All Chapters of TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

Chapter 5 - The Toys I came in the next week and the counter looked like a display case. There were four of them lined up on a clean white towel… four different shapes, four different sizes, all of them gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The smallest was about the size of my thumb. The largest was bigger than Brian's cock and I felt my stomach drop when I looked at it. "New phase of the therapy," he said. He was already in his shirtsleeves with the cuffs rolled up. "We've done the manual work and the dilators. Now we work on range of motion under different conditions." "Different conditions?" "Different textures. Different angles. Different levels of stimulation." He picked up the smallest one and turned it over in his hand. It was smooth and pale pink and shaped like a tapered egg with a flared base. "This one is a training plug. It goes in and stays in. The idea is to get your pelvic floor used to holding something in place while you move." "While I move?" "While y

Chapter 2 - LonelinessI told him about the dinner parties where we sat next to each other and talked to other people all night, and the way we'd started saying “I” instead of “we” without noticing. Tommy listened.He didn't interrupt and he didn't try to fix it. He just sat there with his cuffed hands on the table and his hollow eyes on mine, and he nodded sometimes, and once he said, "That sounds so lonely, Sarah," and I had to stop for a second because nobody had said that to me in a long time."It is," I said. "It's so lonely. I don't think I've been touched by another person in months. Not really. Not like it means anything. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I sit on the couch and I watch something I don't remember and I go to bed and I lie there and I think, this is it, this is the rest of my life, this is the whole thing. And then I get up and do it again. And the worst part is I know it's not even a bad life. I know people have it so much worse. I know you'd trade places

Chapter 4 - The Prison Guard I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper of my dress down and shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing anything under it. I hadn't been wearing anything under it since I'd put it on. My tits were bare and my nipples were already hard from the cold and the drive and the adrenaline, and I stood there in front of him in nothing but my heels and watched his eyes drop down my body and go dark. "Lie back," I said. He lay back on the bed. I got on the bed over him and pulled his belt open and unbuttoned his uniform pants and yanked them down his hips along with his boxers, and his cock came free already half-hard and thick, and I didn't hesitate. I bent down over it and took it in my mouth. "Ohh… fuck," he said, and his hips jerked up off the bed. I took him deep, all the way down until he hit the back of my throat, and then I pulled back up slowly with my tongue flat against the underside and my lips tight,

Chapter 1 - The Consensual Dominant and Submissive Relationship The moving truck left at four in the afternoon, and by five o'clock I was standing in the front hall of his house with one suitcase and a cardboard box and nothing else in the world that belonged to me. That was the point. We had talked about it for three months… long conversations at his kitchen table, spread out over nights when I drove home at two in the morning with my head spinning… and I had agreed to all of it. Every part. The surrender, the protocol, the fact that I would walk through his door and not walk back out. I had signed my lease away. I had given my notice at work. I had told my mother I was moving in with a man I loved, which was true, and I had left out the rest of it, which was also true in a way she would never understand. He came down the stairs and stood at the bottom of them and looked at me. "Take your clothes off," he said. No hello. No how was the drive. Just the two of us in the front ha

Chapter 3 - What He Gives The next evening he came into the room with a candle and a lighter and a glass of water, and he set all three of them down on the chest of drawers and looked at me kneeling in the middle of the floor with my hands behind my back and my eyes on the ground. "Up on the bed," he said. "On your back." I climbed up onto the black sheets and lay down on my back and he cuffed my wrists and my ankles the way he had the night before, spread wide, and I lay there looking up at him with my chest already rising and falling too fast. "Tonight you're going to take what I give you," he said. "All of it. And you're going to thank me for every bit." "Yes Sir." He lit the candle and the flame caught and steadied and he held it up where I could see it and then he stood at the side of the bed and looked down at me. "Don't move." He tipped the candle and the first drop of hot wax fell and hit the soft skin just below my collarbone. "Ahh…" I jerked against the cuf