Armbinder

Author's Note: This story was originally written by Clinton Crayle (“C. C.”) in the late 1970’s, and it was published in Bondage Life magazine. I edited and updated the original, and I am posting it with the permission of the original author. I’d heard about a new night spot in the heart of the Olde Towne district: “Shackles” - ultra-chic, ultra-kinky and ultra-in. My job as the highest-ranking female executive at HQ didn’t give me much time for leisure though, and none of my dates ever had the courage to take me there. So, I never went into the place… until the night my car broke down right outside. ...

Author's Note: This is a work of sexual fantasy. In no way does the author support the ugly reality of human trafficking. Everyone in this story is a work of fiction. This is my first attempt at a short story. Despite being my first language, English is not my forte so pardon my many grammatical errors. This isn’t the sort of story that I can ask those that know me personally to proof read. To be honest, it makes me wince a little to read. Not because of the dark sexual content but just the poor writing. It’s a bit silly but I’m grateful for the instant ability to publish that the internet provides. I would love to hear your comments or criticisms. ...

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story Chapter 1 Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by. ...

Author's Note: Quick and light story about a couple’s visit to a sex shop. My wife and I were visiting the south coast for a week, we’d both been working far too many hours recently and the time away was a much needed respite from the hustle of day to day life. Slowly we wove our way along the quiet quiet country roads, a sea view appeared here and there. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.* ...

“I am here to punish you and break your spirit, Making you feel just like the animal I know you are..” I press my boot into your back, shoving you into the dirt “I’m here to make you pant, Can you do that for me boy? Can you pant for me?” You don’t answer and I lean over to pull your head up by your hair.. “Did you hear me?” You nod and look down, I twist your hair between my fingers “Pant for me, Doggie.” I twist your hair until you pant loudly, just like a thirsty dog would do - I pet your head lightly “Good boy, Want a treat?” I giggle and stand up, I push you back down into the cold ground “Lick the dirt” I command, you protest “Lick. the. dirt” I press my boot harder into the small of your back until it starts hurting. You run your tongue over the dirty ground… I crouch down to watch you do it.. My hand resting on your head “Don’t rush it, I want to see you take your time.” You lick more slowly and I laugh evilly “I should have made that mud” I smile and pull you up by your hair, “Come on, Slave. I’m going to teach you how to behave when you’re with me.” ...

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. ...

Author's Note: What can you find in this story: heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retire­ment facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sym­pathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls. ...