Nov 30, 2007

Naughty Nurse

Below is the continuation of this story.

Melanie didn't have a nursing degree but she knew more than most practicing RNs. She'd been involved in the medical fetish community since before she graduated college and had been practicing with all things medical--needles, injections, bloodletting, enemas, and so much more--ever since. She had even taken to giving her friends and colleagues their annual flu shots for the last few years.

The main project for the last few months had been the treatment and transformation of her best friend's husband from a red-blooded American male to a submissive, feminized slave. To that end, she'd been employing a wide variety of hormones, tonics, and other items of questionable origin.

The patient, michael, lay on the examination table. His hands were bound above his head and the look of worry on his face was comical to Melanie. She stood next to him, opening an alcohol wipe, and relishing the power that she felt. Lifting up his thin cotton gown, she saw how shriveled his tiny penis had gotten out of fear. She wiped the cool cotton swap over one of his nipples and noticed an immediate change as his penis began to grow from her stimulation. His fear became mortification as his body betrayed him.

She said nothing with words but allowed him to see her raise an eyebrow and tsk at the sight.

His nipples cleaned, she threw away the wipe before donning her rubber gloves. She snapped them on each wrist with menacing finality. She took a large needle from her tray and allowed the light to catch it before bending over him.

Her smell was intoxicating. Her honey brown hair brushed his shoulder and he felt her warm breath on his skin just as he felt the sharp sting in his right nipple as the needle penetrated his flesh. It seemed to take forever before the needle came through the other side of his aureole. She moved back, allowing him to see the thin piece of metal running into one side of his nipple and out through the other. Despite the pain, the sensation was enough to bring his penis to full arousal.

She moved to the other side of the examination table and performed the procedure again on his other nipple. This time, he couldn't help but cry out. Tears welled in his eyes as the sight of his skewered nipples and hard cock was too much to bear.

"Now, now," Melanie cooed. "You know this is for the best, baby girl."

Back at her tray, she prepared a hypodermic. "This is some more special medicine for my girl," she said, leaning over him again. The needle pierced his skin and Melanie pushed down the plunger. Her special concoction began welling under his skin. "Here you go... Now you'll have big boobies, just like Auntie Melanie." And, indeed, his breasts did look more swollen than they had before.

She repeated the process on his other breast. The solution had a calming effect on michael. Likewise, the pain of the procedures thus far had released the natural endorphins that eased him into a more submissive frame of mind.

Back at her tray, Melanie prepared a rather frightening hypodermic -- the needle had to be at least two inches long and the tube attached to it was full. "This is going to hurt," Melanie said, grinning at him. She bent over him, taking his cock in one of her rubber-gloved hands as she sank the needle into his balls.

He screamed as he felt the needle pierce him and the liquid run into him like fire. "This is going to make your balls really big and sore... and then they'll start to shrink up until they're just little beans. This will make more room in your pretty panties, little girl," she said, chuckling.

The pain put an immediate cessation to his hardness. His penis became tiny and flaccid and this was exactly what Melanie desired. She unrolled a small canvas bag. Inside were several long, silver, metal skewers. She withdrew one and held it before michael's face. "Do you know where this is going?" she asked.

He could only sob and shake his head.

"This is going all the way down your little penis. This is a sounds." She placed it back on her tray before getting another alcohol rub that she used on the head of his penis. The alcohol burned but, at the same time, the warmth felt pleasant on some levels to michael. She noticed that his cock was attempting to get hard again. Rather than allow this, she used her thumb and forefinger to thump his swollen balls. He cried out again and his cock shrunk immediately.

Taking the sounds, she used some medicinal lubricant on it, also dabbing some on the slit of his penis. Holding his penis with one hand, she used the other to guide the Dittel sounds inside.

Immediately, the urgent feeling of urinating hit michael. He was overcome with the dread and humiliation of peeing himself while he wasn't actually doing so. He'd never felt anything going into his urethra, just urine coming out. He whimpered as he watched the metal spike slide inside of him.

She loved seeing the clean silver metal disappear into him, knowing the sensations that she sent through his body as she did it. In a sense, she was fucking his penis with this hard metal. She slid it in until she knew to stop. Afterwards, she put a small cage around his cock and balls that held the sounds straight into the air, perpendicular to his body. This sight was so amusing that she had to laugh to herself again.

While she removed her gloves she admired her handiwork. She thought of the perfect addition to michael's discomfort.

Melanie retrieved a TENS unit from her bag and connected the alligator clips to the metal tip of the sounds. She set it on low and started the electrical current running down the metal into michael's penis. He moaned low at the introduction of this new sensation. She smiled before clicking the "UP" button on the unit to increase the voltage.

He moaned again, this time with a hint of urgency, as if unsure whether he was feeling something pleasurable or painful shooting through his member and running through his body. She clicked "UP" again, twice now. The moan became something of a mewl and then a howl as any question of pleasure was demolished and only pain coursed through him in pulses.

How she enjoyed being the bringer of pain through her medical experience. Too often she was cautious of giving "ouchies" while every time she was with michael she could give as much pain as she desired. She watched him writhe and upped the voltage again. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes and his body began to shake uncontrollably. She allowed this to go on for another thirty seconds before slowly dialing back the TENS down to zero.

She slid the sounds out of him and knew that this brought on the sensation of urination once again. Rather than letting him wet his cell again later on, Melanie removed a prepared catheter from her bag and inserted the pre-lubed tip into his urethra... pushing deeper this time until she pushed into his bladder. Immediately, a stream of urine began to flow out and fill the plastic bag between his legs.

This humiliation was simply too much. Michael began to cry openly now as he lost control of his bladder. This only made Melanie laugh aloud. "Poor baby," she mocked. "Is she going pee pee all on her own?" She laughed again.

She went about her business, cleaning up her equipment, as the urine continued to drain from michael's bladder and tears continued to fall from his eyes.

When empty, she removed the catheter tube and then removed the spikes from his nipples. This attention immediately brought a response from his penis again. "See? Everything's okay," she giggled.

She had him roll over onto his stomach, his hard-on brushing the paper of her examination table. She injected him with a sedative that put him out immediately. She would have Kevin wheel him back to his cell later.

Nov 21, 2007

Musical Interlude

Porno Person by Doktor Kosmos

Fuck 'Em All by The Dwarves

I'm just messing around with an MP3 embedded player. Wanted to make sure it works to spec.

Nov 19, 2007



You know I love nerdy girls. This site seems to be for me. Any girl that uses a 20-sided die as a sex prop know the way I roll. ;)

Nov 16, 2007

Big Fun in a Small Space

To say that my apartment was small is an understatement. As the old joke goes, you had to step into the hallway just to change your mind. It always amazed me the amount of things that Kitty could do to me in such a small space. But, really, most of the things she did to me took place in the space between my ears.

Kitty came in carrying a small duffel bag and wearing an evil grin on her face (and not much else). She had only told me that tonight she would be using me in ways that I'd not been used before. I could only gulp a bit and know that whatever she was doing would be in my best interest and, more importantly, for her pleasure.

She instructed me to strip. She stood and watched, her arms crossed, as I removed all of my clothes. I reddened under her gaze. Tapped her booted foot impatiently as she watched me remove every inch of clothing. Once I was bare, she had me stand with my hands above my head, facing away from her.

I could hear her getting items out of her bag. Time moved strangely for me as I stood, staring ahead at nothing, listening for everything that I could and wondering what was in store for me.

Her warm hand graped my shoulder. "Turn around and lay across the bed," she told me sternly. I felt something slick and hard push against my asshole. Bending over, I felt it penetrate my hole. The invasion wasn't gentle and it wasn't quick. She pushed something inside of me, deep and fast. I gasped and she shushed me. "Just accept it," she told me.

Suddenly, I felt the sensation of warmth and wetness. "Grasp your asshole tight," she commanded. Obeying, I felt myself being filled now. She moved into my peripheral vision where she had a tall device like one would see in a hospital. Rather than an IV handing from it, there was an enema bag. She loosened the clamp that began flooding my insides with a deluge of water and discomfort. "You'd better take every drop," she hissed before leaving my side.

I whimpered helplessly as my insides were irrigated. It didn't take long for the cramping to start. I had never had an enema for "recreation" before and it had been years since my last one. I forgot the intense discomfort that made me reel.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my asshole as clenched as I could make it. I didn't want to embarrass myself or upset Kitty by disobeying. I tried to keep my breathing steady, though I wanted to pant with nervousness and pain. While I did this, Kitty readied other things in the room.

"Hold tight," she said. I tried clenching as fast and tight as I could as she snatched the nozzle from my bottom. I felt a few drops of water drip down my legs but managed to hold in the rest of the solution that filled me. "You're to hold that for as long as you can, do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I responded. I wondered how long I could possibly endure the sensation. A fresh wave of cramps struck just then and I cried out. I felt as if I was being torn in two but knew I couldn't give up yet. I wanted to hold out as long as possible. I wanted to make Kitty happy and I knew taking as much pain as possible would do so.

Kitty sat on the bed. I could see her black nylon clad legs. My eyes followed them up to a pair of short denim shorts. She put something else into my field of vision; a magazine. She slid it down until it was in front of my eyes. It was one of those "letters" magazines like Man Talk, Options or the like. "Read it," she commanded.

Gritting my teeth, I began. The story was already in progress. "I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at his anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into him, opening him wider over the head of my cock. He moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing him to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, he nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of him."

I moaned. Not out of arousal but out of extreme discomfort. I heard the distinct sound of a phone being dialed. "Hello, Marcia? This is Kitty. Yes, it's going swimmingly. He's a couple quarts up. It's story time. Want to hear? Sure." She slid her phone down next to the magazine. "Keep reading, slut," she said.

I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly as another wave of cramps took over. I found my voice and started reading again, "Seeing the look of pleasure on his face and feeling his ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around his waist and began pulling him against me as I pushed into him. I could feel the vibration as he pulled his cock beneath me as I fucked him harder. He started to cum and as he reached his orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into him, over and over again as I exploded inside of his ass."

Kitty took her phone back. "Yes. Oh yes, certainly. Thanks. You too. Bye," she said before hanging up. I knew that I couldn't go on any longer without making a mess.


"Yes, slut."

"May I relieve myself?"

"Yes, slut. You may."

I started to stand up from the bed and walk awkwardly to the bathroom.

"What do you think you're doing, slut?" Kitty demanded. "You will crawl there.

Getting to my knees was a trial in itself. Once there, I got down onto my hands and started crawling to the bathroom. The trip never seemed to take as long as it did then. It took all of my self and muscle control to get onto the toilet before releasing. The noise was horribly embarrassing and my small place did nothing to keep Kitty from hearing the torrent.

It felt like I was in the bathroom for an hour. When I finally crawled out, Kitty was waiting for me wearing a strap on dildo, a wicked smile, a half-shirt, and little else. "Now that you're all cleaned out for me, you're going to take my cock up that pretty little cunt of yours," she said, laughing darkly. "Crawl over here quickly and stand up next to this desk."

I did as she said. She grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me down until I was bent over. She told me to brace my hands on the desk and leaned over me until I felt her body against me. "You're going to be my good little bitch, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said sotto voce.

"Good answer," she said, pushing the head of her cock against my asshole.

She grabbed onto my hips and began opening me. The pressure from her hips built until my body opened to her and accepted her overlarge dildo. She grunted as I opened to her and pulled my hips closer to her, moving her cock deeper inside. "Oh yeah," she hissed. "Yes, take it, bitch. Take my cock."

She pushed farther into me. It felt like we were the only two people in the world as we stood in the tight quarters of my apartment. In our limited space, only the inches that moved in and out of me felt important. Kitty maneuvered her hips as she slid in and out of me, "Oh, right there," she said. "It's pushing right against my clit now. Oh, yes." She began fucking me, now. Each thrust count; giving her pleasure and taking her closer. She slapped my ass, reflexively making me clench down tighter on her cock and increasing the resistance she felt. She groaned lower, almost growling.

She began bucking against me. Fucking me, making me cry out. She began grunting in tandem with me. My cries seemed to spur her on. We both got louder and louder. Me from pain mixed with a modicum of pleasure, she from pure unadulterated lust and pleasure. Finally, she grasped onto my shoulders and jammed her cock into me as deep as she could get it. I heard her crescendo; her cries became staccato yelps as she orgasmed. She threw herself against my back, allowing her arms to hang down by my side as she caught her breath. I felt my ass spasm, continuing to clutch at Kitty's cock. She wiped her sweaty brow against my back and slapped my ass again before she slid out of me.

I heard her collapse on my bed. My knees were weak and it was difficult to stay leaning over the desk. Yet, I knew I couldn't move until given permission. Kitty rested for a few minutes before she got up and went about her business. I kept my eyes forward, concentrating on staying where I stood.

Soon, Kitty came back to stand next to me. She was fully-dressed once again. She kissed my cheek and stroked my bare bottom before bidding me goodbye and telling me that she'd see me again soon.

Cute Goth Girl

This gal's a model for, one of the best off-beat t-shirt places around.

Nov 15, 2007

Republica "Ready To Go"

"Always love the one you hurt," croons Saffron, the lead singer from Republica. She's oddly hot to me.

Nov 14, 2007

You Bring Out The Fetish In Me...

Ever wonder what your favorite starlet looks like wearing PVC, leather, corsets, etc? Thank goodness for Kinky Gerlinky -- a terrific resource for today's modern star/model in today's fetishy goodness. Take a gander at some of these pix and then drool on over to Kinky Gerlinky's blog.

Nov 12, 2007

Sugasm #105

Good news! My story Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy managed to make it into Sugasm 105!

Erica Campbell courtesy of ErotiCandy.

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Nov 5, 2007

Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy

This is a sequel to this story.

Charlie stood behind him. The submissive could feel Charlie's cock, urgent, against his panties... pushing them into the crack of his bottom. Charlie held the smaller man against him, his breath hot on the submissive's neck, his voice in his ear. "Is my girl hungry?" Charlie asked, knowing full well the answer.

Since Charlie had taken over michael's life, he had survived on a diet consisting of daily doses of semen and an IV drip of other essential nutrients that Charlie, Kevin, and Melanie had deemed necessary. There were other additions to the cocktail mix that kept michael calm and pliable. There was even a good does of female hormones that emasculated michael -- or "wendy" as he was known more often -- even more. This "all-cum diet" had done exactly what Charlie had wanted. It made michael/wendy a cock-hungry whore who sucked cock like his life depended on it for, in a manner of speaking, it did.

Kevin took full advantage of michael's mouth, using the submissive's mouth a few times a day. It was Charlie's privilege alone, though, to use michael's "pussy" and he had been breaking it in slowly for the last four months.

Michael had no idea that he'd been in captivity for a third of the year. He had little memory of the days before he was kidnapped. His life had become a blur and it seemed that he had lived his entire life as Charlie and Angela's property.

Angela, his wife in another lifetime, had engaged in a wild extramarital fling with Charlie. His cocksure cocksmanship has captured her imagination. Rather than getting a divorce, she decided to give her husband to Charlie as a present, turning michael into a living sex toy. Since then, Angela, Charlie, and Charlie's friends had taken their turns at forming michael into their ideal concubine.

"Please, Daddy, please put it inside of me," michael whined as Charlie rubbed his bare cock against the panty-clad ass. Charlie grinned to himself, thinking of the times when michael would beg to not be fucked.

"Such a little slut," he whispered into michael's ear. Charlie had been using and abusing michael's "pussy" for months now; stretching him out with butt plugs of various sizes. At first, Melanie would stroke michael's cock while the poor little sub got his ass stretched, giving michael mixed messages of pleasure and pain in a sweet discomfort. Now michael needed his ass filled. He rubbed his ass back against Charlie's cock, practically cooing at the idea of taking Charlie's fat meat inside of him.

Charlie knew that michael had to be hurting. It had been a week since the little bitch boy had been "milked." Between that lack of release and the extra hormones in his IV, michael was a complete bitch in heat. His poor little sexual organ wasn't available to him for masturbation, either. He had been in a chastity device that encased his little penis and would cause pain whenever he got hard.

"God, Charlie, fuck her already. Can't you hear her begging for it?" Angela laughed. She sat across from them, taking in the scene. She loved watching Charlie fuck michael. Something about seeing her slave husband bent over and crying out as Charlie stuffed his cock into the little sissy gave her goose bumps. She relished every time she heard michael squeal and each time Charlie grunted in satisfaction as he orgasmed. She had enjoyed seeing michael emasculated and humiliating him.

Charlie looped his thumbs through the side of michael's panties and slid them down ever-so-slowly. Angela watched as michael's hips moved back and forth, uncontrollably, as if fucking the air. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, please..." This whimpering only served to make Charlie's enormous cock even harder. He spit on his hand and rubbed the head of his thick prick, spreading spittle and precum over the purple mushroom head. He looked at Angela and smiled as he lined up the head of his cock with michael's waiting bunghole, winking at her as he pushed himself into the slut's hole.

Emitting a terrific howl of pain and satisfaction, michael pushed himself as far down onto Charlie's cock as the larger man would allow. Angela smiled and zoomed her small hand held camcorder in to catch more of the action. She had been carefully documenting her cuckolded husband's transformation from the beginning. The clips she culled from the hours of tape had garnered her a good income via web and DVD sales.

She watched through the viewfinder as michael's face went through paroxysms of pain and pleasure as Charlie drove deep. Charlie began spanking michael's ass as he fucked the submissive, making michael's asshole clench up with each blow. Charlie grunted with the new intensity as his cock was clutched by the muscles inside the submissive slut. Angela focused on Charlie's face as he crossed the threshold into orgasm, grabbing onto michael's hips roughly and slamming the submissive's ass down hard, pushing deeper into michael than before. She watched as Charlie's face attained the calm glow of sexual satisfaction.

He slid out of michael. The submissive whined at being so empty so suddenly. Charlie removed his filled condom and threw it down in front of michael as a treat for the cum whore. Angela faded out the scene as Charlie wiped himself off before coming to her and kissing her. Leaving the room, they looked back at michael, down on his knees slurping at the condom, his ankles chained to the wall-mounted hooks that kept him secure. They were both pleased at how well their re-education program was progressing.

Kat Fancy

To paraphrase Janet Weiss from THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, I don't like a girl with too many tattoos. I think I make an exception for Kat Von D from TLC's "Miami Ink" and "L.A. Ink." She may not be the smartest girl in the world (her speech is peppered with about fifteen "like"s per minute, like you know?) but something about her pixie face and those stars around her eyes just really do it for me.

Nov 4, 2007

Celebrating a Year of Perversion

I've been penning this blog for a year now and thought I'd take a few minutes to look back at what this site has become for me.

I've been writing dirty stories in various shapes and sizes since I was a teen. I consider those first letters that I used to pen for various Dominas my first attempt to put into word the feelings and fantasies that I was coming to grips with after my "discovery" of BDSM.

The "various Dominas" were those fine ladies of Domina Express, a publication filled with ads from Dommes around the world. It was similar to the DDI (Domination Directory International) but less glossy and catered more to a less professional crowd or at least that's what I thought. Through a scattershot effort to find a Dominant woman with which to correspond or serve (I was hoping for at least a conversation!), I discovered that a lot of these "real women" were actually some kind of front for a business. I kept getting the same response letter from various "ladies" -- all with the same nasty perfume smell and all with the same flowery font. And, alas, all with the request to send money. It was quite an eye-opener.

However, there were a few real women to be found in the pages of Domina Express as well as the pages of a local independent paper's classified ads. That's where I found Sybarta along with a few other Domme ladies with which to speak. Some of them I spoke to for years.

Through those early days, I began to open myself via prose and explore some of the oddball thoughts rolling around in my head. I went back to the things that piqued my interests and why they might have. Since correspondence was relatively "safe," I tried to not hold anything back. I know that I did -- and still do -- but I feel safe here, too, and I don't mind sharing as much as I do. Thanks for all of your support.

Nov 2, 2007

Nov 1, 2007

I Got Posted in Sugasm 103!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them….

Thanks to Sugasm for picking my story Anniversary Present: A Fantasy for their list!

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