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The Conjugal Clock by Ashley B. D. Zacharias 1. The Tradition of Discipline ?That’s a clock?? It looked like an ornately carved grandfather clock, but had only a single hand and no numbers on the plain white face. ?It looks old. Is it an antique?? Veronica ran her fingers lightly over the haut relief figures carved into the dark wooden pilasters that ran up the corners, but was embarrassed to examine them too closely – the carvings depicted men and women engaged in all manner of sexual...
The phone rang, and there was the familiar voice again. ‘You will receive two packages today. The first is an earpiece for the phone. You are to keep it in at all times so that I can speak to you immediately. I will be able to see when you have the earpiece in place and you will get your instructions about the second delivery shortly. Today you should dress in your see through bra and knickers with a skirt short enough to show your knickers when you bend forward and see through blouse.’ The...
ReluctanceWhen the room stopped spinning, I fell out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Maggie was eating a bowl of cereal. She looked up at me and gave me a loving smile. "Can I take you up on that rain check tonight, or aren't you feeling well enough?" "I'll be fine. I just need some rest." I didn't tell her that I'd fallen in her sister's bathroom after having sex with our niece. "Good, because I'm more then ready." She licked her lips, and then took another bite. Before I could...
"Yes," the housewife said, "Would you like one?" She handed him the coffe and leaned back against the doorway. She wore capris and a modest short-sleeved button-down blouse. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into...
I woke up and stretched. It was six-thirty, past time to shower and leave for the office if this was a workday. "Charlie, get a move on." Maggie's shout confirmed that I was behind schedule. "Where's Felice?" I didn't want to get undressed if our daughter was still walking around the house. Actually, I did. If she could tease me, then I could tease back. "She left for school. But she's really excited. Tonight we're going out for your favorite - BBQ ribs." Excited for ribs?...
It was right after lunch at work when I got a call announcing that I had "visitors." It is very unusual for anyone to stop by and see me without an appointment. Even my wife calls ahead to coordinate shared lunch plans. So it was a complete and total shock when I saw Zoe standing in the reception area, with what seemed to be a girlfriend in tow. "Zoe!" I didn't offer open arms. The feel of her that close would have brought back memories and provoked a physiological response. I didn't...
It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...
Tick tock goes the clock By SG [email protected] 1: Preparations Some days I really have to question my sanity. Everybody sees the world a little differently but I seem to see it in entirely different dimensions. Most people would look at a laptop with a wireless connection to the world wide web as a convenience or a luxury. To me it was a tool for my dark submissive desires. The thought came to me one night while I surfed the net for arousing pictures of damsels like...
I mulled the incident over and over in my mind. Had I really gone back to 1957 and had sex with, who, a younger version of the old shopkeeper? The math worked out. If she was eighteen back then, adding the difference, she'd be - seventy-two! The exact amount I'd paid for the clock. I needed to see her again, to validate my memories, and to learn what in blazes was going on. I skipped breakfast and went out to my car. On the way, I emptied the mailbox and pawed through the stack. A few...
I sighed as I heard another knock on the door. Surely this wasn’t another interview? My nextone wasn’t due until two and I wanted a quick rest. I’d been interviewing for my new assistant all morning and Iwas absolutely exhausted. “Come in” I said reluctantly, glancing at my clock. Twentyto two. Whoever it was had better make it quick. In stepped Jared. Tall,muscular and such a player. We’d had a steam quickie two weeks ago in thebathroom at the Christmas party and I have to admit I...
Quickie SexI'd screwed things up really good. Oh yeah, I had Maggie back, hornier than ever and much more active in the sack. But as a result of interdependent changes I'd made by going back in time and having first sex with the younger versions of women I knew, I'd lost my daughter Felice. What used to be her room was now an office. "I got your good suit cleaned for the wake," said Maggie as I stared into Felice's old bedroom, now a home office. Damn! And Mrs. Hendricks was still dead, too...
Once again all seemed right in the world. Maggie was my wife again, acting like she had before I began these sexual time excursions. But I had changed. The experiment my pretend daughter Sissy had conducted between me and her friend Joy, had changed me forever. That experiment had taken Joy and me extremely close to intercourse. Then Sissy stepped in, completely naked, to revel the true purpose of the experiment. My own daughter wanted to fuck me! Even though I wanted to fuck someone, anyone,...
“Mmmhh….look at that little ass,” I said to Diana. “John you have to be joking me, she’s like 14 years old and technically your student,” Diana said as a cute girl with a perfect ass walked away wearing a tight school uniform. “Yeah but we both agree she is really hot,” I said. “Does your wife know what a spoil you are?” Diana asked. “No. you’re not going to tell her, are you Diana?” I asked while laughing. I sat back in my chair with an evil grin on my face. We sat there in silence for...
Diana and I work at a Private school in the city as teachers, to be honest, the job is boring with all the teaching and staff meetings and to keep ourselves entertained we have to keep ourselves with odd conversations. I’m 28 years old, fairly good looking and I have worked with Diana for about a month.“Mmmhh….look at that little ass,” I said to Diana.“John you have to be joking me, she’s like 14 years old and technically your student,” Diana said as a cute girl with a perfect ass walked away...
“Good morning, Railtrack 125 House, How may I help you?” I answered the phone. Using my sweetest telephone voice. Just then, the guy from the control room, Steve I “think” his name was, came into reception for yet another coffee. They had their own facilities, but I guessed that the coffee machine in reception made better coffee as it was intended for visitors. He gave me his usual cheeky wink, and closed the door as he went back to work. “Mm” I thought “very sexy”. I was really enjoying...
The ClockProvided By: BDSM Librarywww.bdsmlibrary.comSynopsis: 13 stunning female models are k**napped and tortured. The finale is the infamous clock!As I walked into the dungeon I was confronted with a wonderfully erotic sight - 13 stunningly attractive young models hanging from the centre beam by their manacled wrists. Every toned muscle was painfully stretched as the models scrambled to gain any purchase on the floor with their toes to take some of the weight off their abused shoulder...
The ClockProvided By: BDSM Librarywww.bdsmlibrary.comSynopsis: 13 stunning female models are k**napped and tortured. The finale is the infamous clock!As I walked into the dungeon I was confronted with a wonderfully erotic sight - 13 stunningly attractive young models hanging from the centre beam by their manacled wrists. Every toned muscle was painfully stretched as the models scrambled to gain any purchase on the floor with their toes to take some of the weight off their abused shoulder...
THE CLOCK WATCHER PROLOGUE: This is a work of fiction any similarities to persons living or dead is purely accidental. ------------ Helen Winthrop was nearly on top of the world. Sondra, a buxom redhead with similar sexual tastes as Helen was returning from the ladies room, her hips, butt and breasts drawing approving glances from the male and some of the female restaurant patrons. Helen knew that the men had no chance with Sondra, the other ladies, maybe. Sondra worked for a...
“Good morning, Railtrack 125 House, How may I help you?” I answered the phone. Using my sweetest telephone voice. Just then, the guy from the control room, Steve I “think” his name was, came into reception for yet another coffee. They had their own facilities, but I guessed that the coffee machine in reception made better coffee as it was intended for visitors. He gave me his usual cheeky wink, and closed the door as he went back to work. “Mm” I thought “very sexy”. I was...
ExhibitionismI slowly opened my eyes. It appeared to be morning. I sniffed the air and the delicious odors escaping from the kitchen provided further evidence. I did my duty last night with Felice and for once I felt all was right. She had been properly introduced to sex, and well fucked at the same time. The fact that I'd also had great sex was inconsequential: I had done my duty. Throwing on a robe, I descended into the kitchen where Maggie was cooking. With one eyebrow raised, she said, "You came to...
It's Sunday morning! The last four days have been a blur, controlling the sexual life of three women. Having sex with them and directing two of them to give their husbands to the third. They’ve written accounts of their encounters. They’ve begun to share their fantasy lives with me through their Fantasy Journals. They have each confirmed submission through specific tasks. It is my decision today will be a day of rest and reflection, on my end. Because they easily worked as a team to give...
My names Chris, im 23 years old and this is a story of what happened about a month ago. I work in a local Record shop, iv'e been there for a couple of years it's not a ideal job but I enjoy it and it pays my bills. As it's a small shop it never gets very busy so I work there fulltime with my Manageress and a guy that works there at weekends. My Manageress is 42 years old and for the sake of this story i'm going call her Pam. Me and Pam get on really well, we have worked together for a good few...
Group SexIntroduction: This is about Jordan and me, we were (and still are!) close workmates that became very close one particular night alone in a tent! WARNING: SERIOUSLY SEXY! ???? Hay, If youve read another of my true stores, you will already know a tad about me. If not, Hi! My names Josh, Im an actor and I live in the south of England. You will probably also know that I like to detail my stories very much, so it may seem very long but if you want the full benefit of it I do suggest you read all of it...
We are having a lot of work done on the house and l have taken time off work to be at home whilst its done. l haven’t had sex for a couple of weeks and l have enjoyed flirting with the different workmen that come and then masturbating in my bedroom whilst they work away in another room, thinking about them fucking me. The last few days John a 40something and Andy in his 20s have been doing some electrics work and l have been flirting outrageously with John in particular. This morning l...
We are having a lot of work done on the house and l have taken time off work to be at home whilst its done. l haven't had sex for a couple of weeks and l have enjoyed flirting with the different workmen that come and then masturbating in my bedroom whilst they work away in another room, thinking about them fucking me. The last few days John a 40something and Andy in his 20s have been doing some electrics work and l have been flirting outrageously with John in particular. This...
Straight SexDespués de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...
Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...
Love Stories(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...
All I wanted was to talk to some of the engineer to see if they could open up some kind of on the job training that's necessary for being a clock maker. I take the step up to my door and slowly begin to pen it trying to make sure it doesn't squeak… It needs oiled bad. It's late and Kara is probably in bed. I really need to be quiet, if she wakes she wont be able to work well tomorrow and she'll be grumpy. So just quietly open the door.... I’m immediately assaulted with a hug that ruins...
The ClockPart 1As I walked into the dungeon I was confronted with a wonderfully erotic sight - 13 stunningly attractive young models hanging from the centre beam by their manacled wrists. Every toned muscle was painfully stretched as the models scrambled to gain any purchase on the floor with their toes to take some of the weight off their abused shoulder sockets. There was no relief of course. I had carefully adjusted the length of the manacle chains whilst they had been u*********s so that...
I sat alone in the lounge, waiting for the clock to strike nine. Really. I just sat there, getting wetter and hotter the whole time. I damn near came on the spot when the clock chimes began. I had promised I wouldn't touch myself until they started, and I didn't. But as soon as that little hammer dinged the bell for the first time, the hand was indeed faster than the eye. My fingers shot down my pants, and I began caressing myself frantically, moaning and gyrating on the sofa, urged on by...
Transition to Vikki, part six (reworked)Chapters one through eight of original story, completely rewritten (final draft). Story continues from chapter nine as My transition to Vikki.Next chapter of Steven's change into becoming Vikki, initial steps are taken and new friends made.This is the next part of the story, like those before it has been taken back to the laptop and reworked. Additions have been made, some other parts were removed. Typo's were corrected, grammar has been brushed up and...
Transition to Vikki, part five (reworked)Chapters one through eight of original story, completely rewritten (final draft). Story continues from chapter nine as My transition to Vikki.Continuing the story of Steve, Gina and Valerie's sexual adventures after his first encounter. This is the next reworked chapter in the story. Altered, edited and amended to remove typos, grammar errors and story cock ups. This follows the previous parts one to four amended editions.As I've seen from other people's...
Transition to Vikki, part three (reworked)Chapters one through eight of original story, completely rewritten (final draft). Story continues from chapter nine as My transition to Vikki.Next part of how Steven Jennings became Vikki. A new playmate is encountered and life stories of the main characters begin to be told. Following after the two newer rewrites, this one has also been updated. Typos have been corrected, grammar put straight and plot errors sorted out. Some parts have been added,...
Transition to Vikki, part two (reworked)Chapters one through eight of original story, completely rewritten (final draft). Story continues from chapter nine as My transition to Vikki.Continuing the story of Steven Jennings, Gina and his transformation to Vikki. This is part two of the reworked original story. All original scripts have been rewritten to this new format. Changes have been made to streamline the story where I thought it was needed. Typos corrected, grammar put right and story plot...
Transition to Vikki, part one (reworked)Chapters one through eight of original story, completely rewritten (final draft). Story continues from chapter nine as My transition to Vikki.The full story of Steven Jennings and how he left his previous life behind for someone new.This story takes numerous chapters to tell. After most of the original drafts were written well over a year ago, I thought it was high time to take them back to the laptop and look at them again. There they were read through,...
215 Wendy and Andrew reworked This story has been reworked due to hubby sending me his version of his involvement!They were living in Norfolk it was a nice house, not new but very well appointed, it had a long and secluded garden at its rear fenced to 6ft on all sides. A neighbouring house was the only other home in range so the pretty 38year-old Wendy always sunbathed nude. Her husband Andrew and she being the only ones around except as I said the one next-door neighbour, she tended to throw...
II. The good man hard to find. Marcia was soaping the morning coffee carafes in the back room when she heard the jangle of the bells and Walt's cheery "hello." She smiled as she continued to scrub away at the indestructible orange ring at the bottom of the pot, listening to the flirtatious interplay between Walt and Grace, as regular and satisfying as a ritual. At last, Marcia dried her hands on the dish towel. She poked her head around the corner to say "hi." "Hey there," Walt...
Scrap stood in the corner, awaiting my orders. “Scrap time to head home.” In response, the automaton straightened slightly, hissed and clomped toward the door. I opened it, and followed my invention into the dimly lit streets. The streets were half empty, mostly people going home for the evening; every so often a steam car passed by carrying a upper ring citizens or two. As I walked, I became aware of what sounded like a violin from a few blocks away, nearby the clock tower. I headed toward...
Since the clocktower was running well, I was taking the time to clean up the rooms in the clocktower. The last one was the Clockmaster’s; I rarely went up to his room even now. If we wanted to spend time with each other, we spent it either in my room or the sitting room. As I cleaned, I heard the door slam a few floors below over the the gears. I stopped mid-sweep, and called out “Sky are you home?” The sound of metal being hit made me realize the deal had gone sour. Angry footsteps...
Rolling my eyes i began to stack the packages, not bothering to check the labels; I had been working in the packing room of the factory all day and assumed I had them all correct. Scrap stood there, his arms out, shaking and every so often whistling quietly. “Here.” I piled all the parcels into his arms, carefully checking his arms to make sure he could hold the weight. “Please deliver those to the addresses on the labels, Scrap.” He whistled in reply, turning on his brass heel and...
"BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!" Laura Poultney-Davis woke to the sound of loud hammering and rending of timber. "Oh what now! As if that row last night wasn't bad enough I have to be woken up by bloody workmen." She thought back to the argument that had raged the previous evening. She didn't want to marry that peasant from Birchtree Farm. "How can they expect me to even try to seduce such an uncouth slob?" she asked herself. But of course her parents insisted that it would be to her benefit...
Steam was King! Steam was clean, the cheap power to the masses. From the end of the nineteenth century to the end of the twentieth century, steam drove everything. And in that time, inventions were all powered by steam.Big and small, steam was there, the driving force of all industry. And along with steam came the fashions of the time, heavy calico shirts, and dresses, corsets, and trusses for the bodies, hobnail boots, and woollen stockings, all were there. And controlling it all was the vast...
SteampunkTheron won the great sparta and Queen of Sparta. By doing sexual war with Queen Gorgo. [email protected]
FantasyGENTLEMEN’S CLUB RENDEVOUZNOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY IT IS FICTIONOne day, I woke up from a sexy dream and said to myself there is something that I want to do out the ordinary that no one would have never thought that I would never do. That fantasy is to visit a high-end gentlemen’s club in mid-downtown DC‘s business district. I have always been this ‘good girl’ always expect to do the right thing and follow the rules. Some say that I am somewhat prudish and on a conservative side. I want to...
The three workmen were slaving away in the back garden, in the hot sun. Vanessa watched them from the upstairs bedroom window, getting more excited by the second. Under her robe she was wearing a beautiful red basque with a red g-string, black stockings and five inch heels. This was topped off with the tiniest lycra red halterneck dress which barely concealed her ass or bulge. She undid her robe and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long blond hair and heavily made up face looked as good as...
All stories goes on a different path while mines also the same… Sex with girls u have been lusting for years and when u get to fuck her in which ever way you want with a bonus that she asks you to fuck her…. Just amazingggg… Same is my story.. About me I’m Darren from Mumbai,wheatish in colour with medium built and a cock with 7 inch n width of 3 inch rare combination. And my fucking partner my sis her name is radika(name change) fair skin sexy figure her description is in the story… Coming...
IncestTeaching the Sissy Maid Workshop at the MVP, Chapter Five: Day One of the Sissy Maid Workshop Comes to an End After lunch the ladies and their sissy candidates assemble in break-out groups where the candidates are stripped, shaved and locked in chastity as each of the pathetic males experiences new levels of shame and humiliation as they are displayed publicly and most for the first time. As the sissy graduates helped herd the male candidates into the appropriate classroom I...
Author’s Notes: ‘Patchwork Knight’ is set in the Sweet Dreams universe, but is otherwise a standalone story. *** ‘Patchwork Knight’ *** Does everyone remember their first crush with such clarity? Forgetting his is impossible, and if he were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that she is the standard by which every other woman that he has admired or dated is judged, and has found them lacking. He knew that he was not the only one who fell in love with her in those glory days of high...
In the hands of my workmates After moving to L.A. I got a nice new job and of course, new workmates. One of them, a nice guy from my office called Thomas, suggested that we might like to go to a club on Friday evening, in order to meet other coworkers. He said it was a nice place with a small dance floor. Victor agreed, I decided to wear something conservative as I really did not know what the form would be. I dressed in a long flowing skirt zipped up the back, a white blouse, nylon hose and...
I live with a very handsome guy who works the night shift from 10pm to 6am at a local factory, he leaves for work at 9pm so i am on my own from the time he leaves. He left to go to work one night last week as usual so before he left i was dressed in a sexy g string panty lace bra and i was looking real hot so he could think about me all night at work. About ten minutes after he left i heard a knock on the door so i thought he had forgot something so i opened it without thinking that it was his...
In the hands of my workmatesAfter moving to L.A. I got a nice new job and of course, new workmates. One of them, a nice guy from my office called Thomas, suggested that we might like to go to a club on Friday evening, in order to meet other coworkers. He said it was a nice place with a small dance floor. Victor agreed; I decided to wear something conservative as I really did not know what the form would be. I dressed in a long flowing skirt zipped up the back, a white blouse, nylon hose and low...
I fucked workmates wife and her friend over Blacksmiths AnvilThis is an individual story but might be easier to understand after reading Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths AnvilThe next week Julia came in to the quarry for the coal with the car and stopped me in the carpark “I’ve been talking to a friend about daydreams, the one we had last week, she wants the same one”“What with me”“Yes but it has to be two weeks today”“That’s very precise,” I Said“Yes it is, do you want to do...
Workmates Wife Fucked over Blacksmiths AnvilThis happened way back in the very late eighties, I worked one season for the silage contractor before getting a full time job in a quarry. I worked my way up to being a mobile plant fitter. The only time the quarry was quite was a Saturday lunch time when the men that was working the full day got together and we had our bait together, we would have a laugh and take the piss out of each other.One Saturday I told the men about a dream I had about one...
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Sunday--Miss Suzy Premi?re partie "The best things in life are free. The second best are very expensive." Since I de-planed in the Big Apple (I came from Ohio, but am most certainly not a Scientologist--unless an impeccable platinum banded solitaire ring of about five carats is part of the deal) I've had oodles of marriage proposals and was even, briefly, engaged. All very flattering, but I can afford to be choosy--or could. I think it's well past time if a lady is unmarried at 3...
HumorHi friends, myself dinesh (name changed), a engineer by profession, from bhubaneswar, odisha. I am a fan and a regular reader of iss. I like incest and desi section stories a lot. Now I am gonna to narrate my story, which happened with me a year ago. It happens between me and one friend from facebook. Please give your feed-backs on my mail id after reading this incident. I am working in a engineering firm here in bhubaneswar, I am 28 now. At that time I was 27. My height is 5′ 7″, and m just...
I sighed as I heard another knock on the door. Surely this wasn’t another interview? My next one wasn’t due until two and I wanted a quick rest. I’d been interviewing for my new assistant all morning and I was absolutely exhausted. “Come in” I said reluctantly, glancing at my clock. Twenty to two. Whoever it was had better make it quick. In stepped Jared. Tall, muscular and such a player. We’d had a steam quickie two weeks ago in the bathroom at the Christmas party and I have to admit I...