Stories

Author's Note: Jenny falls victim to her curiosity…and her ladder-resistant tights! Jenny knew that it was wrong to pry into the personal belongings of others, but she was intrigued. And now, with her flatmate Claire away on an overnight business trip, she felt the time was right for her to put her plan into action. She would simply enter Claire’s bedroom, have a look through the suitcase and satisfy her curiosity. She figured that, providing she left everything as she found it, Claire would be none the wiser. ...

Part 1 - In Deep She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash. Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of. ...

I love watching you sleep. Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me. That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet. ...

Author's Note: I wish my school had been more like this! It was our final year at high school, I was eighteen and looking forward to leaving our small town and going to University, as I wandered home from swim training daydreaming about life in the big city when I received the text message from my friend Jake. “Come to the Gym” was all it said “On my way home now” I replied ...

Author's Note: I’ve seen a couple of clips with various wrestling and takedown scenarios… I suppose this is what I’d present if I ran one of their websites! I stretched my arms, I knew I’d have to be well warmed up for tonight’s show. Although the matches were strictly refereed and neither girl was aiming to hurt another they were often extremely physical. Injuries were rare but pulled muscles and sprains were far more common in the girls who did half arsed warmups. An injury this profession was a major setback, after all glamour shoots were not half as erotic if the girl in question had a bruised ankle or wrist and straight porn shoots could often be downright painful! ...

(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving). ...

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments) He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened. ...

Author's Note: Not a direct follo-on from the first part - this takes place a few days later “Yes, Opal, I understand. You’ve got a bound man who loves being domminated and you can’t just leave him because it’s too good an oppertunity to miss. Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to dominate our slave without you. I’ll see you when you get back.” Ruby hung up the phone, turned to her slave and grinned. “She’ll believe anything. My God, I hope she takes ages to come back.” ...

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute! I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me. ...

Author's Note: Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’. But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was the getting out again that might just prove to be more of a problem. “So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?” Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid. ...