Stories

Author's Note: One of a series of stories written for a friend. He waited in the room for what seemed like an hour or so. It was cold, and he could feel the slightest movement of the air on his naked skin. His well toned body ached all over as the ropes pulled at his limbs very tightly. His body was spread on the whipping cross which tilted to the front a little, exposing his back and ass to who ever stood in the room. He was left there alone to contemplate his transgressions, and await his due punishment. ...

Author's Note: I started this with a very vague idea of how I wanted it to go and some ideas of what I wanted to make sure to include, so if anyone has any suggestions as to what they would like to see happen, feel free to post them in the comments section before I finish the story - oh, and enjoy! Update (07/09/11): I have started to incorporate Jenny Harrison into the story - enjoy! ...

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage … Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) ! Part 1 Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school. ...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage. Chapter 1: All About Me Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me. ...

Author's Note: Before I was a published author, I wrote two novels. ‘Denise’ and ‘Diane’. ‘Diane’ is more F/f, this one a mixture of F/f and F/m in style. This long novel is the latter of the two. Actually, it sort of follows on from ‘Denise’ and shares some of the same characters, but is fully complete in itself. It is the tale of a woman whose revenge for her husband’s affair is truly terrible. Enslaving husband and lover and making them both pay for the betrayal. Expect a little savagery, expect a little sexual revenge and most of all, expect a tale set in the real world, but not the one that we inhabit, but the one that lies beneath our everyday lives. Where slaves are created to serve the sexual needs of their betters, where they are bought, sold and altered to fit the obsessions and fetishes of their owners. This is femdom taken to the limit, a devious plot where sex, money and slavery become the driving forces for women that want it all. ...

Author's Note: The story is fantasy, but the psychological aspects are true. Thinking back, I remembered Julia’s words when I finally got up the courage to let her in on my deepest hidden secret…my diaper desires and their long history. I had feared my fiancée would storm out and break off our engagement, but I knew I must tell her. Instead of being angry or ridiculing me, she got up, came over to me, drew my head to her midsection and held me close as she showed her concern and understanding. ...

Author's Note: This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :). Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I’ll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks. Part 1 Sept 14th, 2012 ...

Author's Note: I published this a few years ago on another site. I don’t recall where or if the site is still up. I hope that is OK. Chapter 1 “.. but you will spend the rest of your life as a plaything for me and my friends. Now open your mouth I need to…” CLICK “What was that?” Dickie Johnson’s head popped up off the pillow leaving his favorite fantasy behind. Had he just heard a noise? It sounded like a key in his apartment’s door’s lock. Dickie would have gotten up to investigate but he was tied down pretty good. His feet were locked in cuffs, and spread apart with a 24 inch bar. The bar itself was tied in a very tight complex knot to the base of his bed frame. It would take a lot of maneuvering to get into position to untie that knot. Once he did that he would have to get off the bed with the spreader bar still in place and find the key to the cuffs. He had mixed the lock’s key with a few dozen others and then spread keys all over the apartment. He had no idea where the right one was. ...

Chapter 1 As Laura turned off her car, she breathed a sigh of relieve, closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. A simple four hour drive down the highway had turned into an all day nightmare of bumper to bumper traffic due to one major construction delay and two different accidents. Coupled this with the past several days of being away from home at high pressured business meetings meant her nerves were now officially frazzled. ...

Part One I have always been interested in the medieval times. They were good at restraint and punishment. I had always decided that I too would like to experience the medieval punishment and restraint. I envisioned myself stripped and shackled and led away to the dark castle dungeon locked away. So I created this dungeon scene, my most elaborate self-bondage I have done yet. The house that my girlfriend Adonica and I live in was built in the early 1940’s so the basement was perfect. It needed to be just right however! I wanted this to feel real and the set had to be prepared carefully! I started by carrying in buckets of dirt that I got from the apartment housing that was going up in the lots across the way from our house. Piles of dirt from the basements were easily accessible and I carried bucked after bucket of black dirt down the basement making a very nice and thick dirt floor in the smallest room of the tiny basement. The dungeon was taking shape. Next I covered the window with cardboard so it would be dark, I cut little slots in the cardboard before placing it over the window giving the impression of closely spaced bars. The small amount of light that shown in was perfect for day and at night would be almost completely black as I checked it during the night that week prior to my time of confinement. The outside street light was at just an angle from the house that only small slivers of light shown in, just enough for me to be able to glimpse myself in my bondage imprisonment in the late evening and early morning hours. ...