FictitiousSlave

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result… strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Part 1 Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove. ...

Author's Note: There wasn’t a club like this at my university (at least not that I was invited to)… a real shame I feel! “Come on Jenny we’re going to be late!” We weren’t, we had half an hour before the taxi was due but Claire was as excited as a kid at Christmas. She’d been dressed for hours, her make-up had been perfected before I’d even selected my dress. Admittedly it wasn’t every day you were invited to the Principal club. Formed in the early days of the university the club brought together the best, brightest and richest of the students on campus. Founded by early members who had gone on to make their millions the club was the social elite, few people even knew of it’s existence. Membership was by invitation only and they were extremely selective of their guests. ...

Author's Note: This is another write up of a true story, about six months ago “Reneé” emailed me describing how she and her now husband had got into bondage and asked if I’d write a short story based on their experience. I’ve obviously changed quite a few details to protect their identities but I really wanted to leave as much intact as possible. Let me know what you think, I’m a little concerned that I wrapped up the tale a little too early but I wanted to keep this one as close to what happened as possible rather than extrapolate and just write pure fiction - if you’re looking for that click my author name… There are plenty in there! ...

Author's Note: Perhaps we’d have learnt more if our classes had been more like this? It was the last session of a Friday afternoon and my friends and I were in seated in our class waiting for our teacher. It was time for our annual class of “Sexual and Relationship Health”, the latest name of a government initiative which instructed schools to provide each student at least an hour of Sex Ed a year. The teachers thought the parents should do it, the parents thought the schools should do it. We didn’t care either way. We were now the oldest students in school, most of us had already lost our virginity anyway and those that hadn’t had certainly spent enough time on the internet that labelling diagrams would be a completely pointless exercise. Being a private school often had it’s advantages, our teachers were often a lot more capable than their equivalents and the school was given a lot more independence when planning curriculum. This was unfortunately a necessary class. ...

Author's Note: Quick and light story about a couple’s visit to a sex shop. My wife and I were visiting the south coast for a week, we’d both been working far too many hours recently and the time away was a much needed respite from the hustle of day to day life. Slowly we wove our way along the quiet quiet country roads, a sea view appeared here and there. ...

Author's Note: Apart from the glaring technical inaccuracies and technologies that don’t exist I’m sure there’s a point in here about data security. However I’m much more interested in the sex and bondage, hopefully you’ll enjoy it regardless! Sometimes it concerns me how much faith people put in technology. I’m tech savvy, in fact very savvy and what’s worse (at least for my clients) is that I’m often bored. My most recent foray into the technology underworld came while I was contracted to a newspaper for IT support. Their systems were a state and it took me several weeks of late nights, takeaways and sleep deprivation to untangle the mess my predecessor had left. ...

Author's Note: This is one of the most intense stories I’ve written, for me it toys how far I’m comfortable going. I like safe fantasies and couples trying sex games! Despite being completely consensual playing with a slave’s mind seems much more intense than some simple BDSM… give it a read and see what you think! It had been fifteen years since I’d first seen her. Of course time passed differently for vampires, an immortal lifespan gave you a different perspective on a few decades but for her the time would have been an eternity. I could sense the anticipation in the room my two valets eager to see the result of their work, my wives intrigued to meet the new member of their ranks and of course myself. I’d paid her little mind over the past decade and a half as she lay entombed beneath my mansion but now she was ready to join him I recalled when we’d first met. ...

Author's Note: I’m not sure when I had this idea, I’m even sure how good it is. There seems a lot less sex, bondage and orgasms that I’d normally put in my stories but I think something about the situation is quite erotic. I’d be very interested to know what you think and if you have any other ideas for these entertainers. As it is I’m not planning a Part 2, however if the response is good I may be persuaded to continue! ...

Author's Note: I have to admit I’m not as pleased with this submission as I have been with others, I like the principal but I feel I struggle with self bondage stories, they don’t seem to click. I’d been keen to hear any comments or suggestions as I have another potential self bondage story. Excitement pounded in my chest as I picked up the thin cord. I’d double checked the winch the previous night, the sun was shining outside and pieces I’d collected from the DIY store were laid on the kitchen table in front of me. Whether it’s harder for a female bondage enthusiast to purchase various thicknesses and lengths of rope and cable ties than a male I’m not sure. All I know is that I’d always felt extremely embarrassed whenever I tried, I was sure the teenage boy behind the counter saw right through my apparent innocence. ...

Author's Note: I wasn’t really going for a work of classic literature, I just went for the classic components: bondage, check. Lesbians, check. Orgasms, check. Any other boxes you wish it filled? The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow! ...