A couple of years ago, I began mowing lawns and doing small landscaping jobs to earn some extra spending money. It was a modest investment with a tantalizing potential. In our small town, the only job options seemed to be fast food joints, the pizza place, the convenience mart, or the grocery store. None of those options appealed to me. I craved freedom in my daily life and the joy of being outdoors when the weather was p...

[Starring Dr. Vivienne LaCroix, Psychiatrist, and her patient Robert McCabe, who is Dr. Vivienne’s current student at University of Michigan] I love to tease him like this for hours and sometimes days. I giggle every time as he whimpers and begs, denying him the release he desires so desperately. I love to see the frustration in his eyes, as I gently stroke it and smile sweetly. Sometimes I like to slowly flick it with my...

In all his eighteen years or so of being alive, going to the doctor's office was never fun. Much like having a finger shoved up his butt, though as miserable as that was it was still a long way from what Thomas was feeling right now. Especially since his chastity cage had just been removed an hour or so ago, and so sitting there in the lobby of the waiting room he really couldn't be blamed for not wanting to stay still. A...

“Well,” said Vianne, slapping her palms against her muscular thighs in that definitive way that I’d been dreading. “We’ve got an early morning ahead of us.” “Of course, of course,” said Debbie, one of the two older American women resting at the near edge of the pool, with a margarita perched on the tile rim between her hands. Debbie’s wife, Diane, nodded beside her and reached up to my deck chair to squeeze my hand, and r...

My breath strains: body tied, gagged and splayed. Condensed milk drips down my hair and over my ruined stockings while spittle rattles out the air holes of my oblong gag. The foldable chair squeaks as I struggle against the twine binding my wrists tight behind my back. In front of me, my Miss towers over my helpless body, steel-toed combat boots clacking over the hardwood floor. All the while, my cellphone buzzes loudly a...

You’d better be alone, and naked, somewhere private and secure. If you’re not, hit pause, and come back when you’re actually ready for me. Are you ready? Are you naked? Are you safe from being interrupted? By anyone other than me of course. Good. Now, have you been good for me? If you're sneaking this time with me after less than three days of abstinence, we're going to have to start with a little punishment for being so...

Two weeks later, Sarah found herself staring once again at her shoes. And not because she was in trouble again or anything like that, though the feeling was close. Like every other time she found herself standing in front of the headmaster’s office with her fingers picking at the edges of her skirt, and if the familiar metal presence of her chastity belt had anything to say about that, then it certainly didn’t help. Nor d...

It was the beginning of May at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and between the final few days of the spring semester and the start of the mid-year break, summer fell upon the school with the promise of all it had to offer. In the typical Arcadian fashion of the open-air countryside, however, the season also brought with it a sweltering heat that seemed to swallow everything alive. Birds, beasts, man, and sto...

'Surging testosterone heightens athletic performance. One way to bring about a surge? Sexual arousal.' I stand before a herd of hulking, shirtless muscle men, their ravenous eyes feasting. 'These "performance assistants" will be on the sidelines and in the locker room, ready, waiting. Pre-game, halftime, subbed out, they are yours to use.' 'Now, the rules. You are forbidden to finish. Play with them, fuck them, have them...

FEMALE’S P.OV~ My words shattered his heart. The sound of it wasn’t for my ears or anyone else, but I could see it on his red face. I could hear it through his heavy breaths and I could witness it in his bright eyes. He did not wish to break my rule. “Aww, don’t be sad.” Tugging my fingers into the handcuffs, I yanked it with strength in my arm, pulling his heavy body into a sitting position. “You can still repent.” My li...

“Do you want to do her ankles?” I asked, offering our guest a couple of the fluffy pink handcuff sets from Siobhan’s and my collection. It seemed the thing for a good host to do. “I don’t know, man.” Cayden held back, biting his lip. “I mean, she’s your girl.” “Excuse me,” Siobhan cut in, “I’m my own girl. Woman. Thank you very much. Now be a sweetie and chain my legs open. Nice and tight.” I couldn’t help chuckling at th...

The next day after that was Sunday, and Sunday meant church. Though in this case church ended up being a little bit more than just church with the tightness of the chastity belt reminding her of the beads still stuck up her rear hole. The fullness of which was still there since her mother hadn’t bothered to take them out in the morning, and against the awkwardness of having to sit there for nearly an entire hour on end wi...

I had a friend once, Michel, who was bisexual like me, but you’d never have thought he liked women sexually. He totally presented as gay. I mean… everything about him. Colourful, flamboyant, self-consciously fabulous. Also pretty hot. We hooked up a few times and once, in a post-coital haze after a rather excellent sixty-nining session, we lay there, naked quotation marks in his bed, we talked about women we’d had sex wit...

Store jingles play over the loudspeaker. Customers bustle through the aisles, pushing and shoving to get the best deal while I wonder from under my cotton surgical mask. Do they notice? Can they tell? Catching a whiff of my arousal rising from underneath my skirt, sealed into my already soaked panties by the tight fabric of my knit wool stockings, I can't help but rub my thighs together to feel the wetness spread around m...