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?” ...
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. ...
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! ...
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.” ...
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. ...
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. ...
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: ...
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. ...
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 ...
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. ...