Chapter 1 - Addiction The power over women that John wielded was now extreme. The Genie had granted one of his wishes in a well thought-out hand written contract. Any woman to have intercourse with John would orgasm after only 30 seconds. Each 30 seconds later during the same insertion of his penis would result in an orgasm 10% greater than the last up to the 8-minute mark (yielding an orgasm 460% stronger than the woman’s prior average intensity). While the woman would remain conscious, the experience would cause her to loose 5% of her body fat and 5% of her water weight. ...

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;) Part 1 It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too. ...

Chapter I The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university. Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm. ...

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from where ‘The First Live Show’ ends, approximately 6-7 months after the day that D took her husbands freedom and turned him into her sissy slave. I hope people enjoy reading these stories - I’m really enjoying writing them and hope that the quality is getting better the more I write. Chapter 1 - Last night D awoke on Saturday morning fresh from a deep nights sleep. The sun had long since been up and the clock told her that half the morning was all ready gone. She slowly got up out of bed and half asleep, she threw on her dressing gown and headed down stairs. She made her self a strong cup of coffee and then proceeded to the hallway where she pressed a small hidden button on the wall by the stairs. Unless you knew it was there, the hidden door could not be seen. She made her way down the stairs that the door hid and entered the dungeon she’d had purposefully built. In the middle of the room was her husband, still tightly bound on her greatest invention to date – the chair of torment. ...

Author's Note: While this story is fiction it is a conflation of my visits I have made to professional BDSM places in NY, San Francisco, LA and other places. All the characters are based on real people. especially Carol who was a receptionist at a couple of places I visited often. There was always a high turnover of the dommes but Carol was always there. We got friendly and once she even did the domination in her street clothes where we chatted about stuff while she beat the shit out of me and I licked her sneakers. She ended the session with a long slow hand job. Hope you enjoy the story. ...

Author's Note: I realised and needed to create a back story for Suzzanne Midsummer so this is a “prequel” to my Agent Midsummer stories CHAPTER 1 Dave the Fixer carefully he poured the powder mix from the fold of crisp white paper into the neck of the champagne bottle, the powder fizzing as it made contact with the charged contents. He held the bottle up to the light to ensure it was completely dissolved; the pink liquid was filled with tiny sparkling bubbles which appeared from nowhere and raced upwards towards the surface. Pleased with his work he pushed the bottle down into the metal bucket full of ice, which crunched as he imbedded the bottle with a twisting motion. Wrapping a clean white napkin around the neck he placed the bucket in the limousine’s custom holder. Quickly he scanned the passenger compartment, the ice bucket, a single long stemmed glass, the opulent cream leather bench seats and thick pile cream carpet; he smiled and closed the door with a solid clunk. Settling into the driver seat, he adjusted the throw of the wheel and familiarised himself with the controls, especially those which controlled the door locks and glass partition, finally he twisted the key and started the engine, the radio quietly filled the drivers compartment, easy listening, not his choice of music but hey he wasn’t hear to listen to the radio he had a job to do. He checked the address once more before the long black Cadillac pulled onto the wet street and sped off into the darkening evening. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty. Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself. ...

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn. Chapter One: Acquisition Lord Charles Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family ...

I started out with a pretty happy life, but I screwed things up. I was the king of my castle, but now I’m not even the queen. More like the maid. So I guess you could call it a riches to rags story. How did it all happen, well let me back up and tell you. My name is Aidan, and I started life with a plus, because my family was pretty well off. When I turned 21, I got my share of the family trust fund. I never needed to work in my life, and I would have been very well off. But what fun is it to sit around the house all day? I went to college, then got my MBA, and got a job at a high powered accounting firm downtown, where I pulled down a six figure income. ...

Author's Note: Airhostess who blackmails cheating husbands gets tricked by two of her victims and suffers stricked bondage and torture and their mercy Part 1: The Affair Tess walked through the airport doors and out into the streets on New York. Three days she had to burn before her flight back. Tess was an airhostess you see, and for a very exclusive airline at that. Perhaps that’s why she felt her uniform was designed to be somewhat provocative. Her top was light blue and tight all over, small buttons ran along the middle with the top one tightly bucking around her neck. An equally form fitting navy blue dress covered her stocking wrapped legs down to the knees. Her feet nestled into black 5-inch heeled pumps - a pain to wear during flight, but Tess couldn’t deny they did a great job of turning heads. ...