The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father. ...

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal. ...

Lee has ordered me to write this down since it is part of my punishment. For any of you who have not read Club X then you may not know that I have had fantasies of hanging ever since I was in my teens. The idea of a noose or gallows gets me all crinkly insides. Lee and I have been married for over 10 years and he has turned out to be the perfect husband since his thing is hanging also. We have had numerous group scenes and our private ones are carried out in the house and garage where we have a number of scenarios and the beams, railings, clothes bars, etc., to carry them out. I have only one rule which Lee has set down. No auto-erotic hanging. Don’t do it by myself. Someone else, preferably he, must be present. This goes back to the stories I told him of my hanging experiments before I met him and the number of times I passed out only to be saved by a frayed rope or broken clothes bar. ...

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at [email protected] “Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.” I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me. ...

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it. The Intro Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree. ...

I’ve always been a bit of a gambler, always liked the thrill. I bet on games, play cards, whatever. Sometimes it’s for money, sometimes dares, sometimes to get others to strip. I wasn’t great, I end up losing about as much as I win, but I loved doing it. It has stripped me naked in a room full of nothing but guys and it has paid my rent for months at a time, it all depends on my luck. And lately I have been having some good luck. ...

Author's Note: This story is weird, cruel, sad, sexy, depraved… and pretty cheesy. It will ask for You to suspend Your disbelief a little more than what I wrote before. I still hope that some of You will enjoy or at least have a good chuckle. Do I have to point out that this is solely a work of fiction and that I don’t condone violence against people and/or sexual slavery in any form in the real world? I don’t do I? But to be on the safe side: If you get stranded on a strange island with a beautiful woman, please treat her nice and respectfully. ...

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me. I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.” “I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.” “Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.” ...

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Lost in Translation by SG I got to the ’end’ of his story and was really inspired by the concept to continue on with Robin’s adventures. I was able to get ahold of SG and he was gracious enough to not only grant permission to continue his story, but read several of my drafts giving suggestions to improve it/keep to the spirit of the original tale. ...

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense. Chapter 1 Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure. ...