Steve Spandex on Utopia Stories Library

A Binding Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A cautionary tale - always read the small print before you sign

Lucy scrutinised the small ad in the local newspaper for a second time, not quite believing her own eyes. If what she’d just read was for real, then it was a dream come true. It just couldn’t be, could it? But there it was in black and white before her very eyes:

“Wanted. Aspiring actress, aged 18-25, for lead role in a local independent film production.

Amy's Requests for Assistance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever desired something so much that you’ll go to any lengths to achieve your goal, even if the way ahead is fraught with dangers?

That’s what Amy was forced to do in her quest for the fulfilment of her dream.

But when she turned to blackmail in an effort to reach her personal Nirvana, it turned out that she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

Anna's Self-Storage Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: When Anna decides to tie herself up and hide in a packing crate, her intention is to remain there for an hour or two at most….Falling asleep was not a good idea.

Anna sighed as she strolled around the living room of her soon to be vacated flat. She kept trying to envisage how it had been only days before with all her personal possessions still strewn around, but for some reason found herself unable to conjure up what should have been an all too familiar scene. Not only that, but the memories that this stirred up seemed to cause a wave of nostalgic sadness to well up in her. Dwelling on the past, she decided, was not a good idea. She checked her watch for what must have been the hundredth time today: half past eight.

Catherine - Captured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All Catherine wanted, after a hard day’s work, was to get home and have a nice hot bath.

But instead her cab ride home turned into a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape, and soon she was forced to reconsider exactly where ‘home’ might be.

Part 1

The fact that the taxi took only five minutes to arrive from the time she’d phoned and requested it, should probably have warned Catherine that everything wasn’t quite as it should be. However, although the cab company’s receptionist had informed her that there would be a wait of around half an hour before a car would be available, Catherine thought nothing of the early appearance of her means of transport; being merely grateful that she would be getting home earlier than she’d assumed, and anxious to get a hot bath and something to eat after a busy day at the studio.

Ever Increasing Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

In a Tight Spot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jenny falls victim to her curiosity…and her ladder-resistant tights!

Jenny knew that it was wrong to pry into the personal belongings of others, but she was intrigued. And now, with her flatmate Claire away on an overnight business trip, she felt the time was right for her to put her plan into action. She would simply enter Claire’s bedroom, have a look through the suitcase and satisfy her curiosity. She figured that, providing she left everything as she found it, Claire would be none the wiser.

Ingrid's Initiation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’.

But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was the getting out again that might just prove to be more of a problem.

“So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?”

Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid.

Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (Catch-22: a situation in which a person is frustrated by a paradoxical rule or set of circumstances that precludes any attempt to escape from them)

Although Kate was loath to admit it, there was no getting away from the facts; the blame for the predicament that she found herself in right now was entirely her own. Although her initial remark had been uttered in complete innocence, her subsequent bragging - once the subject had become a topic for debate - was not only now being shown to have been a bad move on her part, but also proved that her initial claim to be able to achieve something that she’d never even attempted before, was merely a case of wishful thinking. And now her friends were teaching her a lesson.

Life's Ups and Downs - Elevation and Despair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Naomi confronts a gang of thieves… and ends up experiencing the ups and downs of life.

Naomi smiled contentedly to herself as she folded the last sheet and placed it onto the pile in the storeroom. At last she had finished her shift and could begin to enjoy her three day break. It was the 27th of December in the hotel in which she worked as assistant head housekeeper, and all the Christmas guests had departed after their festive breaks. Now the hotel was closing down for four nights until the New Year’s Eve revellers arrived. It was four PM and Naomi had dismissed the other chambermaids half an hour ago and was preparing to leave herself. She had a surprise visit to see her parents planned, and had brought her luggage with her, so she had no reason to go back to the staff accommodation block, which was situated across the car park away from the main hotel building.

Melissa's Quality Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Melissa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time in self-bondage…Then Louisa turned up!

It was Saturday afternoon and time for Melissa to relax. After a long, busy week at work, she’d spent the morning doing all the household chores that needed to be done and been to do her weekly shopping. And now, the curvaceous twenty two year old brunette was looking forward to some quality time on her own. Meticulously, she went around making sure that all the windows in her apartment were shut, the curtains drawn and the door to the outside world securely locked. For Melissa wanted no disturbance during the next few hours; no prying eyes to catch a glimpse of the secret pastime that she was about to indulge in.

Melissa's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my earlier story “Melissa’s Quality Time” which ideally should be read first.

Melissa peeped through the gap in the curtains, as the sound of a car coming to a halt outside reached her ears. It was getting dark outside now, and the movement-sensitive light in the apartment block’s car park had just activated to reveal the sight of Louisa’s Toyota Yaris pulling up in the space set aside for visitors. Melissa smiled as she watched Louisa open the driver’s door and get out into the gathering gloom of a chilly autumn evening. “Tonight Louisa” she thought to herself “you’re going to get your come-uppance. And I’m going to take so much pleasure from making you suffer for what you put me through.”

Silent Street

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Silent Street is one of the ancient thoroughfares in the town of Ipswich in Suffolk, England. No one knows for certain how the name came about, but one theory is that, during an outbreak of plague in 1665, the death toll amongst the residents of this street was particularly high, and thereafter the area fell ‘silent’. This story, however, gives a more modern twist as to why the name might be apt!

Suzy's Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Suzy gets more than she bargained for, when her friends turn up to find her in a tight spot of her own making.

Suzy pulled on the tight fitting cat-suit with a rising sense of anticipation. The shiny metallic black outfit glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed in through her bedroom window as she slowly eased the skin-tight fabric up legs already sheathed in black tights; smoothing out any wrinkles as she proceeded up over her thighs and hips to her waist, then onwards over her bare breasts and shoulders, slipping her arms into the waiting sleeves before finally reaching her throat. Dexterously reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper upwards to her neck. She was now encased from ankle to neck in the figure hugging suit; the stirrups under her feet ensuring that the legs wouldn’t ride up. Turning to admire herself in the full length mirror, the image that stared back at her was of a slim young woman in a second skin of shining spandex that produced a faint swishing sound as she sashayed across the room. Suzy always deliberately purchased her cat-suits - of which she had many - a size too small. That way she ensured that there were no folds, creases or wrinkles; just one smooth layer that clung to her skin over every square millimetre of her beautiful young figure.

Tantalised

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiona’s first week in a new job ends with her getting a rather bizarre insight into the brand of hosiery created and marketed by her employer.

Part 1

Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap.

That Sinking Feeling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Emma’s attempts to escape from her kidnapper get a bit bogged down.

Emma had very little recollection of her actual abduction, although the events leading up to her capture were etched indelibly in her mind. On the day in question, she had been attending her regular Tuesday evening yoga class at the local gym. Just after the class had finished and she was preparing to get changed and leave for home, however, her mobile phone had rung and she’d stepped out of the changing rooms and into the corridor to take the call. It had been an old friend calling and for several minutes the two women had chatted and caught up on all the latest news. In fact, so engrossed did she become in her conversation, that Emma lost track of time, and by the end of the call more than twenty five minutes had elapsed and she found that her fellow classmates had all left the premises. It was now just gone 10pm, which meant that the gym had now closed for the day and the caretaking staff would be waiting to lock up and go home.

The Call of the Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Charlotte finds the attraction of the handcuffs too tempting to resist.

Maybe she should have checked the whereabouts of the keys first!

Charlotte found it difficult to avert her eyes from the handcuffs. Not one, not two, but three pairs of seemingly identical shiny metal shackles, just sitting there on top of the bookcase. Each bracelet lay open and welcoming. It was almost as if they were trying to entice her; calling out to her:

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Deep in the heart of rural Suffolk sits a secluded mansion house; the subject of numerous rumours and tales of strange goings-on.

Into this environment, three women are drawn. They have never met, but their paths are destined to converge, and their lives become inextricably entangled with…The Secrets of Shackleton Grange….

Chapter 1 - Cathy The Cat Burglar

Cathy scaled the perimeter wall and momentarily sat atop the high brick structure. Her eyes swiftly scanned the landscape in front of her; no trace of guard dogs roaming the overgrown lawns, no sign of security personnel or movement sensitive lighting. In fact, aside from the wall and the securely locked wrought iron gates, there was very little sign of there being any preventative measures having been put in place to deter trespassers from getting into the grounds. Her gaze drifted further afield, towards the mansion house about one hundred yards in front of her. The rambling old building, with its Tudor architecture, had seen better days, but was still quite impressive, even when viewed in twilight. How many rooms were there? There must be at least a hundred, Cathy guessed, taking into account the towers that rose at each corner above the main body of the building. Although not visible from this angle, Cathy knew - having cased the joint carefully over the past few weeks - that the house was actually built in the shape of a U, with the two arms, or wings, creating a vast courtyard at the rear. Adjacent to this, a number of outhouses, including a stable block, had been added at a later date. Set in more than a hundred acres of mainly wooded countryside, deep in the heart of rural Suffolk and more than a mile from the nearest village, Shackleton Grange retained an air of mystery about it. At one time the rural retreat of an aristocrat or lord of the realm, the present owners kept themselves to themselves and were rarely seen, even by the local populace. In fact, no one really seemed to know who lived here. But whoever they were, they must be extremely rich, Cathy reasoned, to be able to have bought, and then maintain, such a vast estate. And it was this wealth that had acted as an incentive for her coming here tonight.