Category Archive: Trashbag

Another Bag In The Pile

— by Shokolada — It was dark in here, really dark. My eyes were covered twice over and the lights would be off anyway – it’s rare these days to be swallowed up by that much black. Thankfully it didn’t smell bad in here… most of what I could smell was my own body, and …

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Messy Bagging Game

— by Shokolada — (I wrote this a long time ago on the instructions of a dominant friend; after reading this, she mentioned that she knew what to do with me next time we met…) We’re at your house on Saturday afternoon, and have been cuddling and fooling around for a while. You can tell …

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Can It!

– by Shokolada – (Another tale of Mistress Messiér’s household) My name is AJ Pine, and all I wanted was a cupcake. Oh sure, I’d heard rumors about the sort of things that happened in Mistress Messiér’s house. But I didn’t take them very seriously. The money was good, and plenty of staff made the …

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Lost Weekend

– by Cinnamon – I reserve us a hotel room for the weekend, and we arrange to meet there on a Friday afternoon – you after a drive down, and me after an early day at work. When you arrive at the hotel in Norfolk, you find I have arrived before you and welcomed you …

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Every Precaution Is Taken

— by Shokolada — Rebecca looked nervously around the basement. No one was around, but she still blushed at the thought of getting caught doing what she was about to do. Well, the blush was part excitement and part embarrassment, but still it would be much easier if no one else in the building found …

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Trash of the Magi

Waiting patiently to be put out at the curb

— by lckdnrbbr — Times are tough. Perhaps that goes without saying, but for Delia and Jim, it was doubly true. They’d both just been laid off. They’d met quite a few years back at a local bondage club, and had hit it off immediately. Both Delia and Jim were switches, and their kinks overlapped …

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Dumpster Seduction

— by Trash Mouse — The rest stop was on a quiet stretch of freeway just outside the city. Over the years the edge of town had moved ever closer and nearly overtaken the place, almost no one ever stopped there anymore. It was only a few more minutes until you reached town. I pulled …

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Trash Day

— by Shokolada — “It’s trash day,” she says, and I’m eager to find out what she has in mind. She sends me into the bedroom to strip, while I hear her doing something in the spare room involving rustling plastic. When I’m nude, she leads me into the kitchen, kissing me on the way …

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Something Special

— by Trash Mouse — Rusty surprised me when I came home; he was waiting just past the door of the apartment, leaning against the far wall, a black trash bag in his hand. After a long day of work that was the end of a long week of work seeing my wolf holding that …

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Penny’s Peril

— by Shokolada — “Are you ready for the party, little Penny?” Penny had been ready for weeks, ever since Mistress Tamara had told her about the upcoming BDSM Social. She loved the group’s events, and while it hadn’t been mentioned yet, Penny’s birthday was only a few days afterward, and she was hoping that …

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