Red Yellow Green (First post in a maid-bot type fantasy world) [Bi]

Looking over the packages that arrived I knew this was going to be an interesting project. Everyone had heard about the “Maid System” that had become so popular in China. In that country any servant was pretty much required to use it if they wanted to work. In China the system was tied to their social credit scores, so apparently it could help servants move up the social ladder. My fiancée had been hired to reprogram them for western use, and I was a test engineer to help test the functionality.

We installed the cameras throughout the house and into the front and back yards. I put on the basic parts of the outfit. Two motion detection ankle bracelets, two motion detection wrist bracelets, a neck collar (which included a front camera) which connected to a pair of glasses (which also had a camera) and earbuds. Once turned on it was going to be quite the invasion of my privacy, that is for sure. After some initial tests the system turned on. He had a wrist bracelet that was used for some control functions.

The Cost of Medicine[MF][bd][reluc]

$15,000 per month… That was the cost of the medicine. After nearly dying to cancer the latest gene therapy saved my life. One month I was on death’s door, the next I was perfectly healthy, as long as I kept taking the medicine. The doctor gave me two months to live tops if I stopped.

The first thing to be sold was the car, a used audi was worth a month of life. Then came most of the furnature, that was another month. The housing market was down, so after the mortgage and fees, selling the house only gave me 3 months. I had nothing left to give, no job, no house, no money, a gofundme page sitting at $15, I begged the doctor and managed to get one additional treatment but was told that they could not afford to give it to me for free. I thought I was dead, then I got a call from missy. Missy was my ex-boyfriends fiance. Actually, she was my ex-fiance’s fiance. Daren and I had been together several years ago. He was wonderful in so many ways, he even understood that I wanted to save myself until marriage. We loved each other deeply and when I started walking down the isle I really meant to marry him, loose our virginity together and have a life together, I really did. But then I got the worse case of cold feet, and I ran. Ran from the wedding, ran from him, ran from our relationship. Since then I have only ever talked to him twice on the phone.

Brenda’s Boyfriend [BDSM][Chastity]

I was a little surprised when a strange man asked me out for lunch, but when he said he wanted to talk about Brenda I was suddenly interested. As I arrived at the restaurant he was already there in a cubicle that offered pretty good privacy. We ordered drinks and he began to explain.

“I just want to start by saying that Brenda and I are together and have been for about a year” he began.

Brenda, or Brad as I knew him was my former boyfriend from college. It was an exciting relationship to say the least. First things were normal as we started to get to know each other, but with his prodding things quickly turned as he started to play out some of his rather unconventional sexual fantasies with me. His submissiveness brought out my dominance you could say. Within 6 months I had him locked in a CB 3000, within a year he was locked tight into a custom full belt made in Germany.

The End of Susan Brown [FFMM][snuff][bdsm]

When I first met Danna I never really had a chance. I was a young first year engineering student enjoying finally being free of the moral authority of a small town in Northern Ontario. She was my Calculus TA, daughter of a Toronto Dominitrix and heir to a small fortune from her dad (mom’s client), just giving lesbianism for a try before settling down. Perhaps because of her upbringing there was this sexual predator aura around her. I’ll tell you this, there wasn’t a single guy in the class who missed her tutorials.

I guess because I was the only girl in the class she took a notice of me, and placed me under her spell. I always knew I liked girls, but where I came from that unspeakable. I am not sure if I was lucky or cursed that as soon as I found a place where I could be free, I immediately found someone who could oppress me.

So Wrong to Want What I Want [BDSM][interracial]

This is so wrong… I kept telling myself. For several years however my fetish just grew and grew. After my last boyfriend left me I decided to finally take the plunge and tell my 'bff' what I wanted. I thought she would be shocked! Instead she told me about how she indulges in her fetish life with her boyfriend all the time and even go to fetish events. But she had never heard of someone with my particular fetish before.

You see, I am an African American woman, my great-great-grandparents were slaves. And I, more than anything, wanted to be sold as a sex slave. It is hard to even quantify the cultural significance of what I wanted. I knew it was wrong. Slavery was ingrained in me as the worst injustice ever perpetrated. That I actually wanted a white master and mistress to own me, even to rape me, was against everything I believed in. Yet it was what I wanted.

After a few weeks of discussion she gave me a suggestion that would change my life. She suggested that I pretend to be her (and her boyfriends) slave for a month.

Two more years… [Msub snuff]

A year of FLR… a year of serving my wife's every need. Sure at the beginning she was reluctant, she barely knew a thing about bondage and would blush at the thought of anything beyond missionary sex… but I had pushed her into it and I can't believe how much things had changed.

Not that I have had sex much. Locked away in a CB6000s complete with a dreamlover punishment device. Sex was pretty much over for me. Sure I thought about sex, pretty much 24/7 … but aside from the occasional prostate milkings, and the hours and hours spent wearing a strap-on fucking my wife with a dick I could not feel, I had pretty much forgotten that sex could ever be associated with something resembling pleasure.

That is why I was so shocked why my mistress unlocked me. First we went down into the basement where nobody could see. I assumed I was in for a whipping for the poor quality of the food I cooked for her dinner. Not only did she unlock my dick, but she did so without restraining me. Then she gave my dick a sweet kiss. Honestly, I thought it would blow right there, but clearly the months of being locked up had an effect and it didn't even get hard.

A Plasticised Doll’s Story [MF] [sci-fi][anal][drugs][nc][prost]

I guess my story started out like so many other girls who disappeared on the streets. After being kicked out by my parents I started selling my body for drug money on the street corner down-town. That was when I met up with Steve. He took me off the streets and gave me a drugs, lots of drugs, so much I didn't realize what he was doing. As I learned later he bombed my system with growth hormones and estrogen, my already ample breasts exploded in size, my pussy became engorged. He also starved me at the same time, feeding me laxatives and emptying out my stomach.

Why was I chosen? Apparently a rich mobster had taken a liking to fucking me and wanted me 'done up' for him. I remembered him, he loved doggy style and liked ramming my ass then my cunt in that order…. not healthy for me but for drug money I would do anything.

Anyways, drugged out of my mind I remember them strapping me to some weird table with me on my hands and knees, with my legs spread apart and my ass pointing up. I thought I was just going to be fucked like in some kinky scene.. how wrong I was.