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2010.02.01 09:43:49

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Fiction Writings → A Common Problem

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Chapter 1

"Bowling? Really? It's an unusual injury to get from bowling."

The doctor didn't sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. "Er, yes, bowling."

"And so how often do you go bowling?"

It wasn't going to work, but I thought I'd try to bluff it through. "Um, well, about... once in a while..."

The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. "Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling."

Rats, found out. "Er, well... perhaps it's something else then?"

He looked at me, and knew exactly what I was hiding. "Really, Mr Jones, I think you and I both know why you have developed this pain in your right hand. Come now, we are both adults."

I felt ashamed, and looked down. "Yes, you're right, it's... it's..."

"Mr Jones, are you a compulsive masturbator?"

"Yes."

"Good, now we've found out what the problem is, we can try to find a solution. It's quite a common situation so there are several things we can try."

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2010.02.01 08:39:23

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Fiction Writings → Chastity Slave

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You've been wearing a secure chastity belt for the past year. Once a month, at an appointed date and time, you come to me in the hope of relief from the belt, if only for a short period. You were and hour late last month, through no fault of your own, but you forfeited the chance to get out of the belt, so this month you're feeling even more horny than usual.

You come to my door, and strip down naked (except for the belt) before knocking. I let you in, leaving your clothes outside. I can tell you're horny, because you're acting very submissive, terrified that you might say something to annoy me. Of course I know that, in your current state, you'll do anything commanded of you.

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2008.12.23 01:41:10

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Fiction Writings → A Wedding Story (Archives 2005)

Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, Impreg)

STORY: A Wedding Story Author: C.D.E.

CAST: Cecil Morton-Fiance/Husband Cheryl Jones-Fiancee/Wife

CHAPTER 1: A FAMILY PROBLEM

"Cecil are you really sure you're ready for the responsibility of marriage? Even though you and Cheryl have been dating since junior high, do you think she's the right girl for you?"

"Mom we've been through this before. I know you don't really care that much for Cheryl's family. You can't blame her for the things her two sisters have been rumored to have done."

"It's in the family blood son. That's what bothers me. I just don't want to see you hurt. I know you say she's a virgin, which is commendable and I pretty much know you are, except for being with your hands."

"Mother! Please don't say that!"

"You know it's true. Over the years I've loss track of the times I've seen you come in from dates with her and beat yourself off. However, I did notice that after y'all went to college, you didn't do it as much. Does she pull your little peter now or suck you off?"

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2008.12.17 11:42:50

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Fiction Writings → Visit to the Spa (Archives 2008)

by can-lock

We had been planning this get away for a while. We had surfed the net and ordered brochures and talked to friends to decide on the best place. We weighed the pros and the cons where price and quality were big determiners of where we would go for our week together. And it could not be too far away as each moment we spent driving was time I could not focus on her pleasure.

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2008.12.17 06:56:36

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Fiction Writings → Fulfilling a Thirst (Archives 2008)

by can-lock

Fulfilling a Thirst

As I walk into the room my breath is taken away!. You are a vision of beauty that never ceases to make my heart race. And today especially. You stand before me, wearing nothing but stockings, those shiny, black 4 inch high heels that I love on you so much, and of course, an aura of power as you stand looking me straight into my eyes. You are beautiful before me, standing there with shoulders back and proud. Scarlet painted lips open to reveal a smile that I would do anything for.

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2008.12.11 22:59:38

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Fiction Writings → Number 32 (Archives 2006)

“Twenty-seven” grabbed me off my hook (I was still in the leather sleep sack) and placed me on a new hook which hung from a rail in the ceiling. Then he pushed me down an endless hallway with many doors where, at each door, there were junctions in the rail to the various rooms. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk was the sound I heard as I was pushed helplessly past each junction, until finally I arrived at my destination, a door like all the others. The rail was switched and I was pushed into what appeared to be a surgical operating room. Everything was stainless steel except a table, an operating table. It was there that I was placed and finally removed from my leather cocoon. I was so weak and sore that I just meekly allowed myself to be manacled to the bed, both ankles and wrists. “Twenty-seven” then removed my mouth plug. I thought of screaming for help but realized that would be futile. At that thought I almost laughed because in my previous life I remembered being a huge fan of Captain Picard on Star Trek. He was once captured by the borgs who metallically said “Resistance is futile”.

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2008.12.11 22:21:41

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Fiction Writings → Dominatrix Wife (Archives 2006)

Dominatrix Wife

A Story of a Real Life Lifestyle FemDom Marriage

PREFACE

My name is Karen. I am both Wife and Mistress to my husband, Carl. As a younger woman, I could never have imagined that eighteen years into marriage my husband would worship and adore me like a sex goddess. Nor could I have believed that a wife who physically punished and verbally humiliated her husband could still be a kind and decent person. At first I was reluctant, but gradually, I came to accept myself as his loving dominatrix and the final authority of our marriage. This is my story...

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2008.12.10 09:06:34

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Fiction Writings → The Estate 35-58 (Archives 2004)

Chapter 35

Randy adjusted the stirrups on the examination couch, a tray next to it containing an interesting assortment of devices he looked forward to using that evening. Dimming the lights slightly, he went into the adjoining room and returned carrying a limp Jasmine easily against his broad chest. He placed her, fully clothed, on the couch, hiking up her skirt just enough to secure her legs in the stirrups on either side, exposing a generous portion of her slender thighs and pantyhose. She rolled her head about, trying to glean some clue as to who was handling her, but was unable to see because of thick sunglasses placed there earlier when the attendants had first brought her down. She moaned slightly, still barely able to move or speak. Securing her arms to a strap behind her head, he slowly removed the shades, allowing her to get a good look at who was going to be administering to her this evening.

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2008.12.10 08:58:25

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Fiction Writings → The Estate 19-34 (Archives 2004)

Chapter 19

Delores kissed the tears away on his cheeks, all her instincts coming to bear on him, prying her way past his armor to get to the infant she knew now was in there, yearning for her. John lay relaxed in her embrace, well wrapped by blankets, his eyes drifting open slowly, filling with a view of her face floating over him. He lay placid in her arms, noticing for the first time how delicate her features were; large brown eyes flecked with hazel, the soft arch of her eyebrows, her full lower lip, its caress a recent memory on his cheek and the light spray of freckles across the bridge of her smooth aquiline nose. His eyes searched hers gently, unblinking, and they lay there together, complete. She was beautiful, he felt, his heart still open, beauti........

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2008.12.10 08:49:26

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Fiction Writings → The Estate 1-18 (Archives 2004)

Chapter 1

She rolled over slowly, her motion hampered by the cast on her left arm and the IV tubes attached to her other wrist. Waking up a bit more she also became aware of the bandages on her head and shoulders. Gasping with the pain of trying to raise her head Elena fell back, heart tripping in panic and sweat sticking the nightgown to the center of her back. A nurse, hearing the gasp, hurried over to find Elena shivering in confusion.

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2008.12.10 08:31:52

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Fiction Writings → A Lady's Stable of Men (Archives 2005)

When my husband left me for a younger woman, I decided to make sure that I was never dependent upon a man again. Instead, I decided that I would start to make a good number of men dependent upon me. I have expanded my stable to include 23 men. I hand pick my men. I usually go for the obnoxious, egotistical bastards that just want one thing from a woman. I figure the more of these pigs I can get off the street the better. Since I am about to go into retirement, I thought I'd share with you how I came to acquire my servants.

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2008.12.10 00:12:35

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Fiction Writings → My Tale of Chastity and Torture (Archives 2007)

In the past my wife, now in her mid 50's, decided rather than to loan me out to her friends for their fun and pleasure, she should auction me off and raise a little cash on the side. She has kept me, now in my late 50's, secured in a CB-3000 with a combination lock that only she has the combination to. Anyway, this is how I ended up the weekend of the auction.

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2008.12.09 23:55:13

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Fiction Writings → He's Mine, All Mine (Archives 2007)

By Carolyn

It was 1979 when I first met Sam at a friends party. He was 29 years old, about 25 years younger than me, and quite handsome. My problem, Sam was white and I was black and in those days a mixed couple was somewhat looked down upon but I knew right away that I wanted him, wanted to own him, to use as I liked and I knew the way to achieve that goal.

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2008.12.08 08:07:43

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Fiction Writings → Flip a coin (Archives 2005)

“Wear it”

“No”

“Just put the damm thing on and come out here”

“I can’t, I can’t bring myself to do it”

“You’re the one who lost the bet”

“I think you cheated”

“How could I cheat, it was heads or tails and you’re the one who flipped the coin”

“Can’t I do something else; we were under the influence of a large bottle of vodka you know!”

“No!”

“Please don’t laugh”

“I promise, just put it on and come down here”

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2008.12.06 00:34:31

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Fiction Writings → Julie's Prenuptials (Archives 2004)

This story is meant for adult readers only. It contains imaginary depictions of graphic violence and ideas that are physically impossible and absurd. It is not meant to convey or condone the idea of violence or sexual activities involving anyone under the legal age of consent, nor is it meant to contain representations of any actual people or institutions. If you qualify to read this tale and like bizarre fantasies, I hope you enjoy it. -Aiken

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