JackRosenkohl, Author at NSFW story

Jack’s Shorts: Bound and helpless

She lay on the bed. Her hands and legs were secured with leather wrist- and ankle cuffs connected to the corners of the frame. Here she lay, her legs spread wide, unable to move just a bit. Her pussy was completely exposed.

He had put a blindfold over her eyes and a spider gag into her mouth. Then he had teased her a bit, playing with her nipples, caressing her inner thighs, moving his hands up until his fingers touched her wet pussy.

Then he had taken the magic wand – the mother of all vibrators – a huge stick with a soft ball-like head and had strapped it to her right inner thigh. He had used two leather belts to fix it into securely into place – the ball firmly pushed on her clit.

She had squirmed, but slowly calmed down, when nothing else happened.

Then he flicked the switch.

The wand came to life: a soft, deep, murmuring sound. She flinched, but at once relaxed.

This machine was not battery powered – it had to be connected to a power outlet. It wasn’t one of those flimsy toys – it had raw power, and you felt it. This made the experience using a wand so unique. Read more »

The Church of WtF – 04 – Recruiting

My mobile rang. I answered. To my excitement, Cara was on the line. She told me that Elenore couldn’t accompany her today and she had planned to find new members. So she’d wondered whether I would be ready to take Elenore’s place.

The thought of spending a day with Cara made me feel more that good, so I accepted – no questions asked.

Half an hour later, we met at the subway station and walked a while to get to the place where she wanted to start.

She rang the door bell at the first house. A man opened and she replayed the usual intro: “Good morning Sir, sorry to impose, but would you consider having us talk to you about the Church of WtF?”.

“No thanks”, the man said and closed the door without further goodbye.

She shrugged and turned around, heading for the next house.

At the fifth refusal to talk to us, I noted “Perhaps you and Elenore simply are a better teaser than I am.”.

“Nonsense – that’s the usual quota. We’ll find somebody, just you wait.”, she replied. Read more »

Revenge – Part 6 – The Trap

For the fifth time, I prepared my spell to call Drenvynia to the mortal plane. I was thinking about the possibilities of catching her right when she’d arrive, as she always tried to attack me as soon as she had been transported. The spell made sure, she forgot everything – but this resulted in her not knowing about the futility of her attacks.

The spell finished with the usual “Tenebris, Drenvynia” and her body appeared on the ground. I was quick with the wrist-straps to prevent her from attacking me, but when I touched her some kind of electric discharge blew me to the wall behind me. I passed out.

When I came to myself, I was lying on the bed in the other room, completely naked. My hands where cuffed; she sitting on a chair next to the bed, grinning – obviously she had been waiting for me to wake up.

“Wakey-Wakey honey”, she said in best mood. “I have no bloody Idea, how you deserved my presence, but I’ll simply tag along for the time being”. Read more »

The Bucket-List – 04 – First Day at Work

The next day, Sarah met with Madelaine at the shop. They were sitting in the changing room.

Sarah had dressed like on her first day and looked smashing. The piercings on her nipples still hurt, as well as the tattoo, but at least the traces of the hair removal had subsided. Johannes was sitting in the back of the room, taking care of some paperwork.

“So, what will I have to do?”, Sarah asked.

Madelaine seemed to ponder the thought, then she said: “You’ll do, what you did the first day: dance in the window and attract customers.”

“Sure”, Sarah replied.

“Then you’ll get to the club and choose, which you want to take first and take him to one of the backrooms to meet his requirements.”, Madelaine continued.

“Wait… You mean… Have sex with him?!”, Sarah asked, very irritated. Johannes looked up.

“Well of course”, Madelaine exclaimed.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not a whore!”, Sarah screamed at her.

“Did you think, we pay that kind of money for a bit of dancing and showing your ass?”, Madelaine asked.

“Well… I… YES”, Sarah said. “I will never…” Read more »

Jack’s Shorts: Waxing with Benefits

She was lying on the treatment chair in the back of the spa. Susanne had booked a full spa treatment and part of it was a waxing of her private parts.

“Hi, I’m Ayleen. I’ll be your aide for today.”, the beautiful woman with the long brown hair said. She was not tall, even close to petite, but she had a curvy, athletic body and cute face.

“Have you ever had a waxing?”, she asked.

“No, I used an electric shaver up to now”, Susanne replied.

“I see, Ayleen said, placing the typical 3.5 x 7 inch waxing pads on the sides of her pussy. She rubbed them to make sure, they had contact to the skin everywhere.

She waited a while and then said: “This will sting. May I lock you down, to prevent you from moving?”

“Is that necessary?”, Susanne asked.

“It makes a lot of sense, I’d say”, Ayleen answered.

Susanne nodded her approval and Ayleen took a belt, binding her waist to the chair’s backrest. Her feet were strapped to the leg-rests. Read more »

Revenge – Part 5 – A Wicked Machine

Preparing the summoning for Drenvynia for the fourth time, I was thinking, how to exact my revenge on the succubus who ruthlessly killed my parents so many years ago. She was going to suffer. Suffer big time!

I had thought a lot about whether I would want to lift the part of the spell, that kept her forgetting, what I did to her, every time, when she returned to her plane of existence. But I had dropped the idea. I wouldn’t make the same mistake as my father and underestimate her – it had cost him his life and made him kill my mother on Drenvynia’s Order in the process.

I cast the spell to call her and jumped her as soon as she materialized on the floor. As usual I cuffed her with wrist- and ankle-straps. I put the ball gag in her mouth to keep her from insulting me continuously.

Then I took her to the prepared construction for today’s session. I had used some pipes, roughly the diameter of a fist to build a strange contraption: two vertical pipes went from floor to ceiling and were securely fixed in place. At about table height a similar pipe went horizontally to connect the vertical pipes, making it look like a huge ‘H’. Read more »

Farm Blues – 04 – Outdoor Activities

A week later, Ciara returned to Jack. She’d left the city as soon as possible and met him at the farm a few hours later.

She couldn’t wait to meet him. The week without him had been hell for her. She threw herself in his arms and kissed him for minutes. With a cheeky smile, she noticed the massive boner in his trousers.

“Remember our last week’s game with the toys?”, she asked.

“How could I forget?”, he replied with a big smile.

“How about we continue it? We only got one toy then…”, she offered.

“I’m ahead of you. I’ve already thought about some other options. Do you care to try?”, he ventured.

“Hell yeah! I’m so horny! Five days without you have been a real stretch.”, she answered, following him to the back of the farm.

He’d put a large blanket to the ground, in the middle of the lawn. “There?”, she asked, “somebody could see us…”.

“Forget it. Nobody comes here – at least not in the ‘getting here’-way. You, on the other hand, WILL be coming, I’m sure.”, he answered, laying her down to the blanket, covering her with kisses. Read more »

The Bucket-List – 03 – Blackmailed

Sarah was sitting in an office-like room with Johannes. He was smiling broadly, obviously very satisfied.

“You did extremely well. I want you to work for me.”, he offered.

“Thank you so much, but I just wanted to scratch this off my bucket-list. I’m not sure, what I want to do for a living, yet.”, she replied.

He continued “You are so very talented. Don’t let this go to waste. You can earn a lot of money here.”

“I’m not a pimp, like you get them at all corners around in Amsterdam. We’re doing business here – and I’m the boss, but my girls are my employees not my slaves, each with everything to be very well: official payroll, they participate in the business’ results, the have full social security and insurance. We’re partner’s here – not a pimp with his whores.”

“That explains a lot”, Sarah replied, “Ginger seemed so happy, so positive.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. My job is to protect the girls and keep the business running, the girls participate in all we’re earning here. Big time”, he explained. Read more »

Farm Blues – 03 – Toys

The next day, Ciara woke up and looked for Jack. In the house, he was nowhere to be found, so she looked outside. He was working on her car. His arms to his shoulders in the depths of the motor, he just pulled a bunch of cables out.

His upper body was covered in grease and oil but he had a triumphant grin on his face. He showed her the cable: “Got it! Here’s your problem.”

“A… cable?”, she asked carefully, raising a brow.

“Not exactly. More, what’s missing on it”, he said and showed her, that there were bite marks on the cable and several wires were completely cut. “Looks like you had a visitor in your motor. Martens tend to do this quite often.”

I can fix it provisionally, but you should have the cable changed at a service station, as my work won’t keep humidity and dirt away permanently.

He took the cable to his workbench, reconnected the wires and insulated them. Then he put the cable back and tried the engine. It started at once. Shutting it down again, he got out and said “You’re good to go!”, smiling broadly. Read more »

Jack’s Shorts: On the Hunt

I was sitting at the counter in a cheap bar. Loud music and a lot of drunken people, the smell of alcohol and tobacco in the air.

I knew, what I wanted. I had chosen my sluttiest outfit: black thigh-highs, red heels and a black skirt stretched to its limit to cover my ass and so short, that it could rather be classified as a “belt” instead of a “skirt”. Below a red string. The top was also black – a skin-tight belly-free one, presenting my boobs in a most pleasant way – and showing off, that I was wearing no bra.

I was on the hunt.

A guy behind my back asked – trying to top the music volume, “May I invite you for a drink?”

“No.”, I answered, “I was just about to leave”, carefully putting just a hint of teasing in my voice.

He was quick – it took him only a second to come back with the correct reply: “So? Where are we leaving to?” He took a step forward, positioning himself right behind me and – as I was sitting on a barstool – this made me feel his boner on my ass. Read more »