You walk up to your boss's office, palms sweaty already. A big report was due and you had gotten too distracted to finish it on time. This hadn't been the first time you had gotten distracted before a deadline, but it was the first time you had been...

The wife and I stand toe to toe neither one of us breaking eye contact. "You said it would just be a few people over tonight and I have to work early tomorrow." I say as I try to get my point across. "Well I've already invited ten friends and they...

Note: Fair warning, this is a long one, running at double the length of most other chapters in the series. Trying to read it in one sitting might get exhausting, though the scene in the 'testing lab' comes just before the halfway point, should you be...

Everyone agreed the holiday gala was "important." This agreement was not the product of discussion, thought, or belief; it was the result of repetition. Human Resources had written the word important so many times, bolded, underlined, italicized, oc...

Joseph May quietly sits on the hotel bed as his wife is still getting ready in the bathroom. He feels a slight pang of unease about this vacation, but he knows it is super important to his wife, so he is putting on his best face to put her at ease....

The Wedding Clown Jodi groaned in frustration as she read the text message. "I'm so sorry, we had to cancel the party, her kids have the flu." These risks come with the territory as a party clown, but she could really have used the money, and defini...

The sales competition every year got intense, some might say out of hand. The winner would always get a nice bonus and every once in awhile a jaw-dropping perk. Two years ago it was a skiing vacation in the Swiss Alps. Last year it was an electric mo...

Liz was no fool. This whole thing had 'set-up' written all over it. For all Annabelle's claims to have found a conveniently-placed map carved on a wall, Liz wasn't convinced for a moment. Something fishy was going on. Her one consolation was that Ann...

Parte um: O Suspiro da Dama Cremosa Eu me chamo Alex, tenho 25 anos, e me considero um cara normal, trabalho com TI, malho de vez em quando e saio com amigos nos fins de semana. Mas por baixo disso tudo eu tenho esse fetiche filho da puta que me co...

Part One: The Gasp of the Creamy Lady My name is Alex, I'm 25 years old, and I consider myself a normal guy. I work in IT, hit the gym every now and then, and hang out with friends on weekends. But underneath it all, I've got this motherfucking feti...

The Story So Far: In aid of charity, a team of intrepid contestants are trying to get across the Splatter Dome - an elaborate arena full of gooey traps and patrolled by the so-called Gunge Ghouls (basically a bunch of women in silly outfits who are...

The air in the dimly lit study smelled cloyingly sweet, a heavy mix of vanilla sugar and aerosol cream. Angel sat perched on the edge of her desk, her dark eyes tracking the doorway with hungry anticipation. Finally, she heard it--the rhythmic, sharp...

I've written numerous What Would You Do tribute stories, where an unfortunate contestant plays a game, loses it, and gets destroyed with messy punishments in spectacular fashion. This story is a little bit different. It's darker, more sinister, more...

One summer afternoon, my friend F.R. invited me to his dorm room to have some fun. I, although I'm a man, really liked wearing skirts, so that day I was dressed in a classic denim skirt with a ruffle at the back, a black T-shirt, and sneakers. When I...

I copped for a lovely sloppy fun time the other night. The Mrs told me she would give me a good punishing gunging if i went and whisked up some gunge of her choice. Cobalt Blue. Lovely contrast. After some kinky fun i was lead to the bathroom to duly...

Lisa was the embodiment of Vault 45's mission: bubbly, optimistic, and spotlessly clean. As a graduate of the Vault-Tec Maid Initiative, she was trained to bring order to the chaos of the wasteland, one scrub brush at a time. Today, however, the wast...

A story about a partner and me. She knew I liked wet clothes and tried it a few times but wasn't a fan. However she was in the bath and we were home alone. I popped into the bathroom to take her a drink and have a glance at her wet soapy boobs of c...

Note: This chapter is a kind of mini-finale that closes out the first act. As such it's a little longer than previous entries and contains a lot of mess (arguably too much). It might benefit from being read in stages rather than in one go. Part 5: T...

I'm blindfolded, tied to a chair, both hands behind me. In the darkness, I hear heels tapping on the floor, approaching. Stopped in front of me, Mistress leave in close, and whispers in my ear "Ready, toy?" I mutter unintelligibly through a ball ga...

The pyramid echoed with the clamour of pursuit. Amidst the tumult two figures crept along shadowy passageways, silent and unnoticed in the inky gloom. Coming to a junction, Nikki pressed her back against the cool stone wall and peeked past the corner...

Rosi's thumb hovered over the screen, the notification glaring up at her: *"Dare you to step into the river. Right now. No backing out."* She tightened the zipper of her jacket, teeth catching her lower lip as she eyed the water's edge. The morning...

Part Five. Aunt Mimi was still reeling from the cancellation of the fair, the Maloney brothers had been the prime suspects. Nothing could be proved, but this was always the topic of conversation when Aunt Mimi came to the lodge. In the intervening...

Part Four. "So you see, I need you to arrange the flowers for the tables" Aunt Mimi said, perched on the end of the chaise lounge. I sat opposite, trying to look interested. "And you will need supervise the delivery of the wine and beer for the adu...

Part Three. Standing, peering into a rusted framed mirror, Klaus's lathered his face with shaving soap, the rough bristled brush making circles of white foam against his cheek. I stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching. His back m...

Part two 1946 The war had been over a year. Mercifully I had survived. There was plenty of gaps in the line up where the less fortunate had perished. The ship back had been lighter than the journey out, in number of men, at least, but not in spiri...