Must try to resist. . .

Time Out

by Soloist

The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks. She had designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner, held captive by her own body.

She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight out from her sides locked to cords extending to the mechanisms on the walls. The waist and crotch straps held the vibrator tightly in her cunt with bristles against and massaging her clit.

She was wet with her own sweat. She had no idea how many orgasm she had had, but wanted it to end. The vibrator did not care what she wanted, it would keep her climaxing as long as she did not stop it. And she could not stop it until she freed herself. She was past wondering what would happen if it never stopped.

I have a special fondness for this classic. It was probably one of the earliest stories I ever read on the subject, back in the early 90's. It comes across as a little juvenile now, but it had an important place in my early fantasies. I'm not sure of its specific origins, though; I'm just reposting it. Anyway, enough waffling. Enjoy!

Being Taught a Lesson

There can't be anything worse than being 18 and having your mother catch you fucking your boyfriend right? Wrong. Mom caught us alright, but she not only caught me, but she caught my cousin, Ann, too. We were both in my bed, with my boyfriend. She walked in just after Jim came in Ann's pussy, and Ann continued to suck my clit for about 10 seconds before she was aware that, as she put it, "the jig was up".

This clip is from chapter 40 of a story called "Hired Help": http://www.technovision.dk/fetish/stories/hiredhlp/

"One more thing," said Richard. He went over to a drawer and pulled out what looked to be a large rubber coated watchspring with a small box on one end. What the heck is that? Jennifer wondered.

Richard attached the small box to the front of her corset. Then, he pulled the springy rubber device down and into her crotch.

When it was in place, it hugged her body tightly from waist to the inside of her vaginal cavity. She could feel that it wanted to curl up even tighter, and stayed tight against her even as she moved. Right around her clit, it felt like the spring was a bit wider.

(Edited by reynard)

Excerpted from a much longer story by Leviticus, and reproduced here without permission. The original story, "To Catch a Cold", can be found in its entirety in a zip file held at this site.

"Say, Bart! I need a favor." said Peter outside the church that summer morning.

"I'm already standing with you at the alter today, Pete, I'm yours for the day!" Bart told him, happy that his friend was finally getting hitched. He had been moaning about this woman for ages!