1. Love In The Trenches


    Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Susan was gone. I wasn’t breathing, at least not the way I was used to. I was swimming in a thick liquid. Blood was rushing into my midriff through a tube that came spiralling down from somewhere above me. It pumped through my veins at a rhythm that coincided stroke by stroke with a dull thudding somewhere behind my head. A voice from without resonated within. It was soft and warm and seemed to come from all around me. I knew immediately it was Susan, although I couldn’t see her. ‘You are mine now. You will never be the same again. I will shape you to my shape, bend you to my will. You will not have a thought of your own, for all your thoughts are mine. You will not have a feeling that does not embrace me at its core. The life I give you will be in my service and at my sole discretion. This is why you have come to me, and this is what I have given you.’ Chapter VIII: ‘You’d better be strong enough to bend without breaking.’ I woke up in my bedroom, lying on the bed in foetal position. The sun was shining in through the curtains. I felt dizzy and empty, spent. Last night’s sticky towel was still in my lap, my organ shrunk and shrivelled inside. I got up and took a shower. I wasn’t hungry, but made myself a cup of Darjeeling with a twist of lemon. I had an impulse of going to see Susan, either at her apartment or later at the bar, but decided against it. I wasn’t sure I could explain why I had run out on her, nor why I was coming back now. I could in a way explain it for ...
    myself, but this morning’s dream had shook me up even more than I’d already been and I wasn’t sure of anything anymore, except that I longed for Susan. I did my best to keep busy all day, going shopping, cleaning the apartment, doing my laundry. I didn’t sleep at all that night, images of Susan kept popping up in my mind and I was swept through a myriad of quickly changing emotions. I eventually dozed off in the small hours of Sunday morning, waking up at noon with a splitting headache. I finally decided I had to see Susan, no matter what. If she was pissed that I’d run out, I’d find a way to make it up to her and if that involved another spanking, so be it. There was something brooding inside, bursting to break out, and somehow Susan was the key to that release. That much I’d understood from my dream. I bought two dozen white roses before ringing her bell. She didn’t answer for a while and I thought I’d missed her, but then her voice croaked on the intercom. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Susan, it’s me.’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘Take you out for dinner. We can go see a movie and then we can come back here and fuck until the sun comes out.’ ‘Go away.’ ‘I brought you flowers.’ I held them up to the eye of the camera. ‘What time is it?’ ‘It’s a quarter past one. PM.’ There was a long silence. I was about to turn away when I heard the buzzer of the door lock. I pushed the door and stepped inside, relieved. Susan’s door was open when I stepped out of the elevator. Susan was lying face down on the bed, draped ...
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