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Stories========================= Vishnu in Bluejeans- Lana, a graphic designer who works way too much, teaches her new boyfriend about yoga, motorcycles, bondage, discipline, dildos, and life- in that order, during one long lunch break, though for some reason they don't actually have time for lunch. sample- By the time I realized what it was I couldn't have gotten out of it if I wanted to. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Binding you," Lana said. "Now keep quiet or you'll get the gag now." As she adjusted the straps and tightened them I was forced to sit more upright... Then she spoke. She said two words, two single syllable words, her mouth less than a foot from my ears, yet I understood neither of them. When she came around in front of me I saw why, and a chill ran down my spine. Lana was clutching the shaft of a riding crop in her mouth. It was as beautiful as it was scary. The shaft, grip, and slapper were black as night and punctuated at every join with glistening silver appointments that gave it the look of something from another, better age. Adding to that feeling was a tiny red ribbon tied neatly just above the grip... Lana took a deep breath. She withdrew the crop and whispered, "Nirvana." It whistled then cracked sharply as it hit me at the cleft between my left thigh and cheek. The pain was instant, shocking, and my reaction quite involuntary- jumping against my bonds and letting out a little yelp that was half pain, half shock. A moment later the sounds repeated and the pain was balanced on my right side. Lana worked her way up my buttocks fairly quickly, alternating blows to the left and the right, repeating the pattern of blinding flash of pain followed by dull burning. Eventually I was able to contain most of the yelps, but occasionally I'd falter and some little vocalization would escape on an especially painful hit... She removed the ring and slid it all the way down the dildo's shaft until it was resting on its wide base. Then she re-threaded the little straps through the ring, snapping them again to the triangular panel. When secured the ring held the dildo's base tightly to the panel so it projected from her body just like an erection. Any lingering doubt about the difference between me fucking her and her fucking me vanished as she slid her hands to her hips so I could get a good long look. Available forAdobe Reader (pdf file type) /~jmanque/J_Manque_Vishnu_in_Bluejeans.pdf Amazon Kindle (prc/mobi file type) /~jmanque/J_Manque_Vishnu_in_Bluejeans.prc iPad, Nook, or Sony Reader (epub file type) /~jmanque/J_Manque_Vishnu_in_Bluejeans.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) ASSTR's story codes and keywords: arm binder, bare ass spanking, bondage, bdsm, crop, cunnilingus, dildo, dominatrix, femdom, gag, monoglove, oral sex, single sleeve, spanking, strap-on, sub male, supervised masturbation, riding crop ======================== Hiking the Ridge- A suburban professional princess is abducted and taken to the county's open space naked except for her duct tape binding for a little moonlight entertainment on a warm summer's evening. Is it a rape, a rape fantasy, or something else entirely? Be warned, though, this isn't a love story, and more than one character has unhealthy narcissistic controlling tendencies when it comes to sex. Be further warned, this story is graphic, includes kidnapping, coercion, bondage, forced sex, and electrical play. It will fail virtually every facet of a political correctness test no matter what part of the political spectrum you find yourself in. sample- For a second or two I'm not sure she'll make it. Her pretty waxed legs have developed an endearing jelly-like quality. It takes a number of small steps, but soon we're between the open trunk lid and the freeway's sound wall, the two providing us a near perfect privacy screen, and since the sound wall doesn't work, for its designed purpose anyway, the constant road noise makes sure our voices don't carry. It's time to get the girl properly attired for our date, and I'm going to spend a lot less time doing that than she's ever done. The duct tape is already pre-torn into the appropriate lengths that hang down from inside the trunk. She almost collapses when she sees them, but I steady her, trapping her legs against the bumper while I tape her wrists behind her back with several turns of the silver magic. The next piece, less than six inches long, goes over her mouth. "Oh, yeah, this is really happening," I tell her. I know I shouldn't gloat, but she's just asking for it- probably has been for years. The girl starts to tremble when I pull the pillowcase over her head, but offers no resistance as I tape it around her neck tightly several times. We've been behind the car less than 20 seconds, and though I've never done anything like this before, I can't help thinking I've discovered a new talent. Now it's time to handle her attire. While she may be a bit under dressed for my taste for a girl about town, she's considerably overdressed for the activity I've chosen for our first, and last, date. "Kick off your sandals," I order, and she does, quickly, doing her best to impress me with her obedience so as not to draw my electric wrath. The instant she's barefoot I slide her shorts down to her ankles. Available asMobi Pocketbook version- Amazon Kindle, iRex Iliad, and Hanlin eReader, or any device with Kindle or Mobipocket software/~jmanque/J_Manque_Hiking_the_Ridge.prc ePub eBook version- Apple iPad, Sony Reader, Barnes & Noble Nook (also Nokia, and Apple iPhone)/~jmanque/J_Manque_Hiking_the_Ridge.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) PDF version, for any computer or device with Adobe Reader/~jmanque/J_Manque_Hiking_the_Ridge.pdf ASSTR's story codes and keywords- bondage and discipline, bdsm, b&d, cinnamon oil, concord, contra costa county, duct tape, electric, electrical play, fiction, forced, M/f, heterosexual, hike, hiking, humiliation, lime ridge, literature, literary, lube, lubrication, nature, nihilism, non-consensual, open space, peppermint oil, rape fantasy, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, shock, straight sex, stun gun, female-sub, submission, suburb, trunk, walk, walnut creek ======================== Valentine's Gift- A woman sets up her former master with her virgin niece on Valentine's Day. He takes her to the town's finest hotel where he takes his time deflowering her in every way imaginable, body and soul, before leaving her with an important decision. sample- The instant the door closes I pull the belt from its loops. "Let me take your coat," I say. Bethany stiffens as I slip it from her shoulders, and just like that she's naked, except for the hinged handcuffs securing her wrists behind her. In her right hand she holds the rose I gave her, gently so as not to drive the multitude of tiny thorns along its stem into her delicate fingers. In her left is Meg's gift to me, a long flexible riding crop, tipped with a leather slapper in the form of a heart. I take them both, let the rose drop, then spin Bethany to me. She's drawing long slow breaths, getting a good look at the crop she's been holding for the last half hour for the first time. Available asMobi Pocketbook version- Amazon Kindle, iRex Iliad, and Hanlin eReader, or any device with Kindle or Mobipocket software/~jmanque/J_Manque_Valentine_Gift.prc ePub eBook version- Apple iPad, Sony Reader, Barnes & Noble Nook (also Nokia, and Apple iPhone)/~jmanque/J_Manque_Valentine_Gift.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) PDF version, for any computer or device with Adobe Reader/~jmanque/J_Manque_Valentine_Gift.pdf ASSTR's story codes and keywords- anal, blow job, bondage and discipline, bdsm, b&d, cherry popping, crop, fellatio, fiction, first time, M/f, heterosexual, humiliation, insertion, literature, literary, female-sub, masochism, riding, romance, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, straight sex, submission, walnut creek, virgin, virginity ======================== The Foundry- A man is given the opportunity to become a porn star at one of the internet's kinkiest websites. He jumps at the chance and learns that adult stars really do earn their money as his first role lands him in bondage under one of the world's premiere dominatrices, in California from England to avoid Big Brother's gaze after the Spanner Case. She has a penchant for water sports and puts on an unbelievable 4th of July extravaganza. Like a symphony this one starts quietly and builds to a crescendo. Readers with a little patience won't be disappointed. sample- The feeling was electric, and even if the excitement was from nerves it was still excitement, and I was semi-erect just thinking about Samantha's curves and the way she'd taken charge, mesmerized by the sound of her heels against the concrete floor. I didn't care that she was marching us towards an internet television studio bound and naked, or that my first encounter with her crop was more than I bargained for. We passed widely spaced closed doors as we marched. I learned later they housed other studios, some general, some specialized for specific kinks. I wouldn't have been quite so eager had I known just how specialized the studio she was leading us to was. Sandra took several shots of our coffle as we were marched down the hall, rushing to get ahead and snapping away as we passed, then repeating the process. When she lowered her camera I glanced at her. Any jealousy that had been there was gone, replaced by a hint of contempt which I couldn't comprehend. Maybe reality was getting to her, too, but I didn't have time to worry about that. Available asMobi Pocketbook version- Amazon Kindle, iRex Iliad, and Hanlin eReader, or any device with Kindle or Mobipocket software/~jmanque/J_Manque_The_Foundry.prc ePub eBook version- Apple iPad, Sony Reader, Barnes & Noble Nook (also Nokia, and Apple iPhone)/~jmanque/J_Manque_The_Foundry.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) PDF version, for any computer or device with Adobe Reader/~jmanque/J_Manque_The_Foundry.pdf ASSTR's story codes and keywords- 4th, 2009, America, anal, BART, bondage, bdsm, b&d, California, catharsis, cathartic, celebration, crop, degradation, d&s, domme, dominance, domination, dominatrix, enema, English, England, female, fem dom, femdom, fireworks, freedom, Forth of July, forced nudity, forced masturbation, F/m, FF/mmm, group, heterosexual, humiliation, Independence Day, insertion, inverted, kink, literary, longing, loss, male-sub, masochism, mistress, multiple submissives, Oakland, Pleasant Hill, red, white & blue, romance, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, sex, Spanner Case, straight, streaming on demand, submission, suspension, Walnut Creek, water sports ======================== Gift of the Krampus- A woman is separated from her boyfriend one snowy Christmas Eve. After teasing him by phone she finds out that, "Yes, Kathleen, there is a Krampus," Saint Nicolas' dark devil-like companion who punishes the wicked while the saint is out rewarding the good. She's returned to her man Christmas morning with a freshly birched backside and breasts, and a gift tag tied to her right nipple. She's sore, but wiser, and ready for a passionate reconciliation and a hot bath. sample- In a flash it grabbed both my wrists with one of its huge hands. Its slimy tongue darted out and wrapped around my neck. It felt like an algae covered rope pulled from a hot spring, both rough and slimy at the same time. Then it began to constrict. "No... no," I begged as the living noose tightened. It pulled a large darkly stained burlap sack from its back, the filthiest thing I'd ever seen, and threw it on the bed, then yanked me from beneath my warm comforter, all the while steadily increasing the pressure on my neck. With amazing precision for something so large it peeled my nightclothes from me in seconds, slitting them with razor sharp claws without so much as nicking my skin even though I squirmed in its grip. "Please," I begged, my nipples hardening in the cool night air, but the muscular ligature around my neck continued to tighten. Available asMobi Pocketbook version- Amazon Kindle, iRex Iliad, and Hanlin eReader, or any device with Kindle or Mobipocket software/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.prc ePub eBook version- Apple iPad, Sony Reader, Barnes & Noble Nook (also Nokia, and Apple iPhone)/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) PDF version, for any computer or device with Adobe Reader/~jmanque/Gift_of_the_Krampus.pdf ASSTR's story codes- bdsm, bondage, s&m, d&s, rope, shibari, mdom, fsub, fantasy, myth, nc, birch, hook, christmas, xmas, holiday, krampus, femsub, male dom ======================== Ass Rammers of the Kinkydrome- It's probably not what you think, a little satire poking fun at some of the less subtle erotica out there. It's told in film noir style, a story about a down on his luck Ass Rammer who quits his job at the Kinkydrome to follow his dream. Sample- In the only lit dressing room a sweaty Alex `The Android' Rimmen rips at the buckles of his skintight pleated leather costume that covers neither his genitals nor buttocks. His eyes flash every time he glances at his agent, Wilbur Delvecchio, a greasy haired dumpling of a man in an ill fitting pinstriped suit. He's perched on a worn stool, his head buried in a Racing Form. "Did you see? Were you out there? It was dead! The loudest sound of the night was the lid coming off of the lubricant bucket!" Alex screams. "I heard a cough," Wilbur tells him without looking up from his Form. Available asMobi Pocketbook version- Amazon Kindle, iRex Iliad, and Hanlin eReader, or any device with Kindle or Mobipocket software/~jmanque/Ass_Rammers_of_the_Kinkydrome.prc ePub eBook version- Apple iPad, Sony Reader, Barnes & Noble Nook (also Nokia, and Apple iPhone)/~jmanque/Ass_Rammers_of_the_Kinkydrome.epub (If your browser renames the .epub file as a .zip you will need to rename it back to .epub) PDF version, for any computer or device with Adobe Reader/~jmanque/Ass_Rammers_of_the_Kinkydrome.pdf ASSTR's story codes and keywords- ass, film, funny, humor, joke, kinkydrome, noir, parody, ram, rammer, ramming, San Francisco ========================= Note for Amazon Kindle Fire Users- If you download these stories directly to your Kindle Fire via Wi-Fi they may not appear on your Kindle Fire's Bookshelf until it has been connected to a computer via USB. You don't need to transfer them via USB, but you do need to move them from the 'downloads' folder into the 'Books' folder with an app like File Expert first. Then you need to connect your Kindle Fire to a computer and have it recognized as a USB drive before they will appear. This is a `feature' of the Kindle Fire for non-Amazon purchased content, at least in version 6.3.1 and earlier.