Author's Note: I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I’ve never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I’ve marked it as part one as now I’ve introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit! Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I’m sure we’ll see more of the two couples! ...

Author's Note: Please enjoy and any females interested in chatting please feel free to email me Ok so this happened to me a couple of years ago and I have never really had the chance to tell this story as it is not something that is socially acceptable. Before I start I must say the following events did take place I just have changed names and the slight chronological order so it all fits in. ...

Part 1 He traveled to the hotel excited at seeing his friend. The plan was for him to check in while she was still at work. On arrival at the front desk, he gave his name. “Oh your girlfriend has already checked in at lunchtime here is you key card room 415”. “Thanks” he said and made his way to the lift. He messaged his friend to say at the hotel I see you already checked in? She instantly replied “yep had some spare time on my lunch break. Enjoy your surprise x” ...

Chapter 1 Who needs friends reunited? Sitting in a bookshop is not normally where adventures begin but Caroline Gray’s did that Saturday morning, Waterstones bookshop has big sofas and a coffee house which does amazing lattes. It is a nice place to spend a wet dreary morning. Her life was going well she had decided the night before. 39 years old and still single but not chaise, a string of boyfriends and a nice flat overlooking the river in one of York’s most expensive areas made her feel contented. ...

Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge. ...

Chapter 1 To be perfectly blunt, I’m not a nice man. In fact, some would even say I’m a sexist piece of shit. But you know what? I don’t care!!! I’ve gotten where i am today by taking what I want. Other people where merely steps on the ladder to my success and believe me I didn’t care who I had to step on to get to where I am. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers. Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer. ...

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories. ...

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around. ...

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner Part 1 I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered. ...