Amys Panties 5 The Reuinion
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Amy's Box (F, self-bd, enem, elec, mast)
By Molly S
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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 herein.
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AMY'S BOX
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Amy excitedly cut open the package. Out came a brand
spanking new cordless drill. She slipped the batteries
in and selected a drill bit of the right size. She
placed a candle in between two books to hold it still
and started to drill.
Amy had specially selected that candle. She picked a
candle soft enough to drill without it cracking but
more importantly is was a very nice purple candle
which smelt good and had a pleasing shape. She wanted
have a object of beauty to perform the special task
she had in mind.
The candle had been very specially prepared. She had
'worn' the candle in her vagina for one hour a day
for the past seven days. Then she marked the candle
with half hour increments to show how much it would
burn in a given time. She burnt another identical
candle to determine the positions of the marks. That
one had been prepared in her ass.
Amy picked the third mark down for one and a half hours
and started to drill. She drilled the hole just off
center, not to damage the wick. The drill was set on
the slowest speed and carefully pressed through as the
wax was very delicate. She fed the end of a piece of
string through the hole and tied a small knot to stop it
slipping through. The candle was added to the tray
holding the other items she needed.
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The letter from her master gave a checklist of what
would be required for her evenings activities.
"Amy, gather the following items for Sunday night"
Prepared candle
String
Butt plug and vibrator in harness
Leather peephole bra
Wrist and ankle cuffs
Knee hobbler
Ring gag
Razors and shaving foam
Pink cotton panties
'Sensual stream' foaming bath and shampoo
Massage oil
Enema bag
4 pints of milk
2 Burglar alarm units and PIR detector
Electro stim
Amy loved rituals. She laid each item out carefully on
her special tray, the one she only used for this
purpose. She carefully caressed each item and nurtured
it before placing it gently down. She had collected
her inventory over the last seven days, each time she
glanced at them it would send shivers up her spine.
Of course the letter wasn't really from her master at
all. In fact she didn't even have one. Amy had
crafted the scene for herself. Amy read the
instructions and followed them.
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"On Saturday night you will not shower and wear the
pink cotton panties to bed. You will masturbate in
them until you fall asleep. On Sunday morning before
you get out of bed you will take off the panties and
masturbate with them until they are sopping wet from
your juices. You must not orgasm during this time"
On her tray now, were a pair of soggy pink panties.
She couldn't help but sniff them, they smelt mainly of
sweat, her vaginal secretions and urine.
"Run yourself a nice hot bath. Use the special bath
oil, soap and shampoo that I have picked out. Spend
a long time pampering yourself my sweet slave. Shave
every part of your body except your head. Manicure
and pedicure your hands and feet. Afterwards use the
massage oils all over your body and fix your make up."
She got out of bed and performed her normal morning
ritual. She urinated into a measuring jug and logged
the amount in her log book. She weighed herself, took
her waist measurement and logged these too. She set
the ten second timer on her digital camera and stood
in the usual place. Front, back, side views then
a bent over exposing her sex.
It was mid afternoon by the time she'd finished her
beauty treatment. She felt beautifully relaxed with
a warm glowing feeling inside of her. For now anyway
she managed to suppress the pangs of loneliness she felt
from not having a loving master of her own.
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"Now my darling slave you pay homage to your lovers.
Place the vibrator and butt plug upright on the floor
six inches apart, vibrator on the left, plug on the
right. Kneel on the floor with your ass high in the
air. Place your left finger in your vagina and your
right in you ass. Only natural lube! You will
alternately kiss the vibrator and butt plug on the
tip. You will lovingly kiss each one 100 times."
Amy loved performing the preparation. She designed
these long rituals to build her anticipation and
frustration. It made her go crazy with lust and
wantonness.
"Practice this ritual slave. One day you may be
required to perform like this for my guests. Think of
the view of your lovely ass and exposed treasures as it
sways back and forth. Make each move considering it's
grace and appeal. Think of those toys as your lovers
my sweet slave and kiss them as you would a lover."
The first 50 kisses were just tedious. Amy
concentrated on entertaining the guests that she wished
were there. She thought about her lovely ass high in
the air. She started with her cheeks clenched together
hiding her secrets, then exposing herself, just a little
at first to tease and titillate. Then more to show just
what a good slave girl she is. Maybe if she's tempting
enough one of them might stick a little something in.
For the next 25 kisses she was hot and the for the last
ones it took all of her self control not so just roll
over and FUCK herself HARD with that vibrator. There
wouldn't have been much left of it if she did. However,
she knew self control is a very important skill in a
good slave and she was proud to have more than enough
practice at that.
Amy is glad the 100 kisses are over. By way of a thank
you she takes the vibrator and sucks it off, just like
a good slave pleasuring her masters penis.
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"It's time for your enema my darling. You may warm
the milk if you wish. Plug yourself with the butt plug
afterwards. Take care not to spill a single drop."
Amy poured the milk into the enema bag, put the cap on
and dropped it into the bath water which was still
warm. She didn't know if she was allowed to use KY
jelly on the enema nozzle, so she didn't and inserted
it instead into her own vagina to coat it with her own
lubricant.
She pressed the nozzle against her ass and slipped it
in. She pumped up the end to keep it in. Amy
couldn't help wriggling it inside her ass. She felt
so very nasty.
She tied the enema bag around her neck and connected
it to the nozzle in her butt. There was no way she
could have taken the whole enema by herself. She would
have felt physically compelled to stop the flow after a
pint or two. To solve this problem she tied herself
with a knotted rope.
Yesterday she had taken a rope and fed it through a
metal ring bolted to the celling. She took the loose
ends and tied 50 knots in them. A pair of handcuffs
were fed through the loop created so that when she
locked the handcuffs around her wrists she would have
to untie all the knots before releasing herself with
the key that was on the floor.
She had timed herself untie those 50 knots and she knew
it would take longer for her to free herself than the
enema would take to work it's way inside her under
gravity. She opened the valve on the enema bag half
way and snapped her hands into the cuffs.
She nearly came as the warm milk entered her body. She
felt like her inner self was being invaded and she was
powerless to prevent it. She wriggled a bit, just as
a happy experiment to see if she could shake the enema
kit free. After a couple of pints her wriggling would
be for a very different reason.
The enema slowly filled her body. After a minute her
bum was filled and the liquid slowly started to fill
her belly. The uncomfortable feelings started and Amy
shuffled and fidget from leg to leg much like people
do when they need to use the loo. She began to worry
a bit and made more of a concerted attempt at undoing
the knots that held her captive to the enemas
ministrations.
After two pints the cramps started. She tried to curl
up to relive the pressure. Being handcuffed to the
ceiling kinda prevented that and she was left to flop
around like a fish out of water.
The third pint was the worst. All she could think
about now was getting the horrible thing out of her
arse. She struggled and wriggled and shook her bum
around but nothing would dislodge the damn device.
All the time she was frantically trying to undo the
knots, all the time enjoying those wonderful sexual
feelings she felt deep within her.
By the time Amy freed herself the pain had somewhat
subsided and became something of a dull ache, not
entirely un-pleasurable. She inserted the butt plug
into her vagina to lubricate it a little. She went
slightly red as she had a passing thought of someone
watching her do this and finding it hilariously funny.
Amy lay on her side on the bathroom floor for few
minutes getting used to holding the liquid. She gently
caressed her distended belly, heavy from the milk and
enjoying the 'I need to poo' feeing that her anal plug
gave her.
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"Now my sweets you will become my bondage slut. Insert
the vibrator and lock it and your butt plug in place
with the harness. Be sure to use pad locks and throw
the keys out onto the back lawn. You can entertain
youself finding them later. Put on the leather
peephole bra the wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and knee
hobbler."
Amy slipped the leather items on. When she had first
got them they had felt hard and sterile, but now after
much use her leather 'friends' had become soft and
supple. They held her nicely.
Although it wasn't in the instructions Amy felt that
her masters intentions were to make her look like
those bondage sluts in the magazines. Although she
didn't really go for any of that fancy shit she thought
her master may have liked it if she dressed up a bit.
So she added to her outfit some fishnet stockings and
suspenders and high heels. Amy strapped some duct tape
around her shoes to bind them onto her feet. She
admired herself in the mirror and apart from looking
slightly pregnant from the enema she thought, yeah I
look quite hot.
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"Now my pretty bondage slut now for your fun. Set up
the burglar alarm. There are two PIR movement
sensors. One will detect people walking by outside and
the other will be pointed at you. Instead of alarm
bells being connected you one will be connect one to
your vibrator and the other to the electro stim shock
unit which you will attach to your nipples."
"Set the alarm and sensors up so each person going by
will give you three minutes of vibration. Each time
you move, 10 seconds of electro stim."
She placed one PIR pointed at the street, and set the
alarm time on it for three minutes. She watched a
couple of people go past to make sure the movement
sensor was set up OK.
She set the other sensor inside the observation box
and put a 10 second bell time on the alarm. She
connected the electro stim unit to the bell output.
Amy spent a while making sure the sensor was set up
right. If it was too sensitive then any little
movement she made would trigger it and she'd be getting
painful shocks all the time. Alternatively if it
wasn't sensitive enough she wouldn't get any shocks
and that would be no fun at all.
Amy had built the observation box as her place for self
bondage. It was a wooden box placed in her front room
in front of the window. The front facing part had a
hole cut out so that Amy could see out into the street.
A fabric mesh covered the hole so people could only
just about see in. A ventilation hole was cut through
the window and into the box which gave Amy air to
breathe but more importantly let sound in, and out.
Amy could have the feeing of being outside while
having the added bonus of having to keep quiet incase
someone herd her and looked over. The sweet fear of
being discovered sent shivers down her spine.
The locking mechanism of the observation box was
operated by a candle. The candle burnt down and
released a string which was connected to the latch on
the door. When the string was released the door could
be opened. The door also released a number of manacles
inside the box so Amy could strap herself in securely
with no hope of escape for the duration.
"I know you'll be very eager to get bound up now so put
your soggy panties into your mouth, hold them in place
with your ring gag. Make sure you pad lock it sweety.
Set your candle up and crawl into your observation box,
padlock your wrist and ankle cuffs together and enjoy!"
Amy was indeed hot and eager to get going by now.
Amy took a long drag on her stinky panties, almost
choked but it made her tingle between her legs. She
had to be fast now. She stuffed the panties into her
mouth and padlocked the ring gag on. She was careful
to arrange it so part of the gusset came though the gag
and she moved it over her nose. She lit the candle,
dialed the alarm codes to activate the alarms and
climbed into the box.
She knelt against the front of the box with her face
on the portal. The front manacle allowed her to strap
her neck in to hold her in the kneeling position. She
pulled the door shut and snapped the padlocks to lock
her ankles and wrists in an upright hogtie. The alarms
beeped to signal their activation and suddenly
everything was quiet.
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Amy relaxed. After what had been days of preparation
then hours to set her bondage up she could now 'lay
back' and enjoy it.
The change that took place as the door shut was
remarkable. The whole morning of moving things around
plugging things in, clattering around and so forth was
in stark contrast to the isolation of doing nothing.
She felt like all of the sudden the sounds, smells,
lights and sensations had disappeared. It was like
stepping off a busy high street into a sensory
depravation chamber.
The clam before the storm.
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At first the manacles and cuffs don't seem to bad. She
doesn't feel like they're doing very much, after all
it was her that put them on. She can get them off
right? Wrong. At first they don't seem real but after
a bit of a wriggle she feels that delicious feeing of
being helplessly restrained. She realizes there is no
hope of escape but she has to test the bounds. She
must feel them, know she is powerless, just a pretty
little bound slave in her box. She begins to relax.
There's nothing for her to do now. She can just be in
her own space. Somehow she feels amazingly free.
The box heated up quite quickly. Panels in the box
allowed ventilation to reach her head but left the body
part of the box warm. Vanes in the box could be moved
to set the temperature. Today it was hot. She soon
became hot and sticky as she writhed around very
carefully trying to pleasure herself on the vibe and
clit stim without setting the electo shock unit off.
She would have been able to smell her sweaty body and
pussy, the hot sweet smell of sex which would have been
very pleasant, but she had something more. By now her
lungs had become warm and as she breathed out her hot
breath filtered through her scented panties absorbing
her pungent odur which lingered around long enough
for her to have to breath it in through her nose.
She tried to push the stinky panties out of her mouth
even though she knew it was impossible. She wondered
if she would if she could. She thought about it for
a while and decided that if her master had right now
taken her panty gag away she would have certainly
whimpered in disappointment and given him that puppy
dog look that said 'please put it back'.
She heard the gurgling sound of her enema, a sound she
knew from experience would soon be follow another cramp
in her stomach. She braced her for the pain incase she
moved and set the electro stim alarm off. Enema cramps
hurt so good out of the bondage but inside where she
has to concentrate on not moving and ride the
sensations they felt great. As the cramp started she
felt her pussy tingle and couldn't help herself taking
another sniff of her panties to heighten the pleasure.
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Outside her neighbor pulled up in his car. He was
quite a hunk and she had always fancied him although
he was married with kids. She looked at his face and
hot body with his tight T-shirt on and wriggled a bit
against the vibe. His wife and kids filed out of the
car.
'Please walk over here!' she thought and whispered
his name out loud. She watched in disappointment as
Tom, Lucy and the kids went into their house.
She began to wonder if anyone was going to walk past
to activate her vibrator. Without any time reference
she didn't really know how much time had passed. It
felt like there were less people then normal. Just
then this guy came along with his dog. Cute guy alert!
The dog was really dodgy though. It looked really
dirty and scruffy.
Amy was positively salivating at the thought of her
impending vibration. Normally she would be able to
pleasure herself by rubbing herself on the vibe and
clit stim, but today she couldn't move because of the
movement sensor and electro shock unit. Today she'd
have to wait.
The guy was almost about to pass Amy's house when the
dog stopped to pee on a lamppost. The cute guy stopped
to watch. 'Arrgh don't do this to me' thought Amy and
whimpered a bit out loud.
The guy got a bit bored and threw his stick up and past
Amy's house. The dog started bounding over to fetch
it straight towards the movement sensor that would set
off Amy's vibe.
Amy's eyes went wide as the realised what was
going to happen. By now she was so hot and would almost
certainly orgasm. She felt appalled thinking she'd get
her first cum of the day, the one that she'd been
painstakingly preparing for and anticipating for so
long, off a ugly, smelly, yucky dog instead of that
nice cute guy. The very thought of that made her feel
so incredibly hot. [Authors note: I really just don't
understand some people!]
Time went by in slow motion as the dog dashed towards
Amy's house. She knew she'd cum straight away and
braced herself to avoid moving and the electric shock.
The dog barked just as it came into the PIR sensors
range and the vibe came on. 'Uuuugghhhhh' Amy was
so wound up she came right as the vibes hit her. She
braced herself against the front of the box and gripped
her ankles to keep still. It took most of her effort
not to cry out.
Amy could hear her heart beating and her head fell
forward stuffing her smelly pissy gusset into her face.
Amy tries oh so hard not to cum she wants to save
herself for later and what an awful way to cum,
vibrated by a smelly mutt. Still, the fire in her
pussy spreads throughout her body. She holds very
still. The stupid dog must have smelt her he's
standing right in front of the window looking up at Amy
with the stick in it's mouth wagging it's scruffy tail.
By the time Amy looks up again the cute guy as walked
pass and he's calling the dog to get a move on. They
leave Amy back again by herself bound, holding very
still to avoid the shocking punishment of the electro
stim, waiting for the next stranger to come along and
vibrate her pussy. Who will it be? Who knows. It's
not up to Amy. She'll just have to wait and see.
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Tom's wife comes out of the house. She was wearing
some stupid orange sweat suit with a filly apron that
held some pruning sheers a garden fork and a trowel.
'Oh my god,' thought Amy, 'I'm going to have to watch
her do the gardening.
She hated Tom's wife. She was always complaining about
one thing or another and giving Amy grief. Lucy was
really pretty but she was such a bitch. Amy always
wanted to take that slut and make her into her slave
while she and Tom got together. It was kinda one of
her fantasies.
As Amy watched Lucy prune the roses she started to
fantasize about her. She'd be sitting at home one day
and out the window see Lucy bringing two men home.
After a while she gets suspicious and goes outside.
Lucy's left the front door open, stupid cow, and she
creeps into the house.
She quietly goes upstairs and finds Lucy going doggy
style with one of the guys while sucking the other guys
cock. Amy bursts into the room and takes some
pictures. Lucy is so preoccupied with enjoying herself
she doesn't notice Amy but the guys do and think it's
great. Just as Lucy is about to start to orgasm Amy
pushes her off the guys and shows her the camera. The
look on that bitch Lucy's face is priceless and she
captures that too for posterity.
That's the basis for Amy's fantasy. Next Lucy keeps
coming round to her to try and get the pictures back
but each time Amy just says, 'one day you'll be mine.'
to keep her hanging. After a while when Lucy comes
round Amy starts to tell her to do things. 'Yap like
a dog.' 'Prance around while I watch.' 'Make your
boobs bounce.' Lucy does them, she wants the photos.
When Amy's had enough she springs it on Lucy. 'You
have one day to think about this. Be my slave or I'll
give Tom the photos tomorrow. I know you'll say yes.
Enjoy your last night of freedom little Lucy, from
tomorrow you're going to be my slave. We're going to
have such fun together.'
Next day in Amy's fantasy Lucy comes by and Amy puts
her the wrist and ankle cuffs on her with the peephole
bra, stockings and suspender. She stuffs her own
smelly juicy panties into Lucy's mouth and locks it in
with the ring gag. She locks the vibrator and enema
kit into Lucy's tender holes puts the electro stims
onto Lucy's nipples and hog locks her into the
observation box.
Amy wriggles around as much as she can on the vibrator
thinking about her fantasy, pretending she's really
Lucy in the box. If only that were true it'd make her
so very hot. And she'd have Tom!
As her moist breath soaked up into her knickers the
gusset in front of her nose started to get wet.
Previously parts of it had stiffened with her dried
juices and those parts now started to dissolve in her
breath. Now Amy had a new smell to torment her as most
of her urine was dried on in this area. It reminded
her that she hadn't peed since the morning and she
became suddenly aware that her bladder was full.
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She ignores Lucy gardening now. She knows she has to
pee. It's all been worked out though. The observation
box has a waterproof floor and she can wet herself
safely. The only thing is though, how long does she
have left to go because if she pees she'll have to
endure the dampness down there and the musty smell of
piss for the remaining time. She decides to hold it
for as long as she can. She tries to think of
something else. Anything else. Whatever.
But she can't. All she can think of is urinating.
What makes it worse is that Little Miss Bitch Lucy is
now watering the garden with a hose and her kids are
out side shooting each other with water pistols. 'Damn
kids,' Amy thinks, 'I should just go out there with a
water pistol filled with piss and shoot them' and a bit
of urine dribbles down her leg. It feels hot and sexy.
Amy can't hold it any longer and lets loose. She
breaths a sigh of relief as she, err, relieves herself
all over herself. She can feel it running between her
toes and it makes splashing and squelching sounds when
she moves. It's all nice and warm though and is smells
kinda kinky. She lets it go out slowly, savoring
every moment.
Just then she opens her eyes and sees Tom. He's
standing right on the edge of the lawn and just about
to trip the sensor off. She's been wanting an orgasm
from Tom forever. She grinds herself against the clit
stim and squeezes the vibe with her pussy.
'Pleeeeasseee' Amy whimpers but Tom just stands there.
He's so close, just a few more inches. Amy humps the
vibe as much as she dares to avoid setting the shock
unit off. She gets herself hotter and hotter, she's so
close to the edge of her Tom orgasm, but he's just
standing there, teasing and frustrating her. She can't
cum without the vibes. The humiliation of having to
masturbate and having her orgasm at the mercy of her
Tom heightened her excitement. 'Please Tom make me cum,
make me cum' And just as more pee rolls down her leg
Tom trips the sensor.
It's like fireworks in Amy's box. She cums and it's
like she's exploding into the whole world. She arches
her back and tenses her body, her piss sprays out
everywhere. In her orgasmic frenzy she doesn't care
about the electric shock and furiously humps against
the vibe and stim. As she humps her tits bounce up and
down, and they're on fire from the electric shocks
she's receiving.
Amy thrashes and thrashes, it's soooo good. Nothing
else matters. She sucks hard on her dirty juicy
panties and wriggles against her bonds. After what
seems like forever her orgasm subsised and the
sensations are all too much for her. The aching in
her belly from the enema, the vibes in her pussy, Tom
the tight constricting bondage, the electric shocking
her tits and the smell of her dirty knickers and urine.
Oh it's all so good. Amy passes out.
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Much later Amy awakes. She's a bit groggy but notices
the door is still latched. It might be nearly time for
the candle to cut the string. She begins to wonder
if the candle has gone out. The sun has gone down and
the box is now much cooler. Her urine soaked stockings
and puddle on the floor now feel cold and damp. Amy
shivers a bit.
After her little nap she's not turned on any more and
without the sexual feelings her bondage just feels
uncomfortable and yucky. She shuffles around a bit
but the alarm doesn't go off. She wonders why and
begins to panic. That's not right. She struggles more
and then she hears some movement outside. Amy freezes.
Suddenly the door opens and Amy gets dragged out of
the observation box. The light in the main room blinds
her temporarily and she struggles and writhes on the
floor.
As her eyes get accustomed to the light she sees Tom
and Lucy standing there. Tom is looking at her with
hungry eyes and Lucy is making a sneer. Tom sets
the vibrator alarm into continuous mode as he pushes
her back into the box. He smiles as he tells her
'Enjoy your last night of freedom little Amy, from
tomorrow you're going to be our slave. We're going to
have such fun together.'
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AMY'S BOX
CAST
(in order of appearance)
Amy SHELLY
Tom LOU
Lucy CANDICE
Cute Guy ROLAND
AUTHOR
(c) 2003 MOLLY S
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Amy was an adventurous 20 year old girl and loved all kinds of sex with both men and women, so when her boyfriend Tony suggested a gangbang she was more than willing to take him up on the offer. The thought of having several men touching and fucking her at once was a real turn on. She agreed to meet Tony at his flat on a Friday evening. Before she made her way out she drank several shots of tequila to take the edge off. The tequila did its job and as she rang on his doorbell, she was a little...
It had been a hectic day, and everything that could go wrong for Amy did. Just when things couldn’t feel any worse, the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad. The man she always felt was the one. Until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach, as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was their two year...
It had been two weeks since Amy’s first gangbang, and she was already desperate for another. Her boyfriend Tony simply could not keep up with her sexual desire. She talked of little else and Tony knew he had to make a plan. Amy’s last gangbang had lasted for four hours and had involved nearly 20 of Tony’s friends, but that was not enough for her, she wanted more, a lot more. Amy spent most evenings watching the video Tony had made of the gangbang. She would sit naked in front of the TV and...
Amy’s eyes were watering from the huge strapon that was impaling her pussy. Her cum was on the floor below and she knew later she would have to lick it off the laminated wood. She could feel Jenny’s tits pressing against her back as she was being bounced up and down on the bright green manhood. Amy’s blue eyes poured with water like the ocean, and every moment or so she gave out long sustained moans. Her hair was a mess, but that was the least of her worries! Her thighs were bright red, as were...
Oh my god! Cameron’s flirting with you! I glanced over at him, trying not to be too obvious. He was looking back at the book and I admired his chiseled profile. It had to be wishful thinking. Cameron was a senior, tall blonde and built he was in football and track and still managed to make straight A’s. He was one of the popular kids and he couldn’t possibly be interested in me. I was 16 and just a junior. I had a good group of friends but I would never fit in with the popular crowd because I...
After our first time together Cameron and I almost always did our “studying” at his place. I was a diligent student, learning things about my body and his that I never could have imagined. He taught me how to give head and I spent hours on my knees practicing the art. Somewhat to my surprise I found that I loved it, I loved the power it gave me over him, the control of bringing him to the edge and then deciding whether or not to push him over. Sometimes I would get so turned on by what I was...
Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was young (age 25) and not very experienced. Oh, I had sex any number of times, in a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my fantasies involved me as a sort of...
Feel free to archive my stories anywhere you'd like. All comic characters mentioned in these stories are the property of their respective comic book publishers, such as Marvel, DC, and Image. No profit is being made from their usage here, and are strictly used for non-promotional purposes. Steve Zink ------- SRU: The Costume Box, part 1/? CATching the Party by Steve Zink The fraternity was hosting a costume party for Halloween. The elder members of the frat made sure that...
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...
This story is copyright 1998 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Closing Pandora's Box by Stephanie Part One Alan Carter could tell that Carl Yates had entered the room by the way his chest expanded...
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...
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...
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