Stories

"…any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity." ...

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand. Part 1 “I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…” ...

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one. Chapter One Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs. She recognized the people on the screen. James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her. ...

Tammy Lynette Dufrane sat frozen at her desk. She blankly stared at the 9-inch view screen on the portable DVD player in front of her. It had mysteriously appeared on her desk while she and her secretary had been called to the conference room for the daily morning powwow. No explanation of who it was from, just a card with the words ‘FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’ slid under the white bow and ribbon that decorated the heart shaped bright red box it came in. Two layers of her favorite caramel filled chocolates surrounded the player and filled the rest of the 2-inch deep box. ...

Author's Note: Fiona’s first week in a new job ends with her getting a rather bizarre insight into the brand of hosiery created and marketed by her employer. Part 1 Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this for myself in less than an hour while waiting for my Daddy to finish up at a graduation party. I know age play isn’t really big on this site but I’m tired of searching for DD/lg stories and finding terribly written stuff. I hope you guys at least give it a chance. Chapter One “No, Daddy, please?” I wailed, squirming under His touch. I had been a bad girl and threw a small temper tantrum at the mall. ...

Author's Note: Here is a two part story I wrote sometime back over on Fetlife, I decided that I would put both together to really make one complete story. I have included my original titles and just renamed the story so it has a bit of a flow to it. I have read it over many times myself and think I have found all my thrus and through so if I missed one sorry for that. It seems it’s my one crutch when composing a story. So I hope you enjoy Tara’s story… ...

Preface Tasha wrote, taking a chance. Not enough. The words were too easy for her to say. I didn’t know anything about her. But then she asked, offered, shared…it became more real; we seemed to be getting passed the bullshit. I thought I knew where she was coming from. She would tell me anything, anything, except who she really was. Fine by me, I didn’t want to know anyway. Just having a little fun. I already have a life, you know. ...

PROLOGUE As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal. ...

Prologue “Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!” Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation. ...