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Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I’ve been reading and enjoying the incredible stories on this site for some time now; I figured it was about time to give back! This is my first published story on here so I hope you enjoy. Your constructive criticism is of course very welcome. Enjoy! “Alright babe, you ready to go? We don’t want to be late!” she said in excitement to Sir. It was New Year’s Eve and they were going to a friend’s party, which promised to be unforgettable. Earlier in the evening Sir had laid out a delightfully sexy outfit for her to wear; she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her white lace thong on, followed by matching bra, heels and a brand new white sleeveless Herve Leger bandage dress - the kind that hugged her slim but perfectly curved form in all the right places - which Sir had surprised her with just the day before. ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). Lana took a deep breath and wondered what had possessed her to get into this situation. She was standing in line with many other girls, waiting to get into a shabby looking warehouse in the industrial district. ...

Author's Note: New to writing. Add me on Fetlife.com the_lil_kitten. London ontario Chapter One You come into the house. Lock the door and come up the stairs of my one bedroom apartment. You see me sitting there innocently, you walk up to me and sit with me for a few minutes well rubbing my neck. As soon as I am comfortable and I start to lean into you, you grab my hair roughly and tell me to kneel on the floor. Than you demand and tell me; ...

Nicole had been gardening all morning and was finishing lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Boswell, her nearest neighbor, whose voice she recognized from tea parties that her mother gave. Those teas were such a bore. And Mrs. Boswell could drone on so. “Nicole, dear, is your mom free?” “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mummy is in France for a month.” Nicole was almost eighteen, in her last year of Public School. She had use of one of the cars, a checking account and was a responsible girl, so her parents left her home, rather than drag her to France. It was a second honeymoon for them. ...

Part I Hey, I’m Tom. I’m a 19 year old, Tall, Slim Blonde male. The other day I went to my mates house for the night (He is a 19 year old, tall, slim brunette male). I got to his house at about 3:00pm. It was a hot day so we decided to go to the beach for a swim. We got back to his place at about 6:00pm got some tea and decided to go play the playstation, watch a movie and go to bed. ...

Author's Note: Its not fully a true story but some part of it are. Rest are my fantasy I wish to come true some day. Also since I am not a native English speaking person, please pardon language mistakes. Comment below if you like my writing. It will encourage me to write next chapter. Chapter 1 It all started with a friendship on a social networking site.. Years of search later I finally found someone who is genuine and straight about his fantasy. And also the one whom I can trust and fulfil my ultimate fantasy of dressed as complete girl. Tied helplessly for a certain or undecided period of time. Without getting disgraced or trapped or ultimate nightmare of getting abused by blackmailing. ...

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment. Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it. ...

She didn’t know who he was and she didn’t care. He was her victim for the evening and she was going to make sure that he knew it. She sighed. Where had she gone wrong with this one? She had made him want her using all the tricks that men usually fell for; and he had seemed interested. But when she had offered sex, he had turned her down. She couldn’t see why. He was single and straight; she was hot like fire. Well, now this was his punishment for it. ...

Author's Note: As stated with my other stories, very much welcome people to contact me who share similar interests and we can chat love hearing from you guys. Jen stared at her phone screen, the only light in the room, with a big sigh she clicked delete conversation. She wished she could keep them as a memento but she couldn’t risk her husband finding out if he decided to go through her phone. She had been friends with Neil for many years, but the last few years had become more and more interesting. They where both married and couldn’t deny a loyalty and love for their partners but both felt a gap in their marriage. ...

Author's Note: Second story. I like criticism. From a very young age, I had fantasized about being tied up tightly. Not even in a sexual way, really. I must have been about 13 or 14 when I searched for images of tied up women on the internet, and ways I could tie myself up, although I never actually had the courage to tie myself up. These web searches landed me on various bdsm sites, and so this desire to be tied up soon led to a desire to be humiliated, used and, to an extent, tortured. Of course I never told any of my friends or anybody that I really knew. Even if on the extremely rare occasion, my friends would joke about being tied up and that sort of thing, or see an S&M scene in a movie and say things like, “That’s you in the movie. That’s your wet dream isn’t it”, which would result in immature laughter, there was just no way I could tell anyone. It wasn’t even a trust issue, I just didn’t want to be seen that way. ...