Jenny had been miserable for a long time, she had no self esteem and an eating disorder. The problems had resulted in her become quite the slut on campus. Aside from that she cut herself, her friend Ben tried to convince her to stop and did everything he could to make her see some value in herself. As she walked out of her class she headed for the parking lot. ...
Author's Note: I sincerly hope everyone enjoys my work. Please leave comments and anything you might like to see in the future. Danny checked his cell phone in the elevator even though he knew he would get no service. It wasn’t that he was expecting a call or a text, it was a nervous thing. As the door’s open, Danny stepped out and saw the sign that he was dreading… ...
Author's Note: Be warned, this is again a pretty dark story about non-consent, slavery, extreme bondage and dehumanization. As always, please be aware: This is purely a work of fiction, I write this for fun and I do not do stuff like this in real, nor would I advise you to do this. Be nice to each other. Comments, either on this website or, if you have interest in a discussion also per email, are strongly encouraged! I am interested in your feedback. ...
Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies. The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine. ...
Author's Note: FORWARD: this story is collaboration, originally written as an online role play between my step daughter Tia and a lovely guy known as OBERON on the game Nabber’s Empire after reading there exchanges where Tia was using one of my Avatar bots was so impressed at her story writing and his role play that I asked if I could adapt and expand it to make it more story like. ...
Author’s Notes: Although the next few chapters are drafted, this story is unfinished. If you like it so far, please email me with how you would like to see it develop. Chapter 1: A Midnight Bondage Walk Prior to my recent walk through a town in bondage, my thumbcuff walk (see “My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk”), I looked online for ideas for public bondage. I found several stories where people had walked nude and in bondage, usually in remote wooded areas or at night. Nude walking did not appeal to me at that time; I was not, and am not, an exhibitionist. ...
She felt it. I felt it. And I knew she felt it. My eyes shot open, greeted by the blackness of the blindfold. “Nooooo! NOOOOO!!! Ihh cahh eee!!!,” I shouted through the ring gag. But there was no denying it. Both my Mistress and I had felt it, plain as day. I thrashed against my bonds keeping me spread-eagle and face up on the bed, but it was too late. She had taken her mouth from off of my balls, my erection quivering in the darkness I could now feel crushing me. ...
Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling. Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets? ...
How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill. My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another. ...
The lift came to a halt and its doors slid open. The Executive floor. Nervously he padded down the richly carpeted corridor towards his destination - the only lit doorway, right at its end. The floors other occupants were no doubt already enjoying their Friday evening. But no beer filled pleasures for him, oh no. He knocked on the door marked CEO and received a peremptory “Come in”. The corner office was well appointed but he knew where he should head for, not to either of the plush chairs, or to the small meeting table, but straight in front of the desk. He stood there and waited. She pretended to study the file in front of her, waiting to see if he became impatient and dare to say something. But silence filled the room. A hiss of nylon carried to him as she sat back and crossed her legs. “You know why I’ve called you here Higson?” He went to open his mouth but she carried straight on “Of course you do. Anyone with terrible sales figures like yours would realise why they were here……………………. the question is what are we going to do about it? He swallowed. He knew only too well what was going to happen now. She stood up and came around the desk. “Let’s go into the inner office and discuss your performance further in there”. Crossing the room, she unlocked a panelled door and beaconed him with a finger. “God” he thought, “straight to it then”. ...