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Chapter Three As I stood, bound naked to the crossbar, I saw my savagely beautiful tormentor standing in front of me. My back was dripping with sweat and blood. With the metal-tipped flagellum still in her hand, Mistress Flavia, glowed with the pride of a hunter who had stalked and killed her prey. She looked like a victorious goddess in a Renaissance painting. Looking like a Roman huntress, her breasts were fully visible above her exquisitely designed white corset with the red trim. Her...
Chapter TwoWhile Mistress Flavia was out of the dungeon, Ophelia quickly secured my hands to the metal bar above my head. Kneeling at my feet, she attached a heavy steel spreader bar between my ankles. When she was finished, she stood up and looked at me. She placed her hands on my chest and dug her bright red fingernails into my nipples. Then, she slapped my face several times with each hand.“I can’t wait to start beating you. I love all these words we are using to describe your flagellation....
Mistress Flavia and Ophelia Flagellate Me--Chapter 1When I was admitted to the dungeon, Ophelia greeted me and took me into one of the small waiting rooms. She was a Mistress in training, so I could just call her by her first name. Her blonde hair was tied back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing knee high black boots, and sexy red bikini underwear that pushed up her breasts provocatively. “Strip,” she said.I obeyed and hung my clothes on the wall hooks.“You know how to stand. Let me inspect...
OPHELIA Ophelia had always felt like she was a woman. A real woman. Not just one of those drag queens you see in gay bars and pride parades wearing outrageous wigs, fake nails, breast forms, padded bras and tons of make- up. No, she had felt like a woman on the inside. A sensual, loving woman who just wanted to show her femininity to the world and -possibly- to the man of her dreams. As long back in the past as she could place her earliest recollections, she had always had such...
I'll never forget my first meeting with Mistress Ophelia. I went to her house on the outskirts of the city in a modest suburban setting. On knocking on the door she opened it. She was stunning - at least 6 foot tall, with dark ivory skin, long flowing hair. She was wearing a black lacy top and shiny trousers. She lead me into the house and commanded me to strip naked in the bathroom. I trembled as I removed my clothes. She then led me into her dungeon where she commanded me to kneel before her....
Hail Ophelia, Full of grace and virtue The Lord has made you woman By man's skill, For you to spread beauty and light, Serve your man, Receive life in your round womb And from your bosom feed the world And the whole humankind. May you always live Surrounded by beautiful roses, In God's grace And in human love. A woman, a wife and a mother. Feed our souls And our hearts With your love Now and forever, For the whole of our lives.
Ophelia had spent the last month traveling with nothing more than artificial intelligence for company. Luckily she had plenty of work to keep her occupied on the journey. The autopilot was set and she had seen 'everything' before. Ophelia decided to just dive into work and not pay any attention to the travel. Suddenly the vessel started to shake and feel unstable. Ophelia rushed to the helm to see what was going on. By the time she got there everything was back to normal. She checked to...
Ophelia Pennywise was not someone you would consider beautiful, but at first glance, ‘plain’ was the description that came to mind. She had a pretty, angular face with high, sculpted cheekbones. Larger than normal brown eyes, and an aquiline nose, would have given her a regal look were it not for the fact that she never wore make-up. Lips that had never seen lipstick surrounded an interesting mouth that seemed to naturally pout regardless of her mood. All of this was framed with lush but...
When I went to my car to go to work on Tuesday, there was a small bundle of flowers waiting on it, the stems trapped under the driver's side windshield wiper. They were delicate, white blossoms and they were covered in dew, like the rest of my car. I looked at them for a minute, finally deciding that someone must have made a mistake and left them on the wrong car. They were too pretty to throw away and such a shame to waste, so I ran them back into my apartment and put them in water. Then, I...
Love StoriesThe first dream. I felt Jason’s hand as he cupped my right breast and began to squeeze me as he sighed “Goodnight, sweetheart, as usual you were a terrific fuck. Sweet dreams, baby.” he said as he lightly pinched my nipple and kissed me on the cheek. He watched as Mistress continued to tie me for the night. My legs were tied together at the ankles and the knees and my wrists were tied together and then a chain was attached from my wrists to my ankles. Keeping my hands just above my pussy...
New TG: "Flowers" by Vickie Tern M/F Wife No minors! Flowers by Vickie Tern "Why are you changing your shirt? We're late as it is! They're expecting us!" My wife, a little exasperated, her eyes snapping. "Sara!" Me, also a little exasperated, feeling pressured from two directions. "I can't go like this! I'm still wearing my bra! They might see! You're always worried about the neighbors, what will the neighbors...
Read Ine's Bouquet first before reading this. This is a true introduction to the first six flower girls that serve her - therefore opening the first doors to writing in this universe - but it means little if you don't even know how this whole thing began. Or the rules if you want to write in it. OK, there is some bad language for one thing. Also, know that the beginning has some racism, including implications of a bad racist word. But do know I'm not portraying those horrible...
Hearts and flowers. Damn it, Tori was surrounded by hearts and flowers, and she hated every second of it. Of course, it was no different from any other Valentine’s Day. Tori had been working at the candy shop for five years now, and every year when the red and green of Christmas gave way to the red and white of Valentine’s Day, she felt like screaming. It was a good job other than those couple months a year, but damn, those couple months were hell. Tori couldn’t remember a time she’d liked...
"Have you ever fucked a fish?" Ennis Ezquerra chose to drop that little gem, casual-like, around the campfire during mess. "Ezquerra, what the fuck are you talking about?" Donald Finney asked. The whole unit knew Ezquerra was a completely disgusting fucker with few, if any, redeeming social graces. Picture the greasiest excuse for a building super you could think of. You know, the kind of lardass that spends his days squatting in the basement of a part-firetrap, part-cockroach breeding...
Gifts are the most valued factors in this world. Gifts carry smiles to each and everyone’s face and changes negativity into positivity. Everybody likes provides - whether old or younger, wealthy or poor. Purchasing a existing and receiving a existing are two factors which carry pleasures to ones center. Nowadays, there are many choices for a personal to buy provides for or their family members. http://www.mothersdaygiftsonline.net/mothers-day-flowers.html The online provides web page has eased...
LYNN FLOWERS By Jane Howard The following story is copyrighted by the author and cannot be duplicated or reproduced anywhere or for any purpose without the author's consent. This story is a continuation of Jane Howard's RUNAWAY, which is also available on FICTIONMANIA. Reading the prequel first is not mandatory. Actually, it might be more fun to read this story first and then read the prequel. LYNN FLOWERS is rated R for mature situations and...
Ann and I had been having a torrid affair for several months at the time. I was eating her pussy and fucking her at least once a week, sometimes more. And I can thank her husband, Dan, for the privilege. Dan is a very busy executive for a large government contractor…..so busy that he doesn’t have the time to satisfy the enormous sexual appetite of his hot, redheaded wife. When he is home, she says that he just sits all wrapped up in his recliner watching sports on TV. He treats her more like an...
CheatingDaffodils were Pansy's favorite. To this day she is still a silly little flower gurl wanting, waiting, craving for another man to bring a fresh bouquet. But today was not an ordinary day. With the vacuum grinding and sucking and growling the knock on the door was just slightly audible. The little sissy . . . excuse me, pansy (she just loved being called a pansy) flamboyantly sashayed her way with little itty bitty tiny steps. She swung the door open and presented a lush bright smile. "Yessss?"...
Hi, this is Radhakrishna once again with a hot encounter with a sexy flower selling beauty. I am 28 years of nice looks and a horny guy. Whenever I have free time, I used to roam on the roads to chase the girls. In the process I found a girl, who sells the flowers at a flower stall near my house. First let me describe her. Her name is Madhavi of 25 years and unmarried girl. She always wears chudi. She is fair in color and has very cute face. But her main drawback is her personality. She must be...
This story is set in a universe created by Enbreeze, though the darkness in it is mine, not hers.Thanks go to Enbreeze for the idea of bringing Mama Juju into the tale, and to Steve Zink for his comments and fine editing. Ine?s Flowers: Black Orchid - Avenging Angel By Maggie Finson The room may have been different from on her previous jaunt to Earth in quest of retribution against those who had wronged her in another life. But it was still dingy, cheerless, and nearly...
INE?S FLOWERS: BLACK ORCHID BY MAGGIE FINSON Dark eyes idly swept the street below, mainly to hold the tedium at bay, while a mind almost as dark as the eyes considered the ironies of existence. Hate, anger, fear, pain, loss, and grief intermingled with half familiar - half forgotten - lighter, kinder emotions. Emotions her self proclaimed mother, Ine, championed. Love, mercy, generosity, others the dusky figure wearing dark clothing shied away from as too painful to...
Hi all am Sunil 26 from outskirts of Trichy. I am a regular reader of Iss for the past years at with all courage I come forward to present this (s)experience of mine. It happened when I was in my 1st year of college. I am a very jovial kind of guy who easily get into everyone’s attention. Many a times i get into appreciation and sometimes into trouble due to my easy going attitude. The incident which i am going to share now is one of my life best experiences of this life time, i had a friend...
IncestNOTE: My apologies to author V.C. Andrews for using her title. Flowers In The Attic When I first designed my house it was way ahead of its time. Today ‘Going Green’ is a catch phrase but to me it has been a way of life for years. I have used my southern exposure as best I can. The windows on that side allow the heat from the sun in, between the windows are solar panels that just about cover my electrical needs, and the entire roof slopes to that side. The roof is entirely covered...
"Mavis, do you feel like taking a side trip to the Falls?" It wasn't the hypnotic lure of Niagara Falls that made Bert suggest it. He'd seen them plenty of times. It was just that it had been a quiet ride in the car—a nervous kind of quiet. He thought it was a good way to stir up some conversation and jog the mood to something more vacation-worthy. He took his eye off the interstate traffic for a moment to glance at Mavis, silent in the passenger's seat, looking out her window. "Niagara...
Sarah McKinney loved flowers. Take a walk down Lakeland Street almost any morning or afternoon and you would find Sarah in the yard tending her zinnias, chrysanthemums and marigolds under the old maple tree in the front, or pruning or fertilizing her roses in the back yard. Besides her flowers, she also tended a number of foliage plants and there were shrubs and bushes of several varieties. Her yard was the envy of the neighborhood and neighbors would often ask her advice on planting and...
Even as Eigis was asking her brother which limb he would like to lose, Bells finally reached the demon’s house, sometime around dawn, having followed her brother’s tracks to it. It was sometime after the demon had gone upstairs to check on the time. She had walked practically all night, stopping at one point to catch a few hours sleep in a tree, and have breakfast. She was a little tired, but ready for a fight. The gate, a heavy affair carved from stone and set with steel bars, was neatly...
Becky Flowers is a cocksucking whore, albeit a very good cocksucking whore. My momma always taught me to say the nicest things about people, and the nicest thing I can say about Ms. Flowers is, she is a cocksucking whore.Becky had a penchant for hard teen cock. Something that started when she was a Junior in high school. It was not long before she was sucking over half of the football team. Word, of which, had reached the ears of Coach Dean Trimmer, an old jock that had a penchant for teen...
TabooFLOWERS by dkb Amy walked down the street with her menfolk. Little Tommy sat astride her shoulders, holding on to her forehead, little lord of all he surveyed. He was still a constant delight to her, even after three years of being a mum. He was a paradox, clumsy, helpless and dependent and yet also supremely confident, as if everything was there for him and nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh, he cried sometimes, when something startled him or when he hurt himself. But he could...
I sit in front of the gravesite and place the flowers on her grave, which I have been doing every April first for the past forty years. I read the head stone as tears come to my eyes. Forty years ago... It’s ten-o-clock at night, I am sitting in my broken down car, and it’s raining like a motherfucker. If I had gone to spring break in California, I’d be sitting on the beach right now. I’m feeling sorry for myself when I hear a tap on the window and see May from school standing there. I am...
She slowly walked through a room full of flowers, she knew something was strange about a room full of flowers, but the scent of them filled her senses and she no longer cared about something as strange as that. She slowly smelt each of the feet as she walked over many different flower petals, not knowing how they got there; they looked so fresh. She reached over to grab a red rose, and smelt it, not even caring when she cut her finger on one of the many thorns the one rose held. She followed...
EroticChapter 6I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it.“Tabarnak,” Marie read my mind, “You don’t think he followed you, Penny?”I shook my head, though admittedly it was one of the first dreadful thoughts to flash through my mind. Once reason caught up, however, it occurred to me that I might’ve just stumbled unwitting into the lion’s den; that this was place where he went to mass.Is that why he wants the painting? I wondered. Didn’t seem the God-fearing type last night, did he? My thumbs tapped...
Novels(The following story is a work of fiction and any reference to any individual, living or dead, is coincidental. This work also contains material of a sexually explicit nature and is not intended for readers under the age of eighteen or where such literature is forbidden under law. Criticism is solicited and appreciated, but only if you’ve voted.) * * * * * It all started in the late fall of 1953. I was stationed to Thule, Greenland as part of the Air Force detachment there that provided...
A knock on the back door last evening around 5:00, who could that be I though. I looked out the window towards the driveway. “THUMP THUMP” my heart pounded seeing the lawn care truck. “Be right there I yelled and hurried into the bathroom refreshing up my lipstick and makeup. Keeping cool in the hot weather I was wearing only a ¾ black satin slip, black panties and bra. I rushed to open the door, I went limp like a little school girl seeing her dream guy. It was Ron the bisexual lawn care boy...
It’s okay baby doll. Just relax and do what your told to do. It is always difficult the first time”, your mother says. “But mommy, he’s has me so exposed! To all those people...and to you!” Your mother starts to gentle rub your bottom while I continue to move my fingers up and around the lips of your cunt.“It will all be okay. Although the waiting room is pretty full and they are all watching your examination. You can’t say you don’t like it honey. The stream of juices from you is forming a...
Kevin had been in the pub with his mates since leaving the office. "Another one, lads? My shout." He rose unsteadily, staggered to the bar, winked at the busty barmaid and ordered more beers. She flashed him her stunning smile in return. When his mobile phone rang, he looked at the screen before answering and let out a resigned sigh. "Hey, Sal." "Where the fuck are you, arsehole? It's fucking Valentine's Day!" "Eh?" "We were going for dinner. At Chico's. That posh Italian...
Of Flowers and FateAn Intense Erotic PsalmBy John, “Big John” GallivanWarrior Poet/Erotic Psalmist“Viking Gladiator”www.eroticpsalms.comI am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic psalmist.And I am here to declare this indeed:You are lovelier than all the flowers of the entire world.For every woman is a blessed and divine being.Each must be individually revered as a goddess;Treated as a princess, and admired like a queen.Have you ever seen the bluebonnets of the great state of...
From the corner of my eye I saw some movement in my backyard through the window. I went out quietly through the garage and couldn’t see anything until I looked behind the shed. There was a young girl squatting down and taking a piss. When she finished and stood up, pulling up her jeans, I confronted her, “What are you doing here?” She was so startled she stuttered, “I had to pee so bad I couldn’t stand it. I’m on my way home from school and this was the first place I found. I hope I didn’t...
Take Time to Enjoy the Flowers Ron was surprised to see there was no one in the den as he walked in. From what Angelina had told him earlier, the den was the de facto gathering place to pass time during parties like this. That had led him to ask how many parties like this there had been here. Angelina’s answer had been evasive and non-specific, but it was more than one and less than a hundred; one hundred would have been very impressive since the family had only come into possession of...
Chapter 8Everyone was hurrying home before the storm hit. The train, always busy this time of day, was bursting at the seams now with people all bundled up in wool or vinyl, either swiping along the screens of their phones, or else gazing blankly into the abyssal blackness of the tunnel.I tried hard to avoid any eye contact. In a sea of commuters in grey wool and starched white cotton, my paint-splattered jeans, beat-up sneakers, and pea coat with its bad-and-getting-worse rip in the shoulder...
NovelsMay Flowers On a warm and balmy spring evening, You and I went to the movies. I wore a turquoise halter top and a dark denim skirt. At around seven, we had a nice italian dinner and saw a horror movie. Heat seared my skin as she leaned her head down to the nape of my neck. I waited for the moment that would cause me to cry out in sheer pleasure. I didn’t have to wait long because the second your lips met my throat your sharp teeth bit my neck. A loud moan escaped my lips and I held your head...
LesbianDays have gone by, maybe weeks even, and our sex drive wasn’t slowing down or even showing signs of slowing down in the future. I‘m still going regularly to church, but I don’t repent my sins. There is no sense to repent something that I don’t plan on stop doing, or if don’t feel sorry about it at all. The entire point of view when it comes to sins and sinning seems pretty different nowadays. Probably because the stuff that‘s happening right now is, well, a big fucking sin.It seems to me that...
Flowers for Alison Dear Diary, I cant believe I got picked! I'm so excited, I could just .... but I guess I need to back up a bit, since these entries will be read by the docs, I better start at the beginning, and introduce myself. I'm Alison Charles, and I'm getting too close to fifty years old. Oh yeh, I'm also transgendered. Girl brain stuck in male body, and brother, it sucks, big time. Especially since I would never pass well enough to transition. Which is why I...
Foreword Once upon a time I published "Ten Months for Olga Turlovna", an autobiography that described my experiences on an ill-fated airline flight known as 252. As the aircraft was shaken apart by brutal turbulence, we were each engulfed in an intense expanding ball of white light, brighter than the sun. I expected to die along with all the other passengers, but we were destined for something far stranger. A touch from this sphere transferred our spirits into new bodies, peppering...
Flowers for Chad by Lenal [Content Note: This is, by far, the darkest story I've written, and contains themes of gender dysphoria, bigotry, degradation, and identity death. Apologies to Daniel Keyes for this one.] THIS FILE IS PROPERTY OF THE JUNO INSTITUTE. ACCESS IS RESTRICTED TO PROJECT TIRESIAS SUPERVISORS. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS IS PROHIBITED AND WILL RESULT IN PHYSICAL AND MENTAL PENALTIES. RESEARCHER'S NOTE: Attached is a text transcript of the Electronic Diary for Patient...
During the weeks which followed Sarah and Michael became lovers. Although they could only see each other on Friday evenings, each looked forward to it all week. Michael would bring her flowers, sometime a fresh bouquet and sometimes a potted plant which Sarah would place in her kitchen window or transplant to her garden. They began going to dinner together at small out-of-the-way restaurants where they were not likely to encounter anyone that either knew. Although they often ended up in a...
Michael tired several times over the next few weeks to contact Sarah. He send flowers with notes asking to see her. He went by her house, but she refused to answer the door. He called but she did not answer. Finally one evening, he dialed her number as he had done scores, perhaps hundreds of times since that fateful night. After several rings he was almost ready to hang up when the receiver on the other end was picked up. "McKinney residence." "Sarah, it's Michael, please don't hang...
Michael stood by the car about half way down the block from the McKinney residence. Todd Masters, one of the older frat brothers was behind the wheel. "Okay, plebe, there she is working in those flowers of hers." Michael was a bit taken aback. When Bell had made the comment that the older woman was not bad looking, Michael had thought he was being facetious, that the McKinney woman would be haggard and ugly. Actually just the reverse was true. Sure, he thought, she was obviously in late...
Hiryu was standing, ready and waiting, when Eigis sauntered back an hour later. The orange eared demon noticed his determined expression and his ears quirked in interest. “Ready for some more?” The warrior gave a curt nod. The demon stepped closer. One hand shot out, talons slashing his other cheek. A smack opened up the cuts wider. Bending close, he sucked up another mouthful of blood before setting to in earnest. This time he seemed less interested in eating and more about playing. He...
Hiryu stared as the terrifying monster that had been slowly devouring him all night and had threatened to eat his soul was brought down by a simple motion from his sister. He watched, opened mouthed, unable to believe it, as Eigis sank down until his head rested on her knees, his eyes closed and breathing deeply in sleep. The sword fell out of his limp hand with a clang. “Whew.” Finally withdrawing her hand, Bells wiped her streaming forehead with one arm, heaving a sigh of relief. “I was...
Black Orchids and Wildflowers by Armond 1. Friday, 5:00 PM Sam was all about helping people. But for Samuel Albert, Esq., this week of endless legal counseling needed to end. Friday had stretched into three forevers, crawling by like a turtle, appointment after appointment. Or was that sliding by like a snail? Tricky things, metaphors. His last of the day, appointment, not metaphor, was Last Will and Testament drafting time with sweet Mrs. Beasley and her son...
A ZOMBIE STORY by Mr Anonymous Chapter 1 - Introductions (and me setting the pace) The wind picked up, rocking the dinghy back and forth, gently lulling Troy into a sense of restfulness. The warm breeze lingered over him, tugging gently on the fishing cord, one of his few luxuries that was delivered to him by airdrop yearly. At 23, Troy Ranger was a wonderfully well-built young gentlemen. Rich, too. Before he moved to his personal island, Isle Ranger (also the reason for his change in...
Situated near a rural village and a few small farms in the countryside of England, St Ophelia's Church and Convent was an aging church known for its secrecy and isolation from the world. Every now and then, a rich family would drop off their spoiled daughters who refused to get a job and move out, or a shy, philosophical woman would voluntarily join to be closer to her faith, but according to the elderly gatekeep and gardener, there were very little comings and goings - that is, few entered and...
BDSMOphelia Pennywise was not someone you would consider beautiful, but at first glance, ‘plain’ was the description that came to mind. She had a pretty, angular face with high, sculpted cheekbones. Larger than normal brown eyes, and an aquiline nose, would have given her a regal look were it not for the fact that she never wore make-up. Lips that had never seen lipstick surrounded an interesting mouth that seemed to naturally pout regardless of her mood. All of this was framed with lush but mousy...
BDSMI sat there in the meeting with the two women from HR, trembling. In the meeting was another lady. She was about 5 foot 6, had long blonde hair that fell half way down her back and striking blue eyes. Very pretty I thought. One of the HR women Miss Davis addressed me, "Charles we know." "Know what," I replied. "We know about your fetish for all things girly. Your use of company property to visit fictionmania and we know you like to dress up when you're alone and read these...
This is a true story.i am Claira . the hot sun shone threw the night sky as I saw her.aunt kim gazing at me. Spellbound. As I felt the satin against my warm firm breast. she glared spellbound. Locking the door *I fell into a slumber,as a ghostly touch warmed my nipple.and I felt a warm ghost like kisses softly rubbing my breast. Caressing..me..rubbing me..’ silence relax’ I heard as slow soft kisses embraced my nipple.as I felt a warm pinch of my nipple. And my nipple being slowly...
I enjoy fulfilling all fantasies but most importantly to me are all the FIRSTS my partners have experienced with me. A lot of my partners get to finally fulfill a long desired fantasy with me that their spouses won't fulfill for them. I love fulfilling fantasies and being "THE FIRST" for so many partners. One example is how many guys finally get to try anal sex or group sex with me. A lot of guys have never had oral sex either giving or receiving. , Those who have a willing spouse I've found a...
School of Sex 2 – Robert Robert woke up early. He could hear the faint snore of the girl sleeping beside him. She was Lucy, his new maid. She was not much beautiful. She was very lean but had a good pair of boobs. He took her as his maid only because she was a virgin. He liked to deflower virgins. He loved to feel the warmth of their blood on his cock and their loud cry when he pushed his cock inside their pussies. Three weeks back when Mr. Thomas called him to his office, he did not expect...
Let me first describe myself to you. I am Mehak, 18 years old. I stay in Mumbai (India). I am 5 feet 4 inches, fair in colour, more then average looks. My vitals are 33-28-34. This is a real story of incest, which happened 4 years ago. It was in the year 2008, at that time I was studying in 8th grade, in one of the prestigious college in Delhi. Let me tell you, I was a sportswoman during my school days and used to play badminton and table tennis. My body was not that developed at that time and...
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