MMMMMPHPH! God this is taking a lot longer then it should. My nipples are killing me, and my arms feel like they are going to fall off. How the hell did I get into this mess! I wish Greg were here. He would save me. I have got to figure a way out of this mess, but first let’s back the story up a little bit and go back to before I got myself into this mess. ...
Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub. ...
The ability to create, on any medium, is what keeps me happy with life. Writing, programming, electronics, and even woodworking all give me a sense of self worth and accomplishment. To top it all off, when you can share your work with others and they enjoy it, well, you get the idea. With this in mind, I set my sights on making some furniture I had read in several stories. ...
Chapter 1 – The Best Laid Plans Angelica was looking forward to this Saturday for the past week. She shared a quiet two-bedroom house in a Boston suburb with her roommate and best friend Tiffany. The two of them were joined at the hip growing up through college so it seemed logical they should live together as well. Being women of taste, they decided to rent a house instead of a small apartment to give themselves a real sense of home and privacy. The two of them have been quite happy over the past year and even adopted a dog to share their home with. ...
I have been running this camp for almost 3 years now. It is a 13 room farmhouse sitting on 20 acres of land in upstate New York. I bought the place to get away and relax with my wife, Marie and slave of 7 years. To better suit the place to our needs, I gutted a few rooms of the house and set them up as playrooms. For almost two years we enjoyed the house to ourselves until one day I received a request from a friend of mine. Paul was well aware of our activities at the farmhouse and knew my wife was a trained slave. It was this knowledge the prompted him to ask me to train his own slave, or more to the point, train his girlfriend, Diane, to be a better slave. ...
“mmmmmm” he moaned, “that feels wonderful.” She giggled slightly, “I think your nipples are more sensitive than mine!” “I know another part of me that is very sensitive, how ‘bout it?” he asked with a wink. “We have been over this Logan, not until marriage” she sighed, moving away from him. “Ok, ok. We are still having run right? Let’s get that bra off and see those wonderful tits of yours” he pleaded, “I’ll make it worth your while!” ...
Susan had looked forward to this evening for over two weeks now, ever since her new online interest had invited her to be his date. They had never met in person, but she felt something special about Richard. It was like they had known each other for years. Normally she was very cautious about the men she met online, and this one was no different. On the other hand, if things went well, she knew he wouldn’t be waiting until the third date to have her. ...
Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge. ...
Having practiced self-bondage for years now, Holly had noticed that it has become a routine for her. She would come home from work and make herself something to eat, catch up with the news and if she had nothing planned, tie herself up. Granted she would think of different variations to make it more exciting, but after a while, it felt like she tried them all. After realizing all of this, she decided that she would do something to change it. ...
One of the fun little games I like to play with my boyfriend is what we call “Hostage Escape”. The rules are very simple. If I free myself in the time (meaning my hands and legs are free) I then can capture him, and make him my slave. He has a tendency to lock a gag on, or chastity belt and keep the key with him forcing me to drive out in public to capture him and get the key. Just in case however, I keep a note explaining my situation with me to show a police officer if I get pulled over. I have never escaped though, so I was not worried about it. ...