My name is Katie and I am a freshman at an all-girls collage. My roommate and I both experimented with each other in our first semester and are now a couple. This particular collage has a very good reputation and has several companies that hire exclusively from its graduates. The college got bought by some rich business man and he had made some radical changes over winter break. First off tuition was now free. He was concerned with the amount of sex going on. Std’s were a problem as well as pregnancy and girls just being distracted. Any of these could lead a promising girl off her career track. He also thought that since uniforms help students do better in high school, they should be worn in college to. He wanted everyone to be judged on who they are and not just there looks. We were told we would be expelled if we did not comply with the new uniforms. We were told we would be provided all the clothing we needed. Since it was such a great school, it was worth any odd uniform request. We had to fill out an extensive contract over break. It mentioned punishments for misbehaving and restrains may be used as necessary to enforce good behavior. I never got in much trouble so I wasn’t worried. ...

Author's Note: I will give credit where credit is due. I was given this idea from a woman who loved latex and breathplay and she was very specific about this what if scenario. I felt it was a great idea and took the time to write out the story with just a few of my own ideas thrown in. After reading it she loved it and I always felt it was one of my better stories. There is a second part to it but I will post just the first part and see what kind of response I get and if it is liked by many I will then take the time to post the second chapter. Please enjoy… ...

Author's Note: Much of this story happened. I’ll leave it to the reader to determine how much. Further updates may come depending on events and on interest here. Chapter 1: Kinky to Vanilla Throughout my years as a single guy I had fantasized about a variety of bondage scenarios. I had dreamed of finding a partner who shared my love of kink. After a few failed relationships that bordered only slightly on kinky, I found the love of my love. She was smart, funny, kind, and the person that I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. She was also, without a doubt, vanilla when it came to sex. That wasn’t to say the sex wasn’t good. Far from it; we had an excellent sex life but we didn’t engage in anything I considered kinky. ...

Author's Note: This is a silly little fictional story I wrote back in 2003. Suspension of disbelief will help. Hope you enjoy it. I have been kinky for most my life, experimenting with self bondage at first, then chastity, then cross dressing in a limited fashion. It has really turned me on to be helpless, frustrated, and dressed in soft feminine clothing. There was only one thing lacking, and that was a big thing: someone else to play with. ...

Author's Note: Going to a professional Dominatrix the first time can be stressful! In this case, the result is no where near the expectations of the client. Expect the unexpected as our ‘hero’ goes down in flames and joins a scene that is way beyond his limits… A tale of fear and unwilling servitude… Graham could feel his heart in his mouth. As he walked the street in Hamburg people passed him on their everyday business. Bags in hand, chatting, only concerned with their own thoughts while every step that he took, took him closer to a fate that he had decided for himself. Volunteered for, signed up for, an experience that he wanted so desperately, but had never dared to test… ...

This day, like many others, she sits at her desk contemplating the one man who has given her life more meaning and direction than any other man she has ever known, her Master. How swiftly she let herself be captured by him and his words, how easily he took control, and seeming to know every thought and need she has ever had in her life, he voiced what she could not. She thinks back to a time when she was not the woman she is today, when she was scared of herself and her desires yet longed to be someone else, someone who was capable of capturing the attention of everyone she came in contact with, yet belonged to only one. ...

To the two hundred guests, our friends and family, the wedding looked like any other. Well, perhaps a little nicer than most. I came from money, and the venue was our family home in Vermont on the five thousand acres of forested hills. The June weather had cooperated and the backyard was beautifully done. The bridesmaids were in emerald, full-length dresses, the groomsmen in morning coats. The backyard’s old gazebo had been rebuilt and repainted. It was quite lovely. ...

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted. After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills. ...

Author's Note: I apologize for borrowing the title from a Jennifer-Lopez-Movie. The writing style is different from most stories in this archive. Or maybe not. The Wedding Planner will be continued. First Sequence 138d (Prologue) Lights, camera, ACTION … No, this is not a movie. But suddenly, there’s light, brightening the room. Shanaa squints. It takes half a minute for her eyes to adjust. For the last few hours she has been sitting in constant darkness. But that’s not new for her. The last month taught her to be patient. ...

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-) I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend. ...