And Yet
George Orwell came up with a word that became part of the English language: Doublethink, or the ability to hold two contrary beliefs in one’s head at the same time. Sally was unquestionably a certifiable psychopath, a clear and present danger to anyone near her. I would have to be just as institutionally insane to trust her.
And yet…and yet, that was the problem. Twice now she had carried me to the brink of oblivion during my bondage adventures. No one in their right mind would ever trust her as a backup after those incidents. And yet, afterwards when I walked away, I felt as though I had been through the greatest experience of my life. I was addicted to the rush. Whatever magic she wielded, it had cast a spell over me. Doublethink was alive and well inside my head.
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I had staved off the craving, but each weekend it came back all the stronger. My head was full... (6,554 words)
The Arrival of Twilight Bound
Act I: The Price of Freedom
The late August sun was warm against Emily’s skin, but she could already feel the heavy, invisible shadow of her parents' expectations hanging over her. Sitting on the sand just weeks before her freshman year at college was supposed to start, she stared out at the ocean, trying to savor her final moments of true independence.
Growing up, Emily’s life had never truly been her own. Her parents were hyper controlling, micro-managing everything from her grades to her social circle. Her only real escape had been competitive cheerleading. As a flyer for her high school squad, she loved the feeling of being thrown into the air, relying entirely on her body's intense core strength, extreme flexibility, and flawless balance to stay safe.
Years of tumbling and stunting had sculpted her into a stunningly athletic figure. She had a naturally deep, arched lower back, tight calf muscles from years... (9,816 words)
Chapter 2 of 4
She had been on the bed for a long time. Face-down on the oiled latex sheet, her wrists in the resort's soft cuffs behind her back, the dildo panties still on and both plugs filling her, her head bolted to the center of the mattress and the collar still at her throat and the hood still sealed over everything, and three loads of a stranger's cum held inside her by the elastic. The leash ran to the bed. The roses were total. The room was very quiet.
The cuffs released first, then her head was released, but she was still leashed. Blind and deaf, she registered this as hands working at her wrists, then the particular pressure change of blood returning to her palms, and then she was upright and moving in a direction she hadn't chosen. Were they taking her away from this room? Were they moving her like a piece of furniture so they could change the bed sheets? Even if her husband was around, she was so deafened that he couldn't tell her. So, no matter what this was,... (5,278 words)
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20. Support
"Pegging… You like pegging…"
Huh? What was that?
"Nothing, sweetie, go back to sleep."
Hmm… She was up to something. Whatever. Too early for her nonsense…
"You want to be pegged…"
Decisions
"Condoms. Non-negotiable."
Dani really was something else. She commanded the room with a casual ease.
"Agreed."
P R E S E N T (18 points)
"Spanking?"
"Nooo thank you," I said.
"Ooh, sorry Mark," said Dani, "I'm afraid you've been out-voted on that one."
Sophie laughed. "She's just teasing. She knows you don't like that stuff."
H U N G E R (20 points)
"Kissing?"
Sophie thought for a minute. "Yes. But Mark's not allowed to kiss Dani."
"Sure," I snorted. "But you're not allowed to kiss Brett either (no offense)."
Dani rolled her eyes, "straight people, eh?"
Brett laughed, "I think it's weirdly sweet."
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Renee laid in bed, the covers tucked under her chin. Shivering, she exclaimed out loud, “Why is it so goddamn cold in here? It's like this every winter.”
Marcus looked over at her, his arms crossed behind his head. “I don't find it that cold”, he remarked. He yelped as she slid her foot against his leg.
“Oh really? How about now?”
“Jesus, is that your foot? I bet corpses have warmer skin. What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing, I'm just laying here freezing to death while you remark on the appropriate room temperature. Can you turn up the heat?”
“I have a better idea,” Marcus said, a sly grin spreading over his face, “I've got an idea for how we can warm you up.”
She looked at him, skeptical “Oh really? Somehow I doubt you have entirely altruistic motives. You've got that look on your face.”
“Who, me?” Marcus asked, feigning innocence. “I'm... (2,388 words)
1: Underground speculation in stocks and bonds
Chapter 1.
On a pleasant late winter evening in St. Louis, Henry arrived on the Texas Eagle and checked into the Chase Park Plaza hotel, for the annual conference of the Society of Electron and Atomic Physics. The next morning, after the first day’s sessions, he went to the reception in search of young women.
“Bloody typical for this millennium”, he thought, “I find myself the best-dressed male here, but it’s good to see that the female contingent is starting to dress properly. Everybody was in blue jeans in my student days.” After exchanging glances with ladies he had met at previous meetings, all of whom were engaged in conversations with others when he walked in, he noticed a possible target: a female graduate student, standing by herself, apparently shy at her first scientific conference, carefully dressed in a sleeveless dark green dress that did not obscure her shape but... (7,319 words)
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The sluts are introduced to a variety of toys that only a painslut would love.
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. Chapter 21 deals primarily with practicing for the final day celebration and race.
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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... (4,422 words)
Continues from part 19
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The sluts are introduced to a variety of toys that only a painslut would love.
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. Chapter 20 reveals a number of painful devices normally used for pain play.
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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... (3,874 words)
01-01-26
I had done this a hundred times. A pair of eBay handcuffs I’d taken apart and fitted with short lengths of chain by cutting open and re-welding a link. Two tethers of parachute cord, each with a loop at both ends. Loop around the 8" log bedpost, feed the free loop through the last link of chain, snap the timer lock through it. A drop of super glue on each knot so there was no untying them later, even if I wanted.
The locks were just like padlocks but with a digital display. Once the shackle closed and the timer started, they would not open again until the countdown hit zero. No override. No early release.
There are three buttons: hours, minutes, start. Max time is 99 hours. Twenty minutes was the usual. Enough time to get hard, be frustrated, get released, and take care of the "itch" that built as a result.
Because the locks are electronically controlled, I needed a failsafe way to escape in case a battery or release mechanism failed. You never... (2,116 words)
I'm not a BDSM follower. Not really. I do enjoy my share of internet porn, and when I occasionally catch something hot that is of, or from, the BDSM world, I usually go there and am rarely disappointed. Enough said.
I live alone on my parents' small farm, I mean, my farm now. I can keep it running nicely and stay busy with my diesel mechanics shop in town. So, yeah, I'm busy. I'm a busy, normal guy with no weird sexual kinks or fetishes, okay? Sorry, I just want that known before I tell my story:
I live out in the “boonies.” Out here, back in the day, small farmers would build their houses kinda close to each other, for safety, company, and security. My house is built close to my only neighbor's house. A storm wrecked the high privacy fence that once separated the two domiciles, and it was replaced, by mistake, with a much shorter fence. So, as it is now, the houses are set such that I have a clear view into the back of the neighbor's house from the side windows of... (8,654 words)
Chapter 24: Richard
I once again dreamt of the incident at the so-called “Recovery Facility” – except in this case I was in Beth’s position, wearing a dirty straitjacket and being repeatedly electrocuted. I woke up with a start – how common were situations like these?! How many patients were being abused like this? I rubbed my temples – I couldn’t fix every problem; the Institute was enough.
After a small breakfast, I put on what I had come to think of as my “Inspector Uniform”, and I got in my car. I drove to the office and chatted with Margaret a bit. I then spent two hours writing a report about what had occurred at the facility – my observations, actions taken, who was involved… I didn’t really know if this was done correctly, so I emailed Madeleine, said this was my first crack at it, and we could discuss it Monday… she was supposed to guide me for issues like this, right?
That was as much... (3,823 words)
Chapter 1 – The arrival on the Island
The ferry engine cut out, leaving only the sound of waves lapping against the wooden docks of the island. Emily tightened the strap of her backpack, her heart hammering against her ribs. The travel brochure had been deliberately vague, filled with warnings wrapped in alluring promises: Step ashore at your own risk. The island claims what it tames.
Looking around the deck, she saw a mix of thrill-seekers, wealthy tourists, and people like her—those who wanted to see how close they could get to the edge without falling in.
As the ramp lowered, the first thing she noticed wasn't a rugged jungle cliffside, but a wide, flat horizon stretching out across a sun-bleached limestone plain. Cutting cleanly through the landscape was a pristine avenue of smooth, jet-black asphalt, painted with a crisp white edge line. Along the path came the rhythmic, heavy clack-clack of hooves on pavement, accompanied by the sharp crack of a whip and... (18,330 words)
Chapter 1 of 4
She left him the kind of kiss that was meant to occupy him for hours. One hand on his chest, long fingers reading the topography he'd had for thirty years with the gentle tips of her nails, while slipping a hand toward what had pleased her for years, and when she'd gotten what she wanted from his mouth she slipped her hand down inside his pants and cupped his balls with the patience of a woman with a plan.
She whispered into his ear, telling him she would be gone all day, in the lab. She told him she had ordered him a treat to keep him occupied, something they had never tried, nothing she was going to describe, and that it would arrive around noon. She told him he should save some for her, but that between now and her return he had a full hall pass to do whatever his heart desired. This sex resort made hall passes easy, and they had been here enough to know. She had planned these words carefully, improvising slightly while reading his reactions, knowing that... (8,128 words)
19. Stardust
First Impressions
"I've never been with a woman before."
I met her for coffee. When I walked in, she was impossible to miss.
"That's fine," said Dani, "I'll take good care of you."
"It's just…" When I say she made me feel at ease, well, that's mostly true. "It's just, I don't want to waste your time. If it turns out I'm not… into girls."
"Seriously, you don't have to worry." This wasn't Dani's first time, "I'm more than happy to take your girl cherry," she laughed.
“I can't imagine what it's like to be that self-assured. And after you and me… well, you know. I was feeling especially shaky. I heard from Rob that you were seeing other people - that you were dating men! I didn't know if you were ever going to come back. And I got this idea in my head that maybe I should take the opportunity to explore my own sexuality.”
"I'm bisexual," said Dani, "so I've been where you are - dipping a toe, testing the... (2,804 words)
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Slut gerard escapes, slut aina submits, and Bootcamp continues.
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. These two chapters follow the events at the BDSM Boot Camp as slut gerard is rescued by an overwhelming force, slut aina submits herself to an Arab prince, and slut jj teaches slut marcie something about orgasm control…
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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... (1,684 words)
Continues from part 17
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Slut gerard escapes, slut aina submits, and Bootcamp continues.
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. These two chapters follow the events at the BDSM Boot Camp as slut gerard is rescued by an overwhelming force, slut aina submits herself to an Arab prince, and slut jj teaches slut marcie something about orgasm control…
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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... (5,683 words)
Backup Quiet Time
Back To Basics
My last adventure, due to a highly unpredictable backup by the name of Sally, ended on a sour note. I wasn’t exactly angry with her, but I wasn’t overly appreciative of her actions. She had convinced me I was going to be left to die, staked out on the side of a hill in the middle of nowhere.
She didn’t abandon me, much to my surprise. At the end, over dinner in the camper, she pointed out I was never more alive than the moment I thought it was all over. I had to give her credit for a mind game well-played. Nevertheless, I was extremely reluctant to use her as a backup in the future. For that reason I hadn’t told her about my plans for tonight.
It was back to basics for me. For now I’d stick to my basement instead of some remote hill. I also planned to stay with my tried and trusty tools, though I was going to add in a few of Sally’s suggestions. One does not... (6,557 words)
Chapter 23: The Switch
I slept poorly, waking up several times as my mind replayed the events of yesterday. At one time, I dreamed about kicking that orderly in the face… though I wasn’t wearing Dr Martens boots, but high-heeled ones, and I had impaled him in the neck! I woke up in a fright as the dream had the police officers throw me into a cell at that awful place… it took some time to fall asleep after that.
The alarm’s whine woke me up, and I seriously considered taking a sick day. But no, I was going to have to write a report about what had happened, call the boss… what a mess. This certainly was going to end up in courts, for years probably. But it was worth it to see Beth out of that hellhole, not to mention the other patients.
Not too long later I stood in line with other patients at the Institute, waiting for the dressing procedure. It was going to be good to be covered in latex again. I couldn’t deny that wearing it... (3,251 words)
Chapter 10
It was a clear Tuesday morning as Matt woke up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he turned to his left and looked at Amber lying beside him. “Good morning, Amber,” he said lovingly. ”I hope you had a good night.” Amber didn’t respond as she could not see, hear, or speak. Even though her mouth and her eyes were wide open, she had been asleep. She woke up with a touch over her gigantic round basketball sized breasts and a kiss on the cheek. Unable to move or even flinch, all she could do was lay there in silence and darkness as this man fondled her.
She had no idea who this man was. Although she didn’t know what he looked like, she could get a sense of his body type. He was a tall man, relatively fit. She guessed around 180 pounds. She figured this out when he would pick her up and carry her around the house and when he was on top of her. He was well endowed and had big hands. She also knew he also kept himself clean shaven most of... (1,869 words)
18. Stockade
This was my punishment.
@ 10:00
"You're going to stay like that all day."
Apparently I had done… something in her dream? She didn't want to go into specifics.
"That'll give you plenty of time to think about what you did."
She had me bent over the broad-side of the dining room table. My wrists and ankles were in leather cuffs, each anchored to a leg of the table with chains. The table supported my weight, my body laid across it with my hips hanging over one end and my head over the other. My arms were pulled out to the sides, and my legs were spread as far as they'd stretch.
"Think you can handle that?"
I was wearing my collar, with a length of rope binding it to a crossbar under the table, holding my head in place; not that the spread-eagle position allowed much movement. In my mouth was a silicone bit gag.
"Yesh."
She placed a digital clock on the floor in front of me. It was going to be a long... (2,986 words)
Part 14: The Penance
Dan returned to his apartment, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. Seeing Alice with another woman had been incredibly hot, but it also felt like a betrayal. The oral sex he’d forced on her had been more a release of his anger than anything else. And yes, he was still angry. He wanted to punish Alice for her infidelity. But how do you punish someone who gets off on being punished?
Alice had released Gina from the ropes. She knew the importance of aftercare and did her best. But in the back of her mind, she was thinking about having to face Dan. She had thought Dan enjoyed the session. But the way he walked out said otherwise. How would she make this right with him?
Gina was glad to be free of the ropes. Her statement of, “Okay, that was intense,” did little to clarify how she felt about her bondage experience. In truth, she wasn’t quite sure herself. She was used to being the strong one in a relationship. But being held... (7,416 words)
The Party
Sonia stood quietly, naked but for the bells on her nipples and wrists. Her skin prickled under the attention of the room, her cheeks flushed, but she remained composed, her heels keeping her posture tall and her collar a reminder of her submission. She felt the pressure of the pole beneath her, its presence deep and inescapable, holding her firmly in place.
Amelie spoke to Leslie, a striking woman in a fitted pencil skirt and structured bodice, whose eyes glimmered with curiosity. “This,” Amelie said, gesturing to Sonia’s position, “is what is called a one-pole prison. The pole rises between her legs, ending deep… inside her, and ends in a cup that holds her securely, covering her mons and her backside. The lining is soft neoprene, but inside are spikes—small ones, just enough to remind her not to shift.”
Amelie looked at Sonia, her expression a mix of affection and command. “Sonia,” she... (3,969 words)
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Slut Marcie intentionally causes herself to be flogged and reduced to Slut Zero.
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. These two chapters advance the plot and reveal the identity of the investigator and the identity of the true villains. Slut Marcie lashes out at trustee brenda and endures being flogged and reduced to Slut Zero so that she can deliver a vital message to Commander Mueller.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may... (5,697 words)
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Slut Marcie intentionally causes herself to be flogged and reduced to Slut Zero.
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. These two chapters advance the plot and reveal the identity of the investigator and the identity of the true villains. Slut Marcie lashes out at trustee brenda and endures being flogged and reduced to Slut Zero so that she can deliver a vital message to Commander Mueller.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may... (6,105 words)
Let me tell you a true story about a little adventure I had in the woods a few days ago. Not the most exciting story, perhaps, but I’m sure that many of us don’t get much further with our experiments than I did. And every word of this is true.
When indulging in self-bondge, I’m not really a fan of elaborate set-ups. Fancy dress, ice releases, handcuffs and keys in multiple locations, complicated scenarios that take a lot of setting up – they’re not for me. I much prefer to do it “au naturel”. A bit minimalist, you might say.
I’m a man of late middle age living in the south of England, where it has been uncomfortably hot for several months and the urge to get “out and about” has been frustrated by the conditions.
Eventually a day arrived when it was a little cooler and rain had fallen overnight. I packed my little shoulderbag – all I needed for this adventure was a loop of cord, tied firmly at the ends and... (1,110 words)
Chapter 22: The Facility
I woke up with sore legs – had I been repeating the exercise of the ballet class in my sleep, or was the workout explanation enough? It had been somewhat… hypnotic, heady stuff. I was a bit surprised I hadn’t had any dreams about it.
Perhaps I was stressed about today… I wasn’t sure I was ready. It was time for another patient follow- up. As I munched on my cereal, I looked at the file to prepare myself.
Beth, aka patient 101, was a bit unusual. She was the first patient who had left the Institute, and she also was the “oldest” – no other patient who had left had been at the Institute as long as she had been. I found this combo a little troubling, and the other details didn’t help. Dr Reed didn’t think Beth was ready to leave, but was unwilling to force her to stay. It noted that Beth had deep trust issues and felt eager to leave the Institute as quickly as possible. I had... (6,731 words)
Chapter 9
When Nick, Jake, and Morgan got to the van at the park, Nick got into the driver's seat and Jake opened the passenger door for Morgan. She hopped in and climbed into the back. As it was a cargo van, there were no more seats so she slid a couple boxes to the middle and perched behind the two men. As they started driving, Morgan instinctively went for her phone. Jake saw that and grabbed the phone from her hand.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Morgan said angrily.
“You won’t need this anymore.” Jake said.
“But…” Morgan tried to argue.
Jake cut her off. “But nothing. This phone has a GPS. We don’t want to be tracked by your phone. And give me your smart watch too.”
Morgan reluctantly unhooked her watch from her wrist and handed it to him as Nick pulled into a fast-food restaurant parking lot. The van stopped near a dumpster and Nick grabbed her backpack next to her. He also took... (3,706 words)
Part 1
Heart pounding in her chest, lungs burning from the strain and sweat soaking every inch of her richly tanned skin, Talia Devroux kept her eyes locked forward on some distant point only she could see, the dulcet tones of jazz music from the ear buds she was wearing only slightly louder than the sound of blood pumping in her ears as the treadmill beneath her surged, long legs eating up distance with each stride. There was a rhythm to running the perfect mile, intangible and almost imperceptible but no less real for all of that. The shock of each footstep hitting the ground reverberating through the soles of her shoes, hitting the belt at just the right angle to roll her feet from heel to toe, the muscles in her calves and thighs rippling in a steady cadence as she pushed herself forward with just enough force to keep pace with the machine, all while her arms pumped at her sides, each stroke making sculpted shoulders framed perfectly by the sports bra clinging to her chest... (14,222 words)
Marcus pushed through the front door, still covered in sweat from his earlier workout. He kicked off his shoes, groaning at the stiffness in his back as he bent over to place them on the rack.
Reassuring himself that the soreness was strictly due to exertion and not related to the slowly accelerating aging process, he straightened, hands kneading his lower back. He collected his gym bag and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he pressed the cold can against his forehead and the back of his neck, sighing. He opened the tab, taking a long swig. I really need a shower.
Renee had mentioned earlier that she was feeling tired and planned to go to bed early. Not thinking much of it, Marcus had planned to have the evening to himself, a night on the couch consisting of some video games and a couple more drinks before going to bed himself. Maybe I'll finally get past that last boss fight, that guy's impossible.
Carrying his bag in one hand and... (3,014 words)
The Evening
After the tour ended, Sonia and her travel group gathered at a rustic village inn for a hearty dinner. Plates of roasted pork, potatoes, and pitchers of beer filled the table, laughter and conversation flowing easily. Sonia drank more than she’d planned, the warmth of the beer easing her lingering tension from the day’s strange and exhilarating experiences. But beneath her laughter and easy conversation, her mind was a whirl of vivid memories and that tantalizing invitation, tucked safely into her pocket.
As the evening wore on, Sonia slipped out of the inn, letting the soft summer air cool her flushed cheeks. She wandered aimlessly through the narrow, cobblestone streets, her thoughts drifting back to Amelie’s whispered words and her own shocking reactions. She found herself wandering through the village square, the dim streetlights casting long shadows across the quiet space. She stopped in the center, looking around the empty... (4,389 words)
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The Plot Thickens as a Blue Slut Mysteriously Disappears
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. This chapter begins with Movie Night and the disappearance of one of the slut. Then it follows JJ, Marcie, and the rest of the sluts as they are trained for ponygirl racing.
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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... (6,234 words)
Chapter 21
As I feared, Seal’s plight impacted my dreams. I woke up with a gasp – I had been trapped in some kind of sensationless black void, unable to hear, see or feel anything. She needed help, but how?
My arrival at the Institute was pretty uneventful, until I opened my locker and found another crude note from Spyder – she wanted me to go meet her in the basement. I frowned – what was it this time? But I couldn’t ignore it either – yes, Spyder was an oddball and perhaps her grasp on reality wasn’t the best, but she knew things, things that others were not willing to tell me. I couldn’t ignore her note. But I would have to get dressed first.
The dressing process went smoothly, leaving me clad head to toe in layers of latex, and rather aroused. What a way to start work! As usual, I was clad in a pale greyish latex dress, along with the chiller, the little cape, the gloves, the hood, the boots…... (6,457 words)
They crested the low hill at the usual canter, then stopped, Davinda wanting to make sure her mount had something left in its tank for the final ride home. The sweating, panting mare, named Jumana, clamped tightly between her thighs, didn’t have a tank, of course, but it was a useful expression; she knew what it meant, and that was all that counted.
“Whoa, girl, whoa!” The green-skinned Goblin girl, Davinda, yanked hard on the reins attached to the drool-smeared mouth bit of her blown and near-exhausted mount, bringing the beast to a shuddering halt. The big mare managed to arrest its forward momentum with only a couple of extra strides before it stood motionless just beyond the point where the dusty track began its winding descent to the plain below.
Or relatively motionless, its hoofs and lower limbs trembling slightly while the creature's heaving chest desperately fought to regain its breath, its mouth twisting back and forth, working that cruel bit in an... (3,275 words)
Chapter 8
Morgan buttoned up her shirt and wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Thanks. That was great,” Eddie said, catching his breath zipping up his pants.
“Don’t mention it,” replied Morgan “I like blowing boys like you. I gotta go. I got third period geometry.”
“I’ll catch you later then?” asked Eddie anticipating a response.
Morgan just gave a back-handed wave as she walked away. She really didn’t care about him. She just wanted to give him a blowjob and taste his cum.
She appeared to be the alpha bitch in control of the situation. But in reality, at the tender age of 18 she was really looking for a guy that would grab the back of her head and force his load down her throat.
Ever since she could remember she had an appetite for sex and she masturbated at least once a day. One day she was looking at a porn site and stumbled upon some bondage pictures. At first, she turned away, appalled at... (3,296 words)
17. Stable
"… And this is the girl you've come to see - our prize filly, Saffron."
Where am I? Is this hay? Am I… naked?
"I call her Saffy for short." The woman looks like a farmer, dressed in denim overalls and a plaid shirt. She stretches her arm into the stable and makes a clicking sound with her mouth. Is she trying to beckon me?
"She's a little green. But, with a bit of training, she'll make a fine show pony."
"Sophie, did you say?" There's a man with her. Is that… "Wow! She's a beauty." Mark? "Hello, Sophie…" He peers down at me over the gate of my stable. And he's wearing a stetson! Heh, he looks so dumb.
"Aye, she's definitely the prettiest of my lot," she nudges Mark with her elbow, "but don't tell the other ponies I said that, eh?"
Suddenly I'm very aware of my nakedness. I curl up, trying to cover myself. I try to call out, "Mark! What the hell is going on?!" But the only sound that comes out of my... (2,703 words)
My boyfriend and I were pretty serious at this point. We’ve been seeing each other, fairly exclusively, for a couple years and things were going quite well. We’d had a couple temporary break-ups and separations, but we always found a way to come back together. I never wondered or asked what he did while we were apart, and, thankfully, he never asked me either.
I said all that, because it’s important to the story. My boyfriend, John, was certainly a catch, but a risky one. He had above-average looks and a nice physique after years as a construction worker. No, he wasn’t a paunchy, hairy guy from the road crews, he built houses and always had steady work and did okay for himself. The risk was his intellect and his sex drive. John was not the sharpest crayon in the box. He was just a simple guy with not a lot of common sense and even less book smarts. Add to that a pretty insatiable desire to chase women and get them into bed, or the floor, or a bathroom... (5,458 words)
The Citadel
Sonia and her colleagues trailed Amelie through the winding corridors of the old citadel, surrounded by the cold, damp stone walls that seemed to breathe the shadows of history. The citadel in Bitche, burrowed deep into the rock, felt far from the castles they’d toured earlier that week. This place was no grand hall of royalty but a citadel designed to survive siege after siege, and as they descended further, Sonia could feel the air grow heavier.
As they entered a low-lit chamber, Amelie paused and gestured around. The room was packed with chains, stocks, and various iron restraints, all displayed with an eerie sort of pride. “This is one of the more… unique parts of our exhibit,” she explained with a smile. “Though it isn’t part of the original citadel, we’re hosting a collection of medieval restraint devices. Quite rare to see them all together like this.”
Sonia’s eyes widened as she... (4,985 words)
Continues from part 13
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The slaves learn what it means to be a ponygirl
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. This fourteenth chapter introduces the hierarchy of hair. JJ and the other slut-slaves lose the short hair that has grown back on their heads. Meanwhile, Marcie and the other masters-to-be are given the skimpy white bottoms that signify a Master in training at 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 contain strong or even... (6,286 words)
Chapter 20
Sealed
I woke up feeling groggy and a bit confused. My dreams had been a strange reliving of yesterday’s events in the bondage dormitory, except Boilerman was looming everywhere – looking into a window, hidden behind a door, under the beds… it felt like the constant switch from fear to arousal to fear again had impeded my rest.
I emailed Margaret to let her know I was going to the Institute directly. The drive there was filled with trepidation, the good feelings of the quite wonderful Saturday evening had been ruined by yesterday’s strange discovery. What was I supposed to do? Pretend nothing happened, play dumb and keep my eyes open? No, that wouldn’t do – I would have to raise the issue. I couldn’t keep going with this shadow looming over my head. At least I had solved the mystery of the pipes Spyder had ranted about.
But first I had to get dressed. I left my jacket and boots in the small locker and... (3,017 words)
16. Side-Effects
Relapse
"So, Mark, what brought you to me today?"
I needed help.
"It says here you're suffering from melancholy, hyper-sexuality, and countless perversions."
If the straightjacket fits…
"Based on your medical history and initial tests, I believe these symptoms are being caused by an excess of semen. When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
The jacket held me snug in my own embrace. The straps between my legs were pulled tight, squeezing and framing my naked cock. A short chain joined together thick leather cuffs around my ankles. Another chain from the back of my collar held me to the wall of my padded cell. A leather strap in my mouth kept me from speaking. Biting. There was no escaping.
"No matter. Rest assured, Mark, your condition is perfectly treatable. We can start immediately."
Doctor Sienna was a foreboding figure. She loomed over me in six-inch heels. The harsh, artificial lights glared off her latex uniform -... (2,753 words)