Author's Note: This is an updated version of the story “Beauty and the Boots” that incorporates the addition to the story made in the comments to the original version of the story published by Utopia Stories along with a few other minor changes to the wording of the original version. This is meant to be a replacement of the original version of the story with a better version, and is not a new story. ...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt to tell my story. There is more to come if anyone is interested. Chapter 1 INITIATION It was a long walk home after a night out. It wasn’t late, just after eleven o’clock. It was a still night, perfect for walking. It is a lonely stretch so I was on my own, just the occasional car passing. I always feel safe, I have done this walk so many times. My mind was wandering as it always does, I feel free when I walk, free to allow my mind to drift. ...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by the numerous B-horror movies such as Demonic Toys and the Puppetmaster series from Full Moon Pictures. There’s a supernatural element in it, so this may not be for everybody. Prologue The exotic Mister E. Inn was a stylish yet surprisingly affordable Victorian styled bed and breakfast conveniently located to all major tourist attractions, regardless of the season, whether it was harvest tours and hikes in the autumn, Christmas shopping and skiing in the winter, and waterskiing and swimming in the spring and summer. Despite numerous tabloid stories of the Mister E. Inn being haunted by mischievous spirits of the erotic sort, there was never a shortage of applicants seeking its luxurious accommodations at such a low price. However, the eclectic management had an unusual system of their own for sifting through the requests and accepting only certain guest reservations, with the lovely ladies that graced through its cozy guestrooms having an experience they never forget… ...
A few weeks ago I had a terrible experience in self-bondage, and am perhaps lucky to be alive. I was a novice at bondage, but had found some bondage stories and discovered that they excited me. Lacking a boy friend, I decided to try some serious self-bondage. I suppose I was part curious, part turned on. Actually I think I am a bit of a masochist and the thought of punishing myself also excited me. ...
Author's Note: Don’t try this at home, it probably won’t go well for you! Part 1 Lisa loved her bed. Not in a weird way, just in that it has always been there in her life. She grew up in that bed, cried in that bed, laughed in that bed. She had her first kiss there, and her first orgasm. A large and ancient thing handed down from her late grandmother when Lisa was only tiny, it was built solid, with four thick wooden legs, each with a round bedknob on top. A steadfast companion throughout her life. ...
Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story. This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day. ME You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time. ...
Author's Note: would love to hear from you guys and girls. Love discussing all things bondage etc with like minded people. so please feel free to email me anytime. As the double doors swung open , the cold night air hit him. It was only late September and it felt like a winters night. Neil glanced over the garden and saw a solitary looking bloke sat on the wall. He was debating weather to go home at this point as he was already half drunk and was a bit board being out on his own. ...
This story began a few months ago, when Steve and Janet moved into their new house after Steve got a big promotion at work and was asked to relocate. They made an interesting couple: Janet was a beautiful and submissive housewife, and Steve was the typical workaholic, always too busy to pay attention to his wife’s needs. Next door lived Clara, a 21-year-old who had taken a particular interest in Janet’s submissiveness. She was the only daughter of a very wealthy family, but her parents worked most of the day and had little time to check on their daughter. ...
Chapter 1 Natasha was out of control and her poor mother was at the end of her tether. Even though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”. Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers she was toying with. She was so worried she could not sleep. Marsha was a divorced mother whose husband had run off with another women when their daughter was twelve. Since then the girl had gradually become more and more defiant. With her mother working full time to make ends meet the girl had far too much time on her own and there seemed little Marsha could do to stem the tide of disobedience. ...
Author's Note: Readers: This is my second work of fiction although some portions of the story are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Prologue It was my wife Paula’s birthday weekend and I was in a tight spot. The shopping for my wife gift is normally done weeks in advance, looking for that special something that she will enjoy. This year life had been more challenging than most as my job causes me to be gone for hours or days at a time servicing the customers at their location on demand. It’s not unusual to have a call in the night and be gone for several days. The plus side is when not on call I normally have the extended weekend to make up for the missed time. With a second person now hired the job will eventually get back to a more normal pace and less time away from home. During all this running around over the last month I’d completely forgotten to shop for my wife birthday gift and felt awful about it. For those who don’t know me, I’m Jack, a man in the late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Like many others I’ve enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life. ...