Something had to be done about Dominique Steele, and Harry Nickles had to do it. As the CEO of MarketTech, Harry was responsible for controlling his vice president of sales. True, Dominique’s take-no-prisoners approach had not only kept Harry’s mid-sized software company alive, it had given MarketTech a respectable market share in an industry where the big dogs ruled and the little pups knocked each other out fighting over the table scraps. ...

Sandra sank further into the bath, the warm water lapping over her shapely frame. The marble lined tub filled to the brim with scalding water was the magnum opus of luxury. Dim lights accentuated by the flicker of candles and a faint scent of lavender completing the relaxing mood. The lavish expanse of the room, not a wall for meters in any direction from the opulent tub, contrasted heavily with her memory of the recent past. If only she could stay here forever, in this moment. But this was not her reward; this was her test. ...

Author's Note: Was it a surreal dream or bizarre reality? You decide. I found a fairly convenient parking space early Friday evening, just a couple of blocks from the Benedum theatre where I was to meet friends in about an hour for a performance of “Wicked.” I thought I’d stop into a small sidestreet bar for a couple of quick ones before showtime. It was a particularly dark and sleazy place. Almost a retro throwback to a 50’s dive bar out of a film noir, only without the blue haze of cigarette smoke.It was though I walked through some twilight zone time portal, even the hefty female bartender was a retro garbed artifact from 70 years back. I ordered a hardboiled 50’s rye straight, with a short draft. No miniature folding parasols in this joint.She gave me disturbingly sinister smile when she sat down my drink and ignored my my attempts at small talk.The rye was firey and raw going down and I ordered another and thats when I started feeling peculiar.I downed the second drink quickly hoping it would knock away my sudden discomfort but thats all I remembered till I awoke briefly in the heavy Mercedes.We seemed to be on 5th Avenue heading toward Oakland. The interior of the black Mercedes was a gaudy red leather. The heavyset men on both sides of me wore black suits and dark glasses. I passed out again. Next I woke up and was strapped to a gurney and being wheeled down what looked like a long corridor in a hospital. Had I been injured? I felt heavy and weak. Two white coated orderlies pushed the gurney into an elevator and we seemed to be descending down an endless number of levels. I passed out again. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago as an “alternate” story to a novel I was working on. I’ve changed the context to two flatmates and read through it again. I’d be keen to know what you think, it’s much more sensual than many of my submissions here which are more about the bondage. Alex sat at her computer, she was supposed to be working but she was bored. Her assignment for didn’t have to be in for another week, Facebook had nothing vaguely interesting on it and even Twitter seemed dull recently. Deciding she needed a distraction she set off to find her flatmate. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story here, I doubt I’m a good writer but I always wanted to write a story and see how it goes.Please show some empathy for the grammatical errors as my mother tongue is Greek and not english. If you like it, I’ll keep writing more. Chapter 1 (added: 2014/03/19) I was out for a walk with my friend, Danae. Danae is 5 years older than me (She’s 23, I’m 18) , we sat in a bench in the park and talked. ...

‘This is a nightmare’ Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family’s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits. ...

Chapter 1 She watched as Rebecca struggled in her unrelenting bonds. It was wonderful to watch and yet she too wanted to feel the tight encircling grasp of the restraints… It was one of those days that happen from time to time around where I live when things all seem just a bit different. I should, of course, introduce myself. My name is Paige, and I am a 24 year old blonde. At 5"8 I have a killer body and I know it! I also have something else that only I know… a penchant for Bondage. I especially like to be tied up, and to feel that sense of utter hopelessness. Back to the day, and I’ve got the week off work, which is great for me. Not so much for everyone else who still has to go to their jobs. so if I had the day off, and nothng better to do, what do you think I decided to do? ...

CHAPTER 1 - Obsession Silvia moaned in delight as the first pleasure waves of a nearing orgasm hit her. Her eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of her, watching adult superstar Brock Peters have his way with two stunning blondes. Silvia was so envious of those girls. They got the privilege to play with Brock’s real 9-inch cock, whereas she only had a life size replica at her disposal. ...

Part One It was a new semester, and I was trying my hardest to figure out what classes to take. I was starting my junior year at the local community college, and I still needed an elective class that counted as 1 credit to help me graduate on time. I was scrolling through the online course catalog when I came upon a class that sounded rather interesting. “Sexual tendencies of the x generation couple”. Sounded interesting, and it was convenient, being a night class it would fit great around work. The class met once a week on Tuesdays, and lasted the duration of the semester. I enrolled, and completed the rest of the required documentation. The new semester started next week, I could hardly wait to see what this class would turn into. ...

I found Mistress on line and new to the area she has not yet set up a dungeon or a play space which made me wonder or not about her ability to be a Mistress. But she looked great which I know has nothing to do with anything at all but I first e:mailed her of any toys and what she might be able to bring to a hotel room. ...