Stories

Author's Note: Just another day in the life of an extreme fantasy mistress Mike stared helplessly at Michelle. He was naked, strapped to a fiendish pole device and she was a Goddess in black leather. She stood before him, whip in hand. “Do I excite you?” she asked quietly. He stood mute, his fear making him unable to answer. “I think your massive erection answers that for me even if you don’t.” Her whip traced a line down his heaving chest and then began to just flick back and forth as it caressed the head of his straining cock. “You said you wanted to experience the ultimate in pleasure mixed with pain. That you will do. I wonder if you will find it worth the cost?” ...

Contentedly soaring along looking at my world below me, I see the far flung horizons of a crisp clear day beautifully highlighting the woods and fields that frame and border my old city like a newly bought green welcome mat surrounding a banged up pair of worn out shoes. The staticky voice in the headphones meant that I had received permission to make my approach to the runway. Awesome… This was it… I nosed over the stick and the Piper Tomahawk gently banked left to set up nicely for my bumpy but essentially clean landing. ...

Chapter 1 The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing. It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised. ...

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for. _Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!* Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous. ...

Author's Note: Milly is awoken from a drunken stupor on the morning of her 19th birthday to be told by her guardians that she is no longer welcome in their house; they can no longer stomach her ignorant and abusive behaviour. They have done their best for her but no more, she must go; immediately. Milly promises change, radical change; and enters into a contract of behaviour for one final chance to remain in the family home. Forced into chastity, kept naked and restrained; punished; will she regret this decision? ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com. Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story! I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams. ...

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation. As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye. ...

Author's Note: Part 1 of a few. Part 1 You knew from the moment the letter arrived that you were going to attend. You got in the taxi because… why? Can you put your finger on the reason? Need? Want? Lust? Adventure? Boredom? Who cares! The letter dropped onto the mat at five past ten last Tuesday, and the inevitable consequence was that you would be stepping out of a taxi today, outside a well kept georgian house on a bright leafy street, fighting with your emotions. Ring the bell? Walk away? It’s not too late, you can still leave. But you know you won’t; can’t. Partly because this is something you need to do, something in you is driving you to be here, and you know if you leave now you’ll regret it forever. But also because, as the letter instructed, you have left your house without keys, wallet, or coat. You would have to walk home and break into your own house. ...

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress… ‘You’re late, Elaine!’ ‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’ ‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’ ‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short. ‘Take off that blouse!’ ...