She lays nearly naked on the bed. Her dark hair flowing across one shoulder. A black kimono wrapped around her. She watches him closely. He sits in the antique, wooden chair that usually resides at the dressing table in the corner of the bedroom. He’s mostly naked, but not quite. He’s wearing his chastity cage, because they feel all sub guys should be. He’s also wearing a rather large butt plug, because his partner likes him like that. Plus he’s wearing a ball gag, because, regardless of the situation, he always talks too much. He’s still not quite sure how he ended up like this. He just followed his partner’s lead, as always, and one thing just lead to another. The last thing he wore were the leather cuffs that were holding his wrists securely to the wooden arms of the chair. He was beginning to wonder where she was going with all this, when they both heard a knock at the door.
Author: KinkyGeekWriting
Play [MF] [Fdom] [Cuck] [Oral]
She sits on the bed, phone in one hand. The AC sends a cool chill across her skin, there’s quite a bit of it exposed at the moment. The black underbust corset accentuates her uncovered breasts, her long, dark hair shimmers down her back. The long, dark stockings reach up to her knees, shielding them somewhat from the cool air. But that’s all she wears. Her eyes are fixed on her screen as she chats away, flicking from one conversation to the next. She’s become pretty good at multitasking these conversations. She continues to chat away, a smile on her face.
Her eyes shift away from the screen for a while to observe the scene before her. With her other hand she reaches out and uses the riding crop she holds to gently rub the exposed balls of her husband. He’s laying on his back in front of her, or more beneath her, well both, actually. He too wears very little. The cock attached to the balls she’s stroking is struggling to break free of its confines. This amuses her and makes her smile even more. The cock locked inside that cage was generally considered by her to be much too small to be of use in the traditional sense, but it did still have its uses in giving her pleasure, such as it did now. It was fun to play with it like this. She gives his balls a quick sharp whack with the crop, then goes back to gently rubbing them and turns her attention back to the phone.
A Living Latex Pillow [MF] [Latex] [Cuck] [Anal] [Fdom] [Extreme Body Modification] [Consensual]
He sits on the couch, motionless. It’s where he spends most of his time. He can’t very well just get up and walk away, after all. She had his arms and legs removed years ago. It was all consensual, of course. She told him her idea and he agreed, after not much thought. The way she explained it to him, it seemed to him like it was the obvious thing to do, like he would have been crazy not to accept. At the same time they had removed his vocal chords. The knew he wouldn’t need them anymore. So they both agreed it just made sense to have them done at the same time.
He breathes in deeply through his nose. He feels the cool, night air against the inside of his nostrils. It was, after all, one of the few exposed places left where he could feel anything. Part of the agreement he made with his wife was that he would be permanently encased, from head to toe (or torso, as it were) in latex. She had a custom suit especially made for him. No arms or legs, for obvious reasons, an attached hood with no eye holes, nose holes with little hoses that extended partially up into his nostrils so no skin need be exposed, a padlocked zip across his mouth, and a padlocked zip across his anus. When he happily climbed inside it, they had used a mixture of lubricant, glue and other things to help glide him in. Once settled, the mixture halted all hair growth and the glue bound the latex permanently to his skin.
Transitioning Him to a Life on the Farm [MF] [MM]
*This is the first draft of a story I’ve been working on. I literally finished it five minutes ago. It’s very long and rough at the moment. I’m going to continue refining it. I just wanted to get it out there first to get a feel for feedback.*
*Constructive comments are certainly welcome.*
*Warning: covers some really taboo areas that might be too much for some people.*
*Edit 1: Chapters*
#Chapter 1
Losing his job had been the final straw. It wasn’t his fault. He was good at his job and earned a respectable income. But business had slowed and the company was downsizing. He felt sure he’d find work reasonably quickly. He was well-qualified, experienced and personable. But things weren’t what they used to be. People were living longer, thanks to modern medical advances, aging slower. That meant more people of a working age, but less available jobs due to the progressing automation of everything. And so, after nearly six months, he still found himself out of work and the family savings starting to run dry.
Moving Him to the Farm [Str8] [Bi] [MF] [MM]
*This is the first draft of a story I’ve been working on. I literally finished it five minutes ago. It’s very long and rough at the moment. I’m going to continue refining it. I just wanted to get it out there first to get a feel for feedback. Warning: covers some really taboo areas that might be too much for some people.*
Losing his job had been the final straw. It wasn’t his fault. He was good at his job and earned a respectable income. But business had slowed and the company was downsizing. He felt sure he’d find work reasonably quickly. He was well-qualified, experienced and personable. But the things weren’t what they used to be. People were living longer, thanks to modern medical advances, aging slower. That meant more people of a working age, but less available jobs due to the progressing automation of everything. And so, after nearly six months, he still found himself out of work and the family savings starting to run dry.