Ethan sat alone in his dimly lit bedroom, browsing through his usual corners of the internet. Earlier that night, he’d been out with friends at the cinema, watching a new thriller. One of the main characters—a striking, assertive woman dressed in sleek black latex—had caught his attention in a way he hadn’t expected. In one particular scene, she interrogated a man with unwavering control, introducing herself as a dominatr...

Miss Campbell placed the pile of broadsheets and the magazines on her vanity unit. She then walked over to the bed and unstrapped Chris’ wrists and ankles and demanded him off of the bed and over to the wall near the door on the left side of the bedroom. He took all the loose newspapers off of himself but remained in the sheets that were taped around his arms and legs. Standing on the right side of the bedroom, stood with...

PART ONE The wind blew with ill intent, the unseasonably heavy snow pelting the windows of the More House. Mrs. Molly Rollins gasped. Not so much at the volume and aggression of the storm but rather the aggression of her newlywedded husband driving his impressive manhood into her lady tunnel. It was already half seven and the day's work awaited them downstairs, yet Miles insisted on a morning love session. He was insatiab...

Hello. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Harry, a third generation farmer with around sixty acres plus a few cows and pigs. Actually I’m new in the area. I took over managing the farm from my uncle who is now too elderly to run it. Today I’m at the Chawton Livestock Centre, it’s the biggest stock sale for miles around. This auction has an assortment of lots, including pigs, mostly Tamworth’s and Berkshire’s, heifers, and a cou...

The park where I’m walking the dog is the shape of a lozenge, and will take perhaps twenty minutes to walk around, or maybe five minutes to jog. Today is a chilly but sunny October morning, the leaves have begun to fall, ushering in the arrival of Autumn. I’m strolling along, no rush, and with my hands in my pockets, enjoying the sun’s warmth on my face, and being entertained by the antics of Daisy, my Labrador. It’s a go...

Tim was on the edge of insanity. Two months had passed since Rebecca locked him in chastity, and his torment felt endless. Every day was a living nightmare—his balls ached constantly, feeling impossibly heavy, and the constant, humiliating dribble from his caged cock reminded him of his desperate state. There was no relief in sight, only the knowledge that the woman who held the key to his release—his best friend’s older...

Tim stood in the steamy bathroom, the mirror fogged over, his heart pounding as the warm water cascaded over his newly smooth skin. The cream had worked its magic, leaving his chest, legs, and arms completely bare, but it wasn’t just the physical transformation that had him trembling. It was her—Rebecca. She was behind all of this. He could practically hear her teasing voice in his mind, reminding him of the control she h...

Nineteen-year-old Tim was at his best friend Mark's house. The familiar comfort of the place put him at ease. They were in the living room, video games running in the background as they talked about nothing in particular. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. As they played, Tim heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew who it was...