She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!
This story is based on my husband's experiences when he was a boy, as well as the lifestyle he and I have lived since our marriage in 2000. It is mostly true, although some parts are due to my "artistic license."
I sat staring wide eyed with shock at the TV screen, though I was staring at the screen I wasn't really taking in what it was showing any more. Lord knows how long I sat in that numbed state, but it was only the 'clunk' and auto-rewinding of the tape in the VCR that brought me semi-back to my senses... the woman being fucked and showing every sign of enjoying what was being done to her was none other than my wife of 25 years, Ruth!
A Story in the Women As Sex Toys Universe
A girl accidentally walks in on a nerdy guy in the bathroom at a college kegger. When she sees the size of his member, she practically begs him to fuck her. When he didn't bring any rubbers, she changes her mind about having sex. He doesn't. He strangles her and rapes her anyway. She discovers that she has an asphyxiation fetish and begs for more.
This one is not what you'd usually expect from me. For starters, this story contains no futanari. It is a male on female story with BDSM elements. This one-shot story is dedicated to Luna, my beloved wife, you are my muse.