He loved the company Christmas celebrations. Mostly he loved how the ladies on his team dressed in such stunning gowns of soft, sensuous, black satin and darkly alluring and sweetly soothing violet and black velvet. He also loved the beautiful crystal necklaces, the clicking high heeled shoes, the haughty yet somehow calming demeanour of all the wonderful ladies that he worked with. Read more…
I lie naked on your examination chair as your assistant binds my ankles into the stirrups. You twist the special tube Mabeline 510 Lip Gloss you’ve prepared for me and a thick stream of creamy fluids oozes from the opening. I feel it being drawn to my lips. With months of therapy I instinctively begin to pucker and pout. You begin to apply it in thick swabs and make sure to coat around the outside to give them a thicker and larger appearance. You continue to twist the tube of special gloss and allow a generous amount to coat the inside of my lips and mouth as you encourage my tongue to taste it. The taste is wonderful and I cannot seem to stop wanting more as some is naturally swallowed. I feel my eyes begin to close as my mind goes into a trance and my body begins to tingle. You smile as more gloss is licked away knowing that once tasted, this addictive special formula begins to quickly render the final changes you’ve desired in me. Read more…
Mike had come home from Seattle to see his new stepmother. Not that he didn’t love his dad, but he hadn’t been home in over two years. With his law practice and social calendar he was just always too busy, it seemed. But then came the call from his father in which it was revealed that he had married the housekeeper, Melanie, who had been hired only a month earlier. Mike figured that the young woman was just trying to ace him out of his father’s will and assumed he could come home, have little trouble convincing his father that this marriage was a mistake, and have it quickly annulled. That would make him once again the sole beneficiary of the will. Since his mother had died he had been the only one in the will, which was “just as it should be.” Read more…
He was so nervous, like many men who felt they could buy things for their partners in a lady’s store that blasted sophisticated couture from every corner he had entered in all good faith. He was now surrounded by every overt expression of femininity that anyone could imagine, from soft sensuous basques to long flowing gowns that displayed a more subtle yet equally sensuous aura. An aura that most men found subtly mocking and a little intimidating, like a little boy caught by elder sisters in his mothers wardrobe. Read more…
“3164… On your feet!”
The prisoner does not resist. He did at first, but now he saves his strength. After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste. He wearily stands. The guards enter. One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run. He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow. Read more…
If you have an idea for a Hypno-Erotic story that you'd like to SUBMIT to Me, head over to My SUBMIT a Story page now!
All accepted SUBMISSIONS are eligible for a free recording
