Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play. Part One Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand. A Bit About Me. I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago! ...

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back. This is one of my first pieces, and could do with a little more polish, but I hope you enjoy even without it! The day has finally arrived - the day I plan to spend securely hogtied, unable to touch myself in any of the ways that I want. I had decided on a classic hogtie, locking padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and pinning everything together behind my back using a single handcuff ratchet. Aesthetically, I would prefer the handcuffs to tighten directly on my skin, with the chain of my leg restraints looped around the cuffs, but I find that fighting cold steel leaves painful marks that raise too many difficult questions. ...

Author's Note: This is merely a story for those that love bondage. I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment after reading. (But don’t be too harsh since this is a first for me) From the outside world, Mariah was your typical 18 year old girl. She was intelligent, kept good grades, did volleyball, had friends, a loving family, and a loving, handsome boyfriend. With the appearance of the typical girl, she was quite beautiful, she was 5'8 with long, blond hair, blue eyes, a well fitted body with C-cup breasts that made the guys and some girls in her school drool with very sight of her. She knew how well her figure looked, giving the occasional bend for a pencil or and erotic stretch and yawn to bring out her bust. With seductive charm like hers, Andrew Oestreich (pronounced “A-strike”) had taken his chance to be where most men wanted, at the side of the “angel of the school”. Little did her classmates know that Mariah had a darker schedule in her life, the schedule of sexual servitude and slavery. ...

I always put her blindfold on first. Before I had finished buckling the padded leather on her, she was pulling her hair free of the headpiece. “Just because I’m blind, doesn’t mean I can’t look good.” She explained. It was a rare night for us, neither had brought any work home. She was desperate for a night of bondage and sex. At least, that was the impression I got when she greeted me at the front door….quite naked. ...

FOREWORD When Derek Skeeba realized his emotions were wasted, when he saw, with crystalline lucidity, that his love was a futile endeavor, he decided to funnel his energies into a more productive compulsion-He would put the sinews of his salacious appetites to work at the squeeze play, he would use the muscle of his heart to quash the heartbeat of others, he would raze the swelling inside himself as tall as a monolith and let its shadow fall over the sickening city around him like the shadow of an ancient hartebeest. Derek Skeeba would torture the troglodytes whose mediocrity had caused him to yearn for someone better than them. ...

Author's Note: This is not a story about sex or orgasms. If that is what you are looking for in a story then you don’t want to waste your time here. It was a rainy night in May when Larry Brewster pulled into the parking lot of J.G.’s Bar and Grill on the outskirts of Tannerville. Rural America didn’t hold any favor with Larry, but with this weather he would be willing to stop for a meal - spend the night even if the rain picked up. It was a gravel lot with mud and puddles everywhere, but he managed to get inside without getting his Nikes soaked. New York to L.A. had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but getting stranded in Indiana was not what he had in mind. ...

Author's Note: This is the 2nd story in the series involving my hapless heroine Suzzanne (the 1st is published here). After the 1st i was advised by other writers to actually write a story with theme so this one is a bit longer and hopefully has a beginning, middle and an end CHAPTER 1 Suzzanne stepped off the loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at 42,000 feet. This was only the second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000 feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission. ...

Part 1 It was late evening and I was relaxing having a few drinks with work colleagues by the river after a busy day at work, the heat wave we were having put temperatures in the 100’s and the servers and computers we maintain were over heating, but it was not the only thing this evening that will overheat. There were about 10 females in the group wearing nothing but white blouses which in the heat were all most see through and un buttoned quite a way down showing off their breasts in all their splendour, short back skirt, stockings and high heels, just looking at them sent sexual thoughts of three in a bed (or more), bondage sessions and sex which made more than just the temperature rise. ...

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. ...

Amber was on her last night in the city. Having attended a weekend conference and soon will be flying the following Sunday morning. Bored with the hotel bar and the other attendees to the conference she quietly inquired at the concierge desk for a local place she could walk to as she had no car and was not interested in a cab. Being told of a place about a block down an alley sounded perfect. Amber thanked the nice gentleman and departing, not seeing the signal given across the room to a patron at the bar who Amber had met and seen the past couple of nights. ...