Boogie Van Ch. 10

"Hey honey, come here!" my wife called from the living room "Coming," I replied. She was sitting on the couch and smiling. "What's up?" I asked. "Pull your cock out and get hard, were going to play a game." I did as I was told. Undid my zipper and pulled out my cock as she watched and began working up and erection. "Mmmm. Get it nice and hard for me baby. You know how I like it," she encouraged. It didn't take all that long as my wife was good at inspiring wood. Once it was hard enough to support its own weight she started talking in her sexy and seductive voice. "Here's the rules of the game. Do exactly as I say. I will not be touching you. If you successfully follow all of my commands and don't cum before I say you can I'll let you cum on my tits. I know you want to empty your balls all over them." She gave her chest a shake to emphasize the reward. "If you don't follow a command, you'll ha...

It's a sad day for man-kind, isn't it? No, what's actually sad is that we had to put all of you into jail just to get you to act like normal, decent fucking human beings- it's sad that we have to even consider that. Ah... Are you starting to get a feel for what it's like, now, to be dehumanized? Sucks pretty bad, huh? Again, I'm ashamed we had to get to this point. But then again, that's not my problem. Don't worry about anything right now. I have your phone, and your keys, and your wallet. It's all right here with me. Your whole entire little world, it's safe with me. None of that is important right now. It's just you, in your tiny little cage, and me. I have to tell you a few things. I have a little story to tell you. Just a little info about why you're here. Didn't anyone ever tell you that your actions have consequences? That this world we live in is real? No? ... Oh, that's right. You've been gagged. In that case then, ...

Philanthropy Part Four Peter Chase and his entourage are up against what the worst people with no morals can create. The women in his life are starting to take more and more control over his life, and he longs for his fortress of solitude. But with so many people to take care of, where does a billionaire start? You'll need to read the following first:Part One: The Carvers (16K words)Part Two: Building the Case (23K words), andPart Three: Reaction and Action (27K words). Go on. I'll wait. It's gonna be awhile. I'm getting a cup of tea. And a cookie. Constructive comments always appreciated. Part Four: The Offensive I lay in that infernal hospital bed for two weeks. One week just lying there and one week trying to escape. The police guarding my room said they were under orders to keep me in my room. For my own safety, they said. They looked more miserable and bored than I was, so I kept buying them pizza and soon the whole wing of the hospital was getting free slices. F...

It's Friday afternoon and the campus is completely vacant. Most of the staff take off early on Fridays and the faculty usually don't work on campus since there aren't any classes that day. It's usually the best time for my technology department to get stuff taken care of in the labs without having to dodge classes. I love these warm spring days, puts a smile on my face as I come back inside my building from lunch. The sound of the door relocking as I walk towards my office makes me jump and then giggle at myself. With the bright sun outside there is no need to turn on the lights in here but with the quiet of an empty building it kind of makes it creepy. "Oh well, since I take a late lunch I only have a couple of hours before I go home," I think to myself as I unlock my office. I don't remember turning off my light but who knows. I was in such a hurry to go grab lunch and get back so I can read that I might have shut it off out of habit. I swing the door ...

Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** At the beginning of my third and final week in Thailand, I decided it was time for us to head to the beach. I booked us a luxury bus to Pattaya, a city about sixty miles south of Bangkok on the Gulf of Thailand. The bus was air-conditioned and the seats were roomy and comfortable. Prasang and I sat at the back where we could have some privacy. Prasang was in particularly good spirits as I had just paid him his weekly salary. It was more generous than what most "escorts" in Thailand could hope to make in months and on top of that I had thrown in an extra bonus. I knew what I was putting him through and he was handling it beautifully. He was playing the part of my 24/7 sex slave with enthusiasm, allowing me to use him however and whenever I wished, subjecting him to partial or even full public nudity as...

This story is a prequel to The Summerhouse * * * * Temping as a data entry clerk for fourteen weeks was not that well paid or exciting work, but it was a full-time job and would see the geeky eighteen-year-old student bank almost four grand before leaving Surrey for Exeter University. The local council had hired Stephen to scan and file thousands of archived documents, and he worked with a small team of school leavers on short-term contracts. He was thin and wiry, and at under 5ft 7in tall, he was shorter than most men of his age. The young student possessed a friendly innocence and a submissive personality; he rarely argued or spoke aggressively and was a popular member at work. He made the hot drinks, he cleaned up, and he carried out his duties diligently. On the start of his penultimate week at the council, the skinny teenager cycled out of the council's offices, and along the smooth tarmac of the Surrey roads. It was a bright, summery day, almost barbecue weather, and Stephe...

This story contains massive breasts, lactation, bondage and very slight reluctance. Another Pauline story about her being drained for milk, enjoy! ***** Pauline sat on top of her little farm house, back against the titled, unlit rooftop. Her blond hair spread flat across roof tiles, eyes up to the starry night. She wasn't upset necessarily, but something felt odd inside, some longing. Another adventure was due? Maybe, but maybe she just wanted something small. Something scandalous without putting herself in danger, something to get her adrenaline pumping for a short time. She'd want more control than her previous adventures, but didn't know exactly how to get her way. She heard a noise to her left. Her vision was obstructed by her breast resting to her side. A few footsteps accompanied Conor's outline walking over. "How you doing?" he asked. "Feelin funny." Pauline replied. Few words to say it seemed. Conor laid next to her, giving eachother space ...