Responsibility Ch. 29

AN ORDINARY MAN My name is Jerry Smith. I'm just an ordinary guy. I stand 5'9" tall and weigh 155 pounds. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I got middling grades in high school and also in college. I am fit for my age, 42 y/o. I work as a mid-level manager for a retail clothing chain. I grew up in a rough area, and my size caused me some problems. If you give in, you get smashed there. So, I never gave in to anyone. Sometimes I got my ass beat, but normally I dished out punishment. After a while, trouble stopped happening so much. Still, I kept up training at a boxing gym. About ten years ago I stopped boxing. A group of us did MMA. That was more challenging. It was my only hobby. I'm married to Joann, 42 y/o, brunette, 5'6", with a slim figure and a very pretty face. We met as freshmen at State U. She was pre-law, but we had two classes together. We started talking, then dating. Joann was pretty popular at school. All the frat guys wanted to get with her. B...

I walk around you, my bare feet moving softly on the plush carpet. You're restrained, arms above your head to the foot of the bed. Your body is beautiful, naked and on display with a light sheen of sweat on your skin from the remote vibe currently in your ass. I've been alternating between fucking you and edging you for the better part of an hour as evident by the pool of precum glistening on your abs. Your eyes are glassy and unfocused in your aroused state and I almost take pity on you and let you cum. "He almost looks ready for me," the low voice says from across the room and I turn to smile at our guest. Long muscular limbs are on full display as he reclines low in the chair, stroking his cock leisurely and enjoying the show. "Almost...," I agree before leaning down and licking some of your saliva off of the ball gag in your mouth. You moan in response and your arms pull against the restraints trying to get at me. Reaching beneath your head I unfast...

Hollie knelt on the floor next to her Master. Master was idly stroking her head while he talked with the other men in the room. A leashed girl was kneeling next to most of them as well. Like her, these girls were slaves, having voluntarily given up their freedom for the safety and security of being owned by another person. The gathered Masters and slaves were at a party that was winding down. Dinner had been served, the Masters being served steak at a large table, and the slaves eating the scraps from their dog bowls on the floor. One of the slave's, Lana, had put on an enticing burlesque routine and several other slaves had demonstrated their pain threshold as they were beaten with various implements by whoever wanted to put them to the test. Hollie nuzzled Master's knee. He pulled on her leash to draw her close to him. she heard the clattering of dishes being washed as Master began to play with her right breast. "We do have one more performance for tonight, gentlemen....

Welcome back, everyone, or for the first time! Again, sincere apologies for the gap between chapters. Real life has once again gotten completely out of hand. This chapter is longer by a stretch than the others, and has a lot of build-up and exposition before the naughty bits at the end. That being said, Chapter Seven will be very heavy on the action and erotica, and lighter on the plot. As usual, a little bit of non-narrative description before we jump in: this is a world where "settled peoples" would probably never travel more than a day's walk from the place they were born. Even nomads or herders like Leotie's people would tread the same trails and paths following game or pasture generation after generation. The idea of one city-state marching an army over the hills to conquer another one and then trying to govern the conquered territory is absolutely a new and unfamiliar concept for these peoples. So too, is a journey like the one Kiravi has embarked on, or a pro...

[This is a story about Injection fetish. If you've never read those two words in that sequence and don't know what it is, this is going to be boring for you. You've been warned.] +I appreciate all feedback. Better if it's direct. +All characters are 18+. *** It was a regular Monday at the college. I was having a very bland lunch in the canteen when the screen of my phone lit up. A WhatsApp text from Ayesha. I quickly opened it. "I'm finally back in Mumbai. And I'm craving some vitamins. (Winky Face Emoji 2x)" "Finally! Something good on a bloody Monday!" I thought to myself. Ayesha was a fellow Injection Fetishist. We met a year ago. I was in my third year of medical degree and at the time was interning at a small clinic. Ayesha was a junior college student who lived right next to the clinic and often visited the clinic for common illnesses. I was interning as an assistant to the doctor and had met Ayesha on a few occasions. The clinic was ...

--//-- Part One --//-- It was a slow night. An achingly slow night. Not that we're ever exactly thriving but tonight was an exception. I had a couple come through and buy some lube about an hour ago, and now there was a singular dude who was inspecting the whole damn store with a bewildered expression. I wondered how he found himself here- it's almost like he had no idea he was walking into a sex shop when he walked up the stairs. He was picking things up and inspecting them, and dropping them like they burnt him as he worked out what they were. It was kind of funny to watch actually. He kept checking his phone and sighing. I guess he was killing time. I guess when the only things open at this time of night are bars, us, and the haunted house next door, perusing a sex store isn't the worst way to keep you occupied. He glanced up at me after almost an hour of investigation and gave me a weird look I couldn't decipher. Usually I read people pretty well. Most of them a...