Stories

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :) Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more. ...

Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback. The First Day For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity. ...

Author's Note: This is my third story on long term bondage and slavery. As English is not my first language so please excuse me for grammatical mistakes. The names of the counties /races used in the story are just for the sake of making the story feel real and not to hurt anyone’s sentiments. P. S : Not all my stories get a happy ending…… “Happy Birthday to you once again” Sana told with a smile. “Thank you for coming to the party” Rohit told in a dizzy voice. ...

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene. Chapter 1. A walk in the woods ...

Part One Sandy and I had dated for five years. She loved to play bondage games. When we first met, I did not think she was into such things. She was from a small town down south. She always attended church with her family and was real shy. After we met, we started dating and we decided to move in together. That’s when I found out about her wild side. ...

Author's Note: A little Christmas cheer for the festive season. It is Christmas morning, 3.02am to be exact and one minute since I last looked at my phone. I’m crashed on Katie’s sofa after yet another row with Vic. Half a bottle of vodka and a joint has got me this far but after eating the last packet of crisps in the house and smoking my last cigarette the rest of the night is stretching ahead of me like a very long tunnel. ...

Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities. ...

“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly. “Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward. Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness. ...

Author's Note: Most of the dialogues are actually thoughts of the characters, and are in single quotes ‘. Actually spoken lines are in double quotes “. The story should get new chapters soon. This is one of my first stories, don’t hesitate to comment and point out the negative points, it’ll help me improve. Please do not modify this story and do not publish it somewhere else without my consent. If you liked it and want to share it, just give a link to this page, it will be the only one I’ll update. Thank You. ...