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Broken by Brittany

StoryTeller — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 18:49:49 +0000

I flew into LAX and when I came through the gate I saw Brittany standing there. She was even more beautiful than her pictures had allowed me to believe. I approached her and the closer I got to her the more intimidating she became. I watched her face light up in a smile that I interpreted as one which said, ‘this is going to be easier than I thought to break this one into little pieces.’ We hugged and I thought she was going to break my ribs or knock me out right there in the airport; but, she eased [read more...]

Julie Jumps (me)

JohnNST — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:55:58 +0000

One lucky man’s adventures at the office. 1/31/89

Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close to 6 feet tall and had probably been rather overweight at one time but had obviously gotten it well under control. She had black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.

Her figure was ample, perhaps 42-38-42, and her strong frame gave her a well-put-together look. She always dressed impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while remaining relatively conservative. [read more...]

The Construction Worker

StoryTeller — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:04:57 +0000

Sometimes I amaze myself by my total lack of common sense when it comes to proving my macho against a female in various tests of strength. This latest lapse in intelligence was one that I am sure I’ll never repeat.

I began working with a construction company as a laborer. I was physically in terrible shape; but, I thought that a few months of this type of work would allow me to gain some strength and to shed some of my flab. I began working with the company in the month of April so that by June I had [read more...]

Cat

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 16:02:21 +0000

For as far back as I can remember I have had an interest, you could say an obsession, with beautiful women who were well built and physically strong. As the years have gone by I guess I have become more “hard core” in this interest. In fact it is a sexual turn on for me to think about a beautiful woman beating me in physical tests of strength such as arm wrestling and wrestling. I have thought about boxing as well, but I am afraid of black eyes, etc. At any rate, this story is about how I was introduced to a club of women who are all [read more...]

Carol Dominates Jim

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 16:00:27 +0000

Once again Jim found himself climbing the stairs to Carol’s 27th Street apartment. Several weeks ago he had attempted to wrestle Carol, but only ended up submitting to painful holds - the dreaded Boston crab, a combination body scissors/headlock where Carol completely shut down his breathing, and a deadly sleeper that sent him temporarily to dreamland. Despite his poor performance in Carol’s clutches, Jim was thrilled with the experience in retrospect. His life-long fantasy of being physically dominated and tortured by a beautiful woman had certainly been realized in spades. Jim had made a return appointment with Carol on the spot, and today he was keeping that date. The beautiful Carol [read more...]

Jim vs. Carol

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:58:54 +0000

As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut suburbs into New York’s Grand Central Station, he was eagerly anticipating the coming hour’s event. The previous night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw Magazine’s “Hells Belles” section. Along with the myriad ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of unspeakable things to one’s body, was one featuring “total physical domination” and wrestling. Jim had long fantasized about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful submission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of the ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer [read more...]

Hips out to Here!

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:57:18 +0000

Yup! That’s what someone said when I told them about you. They said, “It ain’t the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.”

“Well,” I had replied, “the ocean’s pretty damn BIG now aint it!”

So it is with you now, as I see the splendor of your ample form silhouetted against the candlelight. True to my Taurean birthright, I feel the power of the Dark Horned God, consort to the Great Mother of the Universe. You certainly are born in her image.

I see you slowly remove each piece of clothing, deliberately pulling it as tightly around you as you can, then letting go and [read more...]

The Bigger they Fall, the Harder they Come

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:55:31 +0000

I’d never seen the captain like this before. Man, he was shakin’. Then again, thinkin’ ’bout the captain havin’ the shakes was just a little trick my mind was using to keep me from barkin’ like a rabid dog. I mean, those two bitches devastated the city and shrugged off our best mortar fire and anti-tank barrage; and it wasn’t like they were hard to hit. Shit, it was impossible to miss. In the Godzilla movies it looks like most everything the army throws at the monster flies right by, but it ain’t like that in real life. They stood there for must’ve been five minutes and I [read more...]

Big Cindy – 3

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:53:51 +0000

CHAPTER 5 THE DOCTOR

“Doctor Earleene Jones Specialist: Sexual Fetishes”

I had some trepidation as I opened the outer door to Doctor Jones’ office. After catching me in our daughter, Cindy’s, bedroom wearing her panties and slips, Barbara decided that I needed some help from a special doctor that she had heard worked miracles on men with my problem. Sitting at the end of the room at a tall, oak, secretary’s desk was this wonderful looking women dressed in a nurses uniform. Just to her side was this 15 foot door with the word “PRIVATE” written on it. I walked up to the desk and informed the [read more...]

Big Cindy – 2

StoryTeller — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 15:52:34 +0000

CHAPTER 2 WASHING CINDY’S UNDIES

If, when Cindy got home from her 7th grade class, I had washed and hung her giant undies correctly, she would go into her bedroom, and play with her dolls. Usually she was only dressed in her pink nylon panties, half-slip, and matching bra. If I got off work before Barbara, I would go in her bedroom wearing only my little-boy type white cotton briefs and ask her if she would be my “big, strong, horsy” and pick me up on her back and carry me around. I got so excited when she would play this game with me, because at 6′ 9″ [read more...]