The transformation was amazing. Nora had always been beautiful. Distractingly beautiful. But there had always been something, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, that darkened her. It was her soul. A self serving, almost evil soul that bled away her beauty. I saw it from day one, but Oscar, rich, old and lonely Oscar never saw it, even after he married her. He never saw it until he walked in on her sucking off the cabana boy in the pool house. ...
Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned. This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure. ...
The sun was already beginning to warm the field behind the small, isolated cabin, burning off the cool and dew of the morning. The door opened, and a couple stepped out of the rustic cottage. They were both in their mid-twenties, obviously fit, similarly attired in cargo shorts, t-shirts and open-sided walking shoes. He was a full head taller than her, shirt and shorts loose; his exposed legs and arms displaying a wiry muscularity, hair shoulder length and dark brown. His attitude was enthusiastic, eyes bright and eager. ...
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. ...
Author's Note: This is a complete story I was a 23 year old adventurous man who loved life. I had been a college athlete who loved competition, but now having graduated, I had thrown aside my old sport and tried to find new endeavors to stimulate me physically. I was also fiercely independent. Because of that, I rarely had a girlfriend for more than a few weeks. I loved girls, but they always wanted to tie me down. They had the genetic need to nest and I certainly didn’t. It also mean’t that I didn’t have a lot of close friends. My friends from high school faded away when I went to college and my friends from college were already starting to fade away now that we had graduated and they had moved on to careers. I had a sister who had come out as a lesbian and moved to Portland Or. but we rarely spoke and my parents both passed away from different illnesses 4 year ago. ...
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. ...
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? " ...
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. ...
Author's Note: This is my first story. It has an open ending, and I might write a sequel when I get some free time and more good ideas. Amy went to the shop to buy a leather coat. The shop sells a wide variety of leather items, even some strange ones, and they aren’t separated much from the ordinary ones. Items are ordered so randomly that she has found the perfect coat near the leather corset, something resembling the corset but smaller and differently shaped, and a strange bag-like item that she couldn’t figure out what could it be. ...
Author's Note: I love feedback! Any spelling/grammatical errors? What do you/don’t you like? And, most importantly, what would you like to see Sarah train Elyse for? Let me know in the comments below! Chapter 1 If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d sign her away six months of her life for some weird BDSM ashram-type situation, Elyse d’Amour would have laughed in their face, slapped her knee, told them they were delusional, then ask them to leave so she could finish whatever episode of reality television she was currently watching. ...