Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome to Kiss of the velvet whip. I wrote this story as an off-shoot of a fanfiction I am currently in the process of writing and after making a few adjustments, I’ve decided to post it here as an original work. Before you continue, I just want to warn you all that this story includes non-consensual BDSM and rape. SO, if either of those things makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. Both characters are over 18. ...

Author's Note: First story decent enough to post. Sometimes I wax introspective… I try to keep it minimal, I hope it is not too distracting. Enjoy. I used to dread coming to back to my house. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it; it was a fantastic little place on the outskirts of Boston, far enough to make the commute a pain but close enough that I could still work downtown. Obviously I’m well off enough, especially for a young professional, but money doesn’t buy proper friendship like it does a decent living space. So I liked being in the city more than out in the rural estates. It was so lonely there. ...

The high school teen paused with her hand on the door knob before entering the unique shop. She had been here a week before with several of her girl friends as they spent the day walking, talking and shopping. One of them spotted the shop tucked down the alley way and the gaggle of girls walked in. They didn’t spend more then five minutes in the shop after realizing what it sold and all had left giggling. But, the eighteen year old’s eyes had widen after a few minutes of looking around at the wares and decided that she would come back when she was alone. Turning the knob she opened the door and entered. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Carla closed a one-inch wide, rhinestone-covered collar around her neck, completing her costume. She spun the collar so that the leash ring was centered in front then inspected herself in the mirror. Maybe she was going a little overboard… but what the hell, you’re only young once! The girl in the cat costume that looked back at Carla from the mirror positively radiated sex appeal. A sleeveless black leotard, cut low down the chest and back, hugged her every curve. The shiny black spandex reflected light in such a way as to draw extra attention to the curviest parts: her boobs, hips, and butt. That butt, like her breasts, was only partially covered by the extremely high cut legs of the leotard. The rest of her butt and her long legs were covered in dark fishnet tights. Those tights didn’t reflect light the same way the spandex did, but she figured that the desired male attention would be drawn to her shapely legs anyway. ...

Author's Note: A tale set in the 1960s in the UK. For all you wool fetishists, a slow burner with considerable charm. So, here is a short tale of a man who finds himself being taken over by a woman as her little woolen dolly! OK, so this is a little strange, but then it is a taste of my writing that may amuse. I tend to write stronger material than this, usually, but this was written for a friend of mine that requested something a little unusual. ...

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story. My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there! ...

Author's Note: This is just the first chapter of the story, if people enjoy it I will post the second chapter and so on and so fourth. Thanks. Chapter 1: One small step for thought, one giant leap for pleasure. Kristen looked at her own reflection in the mirror trying to mentally convince her to go through with her plan. She had always been interested in the world of bdsm and even fantasized about it often, but her experience so far had been very limited and for the most part, unsatisfying. That is what she hoped to change when she heard about a local group in town that hosts an annual bdsm retreat at a local hotel. Kristen had read reviews about the event online and after reading some personal stories from past attendees she was more than ready to check in out this year herself. ...

The young college student looked decidedly out of place, standing at the street corner as she was, dressed only in cut off shorts, tank top, sandals, and carrying a worn backpack slung over one shoulder. She was especially out of place considering it was 1:00AM on a Monday morning! The street light bathed the intersection in an orange glow, making it somewhat difficult to see very far in either direction, but it really didn’t matter to Kylie as there was no one to see her anyway at this hour. Even in a college town, the students had to get at least some sleep before Monday morning classes began, and so Kylie felt secure in the belief that there was no one to interfere with her adventure. Kylie took a second to casually scan all directions of the intersection once more, before turning to enter the building behind her. ...

0:01:43….0:01:42….0:01:41…0:01:40, she watches as the timer sitting in front of her counts down to her demise, she’s been staring at it ominously for the past 2 hours hoping she’ll be able to stop the timer or at least slow it down from just staring at it alone, but that of course won’t happen. She tries to scream for help in hopes someone will come untie her but the ball gag shoved in her mouth stifles any chance of someone hearing her. The ropes lashing her wrists and ankles together are unforgiving and bite into her flesh with every move, the rope around her waist and around her breasts keep her held tight to the chair….but we’re getting ahead of ourselves here, lets look at how Sabrina got herself into this little predicament. ...

79997… 79998… 79999… 80000… “God Damnit!” I yelled, kicking the metal chest, hurting my foot. “I knew I should have started in the other damn direction!” Had I missed the correct digit ages ago? The mere thought of it almost made me feel sick. It has taken over two weeks working several hours a night to get this far. I had purposely gone slow to ensure no mistakes, in fact, several digits were double checked just to be sure. There was no way a missed a digit, but try telling your brain that when panic starts to set in. ...