Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!) “Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!” A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening. ...
Here is a true story about a bondage session i had with a former Mistress where i was tied up for over 18 hours straight. This was not something i had planed or even known about that was going to happen, but i was tied, gagged and blind folded for over 18 hours and that’s not all that happened while i was tied up. Let me start by telling how this all went down, i am a c/d (CROSS DRESSER) and i love to dress really sexy and then get tied into tight and strict bondage. i used to serve Mistress Becky for over 10 years, sometimes we would meet at her place or mine and on rare occasions we would meet at a motel just for something different. This happened to be one of the times we met at a motel. Mistress Becky called me and told me she wanted me to meet her at a motel for a few hours of bondage fun, she ordered me to dress in something really sexy and slutty and to make sure i wear at least my 5 inch heels. So i agreed and then got dressed in my sexiest long sleeved mini dress with sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch ankle strap pumps. (i liked the ankle straps because they don’t fall off when i am tied up) i did my makeup and hair and was on my way. ...
Part 1 Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Sole owner of the newly franchised team, the Memphis Maulers, things looked bleak when they should have held great promise. His staff of attorneys had finished sifting through the league contract and discovered something very disconcerting. If the team did not show a profit by the end of their very first season, the franchise would be placed in a lottery for other markets to bid upon. Of course, this revelation was made after Seagram had signed the agreement. ...
Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were. EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom’s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I’d be interested to hear in the comments. ...
Although she was 3000 miles away, my Mistress and I had discussed me wearing a padlock on my balls and being under her control for 24 hours. This spring it came true. One morning, I woke up to her email with instructions on how it would work… *Slave, Today you will be wearing a padlock and be under my control for 24 hours.* FedEx will be delivering a package to you this morning. In it, you will find a padlock. ...
Author's Note: As with my other stories, i must stress i did my best with the grammar etc but i am dyslexic and never finished school, so please try to look past any imperfections. As also mentioned please feel free to email me if any one would like to strike up a conversation as i love to discuss new ideas and other peoples interests etc. Thanks Paul Sat there staring at the screen, watching his mouse hover over the upload button. He hesitated for a moment and then made himself click. He watched as the 3 images where uploaded and sent. ...
Here I am squatted down in somewhat of a upright fetal position in the shadows of a dirty closet on the first floor of a filthy abandoned building on Lake Street about six blocks West of downtown Chicago on a balmy Friday night in July. My name is Alicia. My black leather elbow length gloved hands are locked behind my back at the wrists with a medium sized brass “master Lock” attached to a leather lead strap that is connected to a posture collar that is locked about my neck. The posture collar is firmly holding on my head a black leather lace up hood with openings for my eyes, two small holes for my nose and a small hole where the mouth would be. Under that hood is a large red ball gag tightly buckled between my red painted lips that all but covers the mouth hole in the mask. My ankles of my black size 8 knee high lace up leather boots with a 5 inch heal are locked together with another larger brass “Master Lock” that allows for 2-3 inches of gap between the ankles. My Black pleated latex skirt has risen up to expose my sheer thigh high stockings and lace garter belts. I’m not wearing any panties. They had been replaced by a length of chrome chain that is wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled roughly between my legs and is locked just below the small of my back with another small brass “master lock.” The chain has become my steel g-string digging deeply into the soft flesh between my legs. The chain is not without purpose. Its application was to hold the large black butt plug and the 6-inch extra thick black latex dildo tightly in place. I did not use any vibrators on this trip I had been a “bad girl” and I needed punished. ...
This is a story from when I was in college, but still living at home. The school was nearby, and commuting was cheaper than living on-campus. Usually, as a result, I have little time with the house to myself. This particular day, one of my classes was cancelled, and so I came home early to get work done. I was pleasantly surprised to find the house empty. Not knowing for how long, the risk of discovery gave me a bit of a tingle, and I decided to have a little fun… ...
Introduction Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways. ...
Chapter 1 It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her. Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect. ...