Cowboy Slave Pen 01 -- All Tied Up

* * * * * * * * * * It was a Friday morning and I had the day off work. It had been a really busy week and I was looking forward to unwinding today - but in a very special way (he said with a devilish grin). When you were out last evening, I took the under bed restraints I ordered online, and received without you knowing - - and I installed in on our bed.... It took some manuring to lift up our mattress and lay out lay the center strap underneath our mattress, with two of the straps wrapping down under the bottom of our bed to hold your feet, and two straps going to each side of our bed - to hold your arms. I gave you a warm hug and a passionate kiss and said "I have a special surprise for you today - well, for us today". You grinned and looked at me with a curious, sexy grin "Oh, ya - what do you have in mind Daddy?" Well, it's something we talked about before and I think you're really going to like it. With that I brought out the red velvet blindfold and

Surprising no one, I wrote another goblin story! This one features a male adventurer transforming into a cute goblin girl (and fucking a lot of other cute goblins girls). If that's not your jam, might not want to read this. Content Warning thought! The transformation is involuntary (but fun!) so heads up if you're not into people turning into cuties against their will, or people developing horny goblin personalities. Enjoy! *** The Cave of No Return looked a lot less terrifying than Zander had pictured in his head. There were no hissing snakemen waiting to strike. No colossal spiderwebs in the corners with the skeletons of dead adventurers still ensnared in their grasp. No bodies at all, in fact. Perhaps whatever gave the cave its name was intelligent, careful to hide its tracks. It was still dark, the only light coming from the burning arcane fire ensnared in his grasp. Zander's steps were cautious, weighing the ground with every footstep looking for pressure plates, swi

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When we met, the cockpig didn't look anything like it does now. Oh, yeah, of course I added the markings and the rings, that's a given. No, I mean the look in its eyes, the expression on its face. That's what's different. Back when I started training it, you could see a lot of fear in its eyes, just like you'd expect, but also hope. Hope. It's always hard to tell with a cockpig exactly what it's hoping for. Tenderness? Kindness? Pain? Abuse? Probably some combination of all that, wrapped up together in its little faggot brain in ways it can't possibly sort out on its own. That's part of what gets faggots like mine confused. They get confused about what they want, as well as what they are. Society keeps telling them they are people, with rights, deserving respect. Deep down, though, they know that's not true. They can feel they were born different - lesser somehow. The first time they have a real man take charge and put them in their place, the

Chapter Two -- Proof of Life "Honey... that's great coffee," Jake smiled at Sharon and pointed to the cup he was holding. She got the Joke. Harrison Ford had made the same joke in a scene from his newly released move 'Witness'. It was a parody on the old sixties ads for Folgers coffee but she felt uncomfortable with Jake referring to her as 'honey'. "You get the joke right?" Jake said, suddenly apologetic. "I get it," Sharon smiled wanly. They were sitting on the couch in the family room of the holiday house on the foreshore of Lake Wallenpaupack. The central heating had finally made the place comfortably warm. Jake wouldn't allow a fire because smoke from the chimney would draw attention. The windows remained shuttered and from the exterior the house looked empty and winterised. Jake's car was locked away in the shed. Jake had raided the freezer in the shed and brought in some staples which they had defrosted in the microwave