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The Box By M John Mathias "Man, I can't believe I lost that last match," Mike grumbled to himself for the umpteenth time since leaving the dojo. He was heading home from Karate class, where he was a brown belt in tae kwon do. "If only I was bigger and stronger," he said to himself, and picked up his pace. He always ran home from class, and today was no exception. He liked running along the railroad tracks, because they ran pretty much from the dojo to his house in a straight...
The Mansion of Zedd - Tina's Box I opened the box I'd found, wondering if there would be anything valuable in it or not. Probably not considering where I'd found it to begin with. The old house just outside of town, though everyone else referred to it as a mansion, was kind of run down and abandoned. No one not even realestate agents ever went there because it was haunted or something. It was about the size of a small hotel I guess, but with lots of that old type architecture I'd...
CHAPTER ONE 'Well? What do you think of that?' Robbie asked proudly. Evadne regarded our finished work dubiously. 'It's bigger than I thought,' she said at last. Robbie bridled. 'It's made to the the specified size,' he said stiffly. 'Inside measurements, four feet long, three feet wide, and three feet high, with a foot of insulation all round.' 'But will it work?' Rebecca asked. 'I mean, is it really sound-proof, and will it be warm enough inside?' Robbie shrugged. 'It should be...
CHAPTER ONE 'Well? What do you think?' Robbie asked proudly. Evadne regarded our finished work dubiously. 'It's bigger than I thought,' she said at last. Robbie bridled. 'It's made to the the specified size,' he said stiffly. 'Four feet long, three feet wide, and three feet high on the inside.' 'But will it work?' Rebecca asked. 'I mean, is it really sound-proof, and will it be warm enough inside?' Robbie shrugged. 'It should be sound-proof enough for our client's purposes,' he...
Uncle Pete's Box by Grimbo I hadn't heard from Uncle Pete in almost two years. Mom was the one to bring the bad news to me. Uncle Pete had died whiledriving home from work. A tractor trailer truck driver had fallen asleep while driving and he ran over uncle Pete's car on the highway. Not the way he wanted to go, but a least the end came quickly. We went to uncle Pete's funeral two days later. I wish I could say that I missed him, but since I went off to college, we had grown apart....
The Box By RH Music Chapter 1 "Thunk, thunk," a noise, from inside the box. The cable from the machine twitched, causing a twinge of pain in my crotch where the cable entered my body. "Whirrrrr..." The machine buzzed for a second. "Thunk, thunk," it continued. I could feel something shifting in my abdomen. "Thunk, thunk," This continued for about five minutes, and then: "Ping!" The cable detached itself and zipped back into the box by the side of the...
‘Ron honey, I’m home,’ Swiveling my recliner around I noticed that my wife Gerry had her arms full of bags that were stuffed full of goodies of some kind or other. She and her girlfriend Freda had spent the day at their favorite past time, shopping and stopping off at all of the garage sales. I’d spent the day trying to get the grass mowed as the rains had been extensive and after several weeks the grass had frankly gotten away from me. Gerry walked to the fireplace while reaching into a...
In the cut throat world of stage magic, Scarlet was at the sharp end. Huge competition for gigs ensured that magicians guarded their own secrets jealously and envied any competitor whose act was more cutting edge than their own with a passion.None were more jealous and envious than Francisco the Magnificent. He’d already gone to great lengths to conceal that he was really plain old Frank Potts, descended from a long line of slate miners. His rise to the pinnacle of his profession he owed to a...
ReluctanceLinice’s boss wants more from her than her nine to five work output. Help comes from the past; the far, distant past. If you can hold on, the sexy part is not far ahead. Part I. His Little Brown Box Jed Maroni at 20 years old wasn’t like the other young men that grew up with him in Saintly Hallows. Whereas his neighbor friends had smart phones, iPods and video games, girlfriends and big plans for their future, Jed was happy with less. He was 18 when his parents died in a plane crash. Jed...
SupernaturalTHE BOX I must acknowledge Mike Vickers, whose "TotalRubber Occlusion" set this whole thing in motion and also The House ofGord for never ceasing to give me ideas…. A bright sunny morning. She wanted coffee and croissants. He asked if she were pregnant. She slapped him. It was a normal Saturday. He eased himself through the door balancing the cardboard platter in onehand. A ray of sunlight filled with dust motes nearly blinded him, but he stumbledonward and through the door to the front...
Jack in the Box By Morpheus The basement was a dark and dismal hole that was filled with random clutter that hadn't been cleaned out in decades. There was a layer of dust and spider webs which grew thicker with each footstep taken towards the back. And as the furthest light bulb had long since burned out without being replaced, those depths became even more foreboding. "What the hell are we doing here again?" Ian demanded as he looked around. "I swear, that dust bunny just...
All three were 8th graders. Janet was 14, Corinne was 14, Maggie was 14. "Let's go to the library," Janet said. "I want to go to the mall," Corinne objected. Maggie argued for going to Barnes and Noble to look at the new Lucy Conover book. "Lucy Conover!" Janet scoffed. "Lucy Conover?" Corinne said in surprise. "What's wrong with Lucy Conover?" Maggie wanted to know. Janet laughed. Corinne looked embarrassed. Maggie frowned and blushed bright red. "I like Lucy Conover," she...
Magic Box By Adrienne K. I looked at the box curiously. It was about the size of a shoebox and made out of some sort of grey stone. The box itself wasn't what intrigued me. On the top of the box was some sort of puzzle lock. The pieces moved, but the former owner had no idea how to open it. For five dollars, I figured it was worth finding out. The inscriptions on the side were worn down, but even if they were clear, I had no idea what they meant. They were written in some foreign...
Amy's Box (F, self-bd, enem, elec, mast)By Molly SCopyright (c) Molly S. This story may be distributedso long as no charge is made and the text remainsunaltered. For any other use [email protected] welcome, let me know if you want more!======================================================= F, self-bd, enem, elec, mast It contains material that some people may find offensive. This work is a piece of fiction. The author does not condone any of the actions...
SRU: Curse Box By Morpheus The sign, proudly pronouncing the store as Spells R Us hung just over the door, looking slightly worn. That was the first thing to catch Donald Spellings eye. The second was the smell of things old, that slight mustiness that seems to hover around all old things. As a collector of antiques, Donald was very familiar with that smell, and it drew him into the store, like a bee to honey. Donald smiled faintly as he looked around, seeing a large variety...
This story is heavily inspired by the story Shall We Play A Game by Lisa Teez over at mcstories http://www.mcstories.com/ShallWePlayAGame/ShallWePlayAGame.html), so if you like it please go read the original. It is one of my favorites. I added a TG element to make the slow, plodding inevitability of the narrator's change into a physical one instead of a mental one as the original story does. Also, I kept the narrator nameless in an effort to place yourself into the role. I hope it...
What manner of place is this? No light. No sound. I quell the terror rising in my breast and strain to listen, to hear beyond the muffled space into which I am squeezed. Timbers creak. The Earth groans. In the ensuing silence, I sense my own pulse; slow and distant as the stars; shallow as a leafy grave. I remember nothing. Nothing but a name. Daniel. The name opens a door. Now I remember Daniel. Rough, playful hands. Soft, skilful lips. I remember his flesh swelling in my disbelieving hands,...
SupernaturalThe Box By Wendi Lynne I?m not sure how I got here. It?s dark; pitch dark. I am naked, my mouth is extremely dry and I?m a little dizzy. The last thing I remember is sitting with my wife at the restaurant, eating dinner. She is so beautiful, it?s our 10th anniversary and I love her as much today as when we first married. MY WIFE!! Bamm!! OW! Shit! I just found out that I don?t have much headroom in here. In fact I don?t have much room at all, I?d say maybe 4 feet square....
The Penalty Box The Penalty BoxBy Tyjord Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the...
Hey, folks, my name’s Frank Gordon. My buddy, Dave Jacobs told me I should write this story up and post in on here. I’ve read some stuff he’s posted. Difference is, his is something he cooked up while sitting back with a glass of Mr. Daniel’s Gentleman Jack Tennessee whiskey. (That is some good stuff. Dave has shared several with me.) Anyway, I’m a neighbor of Dave’s here in Peachtree Corners, GA. A few months ago, we had this little storm blow through. Luckily old Irma was not a bad as Harvey....
Two days after my mother's funeral, I got a call from a local number that wasn't in my contacts. "Mrs. Lenoir? Mrs. Helen Lenoir?" a deep male voice asked. "Yes, this is her. Who's asking?" I asked. Clearing his voice, he started, "My name is Peter Benfort, I'm sorry for your loss. I'm deeply sorry. Your mother was an amazing woman..." I interrupted him. He was talking like he knew my mother, but I've never heard his name, "I'm sorry. Do I know you? You seem to know my mother, but I have no...
Straight SexWe found the ramp and began making our way up the spiral. Ashley had her phone to her ear. "Yes, I know about it. I was filming ... No, I didn't put my video on YouTube." "Sooner," Lenore and I said in unison. "Look, we're trying to get to our seats," Ashley said. "No one here is hurt or anything." "No one?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder. Lenore giggled. "Morgan told us about how this security company has been known to try to shake down some of the luxury box ticket...
The Jade Box By Genni Smith 'Phone Susan,' Emma, the receptionist told her. 'It's your daughter.' Susan Denton looked at her watch and frowned. With a mother's intuition she knew something must be wrong. 'Jade. What's up?' 'You better get home mum.' Jade's voice betrayed her normally stoic approach to all emergencies. 'What's wrong? Is it Stuart?' 'Sort of. Just come home. Please.' On the twenty-minute drive back to her house all manner of possibilities ran through the...
Master gave me permission to have tyrel, a slave friend help me with construction of the box I was to be enclosed in. It was very precise in it's measurements to make sure to hold me comfortable in position. I would be lying on my back with my head dropped back. There was a hole for access to my mouth. It was even contoured so I could lick a cunt if one were offered. But the rest of the box, my head hung in, was blacked out and I would be wearing ear plugs. My legs were spread wide and bent...
Nelson couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to come up with his idea as he hurried home from school. His box from Amazon was supposed to arrive today, and he didn’t want anyone, especially one of his sisters to find it before he got it safely out of sight. Nelson was a pretty normal looking senior, with short blond hair and a skinny adolescent build that had caused its fair share of friendly teasing over the years. Fortunately, he had a ready smile and was a genuinely nice guy so...
Andi ... Chapter 6 ... The Box "If you'd like to follow me Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now heading towards the box room. The box is a more intense version of the subliminal programming, it is also used as a punishment in certain cases." "A punishment?" came a voice from the crowd. "Yes, as I said previously, the program doesn't always work with all our pupils, and sometimes more drastic measures have to be taken, alas, sometimes these measures have to be repeated as a...
THE BOX By Hungry Guy Gail drove down the quiet suburban street on a Thursday evening and pulled into a driveway of a house that looked like a cookie-cutter image of all the others in the neighborhood. She picked up her clipboard and glanced at the couple in the back seat of her car. "This home is right in your price range, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It has a finished basement, and two large bedrooms." The woman in the back glanced at her husband and said "Looks okay from the outside. ...
It started out as a room. Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart. Cindy wasn't sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda's voice. Commanding her to sleep. Commanding her to obey. Commanding her to watch the lights. The pretty, flashing lights. They sparkled....
It started out as a room. Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart. Cindy wasn't sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda's voice. Commanding her to sleep. Commanding her to obey. Commanding her to watch the lights. The pretty, flashing lights. They sparkled....
LesbianThe BoxMistress and I had been talking about making our relationship permanent for about a year. We had a contract but it had expired and she had been on the fence about wanting to take me on full time. And then for about six months she had a girlfriend who didn’t want me in Mistress’ life. Once they broke up, she asked me if I wanted to start up our relationship again. And then I hesitated.The reality of being a slave to a powerful woman is actually much harder and less sexy than the...
At last it was finished, and ready to use, if only Cheryl could ever pluck up the courage to do so. she had spent three years designing it, and a further two years building it, in her basement, after work and at weekends.But now. it was ready, and all the pipes and tubes glistened under the bright cellar lights. Cheryl had read about something on a story site some five years ago, and had wondered if it were possible to design a machine that could, and would, make it a solo effort, no-one...
I stared at the five items spread out over the coffee table, which Luke had removed from the box for me. I felt too afraid to touch them, which I understood was ridiculous, but true nonetheless. I hadn't had any idea what to expect when I opened my birthday present, but I could honestly say that I hadn't imagined what I did get. I guess in part, I'd thought it would be another letter, and maybe an item that had meant a lot to my mother. But, there was no letter. In that wrapped shoebox,...
Her Box This story may sound like it is about multiple personalities and as crossdressers, at times it feels like it is or that it might be easier, if it were. I doubt we would really want that. This is about the life of a real crossdresser. While the story is a work of fiction it does have roots that tie it to true events. It's been another long drive as I pull into the hotel. I'm beat. I step out of the car stretching my legs. The usual routine of wheeling my suitcase...
Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and have themes of bondage, feminization and other deviant sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Synopsis: Mistress Dyvia has her way with a girl's mind,...
Lightning raced horizontally across the night sky illuminating briefly a cloaked figure carrying boxes from an older Camry into a deserted barn. Looking skyward at the approaching storm, the figure knew intuitively that rain would shortly be pouring from the heavens.There's an old saying that a barn will stand forever as long as it has a good roof; this particular barn did indeed have a good roof. However, after years of abandonment and neglect, the rest of the structure was in great need of...
Monster SexThe Magic Phone Box By Donna Dee It was, by any standards, a luxury apartment. That it was located in the centre of London and had secure underground parking for two cars would have been enough to guarantee a huge selling price, but that was only the start. Scarcely a sound penetrated the triple glazed windows and soundproofed walls; the lounge was large enough to hold a mini convention and both bedrooms had king sized four-poster beds that swallowed you up at night. The kitchen was...
Candi Box By Zedd I volunteered to watch over my girlfriends place until she came back from her trip to Las Vegas. She was already filthy rich! The house she had was furnished exquisitely, with real paintings hanging on the walls, and real sculptures sitting on oak or marble pedestals. I made myself comfortable easily enough, and mostly watched television or read until her return. After a few days of this however, I found myself exploring every nook and crack she had in the...
Gail drove down the quiet suburban street on a Thursday evening and pulled into a driveway of a house that looked like a cookie-cutter image of all the others in the neighborhood. She picked up her clipboard and glanced at the couple in the back seat of her car. "This home is right in your price range, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It has a finished basement, and two large bedrooms." The woman in the back glanced at her husband and said "Looks okay from the outside. What do you think, honey?" The...
By Oediplex Onward and upward; on you know who (mom), up you know where, wish I were there! I walked into my apartment and found my mother crying in my living room. Now, mom has a key to my place and sometimes she lets herself in to surprise her divorced son with a dinner, which I always was grateful for; though I would have eaten another sort of ‘dish’ of my mother’s if my fantasies ever came true. So I wasn’t too surprised by her being there, but I was most concerned by her...
Frank's Box By Pilgrim Frank was off again for class. He was an excellent student and had a keen interest in his college classes. Today was a full day of classes, and the only problem he had with that is he couldn't ever concentrate on one class at a time. A fairly good-looking male, Frank stood six feet two inches tall with brown hair and brown eyes. He was slim but not a stick, and he carried himself in a presentable manner. During high school, Frank was an average athlete...
This story contains adult content and unusual transgendered sex. If you are not of legal age in your place of residence, then don't read it. The Box By Maria Chapter 1 Jack looked out over the cliff and saw a pleasant view ? the patches of trees, square farm plots with orderly rows of crops, and the wooded hills were beautiful. Mile after mile, the views went. In the distance to the west, a farmhouse with a silo. A bit to the east, on a smallish ridge, Jack could make out a...
The guard grinned, as he looked at the sexy redhead. "I'm sorry Miss, I can't let you through without a pass. Besides, the lab is closed for the evening." "Who said I wanted to go in there?" she said in a sexy whisper. "I was just thinking how lonely you must be, sitting in that booth all night." The woman leaned closer to the bulletproof glass, and unzipped her tight leather jacket, just a little. The guard's eyes grew large, when he saw that she wore nothing beneath it. She winked...
My Pleasure Box by Riss Kay 19 September 2004 This is my life. I am the happy of one man named Lionel; most people call him Lie. He dresses me, feeds me and nonstop pleasures me. I wear always head-to-toe black leather, usually with a gagball in my mouth, unless he wants me to suck his dick, which is uncommon. The leather covers my fingers, feet and penis. There are only a few holes in the entire suit -- two for my eyes, two smaller ones for my nostrils, one for my mouth that is usually useless...
GayThis story is dedicated to a new friend of min on www.xhamster. Without her I would not have come up with the plot for this story so I want to thank her for making this suggestion. I took a few liberties as the story progresses so hope she approves. Like all my stories on this site, this is 100% fabrication, it is make believe, none of the things described actually happened. None of the names represent real people or places. If you like the story I’d be pleased to hear so. If you hate the...
This story is dedicated to a new friend of min on www.xhamster. Without her I would not have come up with the plot for this story so I want to thank her for making this suggestion. I took a few liberties as the story progresses so hope she approves.Like all my stories on this site, this is 100% fabrication, it is make believe, none of the things described actually happened. None of the names represent real people or places. If you like the story I’d be pleased to hear so. If you hate the...
One good thing about the impending destruction of all privacy rights in our country: It will be hard to blackmail anyone. Our lives will be laid open and bare for all to see. As a person who makes her living uncovering secrets, the destruction of privacy rights spells disaster for my income. Banking I spent extra time Monday morning putting my makeup and clothes together. Taking a day off is always dangerous. I have to remember every detail of who I am and rehearse my role in front of the...
Cherry pulled into the garage after a long week at work. Damn, she thought, I forgot to get the mail. She debated whether to be lazy and get it tomorrow or walk back and get it now. Getting it now won out. As she opened the mailbox she was surprised to find a package. I have not ordered anything, she thought. As she pulled out the square brown paper wrapped box that seemed heavy for its size she heard a jangling noise. She examined the box. No return address and no post mark. She frowned and...
Moving a heavy box, Eliza wipes sweat off her forehead. She has been cleaning out her grandparents’ attic for almost three hours now. They have always been something like pack rats, keeping anything and everything they have found. Though, now that her grandfather has passed and her grandmother is moving into a retirement home, everything has to go. Grabbing another box, something that was propped against it fell onto the floor, sending a flurry of dust at the teen girl. This triggers a coughing...
FantasyCherry pulled into the garage after a long week at work. Damn, she thought, I forgot to get the mail. She debated whether to be lazy and get it tomorrow or walk back and get it now. Getting it now won out. As she opened the mailbox she was surprised to find a package. I have not ordered anything, she thought. As she pulled out the square brown paper wrapped box that seemed heavy for its size she heard a jangling noise. She examined the box. No return address and no post mark. She frowned and...
BDSM“Abigail!” He ran out the door and gave me the tightest hug that I have received since I'd left. “I am so glad to see you!” It felt good, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him as I watched the rest of my immediate family file out of the home. My brother, Andrew, hugged me next while my aunts and uncles attempted to fire all of their questions out about my recent adventures. However, knowing that I was tired from my long journey, my father quickly stepped in. “Leave the poor girl alone,”...
Based on the name, Honey Play Box sounds like it could result in a lot of sticky fingers and messes that are difficult to clean up. After spending the morning perusing the site, I can only confirm that’s true. Not because they’re a literal box full of liquid bee sugar, but because they offer the type of adult toys intended to help you generate your own syrupy emissions. If all goes well, the dudes will be blowing loads of cum and the girls will be squirting. You know, these gizmos might be a...
Online Sex Toys ShopsAs I was helping Fran move into her new house, I discovered that one of the boxes I was loading into my truck was filled with sex toys. There were vibrators, dildos, and anal toys as well. I stashed the box away for later examination. I finished moving her Saturday evening. The rest of the week I thought about how to get to know Fran a little better. Early the next Saturday morning I drove over to Fran's house. The sun was just coming up and the neighborhood was quiet. I called Fran from my...
ToysI was in the confession box having a wank. I knew it was fucked up but it was the only goddamn place I could do it in the church after hours. I was at a church retreat with my catholic high school. This is what you get with Catholics. Instead of a night partying you have to get locked in a fucking cathedral on a Friday because of Jesus or some stupid shit. So I'm having a wank in the confession box, and I hear some shuffling. A woman's talking, and she's saying "father forgive me for the...
***Reading prior stories is a good idea, but, not required.***My wife didn't particularly enjoy having her pussy licked. As it's my favorite activity, it's a bit of a disappointment, but, not the end of the world. Our sex life was anything but dull, especially with the recent development of her asking for an open marriage. (Remind me to tell you about that, later.) What she lacked in enthusiasm for cunnilingus, she made up for by being imaginative. The incident about which I am going to...
Pandora?s box Pandora?s box????????????????? An error of judgementAs the rope started to bite into my wrists I struggled to turn my body and pull my arms out from behind my back. My efforts had no effect, and my captor?s hold on my arms remained vice-like as the rope was wound around and between my wrists. I glanced at the mirrored door of the wardrobe to one side and saw myself, standing in only my bra and panties, while my hands were tied by another partially naked woman standing...
Chris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. “Never ending, man,” his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. “Feels like it.” “At least the scenery ain’t bad.” After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy – one of the cashiers – working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a trucker who...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held old baseball cards or magazines or half-shattered china. They stacked up upon each other in attics and basements and supply closets. Not...
FantasyI held her up against the corridor wall with my hands supporting her hips. The bunched-up silkiness of her shiny black skirt made rustling noises, as my dick rubbed back and forth below the folds, making probing thrusts deep inside her. Mariah was panting heavily and making little mewing sounds as I thrust again and again, each time reaching a new depth. Her thighs perched on my hips, her long fingernails scrabbled at the cardboard of the stacks of boxes on each side of us in the back corridor...