Stories

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda. ...

Design goals: Drive the wearer insane with lust Never allow him release unless the Keyholder (or KH) allows so Force the wearer to receive uninterrupted stimulation at the discretion of the KH. Force the wearer to receive uninterrupted punishment at the discretion of the KH. Be wearable indefinitely Be able to punish the wearer severely for breakout attempts Be escape proof Design considerations: All materials can be cut and all locks can be picked. The belt is therefore able to defend itself against tampering. To achieve this, the belt is equipped with a tamper sensor system. Should one or more of the sensors detect tampering, the belt will automatically enter self defense mode. During the design phase, several options for self defense were considered: Spring loaded sharp edges that simply cut away parts that males don’t want to part with. Bleeding is a consideration for this mechanism. ...

Do I really want to do this? Or do I have another choice? Not really – if I don’t want to ruin my career – what might happen anyway. While I’m dressing myself to meet my fate in the park my thoughts are lingering back to the Friday night a week ago when the whole misery began. Well, it didn’t really begin there because my involvement in self-bondage has been going on for a long time. ...

Author's Note: This is a somewhat silly story, not to be taken too seriously. It probably maligns hypnotic therapy quite unjustly. It started with the recipe metaphor but ended up with Lola Jones. I wasn’t expecting that :) It has no direct intercourse but I think the story touches on most sexual themes. I have flagged it as Consensual and Non-Consensual. It really is one or the other but I will leave it to you to decide which it is. ...

Author's Note: Safe, sane, consensual. There is an illustrated version of this story as well…all pictures obtained via search engines. Part 1 “Arrrrrgh!!!” Meredith screamed in frustration, as she closed her front door. Gladly she kicked off her short heeled pumps into her front closet then, with a full head of steam, she stomped into the kitchen. Her husband, Todd, was there opening a cold beer when she thundered in. “A bad day?” he asked his still annoyed wife. “Hell yes, it was! That friggin’ boss of my section said that my numbers were ‘wrong’.” “He said that I ‘apparently’ wasted over 40 ‘man’ hours of the company’s time” she said. “That sunofabitch said that in front of my whole section…that I’m the supervisor of! How am I going to maintain any authority in the eyes of my employees?!?” she practically shouted, as the frustrations flowed out. She stomped over to where Todd held the opened beer, grabbed it from him unexpectedly, and up-ended the bottle, taking a healthy swallow. Todd liked that about his wife, that she could be every bit the lady, but, that she did away with the pretense of “lady-like” if she was pissed…like now. She had seemed very demure, almost bashful, in college when they met. But he had sensed something more about her, which had attracted him. ...

Authoress Notes: The following story is as much about the current state of college football as much as it is about sexy coeds in bondage. Supposed student-athletes don’t get paid anything, and aren’t allowed any special benefits, while the coaches and administrators make millions. Somehow a lot of poor student-athletes wind up with nice cars, and stuff like that, though. While this story is not part of my Riverside series, it is similar to it. I chose the State University Panthers as my powerhouse football team because I like the colors black and silver, and catsuits are sexier than Bulldog or Eagle costumes. ...

When a modern day trial is completed, one of two things happen. If the defendant has been found innocent, then he or she is free to go, walking out of the courthouse in the clothes they came in. If the defendant is found guilty however…then their ordeal in the justice system is just beginning. They are taken from the courtroom into the basement and changed into their new outfits…orange one piece jumpsuits, along with their new jewelry, so to speak. That of course, being handcuffs and leg irons. ...

Chapter 1 After the final phone call, Ann turned off her iPhone. She took a deep breath and fondled her hair. It was too hot in the condo, so the strands of hair were sticking together. For today, she had done everything. The girls would wait until they got their orders. Ann walked into the kitchen. A glass of white wine stood beside the stove. She took a sip, even though the wine had adapted to the condos temperature. ...

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like Part I: My First Time The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me. ...

Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree. ...