Author's Note: If this story is well received, I’m planning on several more continuing on from where this one leaves off. Chapter 1 Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t like boys - I did - It’s just that they didn’t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn’t shunned or anything - but I also didn’t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn’t much interested in sex with them, so I’d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more… accommodating. ...

Part 1 Anna groaned as the buzz from the alarm clock woke her. Stupid broken clock, waking her up when it was still dark out. She had half a mind to reach over and smash the thing to bits against the wall, but she was too tired. Jim would turn it off for her. So she waited, and waited, and waited some more. The alarm continued to buzz, and try as she might Anna couldn’t block out the noise. Apparently Jim wasn’t going to turn off the alarm for her. She would have to turn it off herself. ...

Author's Note: As previously stated please feel free to contact me as would love to talk to someone about thier experiences or to exchange ideas etc. Hope you enjoy. And to the person that emailed me, if you read this i did email you back and sorry for the delay. Neil got in the car and slammed the door shut, it had been a long night and he just wanted to get home. He checked his phone and noticed a message from Cath “happy birthday babe I will be calling later and have a great present for you”. Neil and Cath where not technically in a relationship, they had met through a mutual friend at a party and bonded over a drunken chat regarding their kinks. It turned out they had very similar tastes sexually. As the alcohol had flowed they ended up back at Neil’s place and drunkenly told each other all their dark desires. That night had ended in a drunken fumble and eventually sex. As the two kept seeing each other, they became bolder, introducing more and more bondage and pushing each others limits. Neil was genuinely 100 % comfortable with Cath and was even starting to dress in her clothes and allow her to dominate him, something they both loved doing. ...

Chapter 1 “I really do look ridiculous you know,” Isabella said, tugging on her really short skirt without much success in covering up her shapely legs, “I guess I should be grateful your birthday only comes once a year,” she continued with a wry smile. “Hello nurse!” I said laughing, looking at Isabella up and down with a surge of desire. My girlfriend had gone all out this time I realized with affection. At only 110 pounds and 5 foot five, she was surprisingly curvy and the tight nursing outfit showed it very well. She was actually a doctor in real life but this one-piece white nursing suit with the short skirt and long slits up her thighs for ease of movement, the tapered waist, and her B, almost C cup breasts pushing against the tight material (not to mention the cleavage from a narrow V line) left me a little breathless. ...

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and for a special treat I decided to give him a unique present - ME! I began by going shopping for the most drop dead, jaw dropping lingerie that money could buy, or at least within my budget. After trying on a variety of outfits I chose a skimpy black torsolette that hung from my breasts and hugged my curves down to my hips, suspenders held up very sheer stockings and my sex was just covered by the thin cloth of the G-string. His eye’s would pop out of his head when he saw me in these and my planned evening was just beginning. ...

Author's Note: Yet another chapter added to this dark story. As before I must emphasize that this is purely a work of fiction. It would not be nice to do this to another person in reality. So don’t do it. I Hannah Gehringer was the first person in my life - and, until today, possibly the *only* person in my life - whom I hated so much that I wanted her dead. After what she had done to Thomas, after it sank in that she had destroyed his life, I saw her face in every dream I had. I became obsessed. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her, from staring at her on college campus whenever she passed me, from parking my old, shabby VW Polo in front of her student’s home at nights. I would sit in the shadows, watch her window and try to collect enough courage to climb out of my car and knock at her door and, when she eventually opened, beat her up. ...

Author's Note: : This story is merely an attempt to put down a fantasy of mine onto paper. Please feel free to share any comments/suggestions you may have regarding this story or future work. Oh, and most importantly: enjoy! ;D It was dark, too dark… I sat there in the darkness unable to move. My bindings felt tight and unforgiving, even though I could not see them. I was lying completely naked on a leather-covered contraption with my legs raised in the air and widely spread. I felt the subtle air movement caressing my exposed and accessible asshole. I was obviously strapped down tightly as I could not move a muscle no matter how much I tried. As I concentrated on my breathing I also realized my mouth was spread wide open using what I guessed was a dental gag. It felt like my jaw would dislocate if my mouth were opened any wider. ...

Author's Note: This is part one of the story. Part 2 is currently being written. Enjoy. Part 1 I was sat at in my office at my work desk, idly wasting time going through the vast amount of pointless corporate emails that are sent on a daily basis. About 90% of these have me automatically clicking on the ‘delete’ button. I figure if it’s that important then the sender will ensure that I receive the message. With one eye on the emails and the other at the clock counting down the minutes until I can close down the computer and go home. ...

I made an appointment with Mistress for Wednesday it was now Monday and I was instructed to pick up a few things I was told to go to the local adult store I was to pick up a large butt plug and a ball gag, then pick up red or black matching panties and bra along with matching stockings covered with matching slip and top. I was to be checked in the hotel by Friday at 4 P.M. dressed with the ball gag on and I was to be tied to the bed. I was to have my legs out as far as possible and with my hands out tied as well. I first laid out my toys I was to have the door cracked open I then put on the ball gag and laid out on the bed pulling my legs out as far as I could I tied them. ...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story! As with all of my stories, this is based on a real life experience. It is told as it happened, with some minor edits. For those who are wondering, my name is pronounced just like “Eileen”. Part 1 Two weeks ago I got a call from Kari. She told me that she’d be coming to visit me that weekend. Naturally, I was thrilled! I don’t get to see her nearly enough. Anyway, she told me that she couldn’t get a flight Friday evening so she’d be arriving very early on Saturday morning. It meant I wouldn’t be able to make plans for Friday night but I knew it would be worth it. I don’t get to see Kari very often! ...