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Anonymous 19/06/22(Sat)12:55 No. 26098 ID: f84641

Just look through Phil Phantom’s stories (e.g. “Toy Daughter”), in many of them there’s a general theme like that.

My Private Camwhore by AnonyMPC

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This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
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A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!

A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]

Chapter 1: Man Up

“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 18/12/29(Sat)05:30 No. 25908 ID: a33a9a

Hey Gamer, first time poster here. I've been following this since the beginning. I appreciate you letting us know whats up. I for one would love to know what your vision was for the ending.

Pulling back the curtain Gamer 19/04/16(Tue)16:43 No. 26053 ID: f4f0f1

So a lot has changed in my life, but for anyone that still cared about this story, this is what I had planned:

Roxy would attack Sammy and hand deliver her to the other girls to torture to their hearts' content. After quite a bit of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, Betty of all people would come in and make the save, ending her pacifist ways temporarily to help save Sammy and get her back to her room.

Betty would help Roxy and Sam make up, but things would never quite be the same between them. Meanwhile, we'd see Dr. West adjusting to his new life; while getting exponentially better treatment than anyone else that had gone through testing, Sammy would come to learn a little about his, or now her, home life; West had a wife that would now have to be alerted about his irreversible change, and their unborn child would never know their father.

Sammy starts to break down by this point. She'd have no one left in her life, become depressed, further lose her will to live. Finally, one night, someone breaks into her room and knocks her out. She wakes up in the trunk of a car, wrists tied behind her back, riding for some ways before feeling the car pull off the edge of the road. Dr. Chilton would open the trunk, yanking our protagonist out of the car and dragging her into the woods. He'd monologue about how she threatened to ruin everything he'd created and his chance of being immortalized, before dropping her to her knees. She'd hear the cock of a gun behind her and feel the barrel against the back of her head, and would plead for her life terrified before hearing a gun shot. (Definitely a chapter cliffhanger)

Sammy would realize as she screamed that she wasn't dead. She looked behind her to see Chilton dead, gunshot wound to the head, before looking over to see a man a fair distance away. He'd seen the whole thing, saving Sammy's life on his way back from a long day of hunting. Offering to go to the police with her, Sammy realized she likely didn't have any records, much less a past, and insisted they don't. The two would bury the doc out in the woods, before he'd offer to take her home. Having no idea what else to do, she played amnesia, claiming not to remember anything other than her name until she could think of something. He instead took her to his home to allow her to clean up and take care of her until she could remember anything.

This man (shit, let's call him Vince, I don't know if I ever came up with a name for him) covers her naked body with his jacket, and never appears to try to take advantage of her. He doesn't sneak a peek other than what he couldn't help but see while saving her, and turns his head away out of respect when he can. He seems genuinely interested in making sure she's ok over all else, offering her residence on his couch until she can remember where she li Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 19/06/21(Fri)06:45 No. 26095 ID: e6350c

hey Gamer, thanks for coming back to tie things up. I read this story since day 1 and then forgot about it for years. and... still love it. Ten years! Damn.

This story made me trans. On the subject, quick question: are you a girl yet?

(no not really but that’s my favorite joke, shut up)

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Anonymous 19/06/23(Sun)16:27 No. 26100 ID: 9e0d76


Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468 [Reply]

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.


It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.
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Anonymous 19/04/22(Mon)08:04 No. 26061 ID: 95b270

It'll come, this is their life's work. Have you seen how long they've kept updating it? It may take a long time, but I won't believe this story is dead unless the author specifically says so.

Anonymous 19/06/14(Fri)15:43 No. 26088 ID: 6d0371

Just here to say thank you again for everything OP.

By the way, how old is Sara in the story right now?

OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/06/23(Sun)03:56 No. 26099 ID: 862daf


12. She's had one birthday since the story began.

And yes, I think it's about time to start work on the next chapter.


You. You're awesome.

The Farm Just Dumb 19/06/14(Fri)21:50 No. 26089 ID: 8d211f [Reply]

Something I've been working on, if people are interested, I'll post more:

The Farm

It was a warm day on the farm. The type of heat that makes you willing to walk around with nothing but shorts on, bare chested in the sun. The temperature was tempered by a slight breeze that had nearly evaporated the sweat off Jason Knauer’s chest and back before he left the intensity of the sun for the cool of the air-conditioned indoors. The chilled air gave him a slight shiver and gooseflesh, his bare nipples hardening against the cool of his kitchen. Jason grabbed his t-shirt off the back of the bar stool, poured himself a tall glass of iced sun tea and headed up to his studio.
To call Jason’s property a farm was being overly descriptive. Craving space from the chaos of the city, Jason had purchased 35 acres out in the countryside on which he grew a modest amount of vegetables and housed four horses. But he considered it his farm, referred to it that way. It was his escape from the rest of society, an isolated space he could work and focus. His routine, especially in the warm days of the summer, included getting up early, tending the horses and turning them out to pasture, weeding and various chores in the vegetable garden and then heading up to his studio to work. Lately, he was working on a novel.
Jason was a writer of what he considered moderate success. Since his second book was published to some acclaim, he hadn’t had to work a day job in years. After his third book, a collection of short stories did better than he’d expected, he purchased his farm and relocated to the country. He kept an address at a small studio in the city which he used only on the occasions he needed to be in for various meetings with publishers. Since the city was over an hour drive away, it was often easier to stay at least overnight, depending on the length of his stay.
When he stayed in the city, Jason employed a neighbor kid, Ashton, (thirteen or fourteen years old, Jason could never keep up) to come take care of the horses in his absence. He also had this kid, teenager or young man really, come over several times a week to muck the horse stalls and mow the lawn. For his labors, Jason paid the kid well, more than he could make for any other summer job. He saw it as a kind of retainer. Since Jason could be away at a moment’s notice, it made sense to have a kind of beckon call situation with the boy.
Jason sat down at this computer and opened his word document containing the novel in progress. He began to write. His main character and heroine, the young twenty something girl navigating her way through college as a poor student had found her way to paying the tuition costs by stripping at a club in one town over. Unfortunately for her, she had seen one of her professors in the audience, and more importantly, he had seen her. When her grades began to slip in this professor’s class, he had offered he Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 19/06/15(Sat)15:04 No. 26090 ID: 4d1e6e


The Farm Just+Dumb 19/06/17(Mon)23:25 No. 26093 ID: 5450a1

The Farm continued. Comment if you want me to continue

Nicole was her legal name, but Jason recalled her telling him she had an official name, a Chinese name. But he couldn’t remember what it was. He was trying to remember as he walked through the woods with Nicole, holding her hand. Neither of them was saying anything. The gravity of their decision was weighing heavily on his mind; he assumed it was on her’s as well. She kept her eyes down for the most part, as if looking for things to trip over with quick furtive glances around and up at him. He would catch her glance, smile shyly and squeeze her hand. She would squeeze back.

He was taller than she was, but he was taller than every girl he knew. And she was younger than he was. Ashton didn’t know exactly how to feel about her age. In one corner of his brain, he liked to think that age was relative and shouldn’t matter. After all, his parents had an age gap of eight years. Nicole’s father was five years older than her mother. But in another corner, he wondered if that mattered less because they were adults. There was almost a four year age gap between him and Nicole and if he was honest with himself, it worried him on some level. He knew his friends at school would laugh at him if they knew she was only eleven. But it was summer and he rarely saw his friends from school. Nicole would be going to middle school next year, he would be going into the tenth grade and would soon be fifteen.

He shrugged it off as he did every other time he thought about it. What else could he do? Stop seeing her? To his knowledge, in this damn barren place his parents insisted on living in, she was the only girl roughly his age if you didn’t count the two girls who were one and two grades ahead of him. Being with an older girl was completely out of the question. He couldn’t wait until he could drive and his summers would be more eventful, his parents not liking to drive him around. And besides, Nicole had been somewhat infatuated with him for a couple of years now.

Everyone assumed that she liked him as an older brother, and so had he until recently. Nicole, as an only child, had seemed eager to have someone to look up to. Ashton, the youngest of three and his two older brothers having already left the house for college, was used to being with people, but also fiercely independent. Nicole’s family had moved into the neighborhood when she was nine and her attachment to him was nearly immediate. So much so that her parents had sometimes arranged to have Nicole stay with Ashton’s family when her parents had to work late. Consequentially, the two spent a great deal of time together.

Ashton liked Nicole. To him, it was fun to have a little sister. They could go out and explore together and she never shied away from doing any of the things he liked to do, and they typically showed back up at the house covered in mud or dirt from r Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 19/06/18(Tue)23:20 No. 26094 ID: f21f4d

Yes please more!

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 19/04/04(Thu)21:21 No. 26033 ID: 190308

Awesome to see an update.

Anonymous 19/04/11(Thu)03:32 No. 26044 ID: c686cf

greatly enjoying what you’ve written so far, and was especially touched/moved/turned on by the sections with jamie and sam. like...i really hope something comes of that and that there’s a good ending someday. also hoping jamie goes full-time. please don’t hint at anything though! thank you for your work!

Anonymous 19/06/17(Mon)08:18 No. 26092 ID: 2a5e9d


Implant (tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction) Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 12/10/10(Wed)15:56 No. 17365 ID: 4c9640 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction

Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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bump Anonymous 17/12/18(Mon)14:29 No. 25233 ID: c2469c

Aaaaand we're back

Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 19/05/27(Mon)00:25 No. 26076 ID: b0999c

Wow it's been a while. I have been busy. What's happened since I last posted? I moved home (4 times), changed jobs (3 times), moved to another country, got writers block, lost a bunch work on this story due to changing to a different hard drive... but here we go!

Disclaimer: All names, places, people, ideas herein are 100% fictional. But you already knew that. Not really any lewd content in this chapter, but the story makes some progress.

Chapter 11

A siren pealed through the night, cutting off abruptly, as a fourth police car all but squealed to a halt off a slight bend along Rigby Road. There was an ambulance too, though things seemed a bit unhurried with the paramedics. Three of them stood in a circle talking softly, as the police drew up yellow tape, cordoning off part of the road. A stunned truck driver sat on the bank staring blankly, as a policeman stood nearby, holding a notepad and taking notes. Another walked up, muttered something to the other, who shook his head, and then moved closer to the truck driver, demanding something a bit louder. The driver gestured down the road, then pointed toward the paramedics. It was a dark evening, and growing darker, but the pool of blood on the gravelly tar was clearly visible, and everyone nearby was side-stepping it.


Mrs Gia Sharinotte dialed a client, tapping her long nail sporadically on the softwood, browsing her online business' website. She liked to let the phone ring about 12 times. Less, and she might as well not be trying, more, and well... it could be considered rude or persistent if her client was in the middle of something. She hung up after 14 rings. She stood up, leaving the phone lying on her desk. She went to the bathroom, it was a nice day, perhaps she could get some washing on. She needed a distraction, something was bothering her. She grabbed some clothing tossed carelessly on the floor, and heaped it into a nearby washing basket, then went the short distance to Julia's room. She knocked softly, waited a bit, then knocked more loudly. Odd, Julia was normally up early. She turned to leave, then had a second thought, and opened the bedroom door. The room was dark, the curtains mostly drawn, the bed partially made - and empty, a few school books scattered on the desk, and a stray blouse over the back of a chair. She left the blouse, Julia was probably planning on wearing it still, but the pair of socks on the floor - those went into the wash. She frowned, closing the door softly behind her. Julia must have gone out early. She was a fairly independent girl, so Mrs Sharinotte was not overly worried. She went off to do the washing, putting it out of mind for the time being.


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Anonymous 19/06/11(Tue)02:52 No. 26087 ID: dc4418

Four years later, an update! Glad you're alive OP, this story's quite interesting.

Can't wait to see what happens next.

Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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Anonymous 19/05/13(Mon)01:14 No. 26068 ID: 7f3269

I agree, this is good story my dude

IrishDevil+!!RjAQN1MwOu 19/06/09(Sun)07:04 No. 26084 ID: ceba6d

Over the next few months I noticed odd glances from Bree every now and again. She seemed unusually tense at times and slightly more closed off than I was used to. I interpreted this as a teenager thing and gave it little thought, though it concerned me a bit.

Finally, in November, the doctors had determined through several x-rays and physical exams that my casts were ready to come off. I've always been a quick healer, but without all the help and care that Bree had been giving me I'm sure I would have been in casts and on crutches for much longer. Physical therapy started not long afterward, and I also decided to go out and get back to shooting and hunting to store up some nice fresh game for the worse part of winter. I didn't really need to, mind you, but I liked to. It was better to have venison and boar and wild fowl for the occasional meal than always eating store-bought-pumped-full-of-preservatives meat. Especially when I wanted to build up the muscle mass I'd lost over the last few months.

It was on one of these hunting trips that I had stepped in behind Bree to correct her posture with the old .308 she'd grown fond of using. She tensed up in an unusual way and her jaw and neck tensed when I had leaned in by her ear to correct her left arm and give her better stability. She recovered quickly and took everything I had said. By the end of the trip I'd bagged a large deer and she'd bagged a grouse and two sizable rabbits. I had briefly asked her about the tensing on the way back, and she'd simply muttered an apology.

Returning home, we had butchered up the meat and shrink-wrapped it for the deep freeze before she finally spoke while we cleaned our hands off.
"Dad, you know the girls all kind of fancy you right?" She asked.
I nearly choked on the bottle of water I'd started drinking.
"What? They do!" she laughed as I recovered by punching myself in the chest.
"Goodness knows I know Maven does after that incident in September, but the rest? Really?" I responded with incredulity.
"Well, yeah. You know I was looking at some pictures online the other day from that Goth Club you said used to go to. Mary's mum used to go to the same one. I saw you in a bunch of them. You haven't changed much. Claire saw it and was all 'Oh my god who's that guy with the deathhawk? He's hot! Wait isn't that your da'?' And I had to agree. You should get a deathhawk again, especially with those scars on the side of your head now." She said.
"I can't pull that off anymore!" I protested. "It'd look way too unprofessional!" I ran my fingers through my now very scruffy hair. I hadn't had it cut since the accident.
"Naw, bullshit." she said. "I can make it look nice. If you keep it down during work it'll look nice and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 19/06/09(Sun)23:25 No. 26086 ID: 46cda8


Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c [Reply]

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here


And I'll post my new stories below.

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Anonymous 19/04/13(Sat)19:33 No. 26049 ID: 4ea7b8

Great recommendations! Any chance of seeing more from you here?

Anonymous 19/06/01(Sat)16:58 No. 26078 ID: e2b27a

>mfw you're the one who wrote game of bones
I've cummed so much to that. Her losing the game and forever becoming a mindless sex slave to her brother. You've got some writing skills friend.
Do you know any places where I could find some stories on young girls dominating and humiliating men/boys. Basically gdom + humiliation is my fetish.

JumpingHotdog 19/06/07(Fri)11:42 No. 26081 ID: 773223


I've got a few stories in the works. Not sure when they'll be done, though. They are longer, multi chapter works and I'm holding off on posting until I've got more done.


Thanks a bunch! I can't think of any gdom on men/boy stories. It's a rather rare genre. I remember reading some stories by Young_Lesbian_Femdom on ASSTR years ago but they were gdom on women.

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