Fetish

Weeks of waiting were finally over. Today, at long last, the Post Office delivered my highly anticipated order, whose shipping box now laying in my trembling hands. The box was plainly wrapped and held no indication to the true value of the contents within. I could barely contain the growing excitement within as I eagerly signed for it, knowing full well what lay inside. Quickly closing the door, I turned and skipped across the living room into the kitchen to obtain a pair of scissors. Setting the package on the kitchen table, I quickly, and very carefully, cut through the packaging tape.

I was visiting my English professor, Dr. Ann Brown. We were alone in her office. We had become friends over the 2 yrs I had been in her classes. I was very fond of her. Could say I had a crush on her. But being as I was straight, I was very careful not to make too strong an overture. Besides I had my boyfriend Doug to take me out on the weekends, so I didnt want her to get the wrong impression. I didnt believe the talk I heard about her at first. That she liked to play with "little girls", college girls that is. Because she was feminine, always seen in the company of men.

SIE wußte schon lange, daß ihr S/M Spiele großen Spaß machten - allerdings nur, wenn SIE die Ausgelieferte war. Seit ihrer Kindheit fand sie Gefallen an Fesselungen, Doktorspielen und ihre sexuellen Phantasien beherrschte harter Sex. Trotz allen hatte es lange gedauert, daß SIE sich deshalb nicht mehr schämte. Vor einiger Zeit hatte SIE beschlossen, ihre Phantasien auszuleben zumal sie einen Menschen kennengelernt hatte, der diese Neigung teilte und ihr die Welt des SM zeigte.

A not so innocent girl experiences a long, slow loss of humanity.

A young woman on her Vegas vacation is invited to a private BDSM party and finds herself the main stage attraction.

Rubber In The Night

Bliss was irritated, it had been a long day at the corporate headquarters in Salem, Massachusetts. Why in the world their business was headquartered in such a backwater state, she had no idea, but walking among a bunch of country bumpkins (to her at least) wasn’t even the worst part.

Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman.

It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live.

It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn’t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really…but the sign outside still insisted upon calling itself Art and Supply Depot.

Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices.

“Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned.

“Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her.

“Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good!  I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.”

We took our leave of the shop and walked several blocks to another
place, this one on the 5th floor of a long, but very narrow building.
There was an elevator, but we took the stairs, largely to make me feel
the effects of 136 steps on the plug in my ass and the extremely
arched shoes on my feet. It was a slow torture and very subtle in
design, I thought. I could feel Jun's sperm in my ass, moving fluidly
around the plastic that stretched me so thoroughly. It was not
entirely unpleasant.

The true story of a young American businesswoman who is transferred by
her company to live and work in Tokyo. Once there, Jennifer Cassidy
quickly discovers that even an MBA from Harvard can't prepare her for
the vulgar and misogynistic culture of Corporate Japan. The beautiful
executive finds herself humiliated, debased, and eventually 'sold' to
a Japanese nightclub specializing in BDSM and ritual perversions that
innocent Jennifer could never have imagined.