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.
In the dark of her bedroom, thirteen-year-old Lisa could feel, rather than see, the red flush of mortification crash over her petite body, like an Atlantic roller against a November shore. It may seem odd that she noted this particular physical sensation at all, considering the competing stimuli: her own bony knees pressing into her cupcake breasts, the sour, whisky-tinged breath wafting into her face, and the hundred-and-eighty pound man pinning her down.
In the privacy of an interview room, the host of a syndicated televison show is asked to appraise some things, a woman brings in, which are a little out of the realm of this appraiser's expertise. The story is written in dialogue form and it should be simple enough to follow. Your feedback regarding my story: "When the Men Come Over" was most appreciated. I invite your e-mail feedback on this one as well.
An innocent sissy is captured and recruited by a severe Madam whose exclusive house caters for all tastes; a sub male who is gifted with an opportunity to sample the Madam's delights is thrown into the situation. All three and many other fetish deviants are embroiled in a journey which sees many pleasures, submissions, and realisations.