Exhaustion drags me under despite the plug and the cage's cold bite. I wake to Susan's hand unhooking the bridle from the floor ring, my body collapsing into the hay. Every muscle screams. Susan doesn't care. She hauls me up by the leash, the ring yanking my balls taut as she marches me outside into the dawn. The hose is brief and freezing: a quick sluice of yesterday's sweat and hay before she clips the lead back to my b...

A few months had passed since Mitch and Tracy's last encounter during their "field trip" to drop off a new grill at Tracy's house. Nothing exceptionally exciting had been happening at the office. It was the middle of July and work seemed to slow down a bit as families took summer vacations. One Friday afternoon around 3:30, Tracy came by Mitch's desk and said, "Hey I'm going to head out a bit early and get caught up on so...

Jack and Laura wanted to spice up their marriage. They’d been together for many years. They had a good sex life together, but the years had taken a toll on it. They considered taking a weekend trip to San Francisco the next week; Jack had to be there for a work conference and meetings. “Why don’t you tag along, sweetie?” he asked. “Oh, I don’t know. You’re going to be in meetings and classes all day… I’ll just be bored.”...

Lying in bed on a Monday morning, I was thinking about my life. I had always come in second place; that was my life. I had taken many women out in my day, some beautiful, some not so beautiful, but what mattered to me was who they were. The looks were great, but I wanted more. I wanted brains and a personality. I want some adventure. I wanted to know if the lights were on and there was someone at home. I wanted the “IT” f...

Jenny Pringle sits alone at the head of her glass desk, high above the city, Pringle Enterprises written in silver across the wall behind her. The office is a statement: floor-to-ceiling windows, skyline glittering like a million tiny camera flashes, the thick silence broken only by the whisper of HVAC and the soft click of her Montblanc as she signs off on another quarterly report. There’s a thrill in the numbers, the en...

Lying in bed on a Monday morning, I was thinking about my life. I had always come in second place; that was my life. I had taken many women out in my day, some beautiful, some not so beautiful, but what mattered to me was who they were. The looks were great, but I wanted more. I wanted brains and a personality. I want some adventure. I wanted to know if the lights were on and there was someone at home. I wanted the “IT” f...

The headboard had been hitting the wall for the better part of two hours. Sophie had said not to care about that, because the nearest occupied bedroom was her brother's, and he was two corridors away, and she frankly didn't give a damn if he heard. She was on her back now, legs hooked over my shoulders, and I was holding her hips off the mattress with both hands and slamming my cock into her whilst she gripped the headboa...

Jenny Pringle sits alone at the head of her glass desk, high above the city, Pringle Enterprises written in silver across the wall behind her. The office is a statement: floor-to-ceiling windows, skyline glittering like a million tiny camera flashes, the thick silence broken only by the whisper of HVAC and the soft click of her Montblanc as she signs off on another quarterly report. There’s a thrill in the numbers, the en...