Bianchetti had always been her first port of call during window shopping, and on today’s spree the exclusive boutique near the city’s financial quarter was confirming its status once again. Behind the glass façade, amidst LBD’s, designer clutches and outré court shoes Lorena discovered the short-sleeved top on one of the highly stylised mannequins. At first glance the item didn’t awake her interest. But then her eyes wandered back, and it intrigued her due to its unusual material. It was made of latex. ...

Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach! It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain. ...

Author's Note: This story is based upon an actual event but I have The alarm went off at 6:30am as it does every work day morning and as I do every time it goes off, I reached over and hit the snooze button. There is not way I can go to work today I thought as I lay there waiting for the annoying buzzer to announce the end of the snooze time. This was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever and to go to the office and see all the other girls getting flowers and discussing romantic plans for the evening would be too much. I’m just going to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself. So I shut the alarm off and called the office, leaving a voice mail message for my boss telling her that I was sick…….again. That bitch would be the worst of them all, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive jewelry and telling everyone how her rich ass husband was taking her out to eat at this fancy place where a meal cost more than my week’s salary. ...

1. I wasn’t satisfied yet but he had already finished. I cleaned up the sticky substance with a napkin while he left. I stayed inside Paige’s car for a while thinking about what had just happened. We were supposed to take a couple of drinks and dance. A girls night. But when we arrived to the pub and I saw all those guys, I couldn’t control myself. Less than an hour later I was already in Paige’s car with a stranger. ...

Part 1 The door creaked open and an innocent-looking girl entered the room, flinching as the heavy metal door slammed back into place. She looked around the room uncertainly, perhaps wondering if she was in the right place. “Hello,” I greeted her, smiling serenely. Her eyes darted to me and a shy smile broke out across her features. “Uhh.. H-Hi, sir. Are you The Bondsman?” “That I am, girl. And you would be…?” ...

“Freeze.” The tone of his voice was cold and Natalie felt the fear crawling up her spine. One moment, she had shown the man her assortment of drugs, she sold on the streets. Now she was looking at the taser gun in his right hand. When his left hand reached for one of his pants pockets she expected a badge. Maybe he was an officer from the drug department. But instead he showed her a pair of handcuffs and said: “Cuff your hands on your back.” ...

Author's Note: This concept story is in the form of a news article about a FemDom city state. It is an attempt to build a vaguely plausible fictional reality in which other stories could be written. This mostly sets the scene for stories to follow. Following months of requests I was the first international journalist to be granted access to secretive city state of Femina. Femina was one of the many small states to appear following the collapse of the former Russian Federation. It’s apparent stability and prosperity meant it outlived most of the others that appeared in the vacuum of power. However it’s secrecy has led to wild stories and speculation backed up by precious little evidence. ...

Author's Note: This is a true recount of events from last weekend. I’ve always been a kinky sort, so the chance to combine being kinky with being out in a normal public area was a real draw for me. I was going to a one-day festival in a UK seaside town. These things are notorious for drunken behaviour, but more so for the lack of decent toilet facilities. I decided I’d try and find a way around that this year! ...

Author's Note: I posted this a while back on another site. Just shaped it up a bit and figured I’d post it here for your enjoyment! Hank watched as the college co-eds filed into the room. He concentrated to keep from staring too hard as set after set of youthful breasts, firm buttocks, and nice long legs went passed him. He had to keep them comfortable, for just a little longer, and then they would all be his. ...

Author's Note: Second story Fiction PART 1 My wife (Alysha) and I have been into bondage for several years. Things changed when she caught me in her closet. Now I have my own wardrobe. Everything from lingerie to business suits. I stay at home so she can have me do what ever she wants. I am her sex slave. I received a text telling me to shower shave and apply my makeup. I am to put on my yoga pants and sports bra. insert my fake breast, and put on my blond wig. I am to text her a pic when complete, so I can receive the next orders. I was told to insert my ball gag, tie my feet and knees together, and handcuff my hands behind my back. I am to wait by he front door. Alysha is on the way now. ...