Amanda was a rather ordinary girl. She had shiny brown hair that reached down to her shoulders. She wore cute, square glasses, and a blue t-shirt and shorts. Her breasts were perky b-cups. She was sweet and friendly to whoever she met, especially her boyfriend Jon. Due to this, she was well-liked by most everyone as well. However, she always had a secret inflation fetish. The thought of having a colossal belly, filled with air aroused her, although she would never admit it to anyone, nor did she have any method of turning this fetish into anything beyond mere fantasy.
When she was walking home, she saw a garage sale at one of the nearby houses. She thought for a moment, before rashly walking up to the house. The pump was a mere 10 dollars, so she bought it. She claimed that it was for a busted tire. She then proceeded to run home.
She found herself back in her house. She silently slipped into her room, pump in her hand. She made su
Andy sighed. Just an hour left of the day, and so far there had been no one coming to the bondage shop. It wasn't unusual, but today the owner wasn't around to tell his interesting stories about his bondage experiences. He was gone for the day on a bondage convention. Andy had wanted to come along, but he had to stay and mind the store. And now, he was bored. At times like this, he had nothing to do than just lean across the desk and look at the clock slowly tick towards closing hours.
Then, a welcome sound. The sound of the door opening! He quickly turned to the door where three young girls entered. Two of them were eagerly chatting while the third were a little bit behind, shyly looking around the shop the moment she entered the door.
They looked as though they could be over 21, but he wasn't sure. They could be 19 or 20 for all he knew. So he had to do what he had to do. Check identificat
Finally, Leslie was asleep. The remains of dinner was put away, the kitchen and counter top was clean, the dog was quiet and Bills dinner was in the fridge. Lisa could finally relax, and tonight she knew just what she wanted to do to unwind and relax. She double checked the house, every door was locked, the outside lights were on and as she moved through the house she turned off the inside lights.
She checked on Leslie one more time to make sure her four year old was asleep, and thought to herself she couldn't wait until her daughter was in school and she would have more time on her hands, and the house to herself. Not that she wanted
As I shut the door, I heard Stacy thumping up the stairs, then my twin's voice. I peered up at Ally's room just in time to see Stacy slam the door. I shrugged and went back to my game in the living room.
I kept hearing muffled giggles and voices coming from my sister's room, though, and after only a minute I gave into the temptation and tiptoed up the stairs. There was a strange, rhythmic, "wheenk-ah wheenk-ah!" noise coming from behind the door. I put my ear against the wood, but I still couldn't tell what it was. Carefully turning the door handle, I eased th
With my hands slightly shaky I insert the key and turn it. Despite the cold, I smile a little. It's a new year, and with that comes new possibilities.
"Let's see if this year will be the year of bondage," I mumble to myself and stretch my limbs once inside the store known as Leather Shibari. It was a bit creepy at first whenever I came inside, but by now I don't really care if anyone sees me. And now that we've been here for a while, I'm hoping there'll be more regular customers.
Bob, the owner, says we were in the red last year. Not by much, but we'll need to get a more steady supply this year if we want to last.
With all this in mind, I start doing an inventory count. It has to be done, and despite that the job itself is boring, it gives me a chance to make myself m
B-girl met Ratboy some time back in a dimly lit Goth club. Wiry and unkempt, he looked strung out even when there was little going on in his life. She knew nothing of him otherwise; the shadowed nights amidst the pounding music and bleary drinks she found him curled up at a table in the corner, sullenly watching the pallid dancers mash and grind in sweaty unison. This Friday night was no different.
"Hey, RB," B-girl purred as she slid into the seat across him, partially blocking his view. He shifted uneasily, back pressed to the black-painted brick wall. "Man, you look like shit..."
"Yeah, been feeling kinda rough lately," Ratboy replied, his voice edged gravelly, "I haven't been sleeping too great lately. How's things with you?"
"S'Okay...just trying to keep up on things," B-girl said as she brushed her cropped onyx hair out of her face, "you know, you have to chill out
We looked around the cavernous space in awe. "Wow. Look at this place! It's so cool your dad works here," I said. "How'd you get us in?" Jeff grinned and held up a key. "I swiped my dad's spare. Come on, I wanna show you around."
It was Saturday evening, and the factory was empty for the weekend. Jeff said he'd been here plenty of times before with his dad, and he knwe how to turn on the lights. He'd told us he wan't too worried about anyone noticing the light from the
She led her to the large living room, where two large sapphire blue drapes covered up the presumably large window. That’s when the woman gave her the vacuum cleaner, directing her to clean the carpets and the curtains. Violett nodded and took the device from the woman, and began her work.
Now, everything was going fine, and for once, she felt like she wasn’t going to screw this up. That is, of course, until she slipped, dropping the nozzle of the vacuum. The nozzle began to wiggle around, like a cob