Analplay on Utopia Stories Library

2 for 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were.

EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom’s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I’d be interested to hear in the comments.

3's a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As with my other stories, i must stress i did my best with the grammar etc but i am dyslexic and never finished school, so please try to look past any imperfections. As also mentioned please feel free to email me if any one would like to strike up a conversation as i love to discuss new ideas and other peoples interests etc. Thanks

Paul Sat there staring at the screen, watching his mouse hover over the upload button. He hesitated for a moment and then made himself click. He watched as the 3 images where uploaded and sent.

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways.

48 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her.

Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect.

48hrs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn.

Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format).

A Bedtime Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For when the day’s fun is over with…

He lifted her up from the fuck post. She had been bent over the waist high horizontal bar with her wrists and ankles locked to the ground for the better part of the day. Countless cocks had pounded her sore ass for hours. When she wasn’t being fucked she was being whipped. Angry red lines streaked her ass, her thighs, and her back.

A Dance in the Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You know the girls dancing in those cages at clubs? Sometimes on a pedestal, sometimes suspended over the raving crowd? Ever wondered how they ended up there and what makes them move all night?

Despite the allegedly soundproof glass Bianka felt the vibrations at her eardrums, in the pit of her stomach, in the tip of her pen. The bass pounded its way through every structure, item and living being in the whole building. It was the heartbeat of the club, and with the small hours of the night being near it was hammering wilder than ever. If the owner, manager and icon of Club Noir were to turn around from her desk, she would be able to overlook the main floor through the glass wall of her office. She would see the fetish folk celebrating its own depravity, loosing itself in the dark world the legendary Bianka Schönfeld provided. A world of masks and collars, of monogloves and hobble skirts, where leather was the new lace and black the new black. To the left the long cool-lit bar ran in a wide arc alongside the clubbing area, which in turn bordered at the right on the VIP lounge. Further in the back the entrance to the lower levels awaited those in search for more titillating activities. The rooms for this spicy kind of entertainment were soundproof, for sure.

A Dark Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story I am submitting for review, please let me know what you think. If people like it I may add more in the future.

A knock at the door and a moment of hesitation, she opens the door knowing that this is her last act of freedom. When she opens the door a man in denim pants and a brilliant white shirt walks in the door, taking her face in his hand. With this simple gesture she asks “Master may I close the door?” To which she is promptly told “NO, you will accept my collar before all who wish to watch.”

A Day of Firsts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of part fiction, part real. The leather straitjacket is real, but the pegging is still out there. Give me time.:)

A second story is in the works. Same two people.

It was one of those rare nights when I actually sleep well. I knew from the night before today would be a special day and considering we had not done anything in the area of play in some time, I knew Domina had a major idea for me, I just did not realize at the time just what exactly it was. I normally sleep in my chastity cage, but last night, Domina neglected to put it on me. I really didn’t think anything of it at the time.

A Day to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. Most of the activities in this story have actually happened, although not necessarily at the same time.

A Different Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am really starting to enjoy submitting these stories now and reading everyone eles’s work. if anybody would like to strike up a chat with me feel free to email me. I would be interested to talk to like minded people. Hope you enjoy.

The music was far to loud for Dave, he was only 30 and already felt he was turning into one of them old people who detested loud music and just wanted a quiet pint. He hadn’t been out since the divorce and his mates had finally convinced him it was a good idea. So there he was sat at the bar of some night club half cut, wondering what was a reasonable time to go home without his mates moaning . Then next to him at the bar she appears, a lovely curvy brunette lady, probably in her 30’s and in a lovely red dress and knee high boots. Dave only noticed the boots as she was on tiptoe at the bar trying to get their attention. She was curvy which he liked and smelt amazing. She turned and looked at him and he offered her a casual smile which she reciprocated. “what you gotta do to get served in this dump, if the music wasn’t so loud perhaps they could hear you”.

A Friendship Crossed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please Enjoy. Let me know you’re thoughts in the comments :)

Chapter 1

I’m into self bondage. Can’t remember how or why I started, but for a long as I can remember, it’s been my thing. Well that and dressing en femme.

The best practice for the two is to always have a way out. Whether it’s a spare at of keys, or have a person you use (whether they are aware of it or not) to be your safety.

A Game of High Stakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life.

There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month.

A Good Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was inspired by this picture

So, what have we here? A cute little cowgirl.

Come over here, cowgirl. Mistress wants to play. Mmm, you have such nice big tits. They’re going to be so fun to squeeze. And such lovely hair, too! I just want to stroke it all day long.

Let’s go over here away from everyone else. Whoa, careful on those little hooves! I’d hate to see my pretty little cowgirl fall and hurt herself.

A Good Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today, Mirage was particularly longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship.

Pressing her haltered head against her stall’s door, she was just able to see the gate of the barn. But no matter how much the ponygirl whimpered and pawed, it remained closed. What took him so long?! Didn’t he know what day was today?!

A Guys Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story that I’m actually posting. I’ll probably come back in and change details later on. Comments and suggestions are very very welcome.

Chapter 1

I’m Austin. A nineteen year old, six foot two, well built guy. I live with my fiancé in an upscale two room apartment on the top floor. Elizabeth is out for the next few hours, so I invited Joe over for a guy’s night. I picked out some movie that we’ve both seen a dozen times. I don’t even remember what I put in the DVD player.

A Host's Ordeal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was the inspiration for a weekend birthday celebration. Many of the activities described actually occurred. It was definitely the scene of a lifetime. The write up is not as extreme as some, because all of the events did or could have happened.

Chapter 1: Arrival and Capture

Friday, 7:30 P.M.

The hallway clock sounded the half hour, and Robert was irritated. Alex was an hour and a half late. He didn’t want anyone to spend more than the minimum time required on food and drink. The majority of the food was prepared and needed only to be warmed and put out. But if Alex didn’t arrive soon, the guests would beat him here, and dinner, scheduled for 7:00, would be delayed at least an hour and then socializing and play wouldn’t get started until 10 or later. The scenario of wasting play time was close to his definition of misery.

A Life of Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: That’s my first story, i hope you’ll have a nice time reading it. Events related in the story are partly true (i lived some of them) but strongly exagerated. Last things… i’m not english so be lenient when reading.

_Update (2012/07/20):* Please forgive me for the delay since the last update.*

Introduction

My name is Matthew, I am 30 years old. As far as I can remember I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM. Even as a child, I already lost myself in daydreams where I was kidnapped by “bad guys” who sell me as an “object” or as a slave. My submissive nature was already there …

A Long Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : I’ve drawn a great deal from pleasure posting “1st and Goal” and other stories here, and the positive responses they’ve garnered. I plan to continue posting most of my older works, but am starting off with something new. Updates for this one will not be as frequent, as it is a work in progress.

My plans also include publishing my complete stories (for a nominal fee) at a website used by several authors here. Information on this will be forthcoming. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy…

A Massage I Would Never Forget

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just one of the many kinky fantasies that I decided to sit down and put on paper. Enjoy.

I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Caleb. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes.

Alright, enough about me… let me tell you how my freshman year started.

A Pegging on Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night.

A Pushy Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: a true visit to an adult store with a friendly sales lady triggers a nice fantasy

My excitement was growing as I turned into the parking lot again, where I had been a few days earlier. I was on the home stretch of a business trip and the parking lot was one of an adult store.

Let me tell you something about myself and my home situation before proceeding.

A Request By Master Darios

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As you will read below, I was instructed to recall an extremely embarrassing (yet arousing) adventure in self-bondage for a good friend of my Master who resides in the U.S. With His permission I will include His request so as to set the stage for my recount. slave jenny xxx

(Please note: Master Darios writes under the pen name mrhungry, please check out his stories)

My dear slave jenny,

A Slave to Fashion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda. Although much of this story is my original work, I attempted to seek permission to write this story, but all of her known e-mail addresses are inactive.

Part 1

Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me.

A Slave's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please let me know what you think.

You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies.

A Slave's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think.

A Tale of Two Switches

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

A Violet Snowdrop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy

“Violet! I’m back.”

I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.

A Walk in the Park

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After a pleasant dinner (with a nice wine) at the colonial inn, Tom and I walked back into the park. The park was primarily a reconstruction of a village as it had been in colonial times. The park was closed for the night but there was nothing to hinder us wandering about on foot. As expected we appeared to be the solitary entrants. Aside from its “colonial” atmosphere it was little different from the parks we had frequented around our home town. Our evenings spent there were delightful as Tom would have me handcuffed to a tree, a pole or anything handy and stripped almost completely naked. I loved being helpless while he used his hands, lips and teeth on my body. It only took a few minutes of him sucking on my nipples or poking fingers in my pussy before I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Tom took advantage of my desperate need by forcing me to commit to letting him fuck me in the ass or letting him cum in my mouth and swallowing it all. Being completely helpless and exposed outdoors while his hands roamed all over me made me too horny to resist promising anything.

Abject Degradation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com

Part one: “An extreme fantasy”

AdultWebOnline

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;)

Part 1

It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too.

After the First Live Show

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from where ‘The First Live Show’ ends, approximately 6-7 months after the day that D took her husbands freedom and turned him into her sissy slave. I hope people enjoy reading these stories - I’m really enjoying writing them and hope that the quality is getting better the more I write.

Chapter 1 - Last night

D awoke on Saturday morning fresh from a deep nights sleep. The sun had long since been up and the clock told her that half the morning was all ready gone. She slowly got up out of bed and half asleep, she threw on her dressing gown and headed down stairs. She made her self a strong cup of coffee and then proceeded to the hallway where she pressed a small hidden button on the wall by the stairs. Unless you knew it was there, the hidden door could not be seen. She made her way down the stairs that the door hid and entered the dungeon she’d had purposefully built. In the middle of the room was her husband, still tightly bound on her greatest invention to date – the chair of torment.

Agobend Univeristy: Kate's Hazing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty.

Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself.

Agreements and Pets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

Alice Takes A Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!

Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around.

Alice's Change of Life - Posts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit

A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life.

Alice's Secret Playground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I’ve only just developed an interest in writing such stories, so I’m a novice. I’d really like people to give me feedback and tell me what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Alice closed the door behind her, hung her coat on the coat peg in the hall and then walked through into the lounge where she sank into the sofa and kicked off her shoes. At last, the working week was over and she could relax for the weekend. She enjoyed her work as a freelance business consultant, but it was always nice to get to Friday evening and the prospect of a weekend off.

Alisha's Saturday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

Among (Super) Friends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This started as an assignment Jalan (my owner) gave me: two pages of raunchy dialogue, with no further detail. I tend to be prudish–for a pervert–in my language and writing, so it’s not as “raunchy” as it could be, but practice! So you’ll note no stage setting or description, but pure dialogue. It’s also pretty much my first attempt at fiction.

Scene 1

Diana: Bruce, you do know this rope can’t be broken, don’t you?

Amy and the S&M SS

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan)

Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN

THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck.

THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either.

An Errand for Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism!

I. Preparation, Part 1

She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now.

Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for.

An Event

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Japanese video. I have no back story for why these events are taking place. Feel free to make up your own circumstances.

It was mid morning when I got off the train at a small station in rural Pennsylvania. Three other young guys were already there; the fifth had been on my train several cars back. We didn’t know each other but we knew we were all there for the same reason. We were five white guys between 21 and 24. No one looked like an athlete but we weren’t too far out of shape. We did not speak to or even make eye contact with one another. We each had a small duffel with a change of clothes in it. That, our ID and $20 were all we were allowed to bring. We had been instructed to wait in the small station until someone came for us. It was nearly an hour before some one did.

An Owned Pet's Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

An Unexpected Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!”

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Andrea and the FetFair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday) if you haven’t already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I’m planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it’s getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

Andrea and the Full House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them.

“So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant.

Andrea and the New Normal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 9th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“You know, this has actually been really nice,” Andrea said as she slowly walked arm in arm along the waterfront with her date. She had been dreading it, a setup by a roommate, but it had actually not been a bad night. The food was good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature.

Andrea and the Uncertain Future

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 8th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.

“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.

Angel's Chastity Belt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please be gentle. This is my first public submission and the first story I ever really took the time to flesh out.

As I wrote this, I figure that some folks will find that it proceeds a little slower than some other stories. I think some stories proceed too quickly or don’t spend enough time exploring or explaining certain things and I may have tipped the balance a bit farther in the other direction.

Ansleigh Bound

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a scene…a moment in time…from my darker fantasies. Or suppressed memories?

Ansleigh is looking between her legs at the man who’s bound her in this position, aroused, fearful and not sure why she had thought this would be good.

She asked for this…even found a photo. So open. So helpless.

Ansleigh is bound against the pole…rather her chest is. Bent in two, her head wedged against the floor and the base of the pole, leather straps securing her body against the post. A wide band across her belly secures her lower back tight against the pole. Her legs are spread wide and tied to rings in the floor, stretched wide and bound securely.

Are Two Holes Better Than Three

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First submission ever, hope you enjoy it.

She sat down across the table from me nursing her red wine. Her bright red hair cascaded over her head and past her shoulders. She wore too much make-up for my taste but it was expertly applied with lots of mascara and eye-liner. Her lips were pillowed out and painted the same color as her hair.

“You don’t mind if I join you do you?” It was more a statement than a question. She was a Latina with a strong, sexy accent.

Ariel's New Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“So you already owe me for 3 months rent and now you’re telling me you lost your job?”

“I’m so sorry Ariel! I’ll do whatever I have to to make it up to you! I’ll find another job or whatever you want. Just please don’t kick me out. I have no where else to go!” Holly pleaded.

Ariel put her hands on her hips, glaring at her roommate. “Why should I listen to anymore of your bullshit? You have enough money to buy more of those fishnet stockings you love wearing every fucking day but can’t afford to pay your share of the rent!”

Arrive - The New Rules

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

With a huge kiss and a very nice worm hug between me and my wife MY and our very nice kids have finally met after a long separation, It was a moment we wished to have four the last 4 months, originally it was planed to be one month, but for the some circumstances it became four months.

I always loved her more than any other thing in the world, I really like her, and always wished she will one day be my perfect wife by developing her Kink side and making her loving it as a Top (Mistress), I have been switching between Top and Bottom but because She never liked to be bound, I was always the one getting in Bondage, in the first few years in our marriage she just did what I wanted because she loves me, not because she want it, but in the last few year she started to like putting me in bondage, so I was losing my Top part and being more Bottom.

Ashley's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ashley roleplays a naughty school girl with Mike, which leads to spankings, sex, and a surprise for Ashley …

Ashley was walking from a subway station near Central Park in Manhattan towards Mike’s midtown apartment. Her long blonde hair blew wildly across her face in a windy afternoon. Her clothes were unspectacular. She was wearing a simple pair of white running shoes, blue jeans, and a light, black jacket. She carried a small black purse in her right hand while wearing a knapsack over her back.

Augusts Sissy Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I would like to recall you to a lovely day in august. It was miserable outside but that was not going to ruin my spirits.

As you arrive at my home I took a close look to see if you were wearing the panties I had ordered you to wear, you were! I could see the top of them just above your jeans. Instantly I became wet. I could hear your metal locking cock ring clinking against itself so there was no need to check for that. The idea that you wore these for my pleasure only heightened the overwhelming feeling of control I had. Of course there is no way you would humiliate yourself and show either off to anyone unless I told you to.

Back to the Shop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a follow up to my earlier story “The Shopping Trip”

It had been a couple of days since our first visit to the sex shop and myself and my wife Lynn had done little else but discuss how we had both found ourselves tied up and used by the gorgeous assistant whose name I discovered on the way out was Helen.

We had agreed to return on Saturday night and we were both in a permanent state of excitement as we counted down the time to our visit until it was a matter of hours before we were due to set out.

Bad Decisions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Evie has a history of making bad decisions. Now every decision is a bad decision.

Starting at chapter 3, each chapter splits as you may proceed like a “choose your own adventure” style story. I’d love to hear your feedback.

Chapter 1: Bad Decisions

Evie awoke with a groan on the hard cement floor. She fought back a wave of nausea as she tried to recall what happened last night. She had decided to go out with her friends to celebrate quitting the job that she hated. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next with her life, but she really needed to blow off steam. So, equipped with her sluttiest skirt and her favorite “fuck me” pumps she went out to the club to party and forget that she had no job, no savings, and no prospects. Besides, other than the cover, the drinks were going to be on all the gullible guys at the club. A flirty smile, and a shake of her tits, and they had fallen over themselves to buy her drink after drink. She spent a fair amount of time with a particularly handsome guy who had an unusual interest in who she was there with and whether she had any family in the area.

Bad Divorce

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native tongue, so please don’t be to harsh when judging this… I have started Chapter 2 but when I will post it is anybody’s guess

Me: me Yvonne: a young Pam Anderson after her first boob-job Veronica DeOrcy: Lucy Liu (with bigger boobs ) Eli DeOrcy: Summer Glau

Chapter One

I can say, almost to the minute, when my life turned to the living hell it has been for a couple of years now.

Bad Teacher

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Donna grinned to herself as she stepped out of the car. Five years she had been teaching at the school and she had finally got what she wanted - a dat with the headmaster, Bill. She had been flirting with him ever since she arrived there - she had worn low-cut blouses and short skirts to all their meetings and more than once had accidently-on-purpose brushed up against him whenever they were in the crowded canteen - and it had finally paid off. It had been a pretty average date; drinks at a the local bar and then he had in invited her back to his place. She was looking forward to that.

Beauty and the Boots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an expanded version of a story that was originally published by Literotica (as “The Bottom Feeder”) and then in somewhat expanded form by BDMS Library. Part 1 (Beauty and the Boots) is a very slightly revised version of the story as published by BDSM Library. Part 2 (Sleeping Beauty) is only about a third as long as Part 1 and has not yet been published elsewhere; it is about what happens when Tiffany gets home and decides to practice the new chores Buford gives her at the end of Part 1.

Beauty and the Boots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Becoming a Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bedtime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

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.

Beer and Bisexuality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Beta Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.

The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.

Betrayal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Two Les lovers and their shady druggy companion spend a weekend of S&M fun in a secluded retreat. And are set upon by sadistic Les bikers.

Part 1

Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying. As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases.

Betrayed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All is not what Erica imagines. After a night of blissful sex, she is betrayed and forced into an unimaginable life of bondage and torture

Part 1

Erica stirs and reaches out for the warm body next to her. Ed is still sleeping soundly after their night of wild abandoned sex. They had met at a birthday party the night before and he had charmed her the entire night. He was handsome and had a great body to go with it and she eventually gave into his charms and had followed him home for the night.

BFFs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Bird of Prey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a little gentler than some of my prior efforts, though the domination by women is just as extreme; total control and ownership is the key; Permanent bondage of males in the progress of a female dominated world is its essence.

A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity.

Birth of a Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘Why don’t you have a full time job?’

The sound of that question had been echoing around the room like a broken record. I found myself regarding the speaker with a contempt and disgust I’d never felt for her before. Oh I’d known she could always be a little bit self-righteous and judgmental but I’d reckoned on having earned a little tact from her.

Her name’s Helene and she’s got the standard family with two kids and not much else to show for her life about from a load of friends who’ll smile to her face and stab her in the back the moment she say’s a wrong word on Facebook. I’ve known her ever since I started working in the same petrol station as her three years ago. So far I’d been spared that question but today it would seem my luck ran out.

Birthday Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Anna groaned as the buzz from the alarm clock woke her. Stupid broken clock, waking her up when it was still dark out. She had half a mind to reach over and smash the thing to bits against the wall, but she was too tired. Jim would turn it off for her.

So she waited, and waited, and waited some more. The alarm continued to buzz, and try as she might Anna couldn’t block out the noise. Apparently Jim wasn’t going to turn off the alarm for her. She would have to turn it off herself.

Birthday Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As previously stated please feel free to contact me as would love to talk to someone about thier experiences or to exchange ideas etc. Hope you enjoy. And to the person that emailed me, if you read this i did email you back and sorry for the delay.

Neil got in the car and slammed the door shut, it had been a long night and he just wanted to get home. He checked his phone and noticed a message from Cath “happy birthday babe I will be calling later and have a great present for you”. Neil and Cath where not technically in a relationship, they had met through a mutual friend at a party and bonded over a drunken chat regarding their kinks. It turned out they had very similar tastes sexually. As the alcohol had flowed they ended up back at Neil’s place and drunkenly told each other all their dark desires. That night had ended in a drunken fumble and eventually sex. As the two kept seeing each other, they became bolder, introducing more and more bondage and pushing each others limits. Neil was genuinely 100 % comfortable with Cath and was even starting to dress in her clothes and allow her to dominate him, something they both loved doing.

Black Widow's Loving Embrace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story is merely an attempt to put down a fantasy of mine onto paper. Please feel free to share any comments/suggestions you may have regarding this story or future work. Oh, and most importantly: enjoy! ;D

It was dark, too dark…

I sat there in the darkness unable to move. My bindings felt tight and unforgiving, even though I could not see them. I was lying completely naked on a leather-covered contraption with my legs raised in the air and widely spread. I felt the subtle air movement caressing my exposed and accessible asshole. I was obviously strapped down tightly as I could not move a muscle no matter how much I tried. As I concentrated on my breathing I also realized my mouth was spread wide open using what I guessed was a dental gag. It felt like my jaw would dislocate if my mouth were opened any wider.

Blackmailing Younger Sister

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I - Background

“Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex.

Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform.

“I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.”

A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand.

“Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor.

Bondage Buddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is set in the present day but some scientific advancements have been accelerated. The Prologue is 100% true.

PROLOGUE

As an adolescent and young teen, I was fascinated by cartoons and television shows depicting capture and kidnap scenarios. This fascination usually led to a ‘stiffy’, but I was too young and naive really to understand exactly what was happening. This enchantment led to exploration in self-bondage, and for years I indulged in this practice, particularly during the summer months when I was home from school and both parents worked.

Booty Pop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Have you heard of “Booty Pop Panties”? It’s the same concept as a padded bra, only they’re for a girl’s booty. The packaging shows before and after ass shots, and I’ve got to say that it really does make the chicks look hotter. You’ve got to check out their ads online. Just google them, and you’ll find these girls standing around with flat asses, then you hear a big pop and all of a sudden the girl has an ass that you would just die to spank. And the craziest thing is that these Booty Pops are not some niche product that are only sold in adult stores. I saw ’em in a respectable clothing catalogue that was delivered to my house, and then I saw them prominently displayed near the checkout counter of a Bed Bath And Beyond!

Bound to Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about.

As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin.

Breath

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I arrive at my Mistress’ house at 9am and she’s waiting for me at the door looking intimidating. Dressed in knee-high boots, stockings, black leather skirt and a tight black corset, her breasts trying to escape from the tight confines of the corset and her long blonde hair in a ponytail, with her impossibly long eye lashes and luscious red lips, she is the picture of power and control. As I walk past her, she catches the cheek of my arse hard with her paddle, the sound of the leather on my jeans echoes around the hallway.

Brian Finds His Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely.

Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Serves a Crowd

“When she gets here you’re gong to act just like a dog and greet her properly.” Theresa said as she tightened the black rubber muzzle around Brittany’s head, forcing her jaw shut and covering her mouth. “Paws!” Theresa commanded and Brittany raised her fists up as her mistress placed leather bondage mittens over her hands and tightened them, rendering her hands useless. Then she placed leather ankle cuffs on her and a leather collar lined with O-rings. She was naked except for the leather bondage gear.

Brittany Serves a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training

“Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany.

Brittany Visits Mistress Madelyn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on.

Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied.

Brittany's Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read as its own story or as a sequel to ‘Brittanys New Life’

After what seemed like an eternity Brittany had finally fallen asleep despite the enema, butt plug, and constant tug on her nipples from her bondage mittens being attached to her nipple rings. It felt like she had only slept for a few seconds when she heard the cruel laughter of Mistress Theresa and Alyssa as they entered the room.

Brittanys New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Always happy to write more!

Brittany woke up on the floor and realized she was blindfolded, her arms were zip tied behind her back, and there were zip ties binding her ankles and thighs together, and a piece of duct tape over her mouth. After a few minutes she felt her blindfold being pulled off, and the light in the room blinded her so all she could see was the shape of a woman who was in good shape but had a very large ass.

Bro

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Simon. I guess it all started when I was 13. That’s when I met a sixteen year old boy named Kevin. We hit it off good and soon became good friends, and then best friends. We even call each other “Bro” affectionatly. He was already a good looking guy when I met him, but as he grew he became muscular and handsome. Meanwhile, I ended up being fairly androgynous, with a slender body and a pretty face that belonged to a girl. The fact I like to wear my hair long doesn’t help.

Bungee Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was a nice story to write

Today was not unlike any other day except that for today it was going to be unique and special. It had started off like any other morning, waking up in bed laying next to the man who had over time became very dear to me. Dear in ways to which I would have ever dreamed were possible. I had often thought about living such a life and I am grateful for those memories which brought them all to reality.

Caged Lovers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything.

Cam Whores

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback.

Chapter 1: Bad Brake

Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Captain Elana Garcia, Star Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Trying my hand at a little sci-fi. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

“So much for the exciting life of a Starship Captain!” Elana muttered to herself. Six months into her nine month trip in the cargo ship Nuevo Mundo to the Kepler system to resupply the two colonies there and then transport their Mithril ore to Trappist 1 for processing. That cargo of refined Mithrium will bring her back to the manufacturing plants on Mars. Six months off then do it all again. It takes a special person to stand the solitude of a three year trip, even with the newest version Brain/Computer Interface Virtual Reality pod and virtual reality “books” to occupy her leisure time.

Capturing Kat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life.

Caught By A Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments.

[Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ]

Caught in Self-Bondage Without Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this is my first story hope you like it

I just got out of school and graduated and got my diploma and a certificate of completion in automotive tech. so my family was going down to west Virginia and I had to stay home and babysit my niece and nephew. I had to watch them because my step sister can go out with her friend for her birthday. So it was Friday night and she leaving early Saturday morning. I thought I will play a little bondage for a while so I went to my room and grab out my bondage gear from in my closet.

Caught In The Hot Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on.

Chapter 1

I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more.

Change in Pace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story that happened to me between my girlfriend and myself

I’ll start by telling you this is a true story that happened to me several years ago. My girlfriend Ash and I were both into the bdsm scene. One day she tells me she wants to see me dressed in womens clothes. I didn’t think much about it and told her sure. She started by ordering the items and letting me test fit them and picking up odds and end panties and stockings off the net. We started to have me dress and wear the clothes under my regular clothes and going out in public. It then progressed into me wearing them to bed while she tortured me while I layed there bound and gagged.

Chaste Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I awoke seconds before the alarm went off. My eyes burned a hole through the LED display until the lights changed and the buzzing went off. Both hands were pressed between my loins, and I pulled them away to turn off the alarm and throw off the cover. I had a schedule to keep and I dared not be late.

I made the bed rather quickly. It consisted only of a small mattress laying on the floor, with a single pillow for my head and a single blanket for warmth. Some would say it was not much, but I felt proud of them. I had earned them for excellent service for my Master. I even had my own room (or large closet) that I could call my very own.

Chastity James - Grail Hunter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.

1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Chastity Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress.

As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative.

Checkmate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

“Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

Chinese Finger Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat outside in my Chevy coup. We’d met on the internet. He had called me a wannabe when I told him I like the photos from his last party. I asked if I could join and told him I wanted him and his friends to turn me into a Chinese finger trap. It was crude. But the photos from his party were cruder. Straight jackets and rubber balls. All manner of rough devices and wooden contraptions. Participants in all stages of contortion and lust. I now sat two hundred feet from the scene.

Chloé

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: still looking for proof-reader !

Chapter 1 (added: )

It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom’s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work.

The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom’s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa.

City Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York.

‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger.

I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself.

Claire's Wicked Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik

It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek.

Contrition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A business woman is kidnapped for revenge by a younger woman. This story is told alternately from the viewpoint of two people, Sadiax wrote as the young kidnapper and Graymangazer as the captive. The plot wasn’t planned, just two people bouncing off one another.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. Please feel free to comment.

Part 1

I felt frightened. I always thought I was tough, I make tough decisions every day, decisions often affecting people’s lives, but now I know I am a woman alone, a frightened woman in a frightening situation.

Controling Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young wife decides to live out her submissive fantasies under the control of another couple.

Part 1

I pulled the car to a stop in front of the bar. Killing the engine I turned my head to look at Grace; she smiled and nervously fingered the collar fastened around her neck.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. She nodded her head yes, I could see that she was excited and it made me feel sad.

Convincing Argument

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date.

She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise.

Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired.

He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward.

COS to Boss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip.

Couples Counselling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can’t promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.

Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I’d trained a couple and the first time I’d trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I’ve made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl’s training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don’t intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

Couples Trip In The Countryside

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, I like bondage and I liked a lot of stories on this site and wanted to try and write my story, hope you all like it

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

I have been dating Jessica for almost 4 years now, we are a great couple and we connect on so many levels, though the moment we re most connected is when we’re having sex, we found out shortly after we started dating that we both love bondage, it’s rare that we have sex without involving ropes or handcuffs.

Craving His Touch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The single glaring light bulb suspended above her was the only warning she got in the mornings. It would be mere minutes until he walked into her small cell.

She didn’t know what she was doing there. She didn’t know much at all. She only knew her why.

It was him.

It was he who revelled in her confinement; he who loved to see her distress. He got off on her tears. Got hard at her whimpers. Despite knowing what caused his arousal, she wasn’t in a position to deny him. She couldn’t deny him anything.

Crossing the Line

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Dedicated to a friend of mine, she knows who she is. Also I am dyslexic so bare with me, have done as best i can with spell check etc. Thanks

Cath lay in bed looking at her phone screen, or rather the background screen . It had been nearly half an hour since he last massaged and she wondered had he gone to sleep. Her phone was the only thing lighting the room as she otherwise lay in complete darkness. She was waiting for her friend Neil to message back. She had known him a few years now and they had worked together for most of that. She had always liked him but never really acted on it as he was in a relationship. However he had recently revealed that he fancied her and had always done so, but for obvious reasons never acted on it. Neil was still unfortunately in a relationship but after a lot of talking with Cath they had discovered something about themselves, never once raised in their years of friendship. Neil had told Cath he was very much into bondage and as conversations progressed it became obvious Cath had a fascination with this to and they had begun to share their inner most fantasies with each other. They both realised that nothing could ever come of this and had agreed as long as it stayed as conversation it would be treated as a bit of fun and they would both just enjoy this new if not slightly forbidden experience.

D&H Ltd - Felica's woe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from D&H Ltd - Simons Journey. Its intended to be the second installment of a three part saga currently (that may increase to four).

Chapter 1

13:00 May 21st, 2012: Somewhere in Europe.

Felicia felt like she had been crying for an eternity, locked and bound inside the trunk she could feel the movements of the vehicle as it hurtled to god knows where. She could still feel the puncture marks where the taser had struck, her muscles sore form the convulsing caused by the 500, 000 volts.

D&H Ltd - Simons Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Dellal and Von Hoek Limited - Simon’s Journey is a story about a young man that is struggling to find a job after leaving University. Fresh out of university he finds a role that might just give him the role of a lifetime.

This is a story I have been thinking of for a while, and I have got another few chapters that I want to brush up and post, as well as a spin off tale or two. Hope people enjoy reading them.

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true.

I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes.

Delicious Restraint

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think.

Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!*

Part 1

She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up?

Desert: Meeting

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first erotic story I have submitted. Please feel free to send any feedback. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Jennifer woke slowly. Her memory of the night before slowly flooded in as she lifted her head. The general of some army buying her drink merged with the face of her friend as she waited for her to get off work. The throbbing in her head threatened to cause her to throw up. Her senses began feeding her information about her current state slowly.

Desire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Desperation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

Devon Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Dirty, Hot White Boy on the Run

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A bit of a departure from my usual subject matter and point of view. Hope you enjoy. Comments are always more than welcome.

My name isJohnny and I’m a hot, tatted up, slim 6 foot tall, dark haired dude. A dirty horny white boy, sleazy rude with a big cock and a smooth , plump bubblebutt. I’m too scary for most of the local girls to handle but I drive the old rich guys crazy down at the gloryhole row at the adult bookstore. A couple geezers paid me plenty to worship my big cock and balls and to fuck one guy in his fat flabby ass. He screamed a lot but the old fucker loved it. Ha! After I turned 18 I dropped out of my dumbfuck highschool and winged out of Pittsburgh and off to Europe to join the French Foreign Legion. I had some innings with the local cops and I was one step ahead of a warrant which could put me on ice for a while. I heard the legion will give you a new identity when you get out and that’s really pretty cool! Before I could make it to Corsica I was partying on Ibiza where a rich british cougar picked me up while I was drunk and took me aboard her yacht. She was a busty old mama about 40 with medium length dark reddish hair, huge saggy jugs, thick thighs and a big ,opulent ass. She had me strip naked on deck. Then she tickled my fat dangling balls with her long fingernails and my big cock extended straight out. She laughed and wrapped her hand around my meat and said " Come with me Mr. Johnson! " I don’t know who Mr Johnson was but I followed my pulled pork down the corridor and into her quarters. It was a large ornate room with a big 4 corner post bed with a mirror above , on the ceiling. She sat down on the bed and examined my cock and balls. She squeezed my asscheeks and outlined her fingertips along some of my tatts. Spinning me around she pinched and squeezed my ass again and spread my asscheeks wide then she smacked my ass sharply and spun me back around. She was licking her glistening red lips. “Yes. You’re do nicely, very nicely indeed!” You’ve got quite a nice endowment, Johnny! Fat swingy balls, lots of dirty white boy tats and a squishy, plump ass!" Yes, I’m going to have some fun with you!"

Discovered in Self-Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I walked into work, I was a little uncomfortable. The cock cage was resting heavily, pulling on my balls. And when I walked, it pulled, which in turn excited me, and then my cock would swell against the closely spaced wires of the cage. Also, I noticed a very quiet little “tink, tink” sound of the small lock hitting the metal every time I took a step. It was very subtle. I wondered if anyone else could hear it. If they did, I hoped they’d assume it was keys in my trousers. Suit and tie guy. The thought of discovery - but not really believing discovery was a real danger - titillated me, and excited me more. And the whole cycle would start again.

Dispatchment Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments.

Chapter 1

The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority.

Doctor Paine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is also a spin-off from Giselle and incorporates some of the same characters later on. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Doctor Ted Paine was on top of the world. He was relaxing at his wide desk having his dick sucked by one of his employees. A tall blonde with large enhanced breasts, a tiny waist and long legs, she was well versed in what her employer liked during his morning blow job. She slowly sank his length down her throat and held it there for nearly a minute, then slowly eased it out. Her tongue worked the underside near the tip as she reached the end. She knew he was in no hurry this morning and would savor the extended time she spent worshiping his dick. As her skill finally brought him off, his hand pulled her face tightly to him and he blasted a load into her throat. She was almost to the point of passing out from oxygen deprivation when he released her and she cleaned him with her tongue. Straightening her tight fitting skirt and blouse, she left his office to start her rounds. She would visit every senior employee and relieve them in whatever manner they wished. She was officially the “stress reliever” for his practice and every day serviced most of the 20 doctors that worked there. With an MBA, she was over-qualified for any position within his practice and when interviewed for the Office Manager’s opening, had been sure to point that out repeatedly. Dr. Paine had hired the stuck up woman and then quickly reduced her to a quivering sex toy with regular “therapy” sessions and mind-control orchestrated by his wife. She was further humiliated with breast enlargements, multiple piercings and modification to her vocal cords that produced a high-squeaky voice. She lived in a small room in the basement with only a bed and a bathroom and was available to any employee. Her diet consisted of a tasteless mush, but she was allowed to beg for treats from her fellow employees. You wouldn’t believe what she’d do for a Klondike bar!

Dom the Dom Dommed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests

I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done.

Dominating Classmates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see)

Chapter 1

It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place.

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you.

Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice.

Don't Knock It...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

…Till You’ve Tried It!

It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with.

Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them.

Door-To-Door

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I stood there, waiting for my bride to come down the aisle, I remembered the first time I saw her.

The address was down a side road just out of town. Getting near the end, I could see five small but well kept homes on large lots. Oddly, my predecessor’s records showed that each home was a sure sale, but always on different days. Why would he drive all the way out here five days in a row and only visit one house each time? This was a new territory for me and my predecessor had made regular sales here before, so I decided to stop and try my luck. It was a nice house with a well kept yard and a sale is a sale! This was my last stop for the day.

Double or Nothing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story on the site. I hope you like it, as it starts of quite tame with a bit of humiliation. However is will go quite dark and will continue to get worse for the protagonist as he descends into severe pony play. If you have any criticism, positive or negative, feel free to leave a comment!

Chapter 1

Oliver watched nervously as Cindy steered the car around the pothole. Further along the road, the dense forest opened up and a couple of large wooden structures became visible. Cindy slowed the car down and parked it next to the few other cars at the edge of the clearing. As she turned off the engine, Oliver slumped back into his chair.

Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story. I have tried to create a sexy, erotic milieu for our bondage participants … I hope my readers will let me know if I have succeeded. Comments, critical and otherwise, are most welcome.

Our protagonists:

Lori Devalle (her lover, and loving tormenter, was Josh Allen) just short of her 23rd birthday, was 5'7" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. She had long, lustrous coal black hair, and a figure many women would kill for: 1) a beautiful set of boobs, very upright and erect, measuring 36" with a C/D cup - 2) thanks to many hours in restrictive corsets and waist training, she measured just under 24" around her middle - 3) 37" hips, with the most perfect bubble butt Josh had ever seen; shapely but firm, with no noticeable imperfections. Her legs were long but not especially beautiful, while she always thought her hips were too narrow, and so welcomed the corsets that made them appear wider.

Dream Dream Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome.

At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.

Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.

Dream Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at karmap0licemen@gmail.com. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next.

Dreams of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mirkada is a remote city with unusual customs and laws; all women in public places within the city’s walls must be restrained; women who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Mark and Sally Frost are a couple of Cambridge academics who are fascinated by the city’s culture and history. As a result, they have become regular visitors, enjoying, along with increasing numbers of tourists, the lifestyle implications Mirkada offers. Sally particularly enjoys wearing the traditional Mrikadan costume, the vilisqaz, a garment designed to both restrain and display the female body.

Driving Miss Crazy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time.

As always constructive criticism always welcomed.

Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long?

Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic fiction. I usually write more “vanilla” stories, so this is a bit of a change. Feedback and critique on the writing style, pacing, imagery, and whatnot is greatly appreciated. I planned to write the entire story in one part, but it ended up being way longer than anticipated, so I broke it up into separate parts, which get progressively more crazy in terms of erotic situations. So if you like it, please stay tuned for more!

Electricity and Magnetism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys this story. As always I love comments and will try to include them in future installments.

For Abagail, today was the best day of the year. As a 28 year old teacher the last day of school before summer vacation meant shopping with her friends, the odd vacation, and a summer away from her divorced husband.

Standing in the hallway of her school, children waved good bye to the beloved “Ms. T.” who was wearing a purple collared cotton tank top, jeans, and sketchers covered by a black zip up fleece with the school’s name and logo on it. Despite it being a particularly hot day in the Chicago the summer, the school that Abagail taught at was always frigid so in the school she could almost always be seen adorned in her beloved zip up fleece.

Elite Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: true story with out the names

Part 1: First Visit

This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Ellie and the 'Self BDSM Outfit'

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story length 4600+ words. Pleased to receive comments or constructive criticism. Hope you like it.

Ellie kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her work clothes and slipped into a dressing gown. She had just got home from work. Later she would have a shower but for the moment she just wanted to relax. It was Friday evening and she was looking forward to having a relaxing weekend. It had been a very busy day at work and she just wanted to switch off. Usually at weekends she would go out with friends but this weekend she was just going to ‘chill’ at home.

Encounter in San Francisco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story with male on male. I am not an english major so please be nice with the grammar comments.

Chapter 1 - Boredom and Randomness

It was beautiful and sunny Friday morning. Golden beams of light cascaded across the hardwood floor and slowly creped across until it worked up the frame of the bed and snaked into the eyelids of J. Grunting and bringing his hands from the blanket he reached up to his face and slowly wiped his eyes and coaxed a tired set of eyelids open. This was the first day of a well earned four day weekend, and J really needed the break from work and the stresses associated with it. The bed felt empty as he was newly single, and adjusting to this new life,

Enslaved Criminals

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Strange story. Maybe hard to read. For several reasons

Part 1

Past

The girls were somewhere in the kitchen, when the sedative began to take hold. It was odorless and airborne. Dana and Alexa had already inhaled the effective dose when eventually …

‘I feel dizzy.’

‘Don’t wet your pants. It’s just the adrenaline.’

‘No. Really.’

Dana sighed. ‘You can’t be serious. Come on. We haven’t found anything of value.’

Experiment In Exquisite Excess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Was it a surreal dream or bizarre reality? You decide.

I found a fairly convenient parking space early Friday evening, just a couple of blocks from the Benedum theatre where I was to meet friends in about an hour for a performance of “Wicked.” I thought I’d stop into a small sidestreet bar for a couple of quick ones before showtime. It was a particularly dark and sleazy place. Almost a retro throwback to a 50’s dive bar out of a film noir, only without the blue haze of cigarette smoke.It was though I walked through some twilight zone time portal, even the hefty female bartender was a retro garbed artifact from 70 years back. I ordered a hardboiled 50’s rye straight, with a short draft. No miniature folding parasols in this joint.She gave me disturbingly sinister smile when she sat down my drink and ignored my my attempts at small talk.The rye was firey and raw going down and I ordered another and thats when I started feeling peculiar.I downed the second drink quickly hoping it would knock away my sudden discomfort but thats all I remembered till I awoke briefly in the heavy Mercedes.We seemed to be on 5th Avenue heading toward Oakland. The interior of the black Mercedes was a gaudy red leather. The heavyset men on both sides of me wore black suits and dark glasses. I passed out again. Next I woke up and was strapped to a gurney and being wheeled down what looked like a long corridor in a hospital. Had I been injured? I felt heavy and weak. Two white coated orderlies pushed the gurney into an elevator and we seemed to be descending down an endless number of levels. I passed out again.

Failed Escape Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PART 1

I had a crush on Gloria since I was 11 and met her the first time. Her then-husband worked for my folks’construction company, and I met her at 4th of July BBQ they had. Gloria is blond, large- breasted, nice round ass just beggin to be patted, luscious lips to kiss (or do other things), and gorgeous. She and her ex were also friends with my older sister, and when she got married, they were at the reception. Gloria was dressed to “the nines”, tight blouse with just a bit of cleavage, tight skirt hugging that delicious ass, hose, and stiletto heels. The heels made her taller than her husband, which ws one of the issues causing their marital discord. Her husband just wanted to sit and drink, Gloria wanted to dance, and other than me, there were no unattached males. So, her husband asked me to dance with her. It was heaven on earth. Holding her close, feeling her memorable boobs against my chest, wowza! Couple of time we even kinda rubbed crotches, and twice, she rubbed her ass against my crotch. Yep, it gave me an instant hard-on. Fast forward about 5 years, I was now 21, and out on the town with friends celebrating my 21st birthday.

Fantasy on a Vanilla Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Yes, this is fiction, sort of. It is a real fantasy and described as a fantasy - I guess it is non-fiction.:) (Although Hank and Janet might be surprised at that.)

Hank had a weird situation. He was going on a vanilla date with a Domme while cyberly serving one far away. (Yes, they knew of each other.)

It was a usual date except he was in a FemDom chastity device and she understood why he wouldn’t try to get in her pants. (For those unfamiliar with it the FemDom is low security. Real low. But if taken off without authorization it was almost impossible to put back on without even a cheap webcam showing he had cheated. It was really all he needed.)

Fifth Vital Sign

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I posted this a while back on another site. Just shaped it up a bit and figured I’d post it here for your enjoyment!

Hank watched as the college co-eds filed into the room. He concentrated to keep from staring too hard as set after set of youthful breasts, firm buttocks, and nice long legs went passed him. He had to keep them comfortable, for just a little longer, and then they would all be his.

First Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy

First night.

“Come on, please”. I pleaded.

Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave”

I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed.

First Offense

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago, intending to polish and expand on it a bit more, but it works standalone. If I get around to it, I might write a sequel with the main character, and possibly the shop lady will re-appear as well.

This story is purely fictional. Consent is dubious, but this is merely a fantasy. Please practise safe, sane and consensual sex.

Christine looked both ways before slipping an item into her purse. She felt a small rush of adrenaline as she quietly walked towards the exit of the store. She’d shoplifted for a while now to combat the increasing boredom of her normal daily routine. This was the first time she’d stolen anything in a sex shop though, she was only recently allowed to go in here having just turned 18 the previous week. She’d been blushing heavily when she entered the store, and in order to get an obstructed view of the register, she’d had to go all the way to the back of the store. Getting there, she hadn’t even looked at the cover of the dvd she pilfered. That wasn’t important. Getting that adrenaline high was. She’d almost gotten out when she heard a female voice behind her.

Forgotten Safe Word

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is part 1 to a little story I came up with. Part 2 coming in the next week. I’d love feedback and ideas for part 2. I will leave my email unmasked for readers to respond.

Part 1

Background: I am a 18 year old boy, tight virgin ass, 6'4, exploring my kinks. I met a mistress online who said she is willing to introduce me to the world of kink.

Framed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a full story, but there could be other parts added if anyone likes this!

Framed

I had responded to an advert on a TV/TS website, under the Events section:

“T Girls wanted for hotel meet at the Airport on Sunday arriving at 3 pm”

I sent an initial email with a few photos of me dressed, the organiser, Terry told me what would normally happen and who would be attending. He had got 2 other T girls wanting turn up and 3 other men besides himself. A number of others had expressed interest but hadn’t confirmed. He was very interested when I said I’d love to be tied up helpless and used - “the guys would love you” he said.

Friends Reunited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please enjoy and any females interested in chatting please feel free to email me

Ok so this happened to me a couple of years ago and I have never really had the chance to tell this story as it is not something that is socially acceptable. Before I start I must say the following events did take place I just have changed names and the slight chronological order so it all fits in.

From Co-ed to Slave... A Summer in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers.

Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer.

From Fantasy to Reality, A Model in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories.

From Grad School to Slave School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around.

From the Female Bible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Peri is a member of a rather unique church that expects females to submit to the men in their lives. Females are inferior to Males and this commandment forms the foundation of her life and her role in society.

Chaptees 1 <

The 10 commandments for females

Females are inferior to Males
No female may hold a position of authority over any Male
No female may question the authority of any Male

Frustrated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An indecent wife, is humiliated in a park, including bondage, golden-showers and cum-facials

Kathy, a blond 36-year-old, liked the depraved idea of having fallen from her mother’s womb as an submissive, viciously immoral, full-fledged slut - not that her currently-divorced mom would’ve been offended, since she’d been promiscuous tramp prior to her death a year before the present occasion.

Nevertheless, Kathy enjoyed many chances to indulge her impure lust, due to her pretty face, massive but firm udders, lush thighs, wickedly round bottom and insatiability.

Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here’s hoping . . .

I hadn’t really expected the night I had in store.

I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her.

Fun in the Basement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a fun story of a girl having some fun with her guy in the basement.

You are tied up, the ropes are so tight they are cutting into your skin and you know once they are removed (if ever) there will be marks left behind on your pale skin… You are in a dark and cold basement, the ropes that are attached to your wrists are all tied to points on the wall, your arms and legs are spread far apart and your naked body is pressed against the cold damp wall… You hear a noise but cannot see due to the room being so dark, a cold hand, my hand.. Touches your cheek lightly “Hello there, my pet.” I say to you, I remove the blindfold you didn’t know was there and the room reveals itself to you, a little brighter than you thought it was originally… you look around and see a table with tools laid out on it.. “Things to torture you with” I say, giggling as your eyes widen in fear.. I grab the pinwheel that is sitting on the table and I press the spike against your cheek, then run it down while applying as much pressure as I can… You wince and close your eyes as I run the pinwheel down your cheek, down to your neck… Leaving little marks behind…

Gentleman's Special Facial

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was inspired by a recent spa visit. I was fantasizing on the table and worried that the woman giving me an actual facial would notice! Then I thought about Google glass and the story “came” together.

Part I - The Introduction to a New Life

Recently, my job had been very stressful. I don’t really like what I do and I don’t like where I work. I found myself becoming more moody and not wanting to be intimate with my wife. And when we were intimate, I was often the dominant and aggressive one. We are both switches, though we try to keep a balance. I know my wife likes it rough, and I know she also likes to top me and fuck me in the bottom with her strap-on. She often jokes that if I am not careful, she will make me her house slave. All of this was far from my mind as I fucked her hard from behind one night, pulled out, rolled her over, then came all over her face, something that I know she merely tolerates for my sake. She scooted back up the bed wiping the spooge from her face and said, “What the FUCK! That is the third time this month that you have come on my face and you pulled out right before I was about to orgasm! You should feel what it is like to be frustrated then have someone shoot all over your face!” I gave her a half-hearted apology, though I admitted to myself that I sometimes enjoyed pissing her off as it make me aroused. She appeared to accept it, though I learned later how wrong I had been.

Getting More Than I Paid For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A bit different, hope everyone enjoys it.

I took a deep breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door at the top of the stairs. I heard heels clicking on the hard wood floor and the door opened. I walked into a darkly-lit room and before I my eyes could adjust to the dim lighting and turn around to face the person who opened the door; I was blindfolded with soft satin that fit snugly around my head. A ball gag was roughly shoved into my mouth and tightly buckled behind my head.

Giselle: The Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first of several story ideas I’ve had that reflect my personal tastes. I welcome feedback so any following stories can be more enjoyable to the readers. As this is fantasy, I have taken liberties with psychology, moral attitudes and the physical limitations of my characters. I warn readers that I am a sadist at heart, but prefer my victims enjoy the pain, discomfort and sex so most of my writing is consensual, but non-consensual acts may occur.

Go With the Flow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by a drawing by Augustine, and special thanks to Tyjord for helping me edit this story.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Strong?” Arin asked meekly as he entered her office.

“Please, sit Arin.” Erica Strong motioned him to take a seat at her desk as she finished replying to an email. Taking off her glasses and holding them in hand, she turned her attention towards him. “I’ve got a special task for you today young man.”

Going Clubbing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Good Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Looking forward to your comments!

Part 1

“I miss my little doggy, I hope he comes back home before 6 o’clock tonight.”

This is the message I received just after lunch today.

The sender was an older gentleman by the name of Randall. I use the phrase ‘older gentlemen as he is eleven years my senior. I being slim but muscular smooth bodied 21 year old college student and he is a bald and slightly rounded 32 year old IT professional, you can imagine that our relationship was not purely based on romance.

Gradual Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband.

I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship.

Happy Birthday Damien

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours…

Happy Birthday Heather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20’s, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses.

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Hard Medicine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM.

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital.

Hard Stabling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extreme, over the top little story. It shouldn’t be taken very seriously. Heavily inspired by LOL’s Houchie Shoujo.

The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn’t the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn’t get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna.

He Used Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I still live with this man.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Category: N/A

Codes: M-f, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, breathplay, extreme, mummification, non-fiction. packaging, slavery, spanking, suspension, teen, tickling, torture, toys, tricked, violent

We went on a few dates, and I thought he was the one for me. He was tall, 6'3", with bright, shining hazel eyes and dark black hair that typically fell over his right eye. We were both 18 at the time, and I thought I was in love.

Health Inspection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emma swore softly under her breath as the blare of the other car’s horn jerked her back to reality. She waved apologetically to the driver she’d cut off, and tried to concentrate harder on the road around her, blushing at her mistake. Not for the first time that morning she cursed the name of her boss at the Health and Safety Executive. When she’d been the most junior member of the inspection team, she’d accepted being sent on all the rotten inspection assignments as a price she had to pay to climb the ladder. But there were two other men on the team more junior than her now, and yet she was always the last to be consulted, always the one who got the inspections no-one else wanted.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Her Birthday Celebration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration.

It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home.

Her whispered “Hello” greets My call.

Her Hot Attraction Hanged the Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A tale of post apocalyptic possibities

In a not so far off post apocalyptic age as New Pittsburgh began to emerge as an oasis of civilization, culture and still functioning technology. Most of the rest of the eastern half of the former United States remained a savage land dominated by local warlords and roving semi organized bands of murderous criminals. The large cities of the eastern seaboard not obliteratedby nuclear weapons were destroyed by the massive tsunami generated by the atomic torpedo activated volcano, Cumbre Viejo. The monster wave swept inland within 100 miles of old Pittsburgh devastating all in its path. A part of it also submerged the British isles and the low countries on the continent. Nearly at the same time an enormous earthquake caused a massive rift widening and extending the Mississippi river to the Canadian Sea. The large inland sea had previously been the Great Lakes. The massive fast flowing Mississippi was dotted with small islands and now dominated by bloodthirsty river pirates and is nearly as wide as the old English Channel. It bisected the former United States and little was known ,at that time about conditions on the western half. Though a few survivors who managed to cross over from the west told blood curdling tales of an even more savage land made worse by the black practicioners of a mad genetic and earth altering science based on the demonic technology of evil humanoids of extraterrestrial origin. This black science had been partly responsible for bringing on the apocalypse. It was in the context of this new world in the not far distant future that the following events took place.

Hermione and the Fairy Briedel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sequel to ‘Hermione and the Fairy’ which is a story I came across during a quiet period on the site when I took the opportunity to explore the archive. Like many readers, I thought it was a great work of sexy fan fiction and a lovely kinky story too. At the end of a story I noticed that there were several requests for a sequel - as there often are with a good one. I wanted one too but as it hasn’t appeared for the last three years, I decided to write one myself.

HerToy Heaven/Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have been practicing self-bondage for years and this fantasy is mixed with a few things I have done on my own and would love to try. Amazing what we come up with in our own fantasies when no Mistress is available. I have even started working on a self-bondage studio on clipsforsale. Love to hear feedback. :)

Chapter 1

She had me helpless again. I was exhausted and dripping sweat, whining unintelligibly into the extreme gag stretching my jaw and pushing my cheeks out to their limit. Air whistled through the small tubes coming out of each of my nostrils as I made these whining noises, these tubes being my only access to fresh air. I hung by my wrists balancing strenuously on the balls of my feet and toes.

Holiday Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Our traditional at home holiday plans had changed, and we were obligated to travel to my in laws. My Husband and I were quite disappointed since our past Christmases were very enjoyable( see past stories). We decided we would exchange our gifts and have our own celebration when we returned.

Two days after Christmas on our plane ride home I asked my Husband is there anything special you would like for Christmas?

Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by this picture: Beauty Rest

It was getting late as I led her into the bedroom. I’d just given her a bath and she was wearing nothing but a towel around her hair, a pair of bunny slippers, and the thigh-length Japanese bathrobe I bought her for her birthday.

Well, that and her restraints.

Her ankles were linked together by a short chain connected to metal manacles, hobbling her steps to only a few inches at a time. Around her neck was a wide metal collar. Her wrists were locked together in front by a pair of rigid cuffs to which I had attached her leash. All her restraints were made of chromed stainless steel that shined brightly even in the low light of the bedroom. I had them made special so she could be restrained even during her bath time.

Housecalls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This multipart story is about Lauren and Dean, who meet in college and marry after graduation. They move to a quaint N.C. town, where Dean opens a rare book store. They make friends and join an exclusive Swingers Club. Meanwhile, Lauren and her girlfriends get involved in lesbian bondage sex and ass fucking. She eventually gets Dean to take part. Soon, many of the Club members are holding private bondage sex parties. Dean begins making daytime bondage sex Housecalls at some of the wife’s homes, while their husbands are at work. The Swingers Club adopts bondage sex games for its regular meetings. Finally, the adventurous women are kidnapped by a group of men and taken to a secluded woods for an all day session of fucking and sucking and more!

How Did I End Up Like This?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Part complete fiction, partly fiction based on truth. Please enjoy

“How did I end up like this?” I wondered. But of course I knew the answer. I would have asked the question aloud, but the very large gag in my mouth made speech impossible. My master had forced my mouth open, and then pushed in a ring gag so that the ring fitted behind my teeth forcing my mouth into a wide “O”. A wide strap was attached to each side of the ring, and my master had buckled it tightly behind my head. The ring gag itself would have permitted me to speak somewhat, even scream in a limited way, but Master quickly pushed a deflated rubber ball through the ring. A couple of pumps and the ball was fully inflated in my mouth. That silenced me. The taste of the ball and the complete control of my speech delighted me. My master had larger, heavier gags, of course, as well as hoods to encase my entire head and throat. But this gag was perfect-like everything my master did. I was silenced, but could breathe easily through my nose, and I could still make tiny noises in my throat and nose when the occasion required-a whipping or other pain infliction for example or to stifle my cries of pleasure during our long sex sessions.

How Life Can Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will continue with the events of the first six months in the relationship between Rebecca, Kathy, Tom, and John.

Part 1: Introduction

John was driving our family van into the basement garage below our single-family home. John and his wife Rebecca stepped-out of the van. Both John and Rebecca were wearing ’normal’ cloths, so that no one would expect the fantasies and stories of dominance and submissions, which they experienced during the weekend. Rebecca suited her black skirt and her red top very well and her dark nylons and highheels still gave her the dominant attitudes to be in control of her husband. Rebecca ordered John to close the garage door so that all snoopy neighbors are left outside. Once the garage door was closed, John opened the back door of the van. With the doors completely open, Rebecca enjoyed the look of her two other slaves, Kathy (my wife) and me (Tom). Kathy and me were both naked, except for the chastity belts Rebecca forced us into. Kathy was wearing one of the steel chastity belts offered by my-steel.de. The belt covered Kathy’s clit making it impossible for her to have any orgasm without Rebecca’s permission. My cock was kept in one of these steel chastity tubes.

Human Trafficking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to my Giselle story and will incorporate some of the same characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Bert Jackson was tired. A tall, fit and good looking 46, he’d spent the largest part of his life in the U.S. Army. After Infantry AIT and Airborne School he had served around the world and had retired after 26 years as a Command Sergeant Major. He was surprised at his retirement ceremony to see an officer he had worked for years ago in Baghdad. The Colonel now headed the United Nations Trafficking in Persons task force, combating human trafficking and he wanted Bert working for them. Their American agents were assigned Immigration and Customs Enforcement and sent to FLETC. As Federal agents, they were authorized to carry their issue SIG P226. For two years now Bert battled human trafficking. It wasn’t as exciting as it sounded; he had never fired his pistol and it involved a lot of paperwork.

Humiliation of Jess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jess woke up in a daze. She tried to move but realized her wrists and ankles were tied spread eagled to a bed. She looked up and saw her hands were in leather bondage cuffs, rendering them useless. She looked down to see she was naked.

Suddenly two women walked in. One was petite, with B cups, the other one had a large ass and D cups. Both were wearing tight shirts and black spandex shorts.

Hunter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A branch snapped behind him and the hunter turned, raising his rifle. He was startled to see a person covered in mud from head to toe carrying a knife and running at him. “Stop right there mister and drop the knife.” The muddy man skidded to a stop.

“I don’t want to hurt you, I just need your gun. I need it!” It was a woman underneath all that mud!

Hunting for Bambi: A Theo Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is designed to make sense on its own, but it’s one of a series of stories I have written about Theo’s BDSM Slave Service. All the others have been published on Literotica. If you like this one and want to read about more of Theo’s slaves, some of whom are mentioned in passing here, head on over to Literotica and look me up.

You’ll also find a few more recent stories about loving, consensual bondage that I’ve been writing to take a break from Theo.

Images of a Newbie Pain Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a bondage story … I hope the reader approves.

Chapter I

Lori was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but quite pretty. She had a very athletic figure, thanks to her near-daily aerobic sessions. At 5'7", with a 36C-26-37 figure, she cut a very tempting feast. Her breasts were really half way between a C and D cup; not humongous, but very round and firm, with perky nipples that pointed straight out - or even slightly upwards. Her best features were her narrow waist and absolutely perfect rear end; round, fairly full, and nicely firm.

Implementing Imp's Impossible Impalement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I fought against the robot’s grip as they carried me to my fate. This wasn’t the first time I’d been captured, when you’re barely one hundred-twenty five pounds soaking wet, it happens. Problem is that my mistress… I mean my partner, I’m her sidekick, my partner always saves me. This time though, she’s already been taken down, so there’s no one to rescue me.

We’d gone after Tech, a cybernetically enhanced villainess who commands nanites and other machines. She was always trouble, but we’ve always taken her down. Now I have to wonder if it had all been practice, that she’d been planning for today, learning from every defeat. This time she’d separated us, she’d done that before, using me as a pawn to manipulate Thumper. This time she’d targeted Thumper first, making sure to take her out, I guess I’m just a bonus capture since once Thumper was down I never stood a chance.

Imprisoned

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please post a comment to tell me what you thought. I enjoyed writing this.

I’d saved up enough to go on holiday alone. I never got time alone so this holiday was a dream come true. It was a tropical island in South America. The flight there was great as I was able to travel first class. I’d spent 3 weeks shopping, sunbathing and sightseeing and all too soon it was coming to an end. One thing that intrigued me were the female chain gangs. They wore black and white striped dresses and iron cuffs on their ankles, wrists and necks. They were chained together by their collars. They also had ball gags in their mouths. They were sweeping a pavement and the guard was watching with a whip in his hand. I imagined what it would be like to be in that position. I packed my bags and got a taxi to the airport. The driver was pleasant and offered me some food to take on the plane. Not thinking how naïve I was being I said thank you and put the sweets in my bag. I checked in then later put my hand luggage bag on the x-ray machine. My heart stopped when it didn’t come out the other side. The woman at the scanner motioned over two security guards who without a word took my bag and me to a back room. I was put in a chair and handcuffed to it. I was sweating and hyperventilating absolutely terrified. One of the men took out the sweets the taxi driver gave me. ‘Stupid idiot!’ I thought to myself. It was just a white ppaper bag which I hadn’t even looked in.

Interrogated by Dr. Schmidt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man is interrogated in a most interesting way by Dr. Schmidt and his assistant…..

The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.

It Happened On The Way To Sturgis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The bike rally in Sturgis is something I try to make it to every year. I close my motorcycle repair shop for a couple of weeks, pack up a trailer full of tools, parts, camping gear and my Sportster and head north. I can usually make enough money fixing bikes and selling parts to pay for the trip and I get out of the house and see some country. I never take the interstate; nothing to see there. I pick old highways, back roads and often side trip to anything that sounds interesting. I’ve got a camper on the back of my truck with a generator, water and food, so I can stop where I want.

It's All About the Design

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce myself. I am Jack Campbell. I am a metalworker, leather worker, tinkerer and all around erotic\kink designer. Some would say I am evil…others committed…I would say, I have a singular drive to perfect designs, regardless of the cost of that perfection. That is how I got where I am.

I have a business where I design anything and everything for erotic kink wear. Mostly bondage gear, and the accessories to them. Frankly, most, are erotically evil, I love my designs and will do anything to see them made. Now, my business has grown over the years thanks to the internet, and….rich parents who died long ago, never knowing what I did with my life. The key to my business, is I don’t ask to test out my designs on woman. See, I only design for woman as frankly, I think they have a much more beautiful body, hey I am a man. When I say I don’t ask to test out my designs, it is in the form of two things, my kidnapped slaves, and women I know, who inadvertently use my products and I gather feedback from them (that is the harder one to perform, as I need to do it safely so I don’t get my ass in trouble).

Jack & Jill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks.

Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag.

Jenna

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First time at writing anything like this, feedback and (constructive) criticism welcome.

Altho’ actively engaging in real life bondage I have always fantasized about discovering a ‘self bound’ woman, someone who craves bondage so much that they will do it to themselves in the absence of someone to do it to them (yes, I know it is not always that simple). Those thoughts have inspired the fictional character here I have called Jenna - hope you enjoy the story…

Jesse's Secret

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jesse wasn’t what most would call a ‘good boy’. Since he’d been a baby he’d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn’t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet.

Jessicka's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive.

This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass.

Jill's Adventure Into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires.

_Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me.

Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.*

Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part

Part 1

Jill's Shopping Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman browses in the wrong shop

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away.

“You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.”

Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-fourties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered?

Jim's Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Being ‘discovered’ looking at internet porn is a popular theme for a story……..so here’s my attempt.

The sound of the door bell broke into Jim’s thoughts. “Who’s that” he thought to himself “the postman’s already been”. He managed to drag his eyes away from the women on his laptop’s screen just in time to see Pam standing outside the floor to ceiling lounge windows, looking back in at him. With a guilty start Jim pulled his hand out from the waistband of his trousers and gave Pam a wave of acknowledgement. Pam waved back in turn and pointed with a questioning look towards where the front door was. “Well that’s who it was then” Jim again thought to himself as he simultaneously stood up and minimised the porn site’s screen before heading into the hall to open the front door for Pam, “that’s a pain”. It wasn’t that Pam was a particularly unattractive visitor, in fact quiet the opposite….and particularly dressed, as Jim had already made out through the window, in her dark blue nurses uniform. Jim had always had a ’thing’ for women in uniforms and Pam looked rather nice, standing out there. It was just that, well…., it was just that Jim had been rather enjoying himself as he worked through his favourite websites and he had been planing to pop into the bathroom for a quick wank to relieve all the tension that had been building up. But now that was out of the question, “well, for the moment anyway” he thought.

Just Business

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story and I hope you guys and gals enjoy, please leave constructive feedback

Chapter One

I stared at the sparkling lights which encircled the mirror, giving off a bright yellow glow. I took a hard look at my perfect face in the mirror, the freshly applied make-up giving a warm summery glow to my skin.

My sleek curly blond hair dazzled like diamonds under the cheap lighting, and my full red lips giving a pleasant look to my lightly tanned skin. My hoop earnings were glinting in the light, reflecting my face a million times in the thousands of fake diamonds!

Just One Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is for all of you that have encouraged to me to write a “short” story. I realize my other story Kari’s Journey is a long one but it is designed to be that way. This story is going to come to a conclusion much, much sooner I promise. After all the reality is this story is based on actual events that really happened. So enjoy part one and as always, comments are greatly appreciated.

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Kally's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First Try

Where do I begin?

What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister.

Kari's Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy!

_Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.*

Kate Gets Plastic Wrapped and Used

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked.

“Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach.

Kawaii

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Kawaii is the culture of cuteness in Japan. It can refer to items, humans and non-humans that are charming, vulnerable, shy and childlike.’ (http://en.m.wikipedia.or/wiki/Kawaii). I’ve always had a thing about oriental girls, especially hot manga babes and a recent trip to Japan inspired me to write this.

I’ve never been to Chicago.

‘I’m Kinky.’ The new button girl bowed as Angela pushed her cart into the lift.

Angela, ‘Angel’ Guardina looked at the pretty oriental girl with surprise, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

Kelly Gets What She Deserves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pretty Kelly’s female coworkers despise her and plan an elaborate revenge that goes too far.

Kelly had always been popular with boys. Throughout high school and after, her 34C breasts, perfect waist, and striking features gave her constant attention and she loved it. It was no surprise, however, that she had few female friends - and none that she really loved. Kelly didn’t care, though. With the constant compliments and help with whatever she needed, she was perfectly content to have only guy friends.

Kimiko Loves Puppies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation.

Kinkymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The anticipation was growing. They had been planning this “holiday” since they were married on the cruise ship 6 months before and now, all the work and preparation had finally come to an end. An eerie realisation seemed to descend over the car, on the journey home from dropping off the kids at grandma’s house. Two whole weeks without any children or interruptions. You could cut the tension with a knife, because once they arrived at their driveway, it would be the start of their very own “Kinky moon”.

Kitsune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story decent enough to post. Sometimes I wax introspective… I try to keep it minimal, I hope it is not too distracting. Enjoy.

I used to dread coming to back to my house. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it; it was a fantastic little place on the outskirts of Boston, far enough to make the commute a pain but close enough that I could still work downtown. Obviously I’m well off enough, especially for a young professional, but money doesn’t buy proper friendship like it does a decent living space. So I liked being in the city more than out in the rural estates. It was so lonely there.

Kitten

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The high school teen paused with her hand on the door knob before entering the unique shop. She had been here a week before with several of her girl friends as they spent the day walking, talking and shopping. One of them spotted the shop tucked down the alley way and the gaggle of girls walked in. They didn’t spend more then five minutes in the shop after realizing what it sold and all had left giggling. But, the eighteen year old’s eyes had widen after a few minutes of looking around at the wares and decided that she would come back when she was alone. Turning the knob she opened the door and entered.

Lady Noir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.*

The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :)

Lea and the Consequences of Actions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 11th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle’s centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist’s centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lights, Camera, Ass-fuck

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by the excellent story “Beta Test” by Beast5, the guiding concept of mixing an avatar world with machines to create an alternate reality is explored. This is a new story that adopts the concept and tells a tale of the fictional character Ashley Bennett. The story isn’t an improvement of “Beta Test,” or an expansion of it. I simply want to give credit to Beast5’s story for spinning a different twist on reality. Beyond the central theme, there are several human characters and public humiliation. Mainly though, it is a story of analplay - by the time you finish, Ashley and Ass will be synonymous.

Long Distance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at drsuperbest@gmail.com

“Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.”

I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me.

Lori's Self-Bondage Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it.

The Intro

Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree.

Lost Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.”

“I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.”

Lost in Translation III

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

Lovely Little Lisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do like the female form in a uniform, and I was attracted to a friend of my sister, everything else is imagination

“Can I come round? I’ve got a surprise for you.” It was my sister’s friend Lisa, recently turned eighteen, and now my girlfriend. She was slim, about medium height, with a gorgeous figure that had filled out in the past few months to something like 32-20-32. Her eyes were blue and her curly hair was that colour that wasn’t blonde and wasn’t brunette. I’d not long found a flat and it was still a little disorganized, and Lisa had been helping me get things straight.

M&M Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When you read the title of my story, you may wonder what the heck this is about. Well, if I wasn’t experiencing this myself I would struggle to understand it as well.

Hi, I’m Stan, devoted husband of Diana.

Diana does a lot of exercise, including yoga, to keep fit. She also likes to play with toys when I’m not there, or when I’m too tired or when I’m recovering from previous love play. As you can guess, she has an healthy appetite. Quite often she will also have anal toys at work while I’m at work “up front”.

Maddie Wins the Ass Lottery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE SHOWER

Maddie and Stephanie met at the gym a year ago, and had been workout buddies for the last 6 months. Maddie knew Stephanie was in a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend Nicole, and as they were leaving the gym one afternoon she asked “Why doesn’t Nicole ever join us working out?”

Stephanie said “Nicole doesn’t like to work out, and it shows a little” and giggled. “But I love her anyway. You should come over to the house sometime and hang out with us, I think you’d like her.”

Maddie's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the start of a story I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve got three more parts written so far with a couple of interesting twists ans turns that I hope people enjoy reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Part one is fairly plain, but its setting the scene for future parts.

Chapter 1

The word love has to be the most stupid word in the English dictionary - at least that was the view of Maddie as she sat sipping her mocktail in the hot midday sun. How on earth one word can cover so much she will never know, for at its shallowest love can describe one’s favourite part of a film, where as other times love just isn’t big enough to describe the feelings two people can have for one another, or the moments they share. The tall leggy blond laid on the sun bed, her tanned golden skin offset by the luxury black bikini. She sat watching her new husband swim in the crystal clear waters of the Maldivian seas as a familiar tickle made her cast her mind back over the last 24 hours to the reason for this particular in depth thought, which given the situation and the surroundings was far to in depth!

Man Troubles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I don’t normally write of women topping men, but felt the need to purge my system. Hope those who like this subject will enjoy. TMG

Darryl Jenkins wasn’t so much a “Ladies’ Man” as he was a “Ladies Sampler”. He saw no harm in that. With reasonably good looks and a chiseled, 6'1" 195lb frame, he had little trouble finding himself a date for Friday nights (Or any other night, for that matter).

Marisa's Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Marisa’s adventure in self-bondage goes terribly wrong.

“AARRRGGGGH.”

“OOOOMMMPPPHH”

“WHEW.”

“OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?”

The groans and exclamations and questions all went unheard, even by the beautiful woman bound to the bench inside the underground bunker.

The sounds were her first in more than 5 hours, except for the ragged breathing and steady slurping sounds brought on by the huge artificial cock that had been thrusting deep in and out of throat. Her pussy and ass felt strangely empty as equally large mechanical cocks withdrew for her rest period, however long or short that might be.

Master Teaches Cum Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story based on fantasy, not a reference to any real events. If you do not like to read stories about submissive being dominated then you should read another story.

Part 1: Starting Sparrow’s new adventure

Submission.

I could run away but I won’t.

I have been conditioned.

I have been trained to obey.

I will do whatever He asks.

Whatever the price.

I will do my best to please Him every time.

Mattie Learns a Lesson

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it!

“Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said.

“I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered.

Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.”

Meeting Mistress Bella

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love reading comments! Hope you all enjoy my first story!

Chapter 1

I stood on the corner of the street, looking up into the dimly lit windows of an apartment complex. Mistress Bella had given me strict orders to call her at this exact spot. Nervously, I dialed her phone number. As I waited, I could sense she was watching me. I shivered from the cold air and hugged my trench coat tightly to my body.

Meeting Ms. Charlotte

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was January in Chicago and winter was coming on strong. But it was warm inside “The Heart of Darkness” and it was filled with people trying to forget about the bleak months to come. I was somewhat of an insider there as much as any male sub could be. I had paid my dues by volunteering for clean-up duty on Sundays. I also had had professional visits to some of the resident Dommes so I was kind and was given opportunities some of the other newbies where envious of. On that particular night I was going to be on stage with a popular woman named Mistress Ava. Before the club opened I spent three hours cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, setting up various play stations and putting out the antiseptic cleaning stuff. Another sub and I were the only ones there until around 7 (the club doors opened at 9) when the organizers and performers started to show up. Most nights it was pretty much a play party but once a month or so they had a show night. This was going to be my first time as part of the show. Yes I was scared a bit. Mistress Ava was not known for her softness. But I am somewhat an exhibitionist when in the kink world, the exact opposite of what I am in the rest of my life where I happily blend into the background. At about 8 Mistress Ava showed up. She pretty much ignored me, I would have expected nothing less, and disappeared into the changing room.. We continued our last minute prep work and a little before opening time I was sent for by Mistress Ava

Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 7th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn’t. Thinking wasn’t helping. Though there’s a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that’s the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren’t in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now.

Megan's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1 - Saint Patty’s Mishap

It was the morning after our first Valentine’s Day together. Megan and I were showering after a long night and an early morning roll in the sack when she blurted it out as a point of fact. “I want a Tattoo.” She looked me straight away, her legs spread, her hands to either side of her clit, she was peering over her natural D-Cups. “Right across here where only you and I can enjoy it.” She motioned with her hands starting at the center above her clit and ending at the edges where her tan line started. “Nothing too huge, two little colorful metal spinning tops like we had when we were kids growing up.” She looked at me jokingly. “Well maybe like YOU had when you were a kid. I have seen them in museums and they made me think of you.” She laughed at herself taking an obvious dig at our age difference. “Then maybe or or maybe centered between the tops.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not and she looked at me as I was trying to act surprised. “Come on, don’t act so surprised. I am not that naïve. I am just over five foot tall, I weigh 110 soaking wet and I have monster tits.” I sat there still acting innocently. “I have heard the bathroom talk. Don’t deny that you have never called me that before.” I was definitely guilty of the crime but had no intention of admitting it. “What EVER!”

Mellisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories

Memories

I discover three bound women

I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies.

Mia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m new in bondage. So please write if you don’t like anything that’s happened so far, or anything I should change or think of! Thank you for reading xx

Part 1

JACK I have gone to the same bar for some years now, to be with my friends and have some drinks. For some weeks ago when I came to the bar, I saw that they had hired a new waitress. Most waitresses were pretty average; too much makeup and slutty clothes, and it was no secret that almost everybody got picked up after work by the men in the bar.

Michelle - The Daring Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.

As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out.

Midnight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story! There is a possibility of continuing it but that’s not my intention at the moment.

Chapter 1

Vincent messaged me on Facebook.

Vincent: “Woof.”

Me: “Huh?”

Vincent: “I found your puppy porn stash.”

Oh no! Was he making fun of me? Shit. Why hadn’t I erased that before handing my laptop over to get fixed!?

Vincent: “Don’t worry. I’ve seen way worse. You wouldn’t believe what some people keep on their machines. Besides, puppy play is right up my alley. I’ve even invested a little bit of spare change into a few toys.”

Midnight at the Oasis ( Send Your Boislut to Bed)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Oasis is the resort cover name for the female exclusive enclave of Ultra Femina ruled by Comtessa Maddo Rouchard located near the Allegheny Mountains of western Pennsylvania. The extensive properties were acquired by the Rouchard family as a haven against a possible revolution in France when nearby Fort Duquesne existed and in the expectation that the territory would become french. But the fort changed hands and became Fort Pitt the territory became British and the Rouchard holdings were confiscated. Later vital intelligence supplied by Madeline Rouchard, General Cornwallis ’s mistress and Pierre (hot lips) Rouchard, Admiral Graves cabin boy enabled the decisive Colonial victory at Yorktown. The Rouchard holdings were gratefully returned and in fact, doubled in size. With added provisos that the territory could practically be ruled as a sovereign nation, without regard to external laws, so long as a member of the Rouchard family was in charge. It unfortunately didn’t save most of the aristocratic Rouchards from having their heads lopped off during the subsequent French Revolution. Most of the surviving members relocated to their estates in western Pennsylvania. It was Comtessa Maddo, for a time, a very discreet but highly respected dominatrix who accepted only the wealthy and powerful as her clients at her ornate mansion in Washington DC, who made substantial changes. She created the female exclusive independent realm of Ultra Femina sometimes alternatively called “Femdomia”. A covert realm under the facade of a female exclusive resort called the “Oasis” The former proviso still in effect is augmented and further protected by her powerful friends in DC.

Midnight Release

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This has always been a fantasy of mine.

Part 1

A couple of weeks ago Sir had started letting me sleep in his bed with him. He would lock my leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and lock my wrists together and to a tether attached somewhere around the headboard. Sir would leave enough slack so I could sleep comfortably. But as I discovered the first night, he could and would, draw up the slack so my arms were above my head. He would then clip my ankles to tethers, keeping my legs spread wide apart. Using clips instead of locks on my ankles was one way to torment me. No need for locks when I can’t reach my ankles, and I’m still incapable of closing my legs.

Mike and Laura

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

MILF

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for.

_Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!*

Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous.

Mind Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters.

I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice.

Chapter 1 - Inception

Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him.

Miss Elanine's Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress…

‘You’re late, Elaine!’

‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’

‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’

‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short.

‘Take off that blouse!’

Mistress Amanda; Lock-In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear.

That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to.

It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future.

Mistress Madeleine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Her name was Mary, but professionally she was Mistress Madeleine, she felt this touch of Frenchness suited her profession. She even talked with a phoney French accent when she was working with a client. She had started out as a normal girl, but a boyfriend, at university, changed all that, he persuaded her to tie him up and dominate him. Reluctant at first to do this, she eventually agreed, more for a laugh than for any serious reason, to her surprise she found she liked it. The feeling of power over another person, and the control where major turn on’s for her. The boyfriend eventually disappeared, but her Domme character didn’t, so after a number of career false starts she started advertising herself as Mistress Madeleine. She was amazed when the phone started ringing with men and a few women wanting to visit her for ‘corrective training’.

Mistress' Anal Gimp

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress has suggested that I be her ‘anal gimp’ on stage in front of an audience. I will be restrained to a wooden horse in my dog mask while she teases by arse with a squirting strap-on horse cock, before finally fucking me. This got me thinking about one of my oldest fantasies that I have yet to live out, so maybe this will be the chance to do it. Following is my fantasy, not reality yet but we will see soon!! I have sent a version of this to Mistress for her comments and suggestions.

Mistress' Turn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You stand at the door. It is heavy, oaken, crossed with iron straps. Pierced solely by a tiny grille at eye level, displaying the merest hint of a glow from within. Buried in the cold stone basement of the old manor, its appearance alone fills you with trepidation, to say nothing of the step you intend to take when the door opens. The air is clammy, moist. You shiver in your thin shirt and bare feet. You gather your resolve and raise a hand to strike the iron knocker in the center of the door. Just as your hand is about to grip the metal ring, you hear -

Model Mix Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5’ 7" Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM

Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren’t the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer.

More Than What I Could Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.

Mr. Wickenbottoms Wantonly Wicked Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Little did he know it had all been arranged beforehand

Mr.Wickenbottoms was naked and engaged in his most favorite activity augmented by purloined items which are destined to make his weekend a most memorable one.He is 24 and the only male instucter at the Tanning Academy. Which is an elite experimental private college for young women. Although exceptionally knowledgeable in his field he is somewhat lacking in social experience and one could say even reclusive, apprehensive and shy. Especially around the opposite sex. This did not go unnoticed and was in fact a major reason why he was chosen as an instructor at the Academy. He was handsome with dark, longish but well styled hair. Rather large black plastic frame glasses which gave him an awkward and one might even say nerdish appearance which clashed with his otherwise good looks. He was relatively slim but hardly athletic. Eschewing physical exercise and sport, his life was a sedentary one which likely contributed in giving him somewhat narrow shoulders and an almost inordinately plump and protuberant bottom. At the moment he was engaged in exercising the one “muscle” which did get a lot of his attention.

Mrs Brown You've Got a Twisted Daughter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ellie Brown was happy. She is 19, tall and athletic, long legs a firm round ass and perky,outthrusting boobies lickably luscious and as delectable as ripe melons. Her blonde hair is simply styled, falling shoulder length and parted on one side. She wearing strappy black sandles, a very short black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt partly unbuttoned. Her blonde framed face is very reminiscent of Michelle Phillips circa 1966. But she is also sad as well. Hearing about her poor Uncle Harry, her favorite uncle who had suffered a fatal heart attack a week ago at the much too early age of 53. Ellie had been visiting him st the time. She had been informed by her mother that she was requested to attend the reading of Uncle Harrys will later that day, in the city.

My 30th Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss.

“Morning hunny happy birthday”.

“Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?”

My Adventures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story (blog really) is intended to be a collection of my self-bondage adventures. The depictions will be mostly true, but I may embellish from time to time. I look forward sharing my experiences with you and hopefully reading your feedback. I don’t consider myself to be a writer by any stretch, so I’ll apologize in advance for any mistakes.

November 20th, 2010

It is pretty common that at least a couple nights a week I will tie myself up pleasure myself until I’m ready for a release. This is usually right after my first orgasm but usually depends on how strict I’m bound. You see, I’m a bit of a claustrophobic. I love being bound, but if I think there is a chance that I can’t escape I start to panic. If I’m stimulated the effects are mostly negated which is why I usually need to release myself after an orgasm.

My Belted Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading!

My Child

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin.

Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.”

My Lessons

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was a nice place, one of those sports bars, but not quite to the brass and fern level. The bar was the type of place where you would go with your softball team, or out with your buds for a drink, not the kind of place where the yuppies or bikers hang out.

The menu looked good, so I decided to have some appetizers. The nachos were just arriving when she came in. She had dark blonde shoulder length hair, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She was not drop dead gorgeous, but had the type of looks that would make you keep checking her out.

My Mind Being Opened

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was sat alone at a table in a smart, cultured bar in the city, sipping from a bottle of cold lager, condensation running down the neck of the bottle. I was tired, mentally, from a long and tense meeting that had just finished. The meeting was heated and fractious, especially as the future of the company and jobs were at stake. Being a business negotiator in a high pressured environment is not all it is made out to be - long hours, many days away from home and extremely stressful. I kept sipping from the long neck of the bottle, hoping that the cold, golden alcoholic liquid would have the desired effect of draining the stress and tension away from me, lost and alone in my own thoughts.

My New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is the continuation from my last story. I have included the first part again as well.

Part 1 & 2 Before I begin here’s a little about me. I am an 18 year old teenage boy recently venturing into the world of kink. I am 6'4, 185 pounds, and athletically built. Recently I met a Mistress online who said she could introduce to this Kink world via submission to her. I told her I am an anal virgin, but have wanted to possibly try strap-on submission with some light bondage, as well as trying out some toys and equipment. I sent her a list of my desires, and limits, however it was very short with my little experience. The list was as follows:

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

Nameless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve actually never written anything besides school essays before so constructive criticism would be great. I’m always looking to improve my writing, especially in this manner.

“Well anyways, thanks so much for dropping off these documents, Anne. Have a safe trip home alright?”

“Of course, Dave, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Anne slipped away towards the driveway and with one final wave, Dave closed the door and walked back into his living room. He looked at the clock and saw it was about 6 o clock. Him and Anne had been sitting on the couch in the living room for about an hour having some drinks. Anne was always a great secretary and he enjoyed spending time with her. She had a great sense of humor and was fairly attractive as well

New Year's Countdown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I’ve been reading and enjoying the incredible stories on this site for some time now; I figured it was about time to give back! This is my first published story on here so I hope you enjoy. Your constructive criticism is of course very welcome. Enjoy!

“Alright babe, you ready to go? We don’t want to be late!” she said in excitement to Sir.

It was New Year’s Eve and they were going to a friend’s party, which promised to be unforgettable. Earlier in the evening Sir had laid out a delightfully sexy outfit for her to wear; she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her white lace thong on, followed by matching bra, heels and a brand new white sleeveless Herve Leger bandage dress - the kind that hugged her slim but perfectly curved form in all the right places - which Sir had surprised her with just the day before.

Ninety Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment.

Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it.

No Backing Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As stated with my other stories, very much welcome people to contact me who share similar interests and we can chat love hearing from you guys.

Jen stared at her phone screen, the only light in the room, with a big sigh she clicked delete conversation. She wished she could keep them as a memento but she couldn’t risk her husband finding out if he decided to go through her phone. She had been friends with Neil for many years, but the last few years had become more and more interesting. They where both married and couldn’t deny a loyalty and love for their partners but both felt a gap in their marriage.

Nylons & Rubber

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies.

The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine.

On The Way To Work

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was writing this in a chat session with my girl as she was going to work, just something to keep her amused (and get her excited) while she was travelling. She told me it had her wiggling in the back of the taxi so we thought we would share it with you guys. We haven’t done this yet, we are apart at the moment, but when we are back together, we will…

One Kink at a Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader.

It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always enjoyed being tied up but I’ve never had anyone to tie me up so I’ve always had to do it myself, but having roommates doesn’t make it easy. I’ve always had to schedule my self-bondage sessions around work and them, and even then I’ve had to keep it simple in case case they came home early. This was the routine for months until one day both roommates announced they were both taking time off work and would be out of town for two weeks. I also had two weeks of vacation time and decided this was the perfect opportunity. This was a dream come true. Two weeks for all the intense self-bondage I could only dream of before.

Online Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Difficult to know where to start. I was a happy married man, not rich, but not poor, living my retirement.

Then I got an e-mail from a solicitor in Manchester, which I took to be the usual scam.

But he kept sending them, telling me that I would find something to my advantage, if I replied.

So, I replied. He said he would send a car for me, which would take me to his office in Manchester, it would arrive the next day at 9:00am.

Outre incident on the 19th floor.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In places that are not acknowledged to exist strange things happen or do they? After all the locality doesn’t actually exist so it must only be a dream, or is it?

I was ready for my interview. It was a bit vague but it seemed important and exciting. It involved international travel and collecting and correlating research information on the outer frontiers of alternative energy development. Strangely, the physical requirement was for modestly overweight and non-athletic and sedentary males between the ages of 20 and 25. Similar ads with different addresses had differing physical requirements yet seemed to be from the same source When they invited me for the interview they sent me an id card that I think was imbedded with a microchip. They told me to be sure and bring it along..It was old building, downtown on Liberty Avenue and I took the elevator to the office on the 20th floor. The elevator seemed to stop short and there was no number in the square for the 19th floor. The door opened and stayed that way in spite of my efforts to get close it and continue on. After a moment an attractive brunette in an unusual but quite delectable form fitting one piece, sleeveless black pantsuit greeted me and said: “You must be here for an interview. Follow me.” Well that was certainly agreeable. Her unusually high black stiletto heels click clacked on the hardwood floor and the soles were red! Her shiny one piece outfit was made of latex! There were three other guys in the office waiting to be interviewed. They were as curious as I was and we agreed to meet at a bar across the street for happy hour after our interview.

Over the Top Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything!

While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending.

As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing.

Owned by the Mother-in-Law

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven.

Part 1

I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy!

Part 1: Revealed

The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.

Paradise Watched

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.” Milton, Paradise Lost.

Chapter the only.

I looked out my office picture window and at the huge vista beyond. Another beautiful day, blue sky, blue water, probably up to maybe 75 degrees today. But of course, that was the norm in this part of the Pacific - the only bad days were during the monsoon. Of course, even the bad days were like nirvana compared to the interminable cold where I grew up - Montana, USA. If I ever left here permanently - and I wouldn’t unless it was just ahead of the law from somewhere - I wouldn’t even fly over my old freezing hell hole.

Paul's Journey into Paula

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story started life as a video script, I played Paula/Paula ans two young ladies played the Mistresses.

Introduction

Paul went into investment banking straight from university, almost immediately he became a huge success, rapidly earning a fat salary with a huge annual bonus. As his reputation grew, he became more and more focused on work, when he reached the age of 40 he was approached by one of the banks partners who offered him a junior partnership, but suggested Paul needed a wife, if he wanted to progress further in the bank.

Paul's New Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Starting to Branch out into m-m and finding it very enjoyable to write.

Sam and Paul had been friends a long time. They had met in collage and now both working professionals they shared an apartment together, Paul was a Solicitor and Sam was a Nurse. Paul had been openly honest about his sexuality from day one of their friendship and Sam was absolutely fine co-habiting with a gay gentleman as it proved to be useful for him. Sam had long had a habit of dressing himself in women’s clothes and tying himself up, he did not have any idea why this sexually gratified him though. The inevitable eventually happened where by Paul had caught him in a silky nightdress and stockings bound on the floor of the apartment. Paul being who he was, was absolutely fine with this and released Sam and made no attempt to embarrass him.

Paula's Continuing Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story.

_Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while*

Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE

Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back…….

Payback on the Thirteenth Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi folks, as with the two previous stories, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the others for some context! Click on my the author name above to find them.

“It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore.

Payback's a Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This has to be one of my favourite fantasies of all time. It is written from the perspective of the poor reluctantly, submissive man.

_Update (2012/02/28):* Welcome back (finally) to our reluctant male’s story. What has happened to him this time? Oh the predicaments he gets in to. I appreciate any feedback for this story. I am not a professional author, as you can probably tell from the writing. So any feedback received will be taken into consideration when I write another story. I hope you enjoy …*

PDs Profession

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Since I discovered this site I thought about contributing to its amazing content. This is my very first story and I welcome all feedback to improve my writing skills.

I plan to submit a sequel which will be written in the girls’ point of view after her wake up.

So please let me know any improvements which I should consider.

Background Story

It was still early in the morning, 6 o’clock when I got up. So I still had an hour to go before the package would arrive. Plenty of time to get ready. I took a shower and made myself ready for the day. When I got downstairs I paused and enjoyed the marvelous view out of my kitchen window. I was able to afford a pretty big house with a good amount of land around it. I smiled and said to myself “lucky bastard..”. I used to work in a hospital as a doctor. The payment was reasonable but all these extra hours pissed me off. Somehow I stumbled across my current profession. The payment is way better even though I only work about 20 hours a month at most.

Peace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.

Chapter 1: Einführung

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Perfect Flower

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My writings are fictional fantasies and should not be seen or treated as anything else. Some writings have depictions of abuse and/ or mental conditions that would prevent a person from giving proper consent. PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO RECREATE OR BASE REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIPS ON MY WRITINGS!!! They are only meant to be fantasies….. nothing more! This story does not depict first time anal accurately.

Our wedding had been perfect! Not a single detail out of place! The most perfect part of it though had nothing to do with guests or flowers and precession ques. I had been married a virgin! All my life I dreamed of staying a virgin until my wedding day. I had lost a lot of boyfriends who tried to pressure me into have sex, but I held out.

Personal Trainer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain.

Playdate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Morning sweety.” The cacophony of white noise that permeated the room stopped abruptly, a soft feminine voice taking its place.

Justin was quickly pulled out of his half sleep, jolting awake at the sudden change in the sound surrounding him. Before he attempted to stretch his limbs out, he heard the hinges of the thick steel door that she had installed creak along, the sound of scraping metal filling his ears.

Playtime for Emily

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emily’s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer’s day and since she hadn’t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn’t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers.

Ponygirl Rescue Centre

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mirage was in a bad shape when we rescued her. There was literally no spot on her that hadn’t been whipped, flogged or cropped savagely. And the beatings had only been one facet of the mistreatment the feverish ponygirl had been forced to endure at the hands of her former stable master. Her shoulders were sprained and inflamed from the reverse prayer bondage her arms had been kept in almost constantly. Her feet showed first signs of misalignment, and she obviously suffered from pain in her knees – both evidence to ill-fitted hoof boots. She was also dehydrated, sadly a very common occurrence. An isotonic drink from a bicycle bottle took care of the worst.

Preparation is the Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Prick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I originally intended Kitsune to be a short piece, but in the comments there was some interest in what came next. As the fates would have it, I found I hadn’t explored it adequately enough either, so here’s a sequel of sorts with the perspective swapped. Disclaimer that I continued with the rather dark tone of Kitsune, and I again left it open ended. So whatever fate you envision for our protagonist will be the one she faces; it’s a rather somber and exhausting story for me to return to despite how much fun it was to write. I await your responses, until then I’ll be recovering with kitty gifs on reddit.

Pride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jon walks down the hall of his local college, looking a bit nervous. He’s always been shy and never comfortable being around so many people. Going to his next class as he sees her out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, at this beautiful, tall, blonde, blue eyed girl. He couldn’t figure out, what made him desire her so much. Always smiling, making him feel comfortable, each time he sees her. If it wasn’t for being so shy, he’d already asked her out, doing it in his head about a hundred times. The question being, could he survive if she rejects him? Could they be friends? Only talking to her in passing. Coming up with ways to ask her out, but never having the nerve. Needing just that push to break the ice.

Printed Into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bit different and with the advent of 3D printers, could be in some poor girl’s future!

Yasmin Safar was a smart, beautiful woman. Of Persian ancestry, she was born in the US to Afghan immigrants. She was tall and curvy in just the right places and wore her long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and despite her father’s protests, eagerly adopted western dress and attitudes. She loved high heels, short tight skirts and low cut blouses that emphasized her large bust. She loved sex and had been the “popular” girl in high school for the young studs.

Prisoners of the Empire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Soldiers of an army defeated by the Empire are taken to the Capital City, stripped, paraded for public display and taken to the Royal dungeons and torture chambers to receive the torments of the Empire.

The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones. Three hundred of the strongest, fittest, most handsome were transported to the capital. There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial guards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would walk the dejected terrified humiliated prisoners to their fate and beside them marched the imperial guards, enjoying and reveling in the spectacle and adding to the prisoners sufferings along the way. Each man in the group had been taken and was forcibly stripped bare and naked by female guards until not a captive wore a stitch of clothing. The men had their genitals fully exposed and then pawed, groped, slapped, spanked and humiliatingly played and toyed with by their female guards. Some were ordered to play with themselves off, others to jerk each other off. Some captives were forced to fuck one another’s asses, or suck another man’s cock, all for the sexual appetite of the imperial guards. It was terrifying. Men wept and sobbed. Others shook with fear and still others peed where they stood. It was only a taste of what would follow for these unfortunates.

Punishment for Burgler

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn’t know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn’t know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him.

Queen of Thorns

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

“Oh shit” she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

Rachael's Abduction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The mall was fairly busy when Rachael strolled in. It was Friday afternoon, and school had just let out for spring break. She wasn’t sure what she was shopping for; it just felt good to get away from classes and indulge in a little “me” time. She strolled down the walkway, checking out the various window displays. She didn’t notice the figure about 20 yards behind, following her every move.

Rachael's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Rachael’s Abduction, which should be read before reading this story.

Chapter 1

Brad couldn’t believe what a turnaround his life had taken in the past 24 hours: yesterday, he was a slave master; today, he was an owned slave! He just knew that he couldn’t survive being locked up with who knows who for a cellmate; constantly at risk for a beating or rape. At least with these two, they might be inclined to go easy on him, or even forgive him after he demonstrated repentance. Also, he had a much better chance of escaping here than if he were in prison.

Rain Dance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex

It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here.

Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here.

Rat and Chimera

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Warning: creepo characters and darker themes, including heavy misandry and misogyny. Also futa. Proceed with caution.

Rat —-

The chill crept through my jacket as I lumbered down the foggy street. The street lights shone bright and their reflections peered back at me on the dewy asphalt. Fall in New England, beautiful in the day and haunting at night. My footsteps fell on the sidewalk, clap clap clap clap, echoing around the silent and empty street.

Re-educating The Scold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Amanda and I have been seeing each other pretty steadily for at least eighteen months. We have never formally moved in together, but we have spent a lot of time at each others’ places - usually mine, since I have a house that has a lot more space and privacy than Amanda’s tiny apartment.

At first the relationship was really good. Physically, she’s a knockout - petite, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a trim body with breasts just big enough to make an inviting handful but not big enough to have any droop. We have tastes - in music, in films, in outdoor activities – that overlap enough to make our lives compatible without being so much the same that it would be boring. She seemed to enjoy my company, my conversation, our shared activities, and most of all, our sex life. She loved fucking me, and could come three or four times in a row seemingly without effort. She could always nudge me into some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

Re-paying a Debt to Goddess Danielle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves

I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast.

Read Directions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit.

Real Life Restraint: Rachael

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is a true account. It is 100% factual.

In my previous tale “Real life restraint” I recounted the true story of my first bondage experience and of the lady who allowed me to tie her. (Search my name to find it). In the closing paragraph I mentioned another girl from later in my life who I shared my first anal sex experience with. I have had requests to explain who she was. So this is the story of Rachael and of my journey into anal sex. This will be a difficult story for me to tell as I have to admit a few things I am ashamed of.

Real Life Restraint: Tanya

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is true.

This is the third part in my Real Life Restraint series where I recount some of my own experiences. Search my name to read the others. This one is about my first affair. The ladies name and some details have been changed in case someone who knows her reads it. But it is a true account in every way that matters.

Reciprocal Passions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Safe, sane, consensual.

There is an illustrated version of this story as well…all pictures obtained via search engines.

Part 1

“Arrrrrgh!!!” Meredith screamed in frustration, as she closed her front door. Gladly she kicked off her short heeled pumps into her front closet then, with a full head of steam, she stomped into the kitchen. Her husband, Todd, was there opening a cold beer when she thundered in. “A bad day?” he asked his still annoyed wife. “Hell yes, it was! That friggin’ boss of my section said that my numbers were ‘wrong’.” “He said that I ‘apparently’ wasted over 40 ‘man’ hours of the company’s time” she said. “That sunofabitch said that in front of my whole section…that I’m the supervisor of! How am I going to maintain any authority in the eyes of my employees?!?” she practically shouted, as the frustrations flowed out. She stomped over to where Todd held the opened beer, grabbed it from him unexpectedly, and up-ended the bottle, taking a healthy swallow. Todd liked that about his wife, that she could be every bit the lady, but, that she did away with the pretense of “lady-like” if she was pissed…like now. She had seemed very demure, almost bashful, in college when they met. But he had sensed something more about her, which had attracted him.

Reina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like

Part I: My First Time

The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me.

Remarkable Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Something I wrote a while back for another site. Thought I’d share

On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have said yes. This experience has turned out to be much more than what I expected. The amazing combination of discomfort- muscles and joints pulled into places where they don’t belong- and the tightness is almost too much.

My body is completely invaded… My mouth is open enough to breathe, though the hood blocks all but muffled sounds. I can’t speak because my face feels constricted, pressed tight all around by the delicious leather. The inescapable smell is enough to send me to the brink of orgasm.

Remote Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The majority of this story is true—I was directed by Mistress Jennifer to write her a story that very closely mirrored our relationship. The Dream Lover element is fiction, but she assures me that she plans on making it happen :).

Part One

The alarm clock rang and a hand appeared out from under the blankets and after 4 failed attempts was able to hit the “off” button. The hand belonged to Jennifer and the scene looked no different than that played out in millions of bedrooms at 7:00AM on a Wednesday—someone reluctantly getting up for work after a long night. Jennifer started to rub her eyes when she suddenly seemed to have remembered something important. She quickly hopped out of bed, ran over to her desk and hit some random keys until her screen began to glow and come to life.

Repository for Reprobated Husbands

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality.

Part 1

Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now.

Rocky

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing.

A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010

Roped In For The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty!

_Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella*

Chapter 1

My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days.

Rubber Doll

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences.

I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night!

Running Free

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a little fantasy of my own…

Part 1 - Running Free

My morning chore today was to clean the bathroom, which I don’t think has ever been cleaned before today. It was taking me forever to finish scrubbing the stains off the floor. Yet, I managed to turn the toilet white again, scrubbed the soap residue from the tub walls, and removed the hair out of the sink. That’s when it happened. While standing at the sink, I saw my face in the mirror. I have not seen my reflection in so long, and I was in shock of how sickly I looked. My hair was so thin, probably from all the pulling and yanking. I must have lost over 40 pounds, and my skin was so pale and flushed. I was in shock because this is not the face that I remember.

Sam's Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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: Farm Girl To Ponygirl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Samantha's Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Sandra and Marcus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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

Saving Ben

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin.

Scene Play Continues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments.

Full story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing.

Scottish Boarding School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Holly is sent to a boarding school to teach her discipline.

Part 1 (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: M-f, analplay, enema, spanking,

It was a shock to be packed off to boarding school- especially at the age of eighteen. I thought my school days were over but due to a very damming report card I was not free just yet. I had enjoyed the last two years of my A’levels a bit too much. Party followed party and my results showed this. I may have learnt how to tease a man’s cock up to greet me but the skills of equations and algebra were left unleant.

Segahay Castle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Castle

Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty.

While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place.

Self Bondage Stalker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure.

Self Bondage Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part.

‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’

Selfie (a.k.a. Rogue Tie)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You are always so good at making lists, Becca!

This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments.

Servitude

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

Seven Short Stories

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. First time

(NOTE: This is pretty much a true story based on my first time with a Pro-Domme.)

It was Jarrod’s first time with a dominatrix. Tall mean woman of various races hurting and humiliating him was the basis of his masturbatory fantasies since he was just a kid. He didn’t know the source of this desire; it was just part of him. At 24 he finally had worked up the courage to visit a Femdom studio. He had planned it for a week. He lived in the suburbs surrounding a large Midwest city that offered him several choices. It took him a while to select one. Each had a website, each featured photos of beautiful dominant woman, scary but cool looking dungeons and list of available services. He had nervously called each establishment and inquired about the price. And after much internal conflict he made his decision. He called the day before and made an appointment for noon. He took the day off from work. He had checked out the building on Google map. It was in a light industrial neighborhood. There was a parking lot a block away. He arrived an hour early and parked there. He was sure the attendant, and everyone he passed, knew he was on his way to perform perverted sex. At exactly noon he rang the bell for the 7th floor apartment. A female voice said:

Severe Satisfaction, Charlenes Epic Karmic Correction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is sort of a parallel story to my most recent tale. With a bit of a tie in at the end. Perhaps a bit of a slow start but it picks up pace quickly. Hope I was able to entertain you both times!

Freddy still didn’t understand how it all went so terribly wrong. The fantastically rich haul was only intended to be deposited in the little cartel owned small town bank for a few hours. But a change at the last moment nescessitated added security be sent in for the week long extended stay. Thinking only of his 3 million, possibly augmented by some opportunistic chicanery Freddy gave the go order for the bank takedown. His AR15 was down and his hands were up 3 seconds later. His amateur hour crew quickly followed suit.

Sex Slave Blue Eyes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I can see your hard cock trying to break free of my black lace panties, the thin material between your arse cheeks looks so sexy! On your knees infront of me, i clip chains onto your nipple rings and pull you towards me.

“Tonight bitch, you are mine, you are mine to use and abuse as i see fit and there is nothing you can do about it. You will serve me to MY standards. Do you understand?”

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Shit-Hole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A sexy whore-wife is anally used

The submissive, blonde, masochistic and 25-y/o Drusilla’s thresh-hold for pain was high and she relished labeling herself an anal beast since she always wanted men to slug their large dicks into her ‘manure-pussy.’

Nevertheless, Liam, her white, dominant, handsome and 27-y/o husband often surrendered her to extremely degrading talk, gang-sex and cum-juice splattering her pretty face.

And he bought a studio-quality camera prior to a certain event, because he was surfing the ‘Net, one August, Sunday afternoon, when he found a group, Knuckle-Them-Under.com., to which the white Chandler, Eli, Manuel and Samet belonged.

Side Vocation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Not recommended for the sane-minded person.

Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity.

In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react.

Silent revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize.

_How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.*

“Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not.

Silvery Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Finally got to finishing this. Tried a different direction to see where it goes.

Apologies for the lack of a solid conclusion. decided to leave that to your imaginations.

I have tried proofing this. But prior stories show I am not too good at that.

Enjoy.

I finished late and it was already past 7. It was Friday night and I was planning on going to a club or two now work had finished. The office where I work is in a quiet area of the city, the clubs being down the other end.

Sissy 2.0

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”.

Prologue

It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold.

Sissy Maid's Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters.

i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there.

Sister's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4" stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.

Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Now I’m your average male, in my late twenties, reasonable job, reasonably fit, some say reasonably handsome, own flat, car and a very cute girlfriend, Sandy.

We do not live together, as I still want my freedom, but we do spend a lot of time together.

About three months ago, during what was a drunken night, we started our voyage into bondage. We both discovered that we really enjoyed it and the bondage began to get heavier and heavier. After what seemed to be a very short period, my bedroom became a dungeon, we even had a travel bag, which contained most of the things we would need for weekend and holidays.

Slave Girl of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: After ‘Dreams of Mirkada’ I was going to leave Sally in peace to have her baby rather than subjecting her to more humiliation and stringent bondage for our pleasure but I’ve had several emails asking for another Mirkada story and I couldn’t resist putting her through just a little more.

I couldn’t resist the title either.

For those who’ve read about Sally’s journey into ever increasing bondage and submission beginning with ‘When in Rome…’, and becoming increasingly intense through ‘Return to Mirkada’ and ‘Dreams of Mirkada’, this story sees her face up to the fulfilment of her desires. For those who haven’t read the previous stories, Professor Sally Frost is an academic and historian now living in Mirkada; a city where women must be subjected to bondage when they leave their houses and those who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Slave Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hello My Name is Shelly I am a 31 year old white female 5ft 10 in tall and 125lbs, recently divorced. The divorce was nasty and I was glad it finally over. On the day the paper was finally signed I realized I had moved here with my husband I had no friends that were not his most of my close family were gone and I was by myself. I decided to quit my job and move away. I loved the summer so I moved south to a small town in Fla.

Slave Modeling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hay out there is my very first story. Let me apologies ahead of time for any big spelling and grammar errors. A really nice Image that goes with this story can be found on Reptileye’s DeviantArt

_Update (2012/05/23):* Hay out there this is a remix or extended version of the first story I posted a some time ago. There should be fewer spelling and grammar errors this time around. Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.*

Slaveric

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To say that Lara was a tease would be an understatement. She had given Eric every sign of availability right from the beginning and he had responded with his usual speed and vigor, but she had danced away. It had all been repeated several times over the past two years as he became more and more deeply attracted to her.

He had been away for more than a month, with no explanation, and now he had come to work in a very unusual outfit. It started with a heavy, highly-polished steel collar, closely contoured to his neck and extending nearly its full length, closed with a padlock and inscribed in large letters, “Slaveric,” and, “Property of Mistress Demona.” And on his sleeveless, form-fitting black shirt large silver letters invited, “Ask me about slavery.” He could not have removed the shirt, if he had been tempted, because its turtleneck ran up under the locked collar. His outfit was completed by black leather shorts whose belt was padlocked and heavy black boots whose buckles were secured by small padlocks. It was something he would never, ever have worn if he had a choice, but of course that was the point.

Slaves Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from ‘After the live show’ in which D’s best friend from Uni, Maggie, discovers their lifestyle and is invited to help in the training of D’s sissy slave husband. Jim has now been a slave for 7 months since he returned home that fateful night from his business trip.

I suggest that you read “The new way of things (part 1)”, “The first live show (Part 2)” and “after the first live show (Part 3)” first before this story. I’ve updated this story to correct some of the countless spelling and grammar errors. I’ve also addressed the slight plot flaaw that was kindly pointed out.

Sleep Night, Sleep Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won’t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.

Sleigh Ride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer/foreword

Hi, this is my first story, and thus I’m not sure if it’s merits. It is fantasy pure and simple, the technology is unrealistic and I doubt the rest of the story is much better realism wise. Finally, all feedback is greatly appreciated, if anyone has ideas on how to continue this story I am open to it, and I intend to write more stories with Morina in the future.

Slut Allanah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I never thought that this past Saturday night I would experience it all. By all I mean forced cross dressing, self-bondage, fem dom, humiliation and orgasm control. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Let me tell you a little about me.

Ever since I started noticing girls I was always attracted to the girls that dressed the sexiest and wore the highest heels. No flats, summer dresses and the no makeup look for me! I tried to talk all of my girlfriends into dressing my way and most of them did, if only to make me happy.

Sniper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Your excitement grows as you turn the corner in a dim warehouse, as around the corner is the recently-captured sniper. All for you. You had an objective with them of course, otherwise this sniper would have just been shot, but anything between that and now is between you and them.

You step around the corner to see a hunched male figure, his hands drawn behind his back. As soon as you step into view, his eyes flick up towards you. He had managed to break the zip tie that previously bound his boots together, but the handcuffs are gonna hold him no matter what. His hands are locked around a pipe in the wall, preventing him from moving around.

Social Distancing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a little something for those folks separated by this virus.

Melanie was frustrated, bored, annoyed and anxious. Going to college across the country from her Master, he visited when he could, but thanks to this stupid pandemic, she had been stuck at her apartment for weeks now and her Master was stuck 2,000 miles away! She couldn’t go out, had to finish the semester online and thanks to the new clit shield her Master had put on, she couldn’t masturbate to relieve her sexual tension!

Sophia and the Giving of Thanks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 12th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.

Sophie and the Robo-fuck Pods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story.

Part One

Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap.

Southern Hospitality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading!

Part 1

I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear " I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come." Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here….

Space Babe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you.

Chapter 1

I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE!

Spring Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

Starting a Life on His Own

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The story is in solid fantasy realm; do not try this at home! Things in here go well beyond what would be humanly possible. See my personal information for more on this Fantasy’ thing v.s. reality…

Starting Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I used to write a lot but haven’t done for years. I was recently inspired by a friend to get back to writing, and so this is my first attempt in a long time. I realise I have slipped accidentally into present tense in a few places - hopefully this is not too off putting.

The story is about a married D/S couple with a relationship that has lost its passion due to everyday commitments (as relationships do) and the decision being made that it needs to be fixed.

Stone Gardens Incarceration System

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a description of a fictional system for incarcerating and reforming criminals. I tried to create a system that completely controls every aspect of a persons existence. The most intense bondage experience possible.

Incarceration is a massive expense for any modern country that wishes to maintain justice, peace and order. The main goals of incarceration are to prevent recidivism, act as a deterrent to potential criminals and protect public safety.

Storms Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: More to come :)

Part 1

The previous night one of my friends storm had come round, we watched a few movies and eventually fell asleep, nothing happenened but we had a good time. In the morning a parcel of mine came and storm was still here. I wasnt sure what it was so i bought it upstairs to where storm was still asleep.

When she woke a few minutes later, i had completely forgot about the package as i had started watching tv, she noticed it and asked what was in it, i told her i didnt know and chucked it to her to open. As i continued to watch tv she started opening the box.

Stowaway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stacy swallowed hard as the door hissed open. She had to do it. They had made an agreement. This was the only way. She took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Apart from the light flooding in through the door behind her, the room was pitch black. It was difficult to tell how large the room was, or if there was anything in it. Stacy took another deep breath. The only way to go was forward.

Stress Retreat Clinic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All is not as it seems at this twisted retreat as one female patient soon discovers…

Phase 1

I checked into a Stress Recovery Retreat in order to get a handle on my frazzled life. After registering, I conveniently bypassed having to meet other guests as I was escorted to my room. I was surprised at the comfort and decadence of the room- then again, this whole retreat was catered to be stress relieving, right? After getting adjusted, I made my way to the clinic room for my first analysis.

Stress Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a world where virtual reality rules supreme, Casey uses an artificial double to safely suffer through some of the worst tortures a woman could ever experience. She loves every second of it.

Warning: This story contains very extreme, over-the-top depictions of BDSM and torture. It is a work of pure fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Casey lived in a world where virtual reality ruled supreme. Centuries of technological advances had allowed computers to become capable of replicating practically any sensation the human body could possibly experience. Simulated cyberspace was nearly indistinguishable from reality. Everybody owned a virtual reality headset. It was practically impossible to function in modern society without one.

Study Tape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/05/23): Thanks for all the positive comments! I was not as sure on chapter 4, but gave it a shot and hope some of you like it. -Al B

Chapter 1

The cruel experiment otherwise known as high school was almost over. There were only six months left until graduation and I had few regrets. Most of us were already 18, and on our way to college. I was also well on my way to becoming valedictorian, and though I had been skinny and short and made fun of a lot in ninth grade, this last year I had grown 3 inches and also filled out in other ways.

Sub Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story your feed back is encouraged!! If positive feed back, I will continue the story.

Update (06/17/11): Second installment in the story, I will continue with positive feedback

Part 1

The sub woke up one morning tied to an exam table. The sub wondered how it had come to be in this predicament, but knew it ultimately was not his to question. After all, it had been in the service of the madam for some time and the sub did not possess any free will to question her judgment as to what the sub was due.

Sub-Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another quick burst of my fantasy, intended to get me back into the mood of writing. I’d love to hear any constructive criticism, as well as any ideas for future sequels or even separate stories.

He heard a splashing sound deep down in his head, which told him that he’d been lowered into the water, or rather dropped into it. The sensation was strange, he was floating for sure, he felt it, but he didn’t get wet; he didn’t feel the water on his skin. He of course was well aware of the latex layer between his skin and the water, but that didn’t prevent his brain from getting confused and playing tricks on him.

Subbie Hubbie's Exam

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not a typical genre for me and is my first attempt at both “first person” and F/m. The story was inspired by recent circumstances that forced me to have a physical exam performed by a female doctor (long story). This is purely fiction, folks, written in four parts for the enjoyment of those on the site who are into F/m.

Update (2012/02/09): Final segment in this story. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please submit comments via comments section or to me directly at mrhungry56@gmail.com. Thanks, Darios

Subinatrix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this story to flesh out a fantasy where a guy meets a submissive girl who is aggressively looking for a man to dominate her. It grew far beyond my initial inspiration but I am very happy with how the story turned out. I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot of ideas left for a sequel that I hope to share some day.

Chapter 1

Subinatrix: Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Subliminal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I posted this a little while ago on another site that doesn’t have any space for comments. I’d love to hear what you all think about it. As always, thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing and reviewing the story.

Give your boyfriend a blowjob tonight

I stared at my screen a moment before hitting ’enter’. I was planning on testing out my new iPhone app with something a little more like wear a red dress tonight, but somehow I found my fingers typing in a somewhat more exciting command. Whatever, it probably wouldn’t work anyway.

Sugar Daddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”.

Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place.

I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down.

Suicide Couple

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time

Part 1

I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes.

Supemarket Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

“Not a single sound from you, is that understood? I hear anything from you and I will leave you standing where you are. Is that clear?”

I nodded my assent, I knew my Mistress too well already. Even though this was our first real face to face meeting, we had communicated a lot online and I was already very used to following her instructions. Once she had told me to be silent, Mistress would tolerate nothing other than absolute silence until she said otherwise.

Swashbuckler’s Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She stood on the small deck protruding out over the bow of her ship, watching as flames engulfed the second vessel. Screams could be heard despite the distance between the two large sailing ships. A smile of contentment appeared on her face as she saw the flames engulf the mass of the other ship, and the charred remains of their Jolly Roger float away on a gust of wind.

The remainder of her crew, those unlucky enough to stay behind for this excursion, busied themselves with the task of bringing their ship closer to the soon to be lost vessel. As they approached, several of them broke away from their tasks to retrieve the abandoned lifeboat floating nearby. It was an easy, familiar task for them to hook the empty boat, attach the anchoring ropes, and haul it up alongside the larger ship. The task was accomplished without needing to slow the ship as it descended upon the chaotic scene ahead.

Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Emily’s New Life.

Emily heard the dull hum of a high powered fan as she stirred. Her head still throbbed with what felt like the worst hangover she ever had, and her mind was clouded with fog. The first sensation that reached her recognition was a burning pain on her wrists, still painfully stretched even now.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized that her body was being held taut… vertically. She quickly regained her footing, lifting the body’s weight from her wrists. Looking up, she realized that her hands were cuffed together, hanging from the ceiling of an empty windowless room by a single chain.

Tables Turned

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie

As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.

Taken

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged.

UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted !

UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email.

Taken to the SS Ranch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Taken

It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him.

Tamara's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…”

Taylor's Poker Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always loved the idea of bondage poker, and I hope it isn’t too complicated. Please, comment away, and let me know if you want me to continue. It could very well end here, but I would also like to explore Taylor and the Lady as well if you guys think that’s a good idea. Thanks!

Prologue

Taylor slowly pulled her shirt off, taking her time not to give everyone watching a show, but because she was so worried about it. She had never been in only underwear in front of someone else, and yet here she was, stripping for her three friends.

Teaching the Ropes to Each Other

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance.

Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen.

Terran Farms - Best Milk In The Galaxy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The bad news: Earth has been conquered by invading aliens.

The good news: They have a taste for human milk.

Full Story

Prologue - Rise And Fall

The battle for Earth was lost before humanity even knew it was being waged. The Vacarian scout shop that stumbled upon our solar system had found an otherwise perfect planet teeming with pesky intelligent life - mildly dangerous, but nothing they hadn’t dealt with before. It took only a few days for the Vacarian scientists onboard to develop and deploy the virus that would doom humanity. It was fast spreading and entirely symptomless, except for the fact that it rendered its victim sterile after a few months. The plague was stealthily seeded in the largest cities on each continent and then the scout ship continued on its way.

Thanksgiving Secured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: He wants to try the chair. But it turns out to be a mistake

My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax.

The Abduction of Amanda

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this a milder more in depth version of a another story i wrote called taken and sold. if enough people like chapter one i will hopefully publish chapter two but that’s down to you folks as i am new to writing and only want to make what others enjoy reading

_Update (2012/11/16):* this my second attempt at writing a story a milder version of my take nand sold working into it more gently hope you like it better than my first attempt. Remember some parts may sound strange but they were written in game form to be descriptive to my partner player over e mail.*

The Abduction of Amanda 2: Taken and Sold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This my third posted story under my bondage modeling name this time as I model for bound Kathy and friends and on fetlife.

The way it is written may seem strange but please bear with me i have done it as i would replies to the online game i play from my perspective as the story is based on a game my hubby ran

Chapter One: The Abduction

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Arcade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

James stopped at the food court to grab a burger on his way to the arcade on his break. He was still munching it as he stepped into the strange, dark world of Buck-A-Fuck, starting down the center aisle looking for a vacant right-side-up mouth.

They had recently remodeled the arcade. Everything – the stations, the walls, ceiling, and vinyl floor – were all matte black with only dim lights in the aisles. Every second station on each side of the aisle presented an ass, thrust through and trapped in place by the large openings built into the wall. In the unoccupied stations, small but brilliant spotlights focused on the available holes from above and below to show what was on offer, twin spheres of flesh framing the welcoming slits and puckers, their skin seeming to glow in the darkened room. The holes glistened with lube.

The Black Dress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it.

_Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.*

Chapter 1

I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear.

The Bookworm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman’s journey from being a wallflower.

Prologue

A bookstore.

The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation…

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Bull

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well.

s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle.

The Capsule

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online)

Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”.

Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured.

The Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Savanna finds an advert for a unique chair on the internet. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she aims to acquire the chair. Little does she realise that she is leading herself to become its unwilling occupant and slave to its owner.

Part 1

Savanna loves surfing the net looking for rare items. She has made a tidy profit from buying and selling these items on eBay. On a new website that she has never seen before she came across a torture chair that looked simply ingenious and it caught her interest immediately. The item was advertised as a unique one only item but had to be collected and it was going for just $10. The seller indicated that he had inherited the piece and just wanted to get rid of it.

The Chastity Corset

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko

Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think.

The Circus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up…come and see the Circus…the greatest show on earth…

Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town…the daring young man on the flying trapeze…the roar of the crowd…the ringmaster…the fearless lion tamer…the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint…this is the Greatest Show on Earth…

Gasp at feats of the acrobats….be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower…this is Barnun…the traveling show…with a gypsy fortune teller…the exotic rubber woman…this is magic and mystery…Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill…performing ponies and dancing bears…excitement, thrills and spills…the experience of a lifetime…watch the parade of dwarves…visit the freak show…gawp at the bearded lady…the tattooed lady…laugh at the tears of the clown…

The Coincidence

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The Convention

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a fairly lengthy story I have been working on. The story itself serves as the introduction to the first character of what I hope to develop into a small series of stories. Having now taken a short break after writing 28 chapters, I am reading back and questioning some of my decisions. Because of this I have decided to post the first nine chapters, the ones I am happiest with, and solicit any suggestions or advice for where readers think the story (or series) should go, or improvements to what I have. Please comment or e-mail me your suggestions. Enjoy!

The Curse of Queen Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell.

The Dancer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft.

_Update (10/28/11):* Enjoying this so far, hope you do also.

Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.*

Chapter 1 - New Purchase

Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley.

The Day!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As usual, this is fiction. It is 1rst person because, well, that is the view point character. “I” gets capitalized if it begins a sentence. Oh, if you read this on another site, good eyes. I’m the author that submitted it there.:) The bondage is almost secondary to the power exchange.

i await her. The damn Chastity Device is off and i’m rock hard but these restraints mean i can’t do anything about that. She knows it. She loves the irony. She loves my suffering. i love her for loving my suffering.

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Doctors' Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device.

I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking.

The Dominant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

The Dominatrix Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading!

The Equal Opportunities Officer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. If people enjoy the story I’ll write sequences - Chapter 6 is already in preparation. Actually the story is just getting started. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - The Company

Everything just went so well! But it had cost me a lot too. For the last 5 years, I had earned my degree in psychology with the addition to gender sciences. When I have a goal, I pursue it without regard to losses. I wanted to continue my mother’s life’s work and promote the equality of women in German society. Immediately after my final university exams, I was offered a well-paid position by a renowned Software company, whose supervisory board had committed itself to promote women in the company.

The Factory

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first story I’ve written - so be nice! Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

When Jessica came to her head was foggy. As she took in her surroundings she tried to clear her mind to remember the events that had led to her being in the predicament she was now in.

She had left work a little later than usual, around 5pm and began her usual walk to the train station. She had her headphones on full blast, like every day when she made her journey, she hated hearing the outside world and preferred to be lost in a world filled with music where every word had a meaning and told her a story. It stopped the boredom more than anything.

The Fox & The Scholar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A strange little tale. First piece I’ve ever posted anywhere. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

It had been too simple. She had watched the scholar have his home built in her woods almost half a year ago, fists clenched in envy. The scholar’s property was immense, high walls of stone and sprawling gardens of loam and lush that made her quiver. She had tried to put it out of her head. Finally, she gave in. She could eat from such a garden without such things drawing notice surely? Why should she not? It was her forest she smouldered and her tail tensed like a briar at the thought of some stranger eating rich fowl by a crackling fireplace as she huddled under a fir and gnawed on pinecones mournfully. It had been too simple. A single green-eyed jump from the overhanging willow into the stranger’s gardens under the veil of moonlight. She picked herself up and stood suddenly weary. The walls startled her as they flickered and danced with bright shapes all around her like a constellation of fiery snowflakes. She covered her eyes with her arms just before the shapes flared like exploding stars in her eyes. She felt fine gravel greet her as she fell like a bird stunned by a thunderstorm.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this 3 part sci-fi spoof we go back to the 1960s, when the forces of UNCLE (The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) were battling the evil THRUSH Organization. Our heroine, April Dancer, was recruited by UNCLE right after college. In Part 1, April goes through a rigorous 90 day probationary training period, which included the UNCLE Torture Chair Test and a water torture test. When she passes, April enthusiastically participates in UNCLE’s bizarre recreational sex program. In Part 2, April takes part in UNCLE’s Field Exercises. She is captured and tortured by members of a lesbian women’s team. After the field exercises conclude, April and her friends are kept for nearly 24 hours and forced to play lesbian bondage sex games. In part 3, April and her best friend double cross 2 of the lesbian women and trick them into a night of heterosexual bondage sex. April must endure THRUSH’s latest weapon, The Fucking Machine! Finally, April becomes a hit in UNCLE’s Playroom.

The Good Education

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror.

The Halo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/02): In the previous episode my fiancee, Angel had made me shop lingerie. It turned out she intended me to wear the panties. Despite having four leather cuffs secured with super glue and a chain hanging padlocked from my left ankle I managed to get the upper hand. Now I’m pushing Angel towards our basement torture dungeon to deliver a good old spanking.

Part 1

We had been living together for almost a year and I had never heard my fiancee use the F-word. Obviously my suggestion had shocked her.

The Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The Honeypot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”.

Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now.

“Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored.

I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom.

The Housekeeper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time!

Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

The Hunger Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sci-fi bondage story based on a very popular book and film series. This is my first story on this site, so please give as much helpful feedback as possible in the comments. If you like this I’ll probably continue writing in another part. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Kat was woken by a harsh, repetitive beeping sound. Opening her eyes, she saw that the sound was coming from a small red timer, counting down second-by-second. 58… 57… 56… 55… Kat was very confused. The last thing she remembered was talking to a tall, shy man in her student coffee shop. He seemed pretty friendly, his name was Kevin… or was it Keith? Anyway, all she could remember after that was a stinking cloth being held to her face the moment she walked into her flat. The dull headache and sense of nausea in Kat’s stomach slowed her waking, and she struggled to take in her surroundings. The timer appeared sideways in her vision and was floating, seemingly impossibly, in mid-air. Light from the opening of what appeared to be a cave hurt her eyes, and she could feel mud and stones against her left arm and bare ass. She attempted to reach out to touch the timer, to somehow stop the piercing noise in her now sensitive ears, only to find that her wrists were locked together behind her back. Looking at her naked body, she noticed a thick metal belt around her abdomen, with a large black button at the front. She could just about see that her wrists were encased in some sort of hi-tech bracelets, as were her ankles. Suddenly her senses came to life as she started to panic. Where am I? Who bound my wrists together? What does this timer mean? Is it a bomb?! 16… 15… 14… Kat sat up and squirmed away from the red display as best she could, covering her lower body in mud, until her back was pressed up against the cold rock wall of the cave. 6… 5… 4… She closed her eyes, hearing the last beeps 3… 2… 1… 0… Her arms flopped beside her as the cuffs released.

The Hunger Game Part II: An Exchange of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is the sequel to my original story, ‘The Hunger Game’. Below is a brief summary of the plot so far for newcomers, however I recommend that you read the original before starting this one. The story is set several hundred years in the future. Here’s the plot so far:

Kat, the main character, is abducted, and wakes naked in the wilderness, with metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a metal belt with a large button. She discovers that she is in some sort of ‘game’, run on points called ‘Arousal Points’, or ‘AP’, which can be used to buy food, ’time’, and a way out of the game. To obtain these Arousal Points she must sexually stimulate a slave. To obtain a slave she must simply press the button on their belt. This will give one hour of control (more time can be bought). Once a slave is under someone’s control, they can use a diverse voice-command system to materialise and control hi-tech bondage equipment, along with various other toys.

The Immigrant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

I wrote most of this story in about a month, then added the last few chapters over the next couple months, and now it’s been two more months and I can’t write another word of it. I will probably never finish it, I’m afraid. I’m not even sure what the appeal was in the first place. Do note that Gagged Utopia does not have a “transgender” tag, so consider this it. This story doesn’t take place in the real world or any particular fictional world. Feel free to email with any other feedback, although I rarely check my inbox, or leave a comment.

The Impalement of Mistress Simone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress Simone is a real person and this is a fantasy she has. The Author originally wrote this story for her and is now publishing it to fulfill her fantasy.

If you liked this story or have any feedback please write to me at: www.torquemaster02@hotmail.com I enjoy the feedback and it helps to make me a better writer. I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I did writing it.

The Interview (2018)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An updated and extended version of a story from 2017…

Part 1

Will Jackson sat in the black Lincoln Town car pulling up to the posh brownstone on the Upper East Side and thought back to how he’d arrived at this moment.

“Sandra, I’m really tired of dead-end relationships,’ he’d said to his former girlfriend over drinks a few weeks earlier. “I know we couldn’t make it work, but every time I open up to a woman it seems she can’t get away fast enough. I make good money, I’m not quite 40 and I’m really fit. I want to be with someone who’s smart and creative and emotionally present and at least as kinky as I am. Isn’t there anyone out there for me?”

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment.

This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!))

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: A Conversation

“Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language.

The Kidnapper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

This one looked too good to be true. Short blonde hair, long shapely legs, a derriere barely covered by the tiniest of cut-off jean shorts, and breasts pouring out of a low cut halter top. And then there was the most perfect thing of all about this one. She sat cross-legged next to a broken-down BMW on the Ocean View Road ten miles out of the city and two miles away from anyplace USA. Lisa had seen some open invitations before, and had taken advantage of her share, but this one…! This one was just too good to be true.

The Kidnapping of Jennifer and Dan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!!

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Long Road Ahead

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Been reading stories on this site for years and thought I would try to write my own. I’ve never been much of a writer, but what the hell, right? It’s all in good fun.

Chapter 1

“This place looks as good as any,” Caleb thought to himself as he pulled into the truck stop around 2 a.m. He had been on the road now for nearly three days, having been assigned to take the goods he was hauling from San Diego, California all the way to Boston, Massachusetts. Caleb had dropped out of college six years ago after failing most of his classes sophomore year, and had taken on the truck driving career, thinking it would be a good way to see the country.

The Loving Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty.

So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/

Chapter 1 - Prolog

My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?”

The Male Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Mask

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis:

Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware.

P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me.

“For they have seen the King appearing in power

As a god who lives on his fathers

And feeds on his mothers

The Object of His Affection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wouldn’t exactly call myself a writer of erotic fiction, preferring to engage in lighter fair. However, there are times, late at night, when a particularly odd idea will formulate in my head. These are those odd ideas come to light. Mostly, my tales will tilt towards the erotic horror, the story twisting somewhere dark in the final chapters. Though, I will admit to the romantic. Occasionally I go there and put forth something with more substance and emotion.

The Oculus Mirror

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Prologue

The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn’t stumble. Soon he came to a row of shops and entered the one with the sign ‘Antiques’ hanging above the door. Walking into the room he took a look around and noticed something amiss. The clerk came out of the back room and spied the old man and said, “Hello Herr Brunner, how was your lunch?”

The Penalty Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

The Perfect Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: True Story, first of many

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real.

I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time.

Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived.

I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Power of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well.

Chapter 1

On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family.

The Price Of Fantasy (The Chastity Diaper 2)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Domina here! Now, this is a story I’d been wanting to write for a long while, and finally got around to doing it justice! You see, there’s another story here on GaggedUtopia called The Chasity Diaper by Jakie Fox. It always spoke to me deeply, but there was so much about the story itself that didn’t resonate with me that made me just want to rewrite it. In addition, someone had commenting asking if anyone out there would take up the mantle and continue the story. So I’m doing both! This story can be treated as a self-contained experience, or, if you want more, later you’ll be able to follow this poor character’s life in a branching story! I don’t have the logistics worked out quite yet, but depending on how much y’all love this piece, hopefully we’ll see it soon. <3

The Pro-Form 9000 Treadmill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Many thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

This story is a sequel to The Gym, though it could be read on its own.

You’ll notice a distinct similarity to Susan’s Exercise Bike, posted by Green Particle quite recently. I swear this is not just blatant plot plagiarism. I wrote the entire story and sent it to Bethany for editing before Green’s story was posted - you can verify with her if you want! I was a little dismayed to see that my idea would not longer be original, but then figured, hey, great minds think alike. Green Particle - keep up the good work!

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Synopsis: Sub paul answers an online request for a slave boy addition to a Dominant Couple and agrees to the terms that the Sadistic Mistress Katie set up for him during the initial meet and subsequent weekend play scene with her Dominant husband Sir. He learns the hard way what it means to be a NO limit slave to his two new Dominants.

It was Monday night and I was attending to Sir in his home office. He had bound me in a service position to him, kneeling with my arms pulled back behind me so my wrist cuffs were secured to my ankle cuffs, and my head tilted back in front of him. Sir was face fucking me again through a long hard oral session, giving me lots of deep throat practice as he repeatedly held my head tight to his groin forcing his hard cock down my throat! His orgasm was slow in coming but I was soon rewarded for my efforts when he groaned and his cum erupted into my mouth! Sir cautioned me to swallow it all and to not spill a drop, even in the drool as he pulled out of my abused mouth. I quickly swallowed two or three times, all the while trying to tongue the dripping wetness from his withdrawing cock.

The Punishment Session

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/17): Some more corrections

Part I

It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging.

The Sensual Academy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a minor offshoot of The Hotel. This story will stand alone, but will have more context if The Hotel is read first.

Prelude

My name is Fatimah bint Mahmoud bin Abdulaziz Al-Fulan - my Master calls me Teema. I was his ward until I reached my twentieth birthday. The reason that I actually reached that date, is due to his kindness in keeping me safe from a certain set of relatives in my native country. My parents were fairly important government employees in the foreign service, and we spent most of our lives living in some embassy somewhere in the world. During that time, I picked up fluency in almost a dozen languages.

The Service Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true.

It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her.

The Shed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a multi part story, that I write when I can’t sleep. I plan on having multiple parts across time, featuring Alicia as a PI and as a naive space adventurer. If this receives enough attention, I may begin working on it in the day :) Also, this isn’t by any way supposed to be historically correct, so just excuse any silliness/unrealism in the writing. I did my best to keep it plausible,however.

The Shelter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Where do I start? … well, my name is Helen and I work as a Bond trader for a US investment bank in Canary Wharf. From losing my virginity at 15 I’ve always been promiscuous, my early years spent discovering the joys (or sometimes not) of teenage sex. At 22 I was introduced to bondage by a boyfriend’s father. To this day I’m not sure whether the incident was planned or a genuine opportunistic event, but it changed my life forever.

The Shy Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Models needed to demonstrate new clothing line for large convention.

Mary fired off her application to the job posting, hoping as she always did that this would be her lucky break. Her lack of success thus far in the modeling business had been frustrating. She had the looks, her friends all agreed on that. At five-foot-eleven, her thin but curvy body and striking face never failed to turn heads wherever she went.

The Sissy Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back, hope people enjoy it! I know it could be longer and more detailed, but i quite liked keeping it short.

malcom stood outside the bar for a moment composing himself, his nerves were threatening to consume him and ruin what had been months in the making. One of his hands unconsciously fell to his side, tracing the strap of the suspender belt he had been commanded to wear that evening. His instructions from Mistress were clear, go into the bar a 7pm sharpe, find a free table, order a lemonade and wait. With a sigh he walked into the bar and followed Her commands, his cock straining in the plastic chastity cage that had gripped it for the past month, denying him release from the sexual frustration he bore.

The Slippery Slope

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There aren’t enough male on male stories. I know they are not popular but submitting to a man interests me so I have used some real experiences and some imagined in this story. If you are offended by anal sex then I am sorry. I felt it added something to the events I am about the describe. All comments welcome.

Chapter 1 - Online Training

I have been interested in bondage games for a long time. It all started when after a long marriage my ex-wife and I were looking for ways to spice up our love life. It was then that I realised that I enjoyed being tied up and controlled. When the divorce happened I was free to start my voyage of discovery. My first attempts were tentative but I did not get any enjoyment from self-bondage. What I wanted was to let myself go totally and let someone control me.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Spider and Her Fly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story ever! Much like my unlucky protagonist, I’m a 26 year old submissive male from Brooklyn. I’ve been reading BDSM stories most of my life and finally sat down to write one, please let me know what you think!

Part One: The Trap

Well this certainly throws a wrench into things, Mark thought. He had just found out that his roommate was moving in with his girlfriend, leaving him all alone in a Brooklyn apartment that he could no longer afford. He had only just moved to the city two months ago, after his girlfriend of three years had left him, and he was finally starting to attract some clients as a freelance web developer. Despite being educated and working all through college, he barely had two dollars to rub together after paying for food, rent, insurance, and student loans. Everything else he wound up spending on Vanessa, who seemed to be the only person capable of bringing a smile to his face at the moment.

The Stamp Collection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first submission, although I have sketched out a number of incomplete stories involving trickery of some kind. All criticisms and suggestions welcome, especially on style of writing.

Chapter 1 - The Chastity Belt

Ann and Mike had been happily married for fifteen years, except for one small problem. Her ability to achieve orgasm had been declining and now it was virtually non-existent. Their experiments with sex toys such as a vibrator had so far been unsuccessful, not because she didn’t respond to it, quite the opposite, she was too sensitive. She said that when the vibrator touched her it was like being unbearably tickled. It was too jarring and unsettling, making her quickly push it away.

The Surrogate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

The Switch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write from a male perspective, please be kind !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, it was always the subject for my masturbation sessions during puberty, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it.

The Switch 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Follow-up to ‘The Switch’

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. I actually struck lucky when a girl, Jenny, agreed to let me tie her up if she could tie me up and, after some early adventures (see “The Switch” for details), we ended up living together.

The Sybian Duel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction -

Hi, my name is Katherine, but my friends call me Kat, NOT Kate, and not Katie, and not Kathy, but just Kat. I turned 18 about 6 months ago, and graduated from prep school a few weeks ago. I’m bored and as horny as Hell for a good sexual adventure, as are my other girl friends. I’m 5 feet 10" tall, 125 pounds, with a well toned athletic body and long long lean legs topped by 35" hips. a 22" waistline, and I wear a 36C bra. My hair is a long lustrous shiny dark red, and I usually style it to curl around my breasts in front, and deep green eyes. I have 3 other BFFs. We all live on the same block, and have been friends since elementary school or sooner. First is Meagan, who lives 2 doors east of me on the same side of the street. She is probably the most personable of our lot, standing at 5'8", about 120 pounds, long curly brunette hair, penetrating deep brown eyes, super legs, a waist as narrow as mine, flaring out to 34"-35" hips, and a 36B chest. The houses on our block are all 3 story monstrosities, on huge lots, with a basement, and servant’s quarters on the 3rd floor, and usually a built-in elevator.

The Torture of Choice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Training of Tape-boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Berlin had always dreamed of dominating Kade and today was going to be the day that she did so. As she got out of the car and walked towards his garage, she was concious that her vest was pulled down low enough to show a little cleavage - just enough to arouse him.

Kade looked up as she came in. He grinned. She was so damn sexy that all he could ever think about was having sex with her. A lot of sex with her. He thrust out his chest; his open shirt falling back a little more to reveal more of his tanned torso. As she slunk up to him, he glanced at the little bit of cleavage that he could see. ‘Nice,’ he thought.

The Transfer of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you.

_Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!*

Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02)

Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away….

The Ugly Duckling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. Please be kind.

English is my first language so grammar errors are my responsibility. However, be aware that for dramatic effect I have intentionally ignored certain sentence structure rules.

“Guilty!” reported the judge as she banged her gavel.

No! Can’t be. What? Were the first thoughts that cascaded through my head.

It’s funny what you think about when you go into a type of shock.

The Unicorn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part one in a series I want to continue. It’s only my second story and I hope you like it.

Introduction

I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds were all the movement and noise this time of day allowed.

The Wedding

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To the two hundred guests, our friends and family, the wedding looked like any other. Well, perhaps a little nicer than most. I came from money, and the venue was our family home in Vermont on the five thousand acres of forested hills. The June weather had cooperated and the backyard was beautifully done. The bridesmaids were in emerald, full-length dresses, the groomsmen in morning coats. The backyard’s old gazebo had been rebuilt and repainted. It was quite lovely.

The Wedding Gown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted.

After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills.

The Wedding Planner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I apologize for borrowing the title from a Jennifer-Lopez-Movie. The writing style is different from most stories in this archive. Or maybe not. The Wedding Planner will be continued.

First Sequence

138d (Prologue)

Lights, camera, ACTION …

No, this is not a movie. But suddenly, there’s light, brightening the room. Shanaa squints. It takes half a minute for her eyes to adjust. For the last few hours she has been sitting in constant darkness. But that’s not new for her. The last month taught her to be patient.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-)

I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story I started telling someone about a fantasy of theirs. It mixes a few different scenes into one. I started writing one night and just kept working on it. It was enjoyable to write and hopefully as enjoyable to read.

Part 1

Mary was a graduate student studying biology and worked in a local lab researching different species of bugs collected from around the world. She was single and despite a few online dates and random blind dates through friends, she was looking for something deeper in her life. Mary was a professional girl and at 25 she knew what she liked. She had a collection of toys including vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and gags. She just didn’t have someone to play with. She knew she needed to learn more about herself as well. She was too shy though to open up. She never has trouble getting dates and is quite attractive. Standing 5'6" with reddish brown hair, green eyes, thick lips, and cute dimples and freckles that she knew would bring a man to his knees when she smiled. She had C cup breasts that matched her grade A ass she worked so hard for at the gym. She had gained a few pounds to her athletic frame, which was due to not playing soccer as much as she did in college but was still in great shape.

The White Rabbit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

The Wrong Chat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: please leave a comment and tell me what you think. That is my first story and I’m happy for any reflection. If you like it, I will write more (maybe you have any tips for me?)

Chapter 1

How could I get in this situation? How?

Before I describe my situation to you, I will start with some background information.

My name is Christina. I’m 19 years old, from a German speaking country and started to study business law last semester after finishing my school. Many guys describe me as a very sexy, beautiful young girl. I have long blond hair and a “normal figure”. Ofter I hear that they mean that I’m a sportive person or so, but in fact I never trained. For that I search for a flat in the town and migrated there. It was only a small one: one bigger room that is used as sleeping room and living room at the same time, the entire room including the kitchen and a small bathroom.

Therapy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story was translated from the dutch to the english language, so I hope, the sentences and phrases do not sound to artificially

Part 1

Times had changed. The most female cat-burglars, Jana knew or had known, had left the business or retired and left the city. In this city, women had always dominated the breaking-and-entering-business. They went into the mansions of the rich and took what they wanted, while men always stayed in low numbers. Thank god, Jana thought, because men couldn’t control themselves. They broke in to many houses and steal to many things, so that the police couldn’t ignore the problem. Women knew, how the keep the attention away. Especially now, with only a few left.

To Love & Obey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: Assume the Position

I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time.

To Please a Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The scene had begun, but nothing was happening. The camera hovered over me, its lens glinting as the zoom was adjusted. So I made a show of struggling, of pulling against the restraints, of pouting in despair. As if I needed to struggle to know I was stuck. Thick iron shackles encircled my wrists; these were chained around a metal bar, which was bolted into the floorboards at both ends. My ankles were likewise shackled, their chain wrapped around the very same metal bar. I stood doubled-over another metal bar, which was bolted to two vertical bars, which in turn were also drilled into the floor. The horizontal bar against my navel held my legs straight, ass naked and exposed, pussy dripping with arousal.

Tom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the result of my first attempt at writing something like this, and was mostly written on a tablet, so there might be the odd mistake here and there, for which I am sorry. It is not based on a true story, but on a true fantasy. I hope you enjoy it.

I had been waiting for this for a long time.

“Are you sure about this?”

Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The night started off with Gwen telling me she wanted to play. She told me that she was going to make me cum in ways I’ve never dreamed of. As a sadistic switch, I have begged her for years to truly test me. She had never been comfortable truly pushing my limits though. As I would find out later, tonight was going to be the night that changed!

“The Ritual that you so elegantly laid out for me to follow is yours to follow tonight!” She said as I was walking to the bathroom. “Also, I want you to edge yourself before coming to the bedroom. Don’t cum. Period. If you do, there’ll be hell to pay. If you walk in here with a soft dick, you won’t get more than a chaste peck on the cheek for a month!”

Torture Boy Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Trevor Foster was, in many ways, kind of a stereotype. He was a tall, heavyset black man with the kind of muscles that he earned through hours in the gym each week. He was loud, quick to laugh, and not afraid to get into a fight when the mood struck him. He was a linebacker for his college’s football team, and he had a scholarship riding on what would hopefully be his career.

Torturing the Newlyweds

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Laura and Logan, associates of newlyweds Seth and Rose, decide to interrupt the couple’s honeymoon with a surprise visit. What would have otherwise been an uneventful weekend in the woods becomes something much more painful and intense.

Laura and Logan stood together in the kitchen, each with a glass of wine in hand. They have a newspaper spread open on the countertop in front of them. It was flipped over to the announcement section on the back page. There were the usual number of deaths, but there weren’t nearly as many weddings, and it made the section announcing Seth and Rose’s marriage all the more noticeable.

Total Darkness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession

Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since.

Tough Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help.

Part One - Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.

Tourist Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories.

Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn’t make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn’t know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there.

True Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Alice. I come from a somewhat well-off family and just finished my 2nd year of college. I have decided to take a break over the summer and maybe do some traveling. Being a Korean but born and raised in the States, I was thinking of visiting Korea since I have never been there. I had plenty of time to think about it so I decided to sleep on it.

Truth or Dare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done!

Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them:

Try Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos.

Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him.

Tuesday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide.

Two is Better Than One

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences.

Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day.

One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up.

Uneasy Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

She wakes up, slowly regaining consciousness, feeling like she had a long hard night that made her sleep until the afternoon.

Right away she feels the overwhelming pressure from inside of her. The pressure is so high it doesn’t remind her of anything she’d ever felt before, almost painful but most of all like she is going to burst. Also she feels very hot but there’s no sweaty feeling or wet clothing on her skin. She pulls off the covers, trying to turn the heat down.

Unexpected Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve!

Prologue

I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required.

Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery

It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of

Unexpected Find

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Tammy, a very educated 24 year old lawyer (soon to be married) had an awful verbal fight with her handsome young 23 year old boyfriend. She decided to get in her car and go for a ride to clear her mind. While driving for nearly 15 minutes, the rain became a monsoon and caused her to veer from the road and end up in a ditch.

She began walking in the torrential downpour when she noticed an upscale community with multi-million dollar homes. As Tammy came up on the neighborhood she noticed one home that was still lit up it was already 1:00 AM and she saw the mailbox with the name of Mrs Joan Caldwell. Nervous and wet , Tammy figured she might as well knock on the door and get help and also get out of the rain. Her cell phone she forgot back at home and what good was that doing her now. Tammy softly knocked on the door when a woman in her mid 60’s came to the door in a robe and asked how she could help. Tammy explained her predicament and asked if she could contact her boyfriend by using a phone to call him.

Uniforms

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I decided to write this story to tell how two entirely separate interests – my love of bondage and my boyfriend’s love of women in uniforms – combined to form something much more powerful and exciting than the constituent parts.

My name is Gayle Travers and I’m a red-headed Welsh woman. In this country, that is a dictionary definition of ‘feisty’ – or, as we say here, stroppy bitch with attitude. When I was growing up, all my heroes were feisty women – on TV, in films, in books, in comics – and they were strong, assertive and independent, right up to the point where they were caught by the baddies (usually men) and tied up. In some cases, they escaped on their own but in most cases they had to be rescued by the hero. So when I was a kid, I always wanted to play with the boys and get tied up. If I managed to escape, that was great, I’d basically won my battle against the baddies. If I didn’t manage to escape, that was great too, as I had to suffer whatever punishment or torture they chose, whether it was tickling, being left tied up for hours or, on one memorable occasion, being lightly spanked.

Vegas Captive

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A regular visitor to Vegas thinks he has discovered his perfect playmate

Brian, at 5'6" tall, 170 lbs, late forties, takes a trip to Vegas once a year. He flies out on Thursday morning and flies back home on Monday. On the weekend visits, he likes to bet on college and pro football games during the day, take a nap, and then visit one of the many strip clubs available at night. He usually brings about $1,000 to bet on football, and around $4,000 to play with the dancers. He never takes credit cards to the clubs, knowing he would spend way more than intended if he brought them.

Violet Lovedoll 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her.

As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here.

Virtual Conditioning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Virtual reality has become one of the fastest growing fields in the computer science industry. The technology is so advanced that the latest models are capable of simulating nearly anything, enough to make the game world all but indistinguishable from reality. The Sherbrook Institute uses the latest in cutting-edge VR to offer almost any erotic experience imaginable. Anything, no matter how hedonistic, sadistic, or immoral.

Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter Bonding

We're In Trouble!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome.

Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee.

“Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way.

Welted Royals and Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hard bdsm

In the year 2026, after the economic collapse,the second civil war, limited nuclear wars and a myriad of natural disasters and nuclear power accidents, North America once again had a semblance of organization. A number of independent kingdoms had arisen alongside brutal territories ruled by ruthless warlords of both sexes. New Pittsburgh was a well defended kingdom where a large measure of culture and civilization was still preserved. Although the successor to its ailing king and the continuation of his enlightened rule was very much in doubt. Prince Eugene and his brother William were incorrigible louts who had spent most of the latter part of their 19/18 year old lives disgracing their father and the crown. Queen Charlotte had died suddenly and King Jon had a new Queen. He had recently married Arabella. She was a beautiful and cultured newcomer to the Kingdom. Her equally beautiful 18 yr old daughter Samantha was humiliated and harassed by the kings sons till Arabella elected to send her away. Her anger against the cruel,spoiled boys was barely held in check by the good natured king.

What Happens in Vegas....

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story.

Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire

Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing.

What We Always Wanted

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed!

Part 1

“So tell me why you want to suck my cock.”

I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it.

Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave.

When I Died A Million Times

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What if in the after-life you pay for your sins by living the life of a cosmic slave caste? This is an esoteric experiment, silly, and nothing to take too seriously.

Chapter 1

When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me.

When Rivalries Turn Ugly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds.

Why I Love Sunday Morning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another one from me. Hope you enjoy it. That’s all I wish for.

Part 1

Sunday Morning.

I love Sunday mornings. This one is a lovely sunny still day.

It’s the sounds of it. The warmth of it too! The sun is beaming in through the upper bedroom windows warming the house.

I know its doing the same through our patio windows as I can feel the warm air rising up the staircase.

Willing Surrender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back!

I. Countdown

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be.

Woof!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A charming Englishman and his faithful Puppygirl Bonnie avoid the trials and tribulations of their small-town Montana neighbors.

Please email me with ideas and opinions. (Constructive preferably, but even if you hate it I’d like to hear your opinion). I plan to make this a series if there is sufficient interest

Chapter 1 - Exposed!

“Woof, woof” Bonnie scampered across Mr Lansdowne’s lawn, her perky little bottom high in the air as she chased after an unknown smell. Her nose inches from the ground, she paused and sniffed the edge of the rose bed before chasing off sideways towards the clearing.

Work Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An improbable but fun little work story I started. As usual I welcome your comments, ideas and critique.

Chapter 1

My friend from work, Jack, had called me over to visit him urgently, and I was not sure why. He had been alluding to wanting to show me something important for a while though, so I decided to go over, since he only lived a few miles away.

Yet Another Shop Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Unrealistic premise? Check. Unfathomably naive ‘victim’? Check. Tricksy sinister fetishist? Check. I do believe I have fulfilled the requirements for a fetish shop short story, and hopefully I did the trope some fresh justice. Dedicated to all the writers here who wrote the fun and sexy shop stories that were the inspiration for this one.

Rory Baker owned a fetish shop. It had been her favorite dream during her horny teenage years. Oh, to be surrounded on all sides by sensual and erotic clothing and toys! To share that heady pleasure with the blushing submissives and braggadocious dominants, to revel in shared naughtiness and unspeakable fantasies! Upon getting her first extracurricular job she had started saving up for it. When her other friends had started going to college or getting married, she had picked up another job and even started camming for that extra bit of money. Her parents did not approve of her intended line of work, so all she saved was all she got. Their excuse: besides being lewd and crude and completely sinful, it was a long shot, unfeasible, too risque and niche, especially for this part of the country. So, naturally, Rory had dedicated 100% of her spare income to dream no one else believed in.

You Deserve Every Stroke!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun.

The First Day

“You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!”

Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip.

Ahhhh!

“You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!”

Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation.