Analplay

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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...