“Conner, could you pass me the pretzels over there?” Siobhan’s mother asked, pointing to a shopping bag filled with all manner of party foods. I was helping her out in the kitchen while Siobhan and her father entertained the rest of the guests around the pool patio. It wasn’t the first time I’d been invited to my girlfriend’s parents’ house, but I still felt a strong urge to make a good impression, especially given the so...

My improbable adventures in sexual domination started completely without warning, on a Saturday night a couple years after college. I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, with my arm around my best friend, Rachel, who was sobbing into my favorite Renaissance Faire cloak. “This is pathetic,” she said, sitting up, blowing her nose, and putting her glasses back on. She had done this three times already — said something...

“Good morning, and happy Saint Valentine’s Day, girls!” Reverend James began his sermon with particular emphasis, making his way up the aisle of the school chapel to the pulpit. “Can anyone here tell me what this day is all about?” It was my last semester at True Light School for Girls, and Valentine’s Day had happened to fall on a Sunday this year. I was sure that what I knew of this notoriously lascivious day was not th...

Artemis left the gala announcement shoot with her hair wet, her head spinning, and her clit pounding inside its steel prison. All her life, she had worked to make herself impervious to frustration. Teasing herself past the point of endurance, and then just a little further, all without any chance of release, that was just a Friday night. And doing the same with a hot partner, the way she had with Evie in their little vide...

I think I was more nervous about being the “Best Woman” for Glen’s wedding than Glen was about getting married. Which made some sort of sense, I guess. All Glen had to do that week was show up and marry the love of his life. I, on the other hand, had to put together a perfect sendoff for my best friend’s bachelorhood, while explaining to everyone I interacted with along the way what a “Best Woman” was, and how the bride c...

During what would soon come to be known as “The Click,” Leila Deacon was dozing on the hard tile floor of her cell. She had no way of knowing that, in a single instant, almost all of the Bureau-issued chastity devices in the country had suddenly unlocked themselves. The only thought that ran through her mind when her chains suddenly released was, This, I don’t need. “I didn’t do anything!” she shouted, hoping that there w...

Kristen tapped her ID card to the sensor on the side of the subject’s Bureau-issued chastity device. The cage disconnected from its frame with a click, and the subject let out a tremulous breath of anticipation, as Kristen eased the tight wire restraint off of his already dripping cock, allowing the blood to flow in. “Would you look at that?” Kristen sighed, crouching down with her hands on the man’s knees, to watch the a...

Sir Elizabeth lay naked on a cushioned, inclined bench on one of Heartgarden Castle’s many verandas. A roaring fire in the veranda’s hearth kept it pleasant, even as the sun set and a winter breeze rustled the treetops of the courtyard beyond. Twelve aspirants were gathered around her, the wide skirts of their gowns competing for space. Each one held a large silk scarf in his delicate, gloved hands, and fluttered it regul...

“It’s very important that you get the whole story out of her,” Senior Officer Kitteridge explained, while Kristen scrolled through the dauntingly long file full of questions and guidelines for Officer Deacon’s performance evaluation. “Yes, sir,” Kristen nodded. “But what story, exactly? I thought this was just an annual review.” “It… is,” said Officer Kitteridge, in a tone that said this was the shortest possible version...

“Will you be accompanying me tomorrow morning, my lady?” Gabriel asked, busying himself with the oil lamp beside Sir Elizabeth’s bed, preparing to douse it for the night. “Leave it,” Elizabeth stopped him. “I want to look at you while I decide.” Gabriel stepped back from the flame and looked down at the toes of his high-heeled slippers instead, a warm glow starting in his cheeks. As usual, he was still fully dressed. It h...

It was a few minutes before the end of Disciplinary Implements class, and Professor Lawrence was collecting the single-fall whips they’d been practicing with, while the students traded and graded each other’s targets. Kristen and Zach had both succeeded in annihilating most of the center of their targets while keeping a full circle of unbroken paper around the edge. From what Kristen could see when she glanced to the side...

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“You’re sure he’s ready?” Delia asked when Captain Philips gave her the assignment. Her question was less a question than a stalling tactic. She knew perfectly well that the captain of the Prospector wouldn’t have begun this briefing without careful consideration. “It’s been seven months,” said Philips. “Cog453 has made impressive strides adjusting to life on… a different sort of team.” “A third of his brain is still made...

In the Bureau’s trainee barracks, surrounded by the morning scuffle of dozens of other trainees preparing for the day, Kristen and Zach spooned in her narrow bunk. No one paid them any attention. As far as anyone else knew, they were both locked inescapably in their standard-issue chastity devices, just like any other subjects of the Bureau and if they wanted to indulge in what physical closeness they could manage, compou...

“Miss Vulnerability! it’s so good to see you,” said Index, the bespectacled, green-skinned host behind the front desk of the Moaning Mask Club. “You can call me Billie,” Billie reminded him. “Billie, of course. Will you be participating tonight?” “That’s what I’m here for.” “Usual offerings and preferences?” Index asked, hovering his pen over an open page of the guestbook. “I’m in a punishing mood,” Billie confessed, remo...