Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn’t know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn’t know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him. ...

Author's Note: Second part of a saga. It has kept going, and I wanted to post this part far to get some more feed back. Let me what you think of it so far. This is a continuation of “Busted by Max” and if you might want to read it if you want to fully understand the situation. I will warn you this is long. Please forgive my spelling and grammar errors. I only survived English in school. Please leave you comments as well to let me know how you think the rest of the story should progress. ...

Part One Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow. “Gloria?” “Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table. “Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!” ...

Part 1 Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera. “Oh shit” she thought. The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out. ...

Author's Note: Been awhile since I’ve posted here. Been focusing on doing illustrations for my stories using DAZ3D and kind of lost track of this site. This particular story is another one with more story than bondage–for those who enjoy that. 8:15 p.m. Omega Day Ten years ago, my best friend, Tod, killed his wife. He caught Alicia sleeping with another man (something she’d been doing frequently behind his back for years) and in a fit of jealous rage, he shot her dead. Tod never seemed like the jealous type; always claimed to trust his wife implicitly. Even when I tried to tell him (in a tactful way) that she couldn’t be trusted, he refused to believe me. ...

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. ...

Chapter 1 The mall was fairly busy when Rachael strolled in. It was Friday afternoon, and school had just let out for spring break. She wasn’t sure what she was shopping for; it just felt good to get away from classes and indulge in a little “me” time. She strolled down the walkway, checking out the various window displays. She didn’t notice the figure about 20 yards behind, following her every move. ...

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Rachael’s Abduction, which should be read before reading this story. Chapter 1 Brad couldn’t believe what a turnaround his life had taken in the past 24 hours: yesterday, he was a slave master; today, he was an owned slave! He just knew that he couldn’t survive being locked up with who knows who for a cellmate; constantly at risk for a beating or rape. At least with these two, they might be inclined to go easy on him, or even forgive him after he demonstrated repentance. Also, he had a much better chance of escaping here than if he were in prison. ...

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave Part 1 It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl. ...

(This is a follow-on to Lazy Winter Afternoon. It’ll make sense without it, but it’d probably be better if you read that first) In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed them. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards. ...