let out a happy little sigh and cuddle deeper the still sleeping women embrace.
Not wanting to get up, she turned in Foxy's arms and came face to tits with the older woman's tits.
Not wanting to immediately wake her, but also wanting to have some fun, she brought up her arm and started to grope, twist and squeeze those nice orbs. Paying extra attention to the nipples, and the four piercings in them.
Getting bolder, she also started to lick and nibble, a bit, she was so distracted that she did not notice her partner waking up.
“Good morning kitten. Hmmm that is a nice way to wake up. How do you... ” (7,476 words)
“Chapter 1: The edge of the wild
Alice felt the familiar weight of her backpack as she stood at the barrier, waiting for the elder to give the word. Twenty-one years Alice had waited for this moment. Each gruelling training session, each moment of hardship, every second of her life had led her to this moment: the trial of the braves. Her parents waved and shouted at her, proud of the woman she had become. A grateful smile curved her lips. Without her mother's guidance and her father's brutal training regime, she would never be the girl she is now. She waved at them. Her red hair, braided into a loose dragon braid, bobbed as she did.
The elder moved forward and began to speak the blessings towards the new braves. His words were short and serious: Seven days out there with the giants, come back with a trophy, or don't come back at all. A shiver ran up her spine, but it was doused with determination. She was the most well-trained, the one who would come back with all seven... ” (12,528 words)
“10. Sub
"Ah! Ow! No, stop. Red. Scrabble."
She tried to look apologetic, but she couldn't help laughing. "I'm sorry, but… really? After everything I've done to you, this is what makes you use the safe word - all the safe words! A little spanking?"
What can I say, I always was a bit of a wimp. And actually, "while we're on the subject of 'everything you've done to me' - well, I've just been thinking…"
She didn't like where this was going.
"I mean, the chastity cage, peeing in the garden, the butt plugs, the cross-dressing!"
She REALLY didn't like where this was going.
Round 1: Reversal
Rope may have been too ambitious for my first go.
"Is that too tight?"
Not that I was trying to do anything fancy, mind you. I mean, any idiot can tie a reef knot.
"No, baby. You're doing great."
I had her wear this sexy black lingerie, with the fishnets. The one that I'd gotten her one Valentines; the one... ” (2,407 words)
“Part 10: Girl Talk
Alice woke up with a start. It took her a moment to orient to the fact that she was in Dan’s bed. Then the whole evening crashed back in on her. She looked to her left. Dan was there, snoring quietly. ‘He snores, I never noticed that before,’ she thought.
Slipping out of the bed in the gray dawn Alice grabbed her shoes and padded to the bedroom door. She slipped out into the living room, eying the open blinds with trepidation. ‘Oh well, if they didn’t catch the show last night they can get the early matinee,’ she told herself as she moved across the room.
Around the platform clothes and toys were scattered. Alice scrambled to retrieve her clothes. Pulling on her skirt she stopped and stared at her waist. “What the fuck?” she muttered. There at her waist was a length of chain. She recognized the links as coming from her bondage bag. The links were always useful for suspending a frozen key, thin but sturdy.... ” (5,642 words)
“Epilogue
Time had abandoned Elise.
Time was a river. She had no way of knowing how long she had been trapped within the coffin, only that it had been weeks, months. Perhaps longer. Every moment stretched into eternity, each breath dictated by the rhythm of the machine that sustained her, each motion reduced to the slow, mindless writhing that the needle pads beneath her commanded whenever the club was full.
At first, she had fought. Twisting against the vacuum-sealed latex, straining to arch her back or press outward, only to be met with resistance that mocked her futile attempts. There was no escape, no room for real movement - just the suffocating, airless embrace of her prison pressing in on all sides. It gave only the illusion of motion, the false promise of space that she could never truly reach.
Eventually, she stopped trying. It didn’t matter.
The dull, ceaseless hum of the vibrator was a familiar torment - one she had sworn she would never endure... ” (20,056 words)
“Continues from part 4
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W's adventure comes to an end with a Sybian endurance contest.
This six-chapter adventure for W began when a mysterious painted lady emerged from his lake. It concludes with that same lady winning a Sybian endurance contest and completing her assigned touch. But nothing is what it seems when W is around.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the... ” (4,521 words)
“Part Eight
After the events of the inspector’s visits and my eventual sale to Marjorie, the owner of the old Meatgirl Processing Facility—from which she ran her meatgirl experience, where, if you recall, women got to participate in the old production process that had once converted women into meatgirls before the clone labs took over—I remained at the facility for the next couple of weeks. I joined the other women going through processing, and at night I was used by one or more of the handlers Marjorie employed.
Those weeks, the calm before the storm, passed in a strange, suspended haze. By day I was processed alongside the others—washed down in the cold spray room, weighed on industrial scales, prodded and measured, probed, exercised and inspected, at one point our bodies were marked with ink for hypothetical cut lines that never quite reached us.
The handlers moved us like livestock: from inspection table to holding frame, from holding frame back... ” (10,472 words)
“36: Arachne Escape Studios
“Arachne Escape Studios?” Ava read aloud, grimacing as she looked at the shimmering silver tickets right in front of her.
“Exactly!” replied the stranger enthusiastically, waving the tickets animatedly. “We’re currently on our way to becoming the hottest event in the whole city. I’m sure you’ve heard of us!”
“Coooooool… But I don’t really have the money for it,” Ava lied, turning back to her economics book. Of course she’d heard of Arachne Escape Studios. The company had popped up overnight a few months ago in an old industrial building and was making one headline after another. Tickets were expensive and hard to come by. An experience not to be missed under any circumstances. However, the name was something that put Ava off, and being locked up by strangers in the first place was something she didn’t necessarily want to experience. Any more than... ” (10,676 words)