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Ass-fucked by Batman and Robin

It’s a hot afternoon. I’m in the house alone and my boss calls to tell me I don’t have to work tonight, which is fine by me. I relax, smoke a joint and play my guitar for a while. I see a pile of dirty laundry waiting to be washed, so I load it in the machine. Then I settle in front of my laptop and catch up with stuff on line till the wash is finished and I can hang it all out on the line outside. I end up looking at porn, and stumble on a sissy hypno audio file. When I was younger, hypno was something I had been mildly interested in. I thought at the time the whole hypno craze was going to dominate porn and turn everyone into drooling zombies. But none of it had much effect on me I have to say, so I moved onto other kinks. Then a few years later I got married, so all those activities came to end.  But now I am thinking - what the fuck? I put on headphones and click on the audio file. I expect to hear the usual ‘deeper and deeper’ crap, but it turns out to be nothing but the sound...

Message From The President

  My fellow countrymen. This photo of me going around the internet seems to be driving people CRAZY.  I need to explain exactly what happened, so that we can end the speculation and the insinuations and move on to more important things.  The fact is that what appears to be a naked man kneeling in front of me is not, I repeat NOT, a real naked man. That would be RIDICULOUS! In fact it is not even a human being. I know some of you might find this hard to believe,  but in fact this is a visitor from another planet, which is why his skin-tone is very slightly green, though it’s almost impossible to make that out in the photo.  I have not mentioned this before because this administration does not normally make public, our communications with alien beings,  naturally because we do not want to cause alarm. But the fact of the matter is that they exist, and the one who was beside me in the photograph was a visitor from a planet way over on the other side of t...

New Job at the Giovanni Plastic Factory.

Nice to meet you. I’m Frank.  I work upstairs in Quality Control. Welcome to Giovanni Plastics.  I’ve been here twenty-three years and loved every minute. I’ll tell you something; the quality of plastic produced in this factory is the best in the world.  When I started here, I didn’t know what the fuss was about. But when I actually felt the quality of the stuff coming out these machines, I thought oh yeah, this is like, the best, softer and shinier than anything I’d come across ever before. I think you’re going to enjoy working here. In fact I know you are.  Karen, in personnel, does extensive research these days on everyone who applies to work here, including a thorough examination of on-line activity, and she only selects people who’ve got a thing about plastic and shiny material. It guarantees a loyal workforce. I mean look at this.   Mmmmmm! This is our top range food wrap. Feel that… This stuff comes off that machine over there. It might look like an ordin...

The Mask Of Mistress Eva.

Curious, I put the large leather briefcase on the kitchen table and open the lid. Inside there’s a dress made from bright red shiny latex. I lift it out gently and lay it out flat on the table.  ‘What the…?’ I ask myself softly.  I’ve not seen anything quite like this and  I am very pleasantly surprised by just how smooth and soft latex feels. I find myself caressing it gently with my fingers. I’ve never been interested in the fetish scene, but the sight of this dress takes my breath away.  The briefcase belonged to an old man called Cyril, who used to live next door but who died a month ago.  For some unfathomable reason he left this briefcase to me in his will. I cannot figure out why. I really didn’t know him well. The first time I met him, I realised he was ill and from then on I decided to keep an eye on him. I called round and helped him out with a few things, just being neighbourly, that was all. I cannot understand why Cyril would want me to have thi...

A Horny Slave is a Happy Slave.

On a warm and pleasant late afternoon, Berenger sits at a table on the terrace of his favourite café bar, with his dear friend Simon. Usually when they meet, they lament for a while about the miserable state of the world, and the latest dreadful things the president is doing to make ordinary peoples’ lives more difficult.  They grumble quietly of course, ensuring no one sitting near can hear what they are saying.  These days it’s a dangerous thing to criticise the president, or the rich, powerful men who manage the ruling Party.  But then invariably Berenger finds something to laugh at, and then they pass on to more enlightening subjects.  Today is different. Berenger is eager to tell Simon what he saw that morning.  I was at a train station in the centre of the city and needed to visit the toilet. The only one I could find had a sign outside to say it was closed, but I’d seen a gentleman go in ahead, so I thought I would follow.  When I stepped inside I sa...