Author's Note: This is my first story, and was highly influenced by some other stories on this site, so ideas for a next one and tips for this one would be great. Thanks! Work was out early, as it always was Friday. By 2 I was at home, brain storming what to do tonight. It has been a long time since I have done something fun, but I didn’t really feel like going out. Then I knew exacly what i was going to do! Quickly, I called my girlfriend Emma, and told her that we would get pizza at 6 tonight. Following up, I told her to let herself in if I was tied up, and snickered at this pun. I undressed, and went to the washroom. I didn’t want any accidents to happen while I was occupied! I took out a suitcase from under my bed, and opened it up. Inside were things that most people wouldn’t have the slightest clue what they were, but I knew perfectly what the toys did. It was time for the fun to begin. ...

Author's Note: This is a story I started telling someone about a fantasy of theirs. It mixes a few different scenes into one. I started writing one night and just kept working on it. It was enjoyable to write and hopefully as enjoyable to read. Part 1 Mary was a graduate student studying biology and worked in a local lab researching different species of bugs collected from around the world. She was single and despite a few online dates and random blind dates through friends, she was looking for something deeper in her life. Mary was a professional girl and at 25 she knew what she liked. She had a collection of toys including vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and gags. She just didn’t have someone to play with. She knew she needed to learn more about herself as well. She was too shy though to open up. She never has trouble getting dates and is quite attractive. Standing 5'6" with reddish brown hair, green eyes, thick lips, and cute dimples and freckles that she knew would bring a man to his knees when she smiled. She had C cup breasts that matched her grade A ass she worked so hard for at the gym. She had gained a few pounds to her athletic frame, which was due to not playing soccer as much as she did in college but was still in great shape. ...

Author's Note:*The setting of the story is based on one of my dreams and inspired by many other similarly-themed stories, while the plot weaved itself as the protagonist kept going forward. I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Una has met her fate, but I’m planning to tell other girls’ (and perhaps boys’) stories, perhaps on CHYOA, as you can’t make the protagonist wear everything in the assortment, unless the reader gets to choose. So any feedback and/or suggestions are very welcome.** ...

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go. ...

Part 1 My whole life, I’d wanted it all. A big house, a lot of money…and a slave or two to please my every desire. After years of dreaming and countless failures, life finally gave it too me. I married a man who was much older than me with two grown up children: a lovely young lady and a handsome man. They were perfect to make into slaves. And they didn’t like me very much, which took care of what moral problems I had. And I soon found myself thinking of how I could kill my husband, who annoyed and disgusted me. After a year and half, the opportunity presented itself. ...

“I can’t do it!” “You can!” She screamed. Then, in hushed but with a most threatening tone, she added, “And you bloody well will if you know what’s good for you!” One look at the expression written on her face and I knew she meant what she said. Not to comply with her request would, as far as parts of my anatomy was concerned, be folly in the extreme. On any other day I just might have been inclined to refuse and suffer the consequences because I was addicted to the pleasurable pain she could most expertly inflict but I was still suffering from last night and knew my cock, balls, nipples and backside were in no position to take any more punishment….. ...

Author's Note: This story is mainly true, probably exaggerated, and definitely amateurish. Feel free to comment on ways for me to improve, I love constructive criticism. As I sat in front of the mirror looking at my body covered in bruises all I could do was be happy that I was okay. I kept telling myself that I wanted this. I wanted all of it. He was nice a courteous on the street but behind closed doors he was controlling, dominant and aggressive, but I loved it. ...

Author's Note: please leave a comment and tell me what you think. That is my first story and I’m happy for any reflection. If you like it, I will write more (maybe you have any tips for me?) Chapter 1 How could I get in this situation? How? Before I describe my situation to you, I will start with some background information. My name is Christina. I’m 19 years old, from a German speaking country and started to study business law last semester after finishing my school. Many guys describe me as a very sexy, beautiful young girl. I have long blond hair and a “normal figure”. Ofter I hear that they mean that I’m a sportive person or so, but in fact I never trained. For that I search for a flat in the town and migrated there. It was only a small one: one bigger room that is used as sleeping room and living room at the same time, the entire room including the kitchen and a small bathroom. ...

Author's Note: Submitting Chapter 1 of damsel in distress story based on an Indian girl, and her paranoid boyfriend. Chapter 1 - Confession and Confusion It was a long weekend, and all I wanted to do was sleep peacefully in my cozy room. Finally the folks in the country were celebrating Diwali on Thursday, and thanks to them we had a 4-days holiday for the first time in many months. While others had plans to do amazing things, I was reluctant to even get out of my bed. After all, Ananya Salgaocar, never did anything that she didn’t want to do. That’s me. A little irritated and extremely tired, and definitely bored as hell. ...

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret. Chapter 1: The Break-In The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist. ...