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Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here. Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here. ...

Part 1 It was one of those rainy days when she just didn’t want to leave the house. Ella heard the rain before she opened her eyes, and then her roommate Sam knocked on her bedroom door. “Hey, I’m heading out to Newbury Street. I’ll be back later tonight!” Ella relaxed and wanted to drift back to sleep, but grasping she was now awake; got up, brushed her teeth and went to grab some breakfast. ...

Author's Note: This is my first ever porn/bondage story/whatever, so please be kind (and I know it’s weird. Really. This is actually a toned down version of the weirdest and most vivid dream I’ve ever had). Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it (do you do that on this site? I don’t know). Anyway… enjoy! Part 1 I wasn’t too sure about staying with my uncle, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Mum and Dad hadn’t made a will, so I automatically went to the closest family member - it didn’t matter much to social services we’d met only twice, they just wanted me off their hands. ...

Author's Note: Warning: creepo characters and darker themes, including heavy misandry and misogyny. Also futa. Proceed with caution. Rat —- The chill crept through my jacket as I lumbered down the foggy street. The street lights shone bright and their reflections peered back at me on the dewy asphalt. Fall in New England, beautiful in the day and haunting at night. My footsteps fell on the sidewalk, clap clap clap clap, echoing around the silent and empty street. ...

I have a common problem. No one to tie me up. Naturally, I do it myself, when the opportunity presents itself, namely, having some time completely alone. Since no one knows about my “hobby”, I have to be very careful. I really don’t want anyone finding out about this because of my postion in the community, social situation, etc. Anyway, I’ve been doing this for many years evading discovery and being very careful not to get myself into situations that I can’t get out of. ...

Amanda and I have been seeing each other pretty steadily for at least eighteen months. We have never formally moved in together, but we have spent a lot of time at each others’ places - usually mine, since I have a house that has a lot more space and privacy than Amanda’s tiny apartment. At first the relationship was really good. Physically, she’s a knockout - petite, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a trim body with breasts just big enough to make an inviting handful but not big enough to have any droop. We have tastes - in music, in films, in outdoor activities – that overlap enough to make our lives compatible without being so much the same that it would be boring. She seemed to enjoy my company, my conversation, our shared activities, and most of all, our sex life. She loved fucking me, and could come three or four times in a row seemingly without effort. She could always nudge me into some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. ...

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast. ...

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit. ...

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is a true account. It is 100% factual. In my previous tale “Real life restraint” I recounted the true story of my first bondage experience and of the lady who allowed me to tie her. (Search my name to find it). In the closing paragraph I mentioned another girl from later in my life who I shared my first anal sex experience with. I have had requests to explain who she was. So this is the story of Rachael and of my journey into anal sex. This will be a difficult story for me to tell as I have to admit a few things I am ashamed of. ...

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is true. This is the third part in my Real Life Restraint series where I recount some of my own experiences. Search my name to read the others. This one is about my first affair. The ladies name and some details have been changed in case someone who knows her reads it. But it is a true account in every way that matters. ...