Maid Trap (Commission)
“A loyal maid is a happy maid.” There were few constants beyond that phrase. The smell of latex and its pressure kept him in place. Jamie remembered, from where he wasn’t sure, that vacbed latex put the weight of air against him. He didn’t realize...
Special Spa (Commission)
Kay remembered thinking that a bathhouse was an odd concept for the modern day. He considered the idea too foreign before taking the job. People were too individualistic to enjoy bathing together, too ashamed of their own bodies despite the media...
Brat Tamer: Part 1 (Commission)
There was a stiff crick in Rocky’s neck. He’d grown used to them. No amount of yoga would save him from waking up in pain when sleeping in awkward poses, as is often what happened after an orgy. He made a mental note to be more proactive in finding a...
A Rose in Bloom (Commission)
Nylon stockings required a special kind of care. Felix learned this years ago, tearing through his first pair when trying to put them on as if they were socks. Women’s fashion carried a fragility to it. The clothes were soft and delicate, especially...
Su Gatita (Commission)
Programmer socks, as the internet loved to call them, did not do Tanner any favors. Even with the heavy black hoodie, kitty-themed facemask, and sunglasses that proved more of a hindrance at night, the black and purple striped thigh-high socks seemed...
Punch Puppy
Rebecca breathed in for four seconds, held for seven, and exhaled for eight. The cool air of the basement brushed against her nipples every time her chest rose. They were tight in anticipation and excitement for what was to come. She repeated her...
Brat Tamer: Part 2 (Commission)
Rocky slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he’d wake up in the small compartment the mouse locked him in, his virtual headset blaring the hypnosis video on repeat. Other times he’d be outside of it, either strung up in some nondescript...
Workhorse Part 4 (Commission)
Buzzcunt bristled in the cold wind. The mare huffed, catching the air change into white wisps before vanishing before her eyes. Her chains rattled when she tried to hug herself. Her wrists were never far from her sides, latched onto the leather body...
Showgirls (Commission)
CeCe let the vibrations of the car nuzzle the side of her head that rested against the window. She wasn’t so much watching the events outside as she was giving her eyes a direction to look at. Anything to avoid the white stallion in the black suit...
Love Locks (Commission)
“I can’t believe you did that,” Audrey said, her giggle betraying any sense of disappointment in question. Smiling, Caleb hung off the squirrel’s shoulder whilst fondling the topic of discussion. She’d yet to remove it from her pants, nor cared to,...
Whoredash (Commission)
Donovan’s nubby tail thumped on the couch. He was trying to get engrossed in his show but the tail knew better. It saw the distraction the rottweiler was trying to pull, better to keep him preoccupied than think about the arriving merchandise headed...
Kobold Assassin (Commission)
Subject T-0-B-1, or Tobi as the other subjects called her for the sake of brevity, was dreaming. She knew it to be so because she knew she shouldn’t be, on account of not being asleep. Floating in a tank of an unspecified liquid chemical compound with...