My wife is kinky, at least to a certain degree, me on the other hand, I’m vanilla through and through. Just point me to the hole and I insert Tab P into Slot V, that simple. My wife and I agree on most things, except when it comes to sex. She insists on black and latex while I settle for something simple. The reason being my wife and I are inventors…entrepreneurs. She in fetish clothing, I in manufactured inventions that benefit humanity in some way. She teases me sometimes saying I’m a toy-maker, but hey…it pays the bills. ...

Author's Note: The story was translated from the dutch to the english language, so I hope, the sentences and phrases do not sound to artificially Part 1 Times had changed. The most female cat-burglars, Jana knew or had known, had left the business or retired and left the city. In this city, women had always dominated the breaking-and-entering-business. They went into the mansions of the rich and took what they wanted, while men always stayed in low numbers. Thank god, Jana thought, because men couldn’t control themselves. They broke in to many houses and steal to many things, so that the police couldn’t ignore the problem. Women knew, how the keep the attention away. Especially now, with only a few left. ...

What could be more simple than a trip to Wal-Mart? A lot it turns out. Through the darkly tinted windows I could see the exit signs flash by overhead. Every jarring, rocking motion in the road a reminder of where we were going and why. SSSWWWAAAYYYYYYY you feel going around those corners at speed. It seemed like such a simple dare at first. Maybe I should have thought things through a little more before agreeing to it. Sometimes my naivete gets the better of me, but Lindsay can be pretty convincing. Watching her had convinced me to try my first outdoors bondage after all. “Try this with me, you’ll enjoy this too!” ...

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’. I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work. ...

Author's Note: [kind of a cliche author’s note to add, but this is my first time publishing a story! I rarely write… so be easy on me…] [also if a certain individual is reading this (you know who you are) then I hope you’re not too shocked…] [updates are definitely planned] [and none of this is canon in the overall scope of this universe] Part 1 the soldiers that are holding your arms finally release you, into a small, dimly-lit room. The freedom was temporary though, as the stockier of the two soldiers catches your upper arm. you struggle in his grip, and he growls ...

Blah, blah, blah, background, get to the story, right? This is a true account of one of those rare times that things went wrong for me. I’m a planner…I plan…that’s what I do. I seek out what could go wrong before I commit to it and I nip it in the bud. This is proof, though, that when you’re helpless, anything minor, no matter how minor, can be what does you in. As far as planning goes, “good enough” is never good enough. ...

Author's Note: My first story, developed from a fantasy of my own being fleshed out involving some old school friends Chapter One - Chloe Ethan watched from his haven high above in the darkness as the helpless girl down below him came to. A leerish spread across his face as the girl’s panicked state made her struggle against her bonds, straining fruitlessly at the ropes securing her to the chair. He had watched her for weeks, he already knew her basic habits but he needed to learn her specific patterns so waited for a moment when nobody was around. Finally his opportunity came when she was leaving a party, slightly intoxicated making his job easier. Sneaking up behind her when she was well away from anyone with a syringe of M99 animal tranquiliser, he deftly slid it into her exposed neck knocking her out for a few hours; more than enough time to transport her across town to his… facility, and prepare her for the new life ahead of her. ...

Author's Note: I asked Laysan to write a short story to go in the novel I am working on. She asked me to post it for her as a standalone work. I will relate any feedback the story receives back to her and report her replies (appropriately filtered). Laysan suggests to follow this story by watching the following youtube video entitled “Safe Inside”. I am not the artist of the video. Nor do I know the artist. Laysan simply suggests that it feels the same as her mood when she wrote the story. ...

Chapter 1: The French Bondage Maid I hurried home to get supper ready for Jim. I had stayed late at work adding the finishing touches to my presentation. Jim did not like to be kept waiting, so I became quite stressed as I stood in the long line at the Japanese takeout. When I finally reached home I was relieved to find that Jim had not yet arrived, so I quickly set the table, laid out the sushi, and put the rest in the oven to keep warm. Then I changed out of my work clothes into some that I thought would please Jim. He never said what he liked me to wear, but by experimenting I had found that he wanted me to look like a whore. Since I was feeling sexy, I very much wanted to please him that night so I put on my French maid outfit, which had proven successful in the past. This consisted of a padded cleavage bra with a low scoop top, a short black skirt over crotchless panties, and high-heeled shoes. I applied bright red lipstick and mascara, and brushed my hair. I examined myself critically in the mirror and decided that this was the best I could do in the short time I had allowed myself. ...

“I think I’m ready to tell you one of my secrets,” she said, a blush creeping up her cheeks. This was it! We had been dating for over a month now and she was finally going to open up to me. I mean, I’m not one of those ‘touchy-feely’ guys who needs to have a good cry every few days to stay connected with his feelings. But up until now, Vanessa had been a virtual Ice Princess. She was great in bed – hot, aggressive, almost like a tigress. And she was a knock-out. I’d never dated anyone who could turn heads just by walking into the bar. And she dressed to kill – stilettos seemed to be her shoe of choice (which suited me fine – I was naturally taller than her but when she was wearing those 4 inchers, she was actually a tad taller than me). Tight leather skirts, silk blouses – she was the complete package. ...