Saturday, July 04, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 6

"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.

"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.

She squatted down and the light was shut out as her ass descended.  Cohen was enveloped first by the thick aroma of her sex and then the flesh of her ass as she sat on his face.  Cohen couldn't twist his head away.  She followed him, keeping her pussy pressed tightly over his nose and mouth.  Her felt the soft lips of her pussy brush against his face.  They gaped wide and the dark space was filled with the sinful perfume of her sex.  The scent rushed straight through his body and filled his straining balls.  Eryx pressed down with her thighs again the thick cream squished around Cohen's over-sensitized penis.  The sensations tickled up his shaft in moist waves.

Oh god, Cohen thought.

His balls clenched as though they'd been gripped in a fist.  His spine bucked and the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever felt erupted from his cock.  He gasped but not through lack of air—Eunectis had already lifted her smothering ass.  His body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably.  That out of control train had smashed into a wall at the end of the line and was now so much wreckage.  His semen bubbled up out of his twitching erection like a geyser.  His own cream was mixing with the cream in the bag.

Eryx and Eunectis stood up off his wriggling form and stared down at him with sultry smiles.  Estrumpthia walked up to them, still pressing the rubber cup to her crotch.  Like the other two she'd changed, but her pale skin had a bluish tinge rather than red.  Like the other two she had horns, wings and a tail.

She looked down at Cohen and licked her lips.  "Mmm, the sight of a human thrashing around in helpless ecstasy makes me so horny."

She pressed the funnel-type adaptor at the end of the pipe tight to her pussy, squatted and pressed her hips forward.  Cohen heard a loud and strangely erotic liquid sound.  More soft cream flowed up against Cohen's body.  He groaned as his balls clenched and he emptied another thick stream of cum into the bag.  The ejaculation wasn't stopping.  He felt the pleasure spin on and on as a constant stream of semen flowed up his erection in steady pulses.

Estrumpthia removed the cup from her vagina and Cohen saw her labia were speckled with pinkish-white froth.  She unscrewed the funnel attachment from the end of the pipe and passed the pipe to Eryx.  The other girl screwed a nozzle attachment onto the end.  It looked like the end of a hookah pipe, but larger.

Cohen looked at the devil girls with fearful eyes.  It was getting harder to concentrate.  The sensations inundated his thoughts in the same way the soft cream surrounded his body.

"Wha...?" he muttered thickly.

His body was no longer his.  His hips kept twitching as semen poured out of him in an endless succession of spurts.

Eunectis crouched down next to him.  He saw her smiling face above the large round swells of her breasts.

"You're our little shiborito in the bag," she said.  "Estrumpthia has filled it up with her special vaginal secretions.  They've soaked into you.  You're coming out your life and soul, and we're going to slurp it all up in our lovely pussies."

Eryx squatted down on the other side of the bag and inserted the nozzle between the folds of her vagina.  Her abdomen gave a little flex and the pipe was sucked deeper inside her.  The noises started then—like thick cream being sucked up through a straw.  Cohen felt a strange tugging sensation focused on his crotch.

Eryx opened her eyes and sighed.

"Delicious," she said.

She handed the pipe to Estrumpthia, who also inserted it up into her sex.

"There's no need to be anxious," Eunectis whispered to Cohen.  "It feels nice."

The horrible liquid sucking sounds started up again.

Cohen didn't feel anxious.  Estrumpthia's secretions had soaked into his skin and coated his nerve endings in cotton wool.  He felt like he was floating in a warm fluffy cloud.  His writhing had quietened down to little twitches every time he released a spurt of cum into the bag.

It felt so good—warm and comfortable.  He was no longer sure if he was inside the bag or the bag.  He felt like he was floating around inside an outer skin of black latex—not solid or liquid.

Estrumpthia took her time with the nozzle.  She sighed in pleasure as her vagina clamped around it and she sucked up the cream in the bag.

It wasn't just the cream around him she was sucking, it felt like they were sucking up him.  He released his essence up into the bag and she drew part of it up into her body, leaving him diminished in the process.

And Cohen no longer cared.  The pleasure had overwhelmed and subsumed his mind.  All he cared about was the orgasm still rumbling through him, still coaxing his body to ejaculate more and more.  He lay back and floated on a cloud of pleasure as his life, essence and soul pulsed out into the bag.

The succubi passed the nozzle amongst themselves.  They sucked up the cream and essence until the bag began to deflate.  The black rubber crinkled up and subsided as the succubi sighed in satisfaction as they sucked more and more out of the bag.  The vac-bed wrinkled up and the man inside wrinkled up with it.

Eryx's vagina clenched around the pipe and drew out the last dregs with a ghastly slurping sound.

"A most satisfactory present from Ms Brite," she said.

On the floor the glossy black rubber sheets were wrinkled as they tightly wrapped a human form.  This human form also looked as though all the air had been pumped out of him.  A face that was little more than skin stretched over a skull stared out of a circular opening in the top sheet.  The shrivelled lips were stretched taut in a ghastly grin.

"And we even cured his anxiety," Eunectis said.


THE END

Friday, July 03, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 5

"What's going on?" he asked.

Had someone changed the lights?  Erica looked different.  Her skin colour was darker, redder.

"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.

Esther moaned again and pushed her crotch forward.  How could she be producing all this?  It was up to his crotch and—

Cohen closed his eyes.  The warm creamy substance had enveloped his balls.  His erection, which had softened slightly as his unease had grown, sprang back to full attention.  The rubber top sheet of the vac-bed tented upwards with the throbbing bar of his hard-on.  The tenting grew less pronounced as more cream flowed into the bag.

It was over his chest now.  It surrounded his arms, it enfolded his hands and he felt it squelch between his fingers.  It drove his nerve endings wild.  It was like lying in a big bath of crackly foam with no water.  Cohen wanted more and more of it and Esther obliged.  Sighing and gasping in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to have no end, she pumped more and more thick cream into the bag.  Moments before, Cohen had felt like he'd been shrink-wrapped.  Now he felt like he was lying at the heart of a giant fluffy pillow.  The black rubber surface swelled up all around him.

Hot flashes pulsed through him.  They pulsed and pulsed and focused on his balls and penis until his whole crotch was glowing with warmth.  The cream slithered all around him and engulfed his twitching erection.  Cohen felt the urge to wrap a hand around his cock and rub the pleasant cream into his shaft.  He couldn't move.  Not because the rubber sheets were wrapped too tightly around him, but because the warm creamy substance had sapped all the energy right out of him.  It was like lying in a warm bed in an icy room and feeling too comfortable to move.  The vac-bed continued to swell up as more and more thick cream piled up around him.

Erica sat astride him, or rather sat astride the swollen bag.  He felt the pressure of her legs transmit through the bag and move the wonderful cream against his body.  He looked up at her through a haze of pleasure.

His brow wrinkled.  Something wasn't right.

Her pale skin was flushed.  No, it was more than that.  Her skin was red, deep red all the way through as though she was so full of blood it had leaked out underneath her skin.  And her eyes... what had happened to her eyes?  He looked up into black pits that looked as though they fell all the way into hell itself.  Were those...?  There were horns on her head and he watched as black bat wings unfurled behind her.

Hallucination.  He must be hallucinating.

"Comfortable?" Erica asked.

Her voice was wrong too.  There were weird inflections to the edges, like metal on metal.

Where was the panic?  Where was the anxiety?  Despite Erica's sudden, demonic change of appearance he felt relaxed and languid.  This was a total contrast to his brain, which was screaming wrong, wrong, wrong!

Erica bent over and hugged the swollen bag.  Her large breasts—uncovered now, nipples dark like dried blood—pressed against the rubber above his chest.  He felt the pressure come through the bag and thick cream.

"How does it feel—nice and creamy?" Erica asked.

She hugged the bag tighter and rubbed her pendulous breasts against the shiny black surface.

"Let me massage it into your flesh," she said.

She squeezed and hugged.  Her hips moved up and down as she ground her sex against the bag.  Her movements started currents in the substance that filled the bag.  Cohen writhed in helpless pleasure as the warm cream squished against his body.  He let out an involuntary moan as more hot flashes raced across his sensitised skin.  Thick currents stirred his throbbing manhood.  It felt like cream-covered fingers were tickling up and down his hard-on.

"He's nearly ready," Erica called back to the girl on the bed.  "One more squirt, Estrumpthia."

"Mmm, I'll give him a nice thick one, Eryx," Esther said, her voice also picking up strange alien cadences.

She let out another loud sigh.  The pipe vibrated.  More slippery cream—a thick bulge—slithered down the tube and mushroomed up around Cohen.  His eyelids flickered as more of the warm cream enveloped him.

"Feels nice, doesn't it," Eryx said.  "Like being wrapped in a giant wet womb."

She wriggled her body on top of him.  Her arms and thighs squeezed the swollen bag and he felt the thick cream squidge against his skin.  All of Cohen's nerve endings felt amplified, as if the slightest breath had the force of a bomb.  The devil girl on top of him pressed her waist down and her motions stirred the electrifying cream around his cock.

Fuck, he was going to come.  Really come.  Come so hard it would be painful.

"Yes, let it out," the devil girl writhing on top of him exhorted with a breathy sigh.  "Let it all out."

What was happening?  Cohen felt so good and yet weirdly wrong.  His body felt like a train accelerating down a track with no buffers.

"Need help?" Eunice said, her voice like blades slathered in honey.

Like Eryx her skin had darkened to a deep red colour.  She even had a devil tail.  He saw it as she stood over him.  He looked up into the moist lips of her sex and watched as they gaped open and shut like a mouth.

"Don't suffocate him, Eunectis" Eryx said.

"I'm only going to give him a little kiss with my pussy," Eunectis said.


to be concluded tomorrow...

Thursday, July 02, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 4

"And brilliant," Cohen continued.  "Who'd have thought it?  Here I am, shrink-wrapped like a turkey and I don't feel any anxiety at all.  Annette Brite is a genius."

Erica gave him a sly glance.  "She has her uses," she said.

Esther threw her head back and moaned.  Her body flexed and she pushed her hips against Eunice's face as the other girl continued to perform cunnilingus on her.

"I'm ready," Esther said, her voice breathy.  "Bring the pipe."

Eunice stood up and walked over to the hanging vac-bed.  She gave Cohen a teasing smile as she picked up the other end of the trailing air hose that led to the vac-bed.  Curious, Cohen watched as she pulled an object out of a box and screwed it onto the end of the pipe.  It looked like a mask, like maybe something a dentist might have given a patient to breathe from back in the old days.  Or possibly an athletic cup.  It had the same shape and was made out of black rubber.

On the bed Esther continued to frig herself towards orgasm.  Her moans and sighs grew louder and louder.  Behind her Erica continued to massage and play with the soft flesh of her boobs while kissing her on the back of her neck and shoulders.  Eunice held the plastic funnel thing a little way from Esther's vagina, keeping out of the way while Esther masturbated.  Cheeks flushed red, Esther nodded to Eunice and the other girl passed her the end of the pipe.  Esther pressed the black rubber object tight to her crotch, making the resemblance between it and an athletic cup even more pronounced.

What was going on here? Cohen thought.  It hadn't escaped his attention that the black rubber cup was attached to the end of the same pipe that led back to the bag he was currently sealed inside.  Was she going to squirt into it, or maybe even pee?  He'd told them he didn't want anything gross done to him.

Although he did feel a little thrill of excitement at the thought.

"Make it nice and thick and creamy," Eunice said, running a hand down Esther's pale arm.

"Mmm.  It'll be really thick and creamy," Esther said.  She writhed and pressed her hips up against the rubber cup between her legs.

Erica and Eunice walked towards Cohen with mischief in their eyes.

"What's going on?" Cohen asked.

Erica put a finger to her moist, bee-stung lips.

They were playing with him, that's all.  More teasing.

Cohen wasn't sure.  There was a prickly feeling on the back of his neck.  Some atavistic sense was warning him of danger in the same way animals knew to find shelter before a storm hits.

No, no.  It was more teasing.  They were just playing with him.

Esther gave a loud orgasmic groan and flexed her spine as she pushed her hips out with the rubber cup still pressed to her crotch.  Cohen heard an odd, thick, slithery sound—like thick mud moving through a pipe.  Esther sighed and moaned and her body trembled.  More liquid sounds vibrated down the pipe.  It sounded like way more than a little squirt of love juice, more even than a good hard piss.

And far far thicker.

Cohen should have been excited—sexually excited—at the sight of a hot girl obviously orgasming right in front of him, but that prickly sensation on the back of his neck was growing harder and harder to ignore.

Erica kissed him on the cheek with soft lips.

Hot lips.

And hot in the boiling-kettle sense, not in the XXX-strip-show-hot sense.  Almost hot enough to scald him.  What was going on?  No girl's lips should feel as hot as that.

Erica and Eunice gripped the sides of the vac-bed and lifted it up off the hooks suspended from the ceiling.  They laid him flat on the floor.

"Hey hey," Cohen said.  He tried to move his limbs, but his body was still vacuum-packed in place.

"Mmm, I'd like to sit on his face and smother him with my ass," Eunice said.

"And miss his sighs as Estrumpthia's cream fills his bag..." Erica said.

Over on the bed Esther gave another loud orgasmic cry.  Erica crouched down, turned a valve at the bottom of the bag and the corner swelled up as something rushed in.  Cohen's eyes widened as he felt a warm, moist and weirdly fluffy substance envelop his foot.  What was that?  It felt like the froth and bubbles from a bubble bath, but thicker—squishy like warm mud.  His toes squelched through it and his skin lit up with a pleasant tingling sensation.  Those tingles tickled up the nerves of his leg and nested in his balls.  He liked it so much he started wiggling his toes to repeat the sensation.

There was more.  The substance flowed down the pipe into the bag in a slow, thick wave.  Surely this all couldn't be coming out of Esther's pussy.  It wasn't possible.  The corner of the bag continued to swell and the foam rolled up past his foot and engulfed his ankle.

Cohen blinked.  More tingling pleasure pirouetted up his leg like crackly static electricity.  He wanted more, wanted to be enveloped in it completely, wanted to bathe fully in whatever it was.  But the hairs kept prickling on the back of his neck.  The storm was coming and the force would tear him to pieces.

He heard Esther give another orgasmic moan and then more of those thick, slithery sounds—like slime sliding down a pipe.  More of the bag filled out and that wave of tingling pleasure rolled up to his thighs.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Had someone changed the lights?  Erica looked different.  Her skin colour was darker, redder.

"Special sauce to marinade the meat," she said.


to be continued tomorrow...

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 3

"We've tied you up..." Erica started.

"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.

Erica and Eunice embraced and came together in a sloppy and extremely passionate kiss right in front of him.

Oh wow, Cohen thought.

It wasn't a quick peck either.  Their hands roamed over each other's bodies as their lips locked and their tongues tangled.

"Don't leave me out," Esther said.

She sat on the glossy black bed at the back of the room and kicked off her white stiletto heels.

"Of course not," Eunice said after breaking her amorous embrace with Erica.

"Don't go anywhere," Erica turned and said to Cohen with a smile that indicated she knew perfectly well he couldn't.

Cohen attempted a shrug.  It was about all the movement he could manage at the moment.

Grinning from ear to ear, he watched as Erica and Eunice walked over and joined Esther on the bed.  Were they really going to put on a show for him?  It looked that way as Erica and Eunice sat either side of Esther.  Esther turned to Erica and their full lips came together in a kiss.  On the other side Eunice left a line of kisses down Esther's neck.  Her hand pawed at and squeezed at the considerable bulge of Esther's breast.  The girls started to moan and sigh as they got more into it.

Esther switched her attentions to Eunice and their lips met in another frenzied bout of kissing.  The hands of the girls slid over and fondled each other's bodies.  Cohen, suspended in the vac-bed, watched with mounting fascination.  He'd never seen anything like this before, not in the flesh.

They peeled off the shiny rubber layers of their clothing, like presents unwrapped on Christmas Day long after the children had gone to bed for the night.  Esther's vinyl bra was first to go.  Cohen's smile grew broader as the pale mounds of Esther's chest became visible.  They were an impressive pair—big and firm.  Each round mound was topped with a pointed nipple surrounded by a pale pink disc.

That was some pair, Cohen thought.  Erica and Eunice seemed inclined to agree.  Their heads bobbed down and Esther tipped her head back and sighed as Erica and Eunice flicked her nipples with moist tongues.

Cohen watched them wishing he could join in.  He supposed that was the point of the tease.  Cohen squirmed as his swelling erection slid up against his belly.  He would have liked to wrap his hand around it, but the vac-bed allowed no movement.

The three girls were really into each other.  Things were getting well and truly XXX-rated on the bed.  Erica and Eunice briefly stood up to remove their shiny panties and fishnet stockings.  Esther didn't need to do the same as Erica and Eunice removed her clothes for her.

Now that all three were fully naked, Cohen was staggered by the perfection of their bodies.  Top porn stars didn't look this good.  What were they doing here, in some shitty little back-alley BDSM dungeon?  He wondered how much Erica had meant when she'd said "that costs extra," because he'd definitely pay if he could afford it.

Erica and Eunice returned to the swollen goodness of Esther's boobs.  The sucked on her nipples with sensual lips while their hands rubbed against the mound of her pussy.  Esther gave out a series of short little gasps as nimble fingers crept between the folds of her labia.

Cohen was hard enough for the enveloping rubber sheet to feel uncomfortably tight around his straining erection.  If only he could reach his cock.  That was the point though, to keep him frustrated and let the sexual tension build and build.  It was effective.  Having his body constrained like this would normally set off his anxiety.  Thanks to the girls' little 'show' he was too distracted.

Eunice went down on her knees between Esther's legs.  She buried her face in Esther's crotch and worked her tongue against the other woman's pussy.  Erica stood up on the bed with her legs apart and posed for Cohen as Esther tilted her head up and lapped at her sex.

"Like the show?" Erica asked Cohen.

"Loving it," Cohen called back.  "You know, I thought she was mad when she suggested this.  When I went into her shop looking for something to calm me down and relax me I thought she'd recommend some herbal bath, or maybe a massage.  Instead she suggests I visit a dominatrix dungeon instead.  Crazy."

Erica sat behind Esther.  Her hands massaged the creamy curves of Esther's breasts while the other girl twisted her head to the side to kiss her.  Eunice continued her merciless attack on Esther's pussy with her tongue.  Both Erica and Eunice focused their attentions on the girl between them without thought to their own pleasure.  Red flushes blemished Esther's otherwise pristine skin and her thighs trembled as her resistance crumbled beneath their ministrations.

"And brilliant," Cohen continued.  "Who'd have thought it?  Here I am, shrink-wrapped like a turkey and I don't feel any anxiety at all.  Annette Brite is a genius."


uh oh, it wasn't Inari that sent him here.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 2

"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up.  "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"

"Oh yes."  Erica ran a tongue over her bee-stung lips.  "What a good idea."

"Vac-bed?" Cohen queried.

"Go and get Esther to fetch it down," Erica said.  "Then we can see what Mr Cohen thinks."

Eunice went away and returned with another statuesque, voluptuous beauty.  Cohen's eyes boggled.  He was starting to wonder if he'd stepped through the door and somehow been teleported to Silicone Valley on the other side of the world.  Where else would he see so many busty beauties other than on the set of an expensive porn film?

The new girl, Esther, was pale-skinned almost to the point of alabaster.  She had blue eyes, long silky platinum-blonde hair and a shy smile.  She and Eunice were carrying some kind of long metal frame with glossy black latex stretched between it.  Eunice also carried a squat little vacuum cleaner in her other hand.  Intrigued, he watched as they laid the framework out on the floor and attached the black rubber hose that ran out from the bottom corner to the squat little vacuum cleaner.

"Strip off and in you get," Erica said to Cohen.

"Uh?"  He stared at her blankly.

Eunice lifted up a black sheet.  Cohen saw that the item they'd brought down looked like a sleeping bag made out of black latex and stretched across a metal frame.

"You want me to get in there?" he asked.  "Is it safe?"

He didn't want to get suffocated by accident.

"We're using the open face for your first time," Eunice said.  She put her arm through a circular opening in the top sheet.

"Oh, okay."

The three women watched Cohen undress with amused smiles.  Cohen knew he might not be the tallest man in the world, but he hadn't done too badly when they'd been handing out dicks.  The women noticed too.  Erica moistened her lips and Eunice nodded approvingly as he dropped his underpants to his ankles and kicked them away.  He got down and lay between the sheets.  The rubber felt soft and stretchy against his skin.  Eunice pulled the top sheet over him, lining up the hole with his face.  She fastened the sides.

"What's this supposed to achieve," Cohen asked.

The weirdness gave him pleasant little goose bumps, but he failed to see what was special about getting inside a rubber bag.

"It's about ceding control," Erica said.  "Once all the air is sucked out you won't be able to move.  You'll be completely helpless and under our control."

"Ah, that's what the woman said I should do, the one who recommended I visit here.  She said my anxiety stemmed from trust issues and that was causing me to pile too much work on myself.  She said I needed to learn to delegate.  It's tough.  You can't rely on employees nowadays.  It's the kids.  They spend all their time on their iPads and smartphones.  I have to do their work to make sure it gets done.  And then I get stressed out."

Erica crouched down next to him and pushed the opening down.  The rubber stretched around the sides of his face and formed a tight seal.  She brought her face closer, almost as though she was shaping up to plant those full sensual lips on his in a kiss, then pulled away at the last moment.

Tease, Cohen thought.

"The normal top sheet is closed off and only has a little breathing hose for the mouth.  Some people get a thrill from being blind and helpless, knowing their air could be cut off at any moment."

"But not so good with someone that suffers with anxiety," Cohen said.

"We did take that into account," Erica said.

"So I get the training wheels," he said.  It felt like he was staring out through a rubber porthole.

"This model is quite popular with our other clients," Erica said.

"Gives us much better access for when they want us to smother them with our asses," Eunice said.  She turned and pinched the cheek of quite possibly the finest bottom Cohen had ever seen in the flesh.

"Is there a model with another hole, lower down?"  Cohen motioned with his eyes to his crotch.

"That one costs extra," Erica said.

That meant it was possible then, Cohen thought.  He might enquire just how much when arranging his next session.

Eunice flicked the switch on the vacuum cleaner and the motor started up with a whine.  All over his body Cohen felt the supple surface of the latex sheets brush against and wrap around his skin.  He shifted into a more comfortable position as the air was drawn out of the bag and the warm sheets moulded tightly to the contours of his body.  The rubber was so tight it formed a second skin pressing all across his body.  It felt a little unusual—but not really the kind of thing that would have him jizzing in his pants like it probably did for some fetishists.

With Cohen firmly constrained, Erica turned a valve on the bottom of the bed and Eunice disconnected the hose from the vacuum cleaner.

"How does that feel?" Erica asked.

"Like I've been shrink-wrapped," Cohen said, which was more or less the truth.

He wriggled experimentally.  The rubber gave a little, but not much.

"A quite effective form of restraint, would you agree?" Erica said.

He wriggled harder.  The soft latex had formed a second skin encasing him.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," he said.

"That would be the point.  Anxious?"

"A little," Cohen said.  "But I'm guessing that's also the point—to enable me to get over it."

Erica and Eunice gripped each side of the vac-bed and tilted it up to vertical.  Immobilized, Cohen watched them through the face hole as they lifted him up off the floor and attached the frame to hooks hanging down from the ceiling.

"I feel like Han Solo encased in carbonite," Cohen said.

The other girls said nothing.

"Not Star Wars fans then," Cohen said.

Apparently not.  The girls didn't say anything as they stepped back to admire their work.

"What now?" Cohen asked.

"We've tied you up..." Erica started.

"...now we tease you," Eunice finished.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Shiborito in the Bag, part 1

I had to put Okasare Kenny on hold while I sorted some things out as I mentioned last week.  I know some readers weren't too happy with this.  I wasn't either, but I realised I'd spread myself too thin and needed to focus on finishing off the things that had been hanging around for far longer (like Succubus Summoning 201!).  While I straighten out some behind-scenes stuff here's a new story to tide you over until I get some new Sandwiched by shorts out.  It's from my stockpile of already-complete stories waiting for the next collection in case some of you are worried I've lurched off in another direction or whether this one will be left incomplete.

Some of these characters might be familiar...


Shiborito in the Bag

The door was set in an alcove about halfway down a grubby little back alley.  Paul Cohen supposed these places needed to be discreet.  Even so, he was glad it was early in the afternoon and a bright sun—a rare sight for much of this overcast and rainy summer—was high up in the sky.  He wouldn't have relished the prospect of walking down here after the sun went down.

The door was answered by a statuesque blonde and Cohen resisted the strong urge to let his jaw fall open like a trapdoor.  He couldn't resist staring at her bosom.  It was hard to miss.  She was over six foot; he barely made five-and-a-half.  That put her chest right in his eyeline and it was certainly eye-catching.

As big as your head, Cohen thought.

Her boobs were wrapped in extremely tight black latex.  The material was glossy and stretched taut by her considerable chest.  There was nothing covering her midriff and below the waist she was wearing nothing more than glossy black panties and fishnet stockings.

Cohen guessed that meant he had the right place then.

"I'm Paul, Paul Cohen," he said.  "I think we spoke on the phone."

"So we did," the girl who advertised as Mistress Erica said.

Cohen was surprised at how good-looking she was.  Her body was obviously amazing, but a lot of girls of her stature tended to look a little too masculine.  Too rough.  Her body was so amazing that, by rights, her face shouldn't match.  Why else would she be here?  But no, Cohen was wrong on that.  She had the heart-shaped face and delicate features of a real beauty.  Her size was the only thing not feminine about her.  Everything else was front-cover glamour model.  Maybe it was her size that held her back.  She was tall enough to be a catwalk model but was far too curvaceous.  They preferred beanpoles.  Their loss.

"Come in," Mistress Erica said.  Her glossy red lips turned up at the corners in a sultry smile.

Cohen got to admire more of her figure as he crossed the threshold and followed her down a bland corridor.  Her outfit hid hardly anything and Cohen's heart rate quickened as he looked at the enticing swell of her ass.  She looked like the over-glamorised street hooker of film fantasy, but she was right here—in the flesh—before him.

"Um, I've never done this before," Cohen confessed as Erica led him deeper into her parlour.

Mistress Erica looked back at him and smiled.  "That's no problem at all."

"I have problems with anxiety," Cohen continued.  "I get stressed out really easily.  Too easily.  A friend suggested a session with you might help."

"They did," Erica said.

"Yes," Cohen said.  "They said I had problems delegating and trusting others.  They thought it would be good for me to cede control to someone else in a controlled situation."

"Mmm," Erica said.

She led him through a door and into what he assumed was her dungeon.  It looked more Fitness First than medieval.  There were benches, stocks and other unorthodox-looking equipment, but they looked modern and had plenty of padding.  There was even a wide, low bed covered in shiny black material over by the far wall.  Cohen looked around and saw an impressive array of tools on the walls and in stands, ranging from the expected whips and canes to more esoteric instruments Cohen wasn't sure he wanted to know the use of.

"Um, I'm not really into the pain side of this," he said.

"No?" Erica said.  She sounded disappointed.

"I don't want to go that far," he said.  "I don't mind putting you in control for a session but I don't want to get hurt or be forced to do anything really disgusting."

"Hmm."  Erica put a finger to her full lips and pondered.  Cohen noticed she had a false nail that was jet-black in colour and tapered to a long point like a talon.

They were interrupted by the door at the far end of the room opening and another girl walking in.  Like Erica she was statuesque and amply stocked in the bosom department.  As with Erica, her eye-catching bosom stretched her shiny rubber top almost to bursting.  As with Erica, Cohen wondered what someone with such an attractive face and sexy body was doing working in a place like this.  He wondered if they were related.  They looked similar apart from the newcomer being a brunette rather than a blonde like Erica.

"Oh Eunice," Erica said.  "I wonder if you can help Mr Cohen here.  He's come in for a session, but he's new to all this and a little apprehensive."

Cohen nodded.  "I don't want to be hurt," he said.

"We could start him on a little light bondage," Eunice suggested.  "Maybe some tie and tease."

That didn't sound so bad, Cohen thought.

"Oh," Eunice's eyes lit up.  "Why don't we try out that new vac-bed?"


to be continued tomorrow...

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Update on Okasare Kenny

It's going on hold.  Sorry about that.

This is only temporary.  It's being returned to its original place in the queue.  After seeing how well the Let's Play of Monmusu Quest: Paradox did for the blog numbers I got a little over-excited and jumped the queue on something I already had a very good plan for.  I'm going back to that original plan.  Next year I'm intending to put Okasare Kenny out as a monthly serial on Amazon (and others) spread over the year.  First of all I need to instil confidence that I can keep to a monthly schedule.  This is what the Sandwiched by series was intended to be (before I got sidetracked).

Currently I'm working on finishing up some projects that should have been completed in the first half of the year - the print version of A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales, the next instalments of Sandwiched by ("Sandwiched by Scyllas", "Sandwiched by Succubi"), and a long-awaited conclusion to the Succubus Summoning 201 arc.  Once these are done I'll have a more cleanish slate and can get back to Okasare Kenny and a novel idea featuring Nicole I've been tinkering with.

Because of the change in plans I'll be pulling the Okasare Kenny chapters posted on Lit and StoriesOnline.  The ones I posted here I'll leave here.

A live-written (sort of) novel posted daily on the blog in daily instalments is something I want to do at some point.  I did enjoy the bits I did on Okasare Kenny before realising I was neglecting other projects that should have been finished off sooner.

As a writer, metaphorically showing your underpants in public is a little embarrassing.  In future I'll try to rein in my excitement until a project is actually complete/near-complete.  As per my usual penance for screwing up I'll raid the short story stockpile and dig up something juicy to post for your reading pleasure - look out for it Monday.