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      <title>Alisa&#39;s Cabin Trip</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Amber&#39;s Misfortune</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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&amp;rsquo;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Bait &amp; Switch</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Blissful Entrapment</title>
      <link>/stories/10228/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 – The Best Laid Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Boot Camp: Slave 100</title>
      <link>/stories/10222/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Commitment is Only Skin Deep</title>
      <link>/stories/14088/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;“mmmmmm” he moaned, “that feels wonderful.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She giggled slightly, “I think your nipples are more sensitive than mine!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I know another part of me that is very sensitive, how ‘bout it?” he asked with a wink.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“We have been over this Logan, not until marriage” she sighed, moving away from him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“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!”&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Costume Surprise</title>
      <link>/stories/11008/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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&amp;rsquo;t be waiting until the third date to have her.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>From Bad to Worse</title>
      <link>/stories/10063/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Holly&#39;s Obstacle Course</title>
      <link>/stories/10054/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Home Sweet Home</title>
      <link>/stories/10096/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Hooked</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;It’s been 4 hours now; something is wrong. Claire, or Mistress Claire as she demands to be addressed, has never left me unattended for an hour before, let alone four.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am completely naked except for my watch. It is now obvious to me that this was not an oversight on her part. The cold, stark concrete surroundings echo the small hand ticking away keeping me keenly aware how slow time can pass.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Lack of Judgement</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;79997&amp;hellip; 79998&amp;hellip; 79999&amp;hellip; 80000&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;God Damnit!&amp;rdquo; I yelled, kicking the metal chest, hurting my foot. &amp;ldquo;I knew I should have started in the other damn direction!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Had I missed the correct digit ages ago? The mere thought of it almost made me feel sick. It has taken over two weeks working several hours a night to get this far. I had purposely gone slow to ensure no mistakes, in fact, several digits were double checked just to be sure. There was no way a missed a digit, but try telling your brain that when panic starts to set in.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Mistaken Identity</title>
      <link>/stories/10282/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I really don&amp;rsquo;t know how these people do it.&amp;rdquo; thinking to myself. It had been 30 minutes since I passed the last sign of civilization if you want to call a single pump gas station civilization. &amp;ldquo;I bet they don&amp;rsquo;t even take credit cards!&amp;rdquo; I ranted. I was starting to regret accepting my friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in Maine. I never could quite understand what the thrill of driving 3 hours to a cabin just to get drunk was. I guess that is why I am here, I felt compelled to find out.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Office Fun</title>
      <link>/stories/24518/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I&amp;rsquo;m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Payment Pending</title>
      <link>/stories/30790/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Notes:&lt;/strong&gt; This is a true story from a recent weekend. I&amp;rsquo;m not used to writing non-fiction so I hope you like it. To those who may wonder, the answer is 1 week :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s not very often that I have the house to myself for an entire day. This weekend the kids were away and my wife at a concert in the northern part of the state. Since she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be returning until the next morning I decided to try out some &amp;lsquo;real&amp;rsquo; self-bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Practice Makes Perfect</title>
      <link>/stories/10066/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;A while ago my girlfriend made a shocking discovery. Natalya decided that it would be nice to surprise me and take me out to dinner, but she wanted it to be a special event wanted the whole evening planned out and do something nice for me. Natalya opened the door (having the key) and walked though the door. There before me I saw my beautiful girlfriend in a stunning black dress, long blond hair flowing down her back and calling my name in the wonderful Russian accent of her.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Sorority Sisters</title>
      <link>/stories/10231/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the year. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day but my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to college in Boston to escape our parents as well. While they were only in upstate New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Spring Cleaning</title>
      <link>/stories/10087/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I had the day off today due to a holiday, but it was one of those days that only some companies let you off on, but others didn’t. In this case, it was the 4th of July and it happened to fall on a Sunday. I figured the mall would be packed from everybody else having the day off, so I decided that running a few errands and getting a little R&amp;amp;R. For some reason I had woken up early today so I was able to get the errands done before lunch. As I was driving home, I remembered something, the cleaners come today, and I bet they don’t have it off.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Catastrophe</title>
      <link>/stories/10069/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I sat down at my computer and was pretty bored. It was a Sunday night and I had no plans to keep me busy, not even a rented movie. Since I had not updated my site in a while, I decided that I would work on the next installment of Amber’s Misfortune. Completing what I set out to do usually never happens as I start to get turned on. Before long, I convince myself it time for a break and time to tie myself up for a bit. Last Sunday was no different.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Extended Contract</title>
      <link>/stories/61786/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; It&amp;rsquo;s been a few years since I&amp;rsquo;ve written (completed) a story. I&amp;rsquo;ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I&amp;rsquo;d love to hear your feedback!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn&amp;rsquo;t hers so that didn&amp;rsquo;t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Too Quick to Click</title>
      <link>/stories/18176/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Two Can Tango</title>
      <link>/stories/10210/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For years now, my wife and I have enjoyed immersing ourselves in bondage adventures. We both like to be tied and we both enjoy tormenting the other, thus our games vary drastically from adventure to adventure. Depending on our moods that day, we devise interesting scenarios and restraint to put each other into.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few months ago, during a particularly brutal snow storm, we were snowed in with nothing to do. All the surrounding stores, malls and restaurants had closed early, at least that is what they said on the news before the cable went out. After debating for an hour over what movie we should watch on DVD, we agreed on a title just in time for the power to go out.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>What You Wish For</title>
      <link>/stories/13934/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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