Daniel Guy's Blog

I hand the cab driver the address, written on a paper napkin by the guy I’d picked up the night before.   He glances at it, then up at me with a bemused smirk.   I’m used to that.   We drive in silence till we reach a warehouse tucked away in the industrial zone of the city.   When I was told about this place I knew I had to visit and here I was.   When I try to buy an entrance ticket, the young pretty lad at the desk tells me I just hand over my credit card and pay when I leave.   He explains that people stay for days as the club has a twenty-four hour bar and restaurant and simple cabins in which to sleep , or fuck, for as long as you liked. I find the locker room and undress, and then set out with a towel wrapped around my waist to explore the various darkrooms, saunas and spas. Eventually I find what I had come for, the steam room.   I step into what appears to be an enormous dark subterranean cavern.   The room has almost no light, just pale dim spotlights in the walls

My slave’s called Master Jack My slave's called Master Jack He knows just what to do I've trained him to ignore my screams When he beats me black and blue. Each night he has to wear his leather boots And let me lick them clean Then force his cock into my mouth He's fabulously mean. He knows that he can only spit His gob into my face And just the way I like it too My master knows his place. Some say that I'm tyranical Uncompromising, cruel Forcing him to beat me daily But sadly that’s the rule. He treats me well and cruelly Ties me up without a word Summoned to the toilet just to make me Drink his piss and eat his turd. My days and pain are never dull No mercy I'm allowed I demand complete humiliation Or else I'm unaroused. My slave's called Master Jack But he must call me arse-hole He may keep me in the dungeon But I'm king of the castle. Daniel Guy.

My Name is Angus. My name is Angus but on line I call myself Rubber Angelica, and she’s only interested in meeting lesbians.  I happened to be cruising around some websites in search of fun and came across Nina. From the photos on her profile she was tall, thin and pretty, with short blond hair and a cheeky grin.  She responded to my message to say she loved the photo of me in full rubber.   That was the one of me in my long white latex dress and mask.  She said she particularly liked the shape of my tits and I thanked her for the compliment. In the on line messages that followed we discovered that we both preferred girls and latex and bondage and strap-on dicks. A few days later she messaged me to say she wanted me to visit. I was happy to, especially as she would leave her front door open for me and lie face down and naked upstairs on her bed in anticipation.  So off I went and sure enough, the front door of the small white terraced cottage was off its latch. I stepped

Sex Factor My delight at being selected as a contestant for the Sex Factor Game Show was short-lived. Ten of us assembled at the television studios, five male and five female. We were led out in front of bright lights and cameras, lined up in front of a large studio audience and told to undress. Our hands were then cuffed behind our backs and once this was done, the game show host picked out from the line, a pale, middle-aged, skinny housewife from Hull called Marlene and young spotty sales assistant from Dunstable called Lenny, and told them to step forward for round one. None of us in the line I would say at this point were particularly attractive. Paul and Marlene were led to a huge pink bed and told to kneel on it  facing each other, one at either end. Black shiny garbage bags were then pulled over their heads and taped tight around their necks. They were told that they would only be released once they had fucked each other. An orgasm had to be reached by one or other of

Can You Cry? ‘What the hell is going on! Excuse me. Excuse me. Look - get out of my way, I'm trying to make a movie here....... Sammy! Look - what are all these people doing on the set? We shot the crowd scenes yesterday. What? They're here to watch the rape scene? Well they can't. Get these creeps out of here. Call security. I can't have these people in the way. Sammy! There's a grip sitting in my chair.   I don't believe it.   Hey you! Get out of my chair! Don’t you know who I am? Well I’m the fucking director, that’s who I am. Now get out of my chair. Thank you. That's better. Now I can see what the hell I'm doing. O.K. then Sammy, how is it going?   Are we about ready with this? Is this the set?   Is it finished yet? I mean is this supposed to be the church interior? No, it doesn't matter. There's no time to change it now. Goldstein's been at my throat again this morning because we are already over budget and we only sta

How would you like to be  murdered?                                       How would you like to be murdered? Have you thought about it at all? Would you care to be hacked to death in a bath Or gunned down in a shopping mall? Or is poison a little more your cup of tea Do you yearn to be stabbed in the back? Or buried alive in a woodland grave Wrapped in a garbage sack? Would you like to be skewered by a Samurai sword? The Japanese do it with pride But if that doesn’t tickle your fancy Then seek out assassins worldwide A German might wish to build you a cellar And keep you there, hidden for a year Cut bits off you, fry them for dinner Wash you down with Bavarian beer The British would lack such pre-meditation And would not have a motive at all Instead, staggering, mindlessly drunk from a pub They would beat you to death in a brawl The Yanks might decline from shooting you dead ‘No way..’ they would say

Rubber Fantasy Kim is washing dishes when her fantasies awaken   Daydreaming among the suds and soggy rinds of bacon Rinsing one white dinner plate she goes to grab another Wonders what it would be like to do it wearing rubber Thoughts like this keep popping up inside her head for weeks No fantasy stays idle, for reality it seeks Finally she brings home spanking brand new rubber gloves They’re soft and pink and shiny, the sort a woman loves All at once the washing up becomes a gorgeous thrill When the dishes are all done, she scrubs the window sill She cleans for days then finally she takes a rest Pondering what it would be like to do it in a rubber dress Time passes, the gloves now part of the routine The house is spick and span, the cat is clean But Kim’s latest fantasy just tempts her all the time Unable to resist the dress she orders one on-line When it comes she pulls it wildly from its wrappers Strips off, slips it on, like nothing e

Brothers in Rubber. By Daniel Guy. Phillip had the keys to Toby’s London apartment. When Phillip’s mother handed them to him they both knew that Toby, Phillips elder brother, would have refused, but he was abroad on business and Phillip needed a place to crash in the big city before his flight out to join his girlfriend in Greece, so it seemed the logical thing to do. Phillip was eighteen and it was his first holiday abroad away from his parents.   His brother had left home years before and since he had his well paid job in the city, Phillip saw him rarely.    As Phillip had never seen where Toby lived, he was curious to know whether the apartment, and Toby’s lifestyle was as impressive as Toby had claimed. Phillip entered, dropped his rucksack down in the hall and began to look around.   The place was sparsely furnished; the décor was minimalist and stylishly utilitarian.    A huge black and white photo of Judy Garland hung in the hall. Deciding to call his mother, he sat down on th