Blackmail on Utopia Stories Library

A Controlled Life

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

Author's Note: I welcome all feedback (negative and positive). Thanks.

Forward and Disclaimer

The devices, programs, gadgets, toys, apps, and websites in this story are real. The use of their brand names and products allowed through nominative fair use. The potential for them to be used in the ways they are in this story really does exist.

Research has been conducted to ensure the accuracy and efficacy of these items to make this story as realistic as possible at the time of writing. I apologize for any updates, changes, modifications, or changes in availability of any these items that will render their capabilities to vary from that shown in the story. The characters here are fictional and any likeness or similarity to real people is purely coincidental.

A New Prenuptual

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

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.

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.

An Unexpected Visitor

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

Author's Note: Please email me with any feedback. I am an amateur writer and have no bdsm experience. Thank you

I had been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn’t in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6" tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to herself.

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.

Anita

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

Author's Note: This is my second attempt - now with a serial. Comments are welcome. As english is not my mother tongue, also comments on grammar, writing etc.

Part two will follow as soon as possible.

Part 1

Anita stood in front of the large, black, latex-covered four-poster-bed and smiled. It was an evil, almost devilish smile as she watched her victim squirming in agony on the latex-covered mattress.

Karla, the “lady of the house”, was a 45 year old blonde, almost two meters in height, not really slim and with some endless legs and rather large, double D breast - and at the moment, she laid there in front of Anita, completely stretched out in an extreme spread eagle position, with white, crotch - high ballet boots at her feet and legs, a far too tight metal chastity belt around her waist, a white latex corset (which was presumably also far too tight, as Anita had put enormous effort in lacing it up as hard as she could - and a bit more) around her torso, a cruel rope harness around her large breast, clover-clamps at her nipples and a white latex hood (also being tightly laced up), which only had two holes for the nostrils to provide the possibility to breathe, at her head. To be precise, the hood also had two eyeholes and a zipper for the mouth, however, at the moment, the zipper was securely shut and the eyeholes were covered with eye-patches, which were held in place by press fasteners.

Audrey's Roommate

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

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a long term story, check periodically for updates

Katie waited for her roommate Audrey to leave the house, then closed her bedroom door. Unfortunately she didn’t have a lock on her door, but she knew Audrey would be gone for at least a few hours.

So Katie went to her dresser and pulled out her fuzzy handcuffs, the kind with a safety latch so she could release herself whenever she needed to. Then she pulled out her vibrator, ballgag, and bondage tape and laid down on her bed.

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.

Blackmail

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

Author's Note: This is part one of the story. Part 2 is currently being written. Enjoy.

Part 1

I was sat at in my office at my work desk, idly wasting time going through the vast amount of pointless corporate emails that are sent on a daily basis. About 90% of these have me automatically clicking on the ‘delete’ button. I figure if it’s that important then the sender will ensure that I receive the message. With one eye on the emails and the other at the clock counting down the minutes until I can close down the computer and go home.

Blackmailed and Exposed

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

I made an appointment with Mistress for Wednesday it was now Monday and I was instructed to pick up a few things I was told to go to the local adult store I was to pick up a large butt plug and a ball gag, then pick up red or black matching panties and bra along with matching stockings covered with matching slip and top. I was to be checked in the hotel by Friday at 4 P.M. dressed with the ball gag on and I was to be tied to the bed. I was to have my legs out as far as possible and with my hands out tied as well. I first laid out my toys I was to have the door cracked open I then put on the ball gag and laid out on the bed pulling my legs out as far as I could I tied them.

Blackmailed into Slavery

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

Chapter 1

It was a hot July day and I had the house to myself for the day. My mom and step-dad were out visiting his family for another few days and my step-sister was going to be at work for many more hours. We live in a narrow row house where I have the whole top floor as my room. I thought this would be a perfect time to try out my favorite new hobby, a little self-bondage.

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.

Busted by Max

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

Author's Note: First part of a saga. I got started and it kept going, and going, and going. . . I wanted to post what I have so far to get some feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

Part One

Steve hated getting called into work on his day off. He was hoping to spend the day with Max his current partner and pet. Steve was a K9 officer with the local county sheriff and Max was his latest partner. Steve’s previous dog had to be retired after biting the throat of a worthless drug dealer. Steve was back at duty at the international airport. Although Steve and Max usually spent most of their time sniffing around in the cargo section, the K9 unit was occasionally supposed to come upstairs and patrol the incoming passengers of international flights. So Steve and Max spent the majority of their time this morning walking up and down the lines of people waiting to go through customs. If Max would show an interest in someone, Steve would signal the customs agent and they would scrutinize things much tighter and conduct a physical search of their baggage. It rarely happened, but the system worked pretty well. Max had never had a false hit so far and was really subtle in marking someone.

Caught in a Predicament

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

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation.

After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual.

Chastity in the VIP Room

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

John was a regular at the local Gentleman’s Club. The manager, bartenders and many of the dancers knew him by name and he felt very comfortable there. All the employees knew John’s routine–he would sit on the same stool in front of the big-screen tv and order a Bombay martini. After he ordered the second drink he would invite one of the dancers to be his “date”, buying her drinks and eventually going to the back room for some dances.

Cindy, The Belted Nymphomaniac

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

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied.

Danielle's Revenge

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

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

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.

Direction of Destiny

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

Chapter 1

As Laura turned off her car, she breathed a sigh of relieve, closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. A simple four hour drive down the highway had turned into an all day nightmare of bumper to bumper traffic due to one major construction delay and two different accidents. Coupled this with the past several days of being away from home at high pressured business meetings meant her nerves were now officially frazzled.

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.

Don't Go Into The Basement!

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

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome.

Chapter 1

“Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table.

“Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage.

“I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied.

Drive Through

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

Author's Note: This is a true story, with only the names changed.

The dare was quite simple: “Go and collect a drive through takeaway for the gang dressed only in underwear of the opposite sex. Guys: dress in bra and knickers/thong, girls male boxers only.”

It had started as an office night out. My three sexy secretaries in their early twenties, me (the new office manager), and old Bob (my predecessor). I had just taken over the department and it was a way of Bob handing over the office to me. I wasn’t sure it was appropriate but Bob said it was a company tradition.

Exchange

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

Author's Note: A fantasy story by one who loves soft, thick fuzzyness.

Chapter 1 - Curiosity Travel

He jumped off the bus at the supermarket, and walked the last bit, out of the little sleepy unknown town, along the peaceful country road as he had been told. It was a bright and chilly morning in September and after walking a mile or two without having seen or met a living soul, he saw the farmhouse, or more a mansion-like building in a hardwood grove on the left side of the road, just as described.

Executive Privilege

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

Something had to be done about Dominique Steele, and Harry Nickles had to do it.

As the CEO of MarketTech, Harry was responsible for controlling his vice president of sales. True, Dominique’s take-no-prisoners approach had not only kept Harry’s mid-sized software company alive, it had given MarketTech a respectable market share in an industry where the big dogs ruled and the little pups knocked each other out fighting over the table scraps.

Fast Girls

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

Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach!

It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain.

First Day at the Office

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

On her way to the office Mistress had stopped for coffee and a pastry at her favorite shop. Slave Ron - which she wrote as slaveron - was left outside, his apadravya ring fastened to a fence with a padlock, the chain hanging down. Having no choice, he stood quietly waiting, staring at the wall.

“Is that really your penis in there?” a girl’s voice asked.

He couldn’t see up, or even at normal eye level, but his view downward was unobstructed and he could see a hand pointing to the flexible stainless steel tube that enclosed his member, with its gleaming cap pierced by a D-ring, his apadravya ring. He couldn’t turn his body very far - and his head not at all - but shuffling around as far as he could he was able to see a teenage girl connected to the hand, with two more girls behind her. Just their bodies, he couldn’t look up far enough to see their faces. The neck corset with its struts prevented him from nodding or shaking his head and his permanent tracheostomy and the tube in his throat left him unable even to grunt, but he could bow from the waist.

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 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.

Get What You Ask For

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

Author's Note: My first try at a story.

As I looked around I could see glints of sunlight starting to come into the cave. The night had been chilly and the cave was damp. Still I wondered when she would come back to get me. Also, I wondered how the hell I got myself into this predicament.

About a year ago my wife, Leslie, was offered a grant research position at a remote location in a wilderness area in the northwest Rocky Mountains. She told me that the position was a three year commitment with an option to extend at one year intervals. Since she was the bread winner I told her that I was good with it if she could stand being around me 24/7.

Jade

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

Author's Note: I have ideas for part 2 and part 3 of this story, if this part is well received I will have to write the others.

Part 1

I had been visiting Jade once a week for about 6 months, but had to cancel the last couple of appointments at the last minute, due to work problems - she had not been happy and had sent me a few text suggesting I was a time-waster and a few other things.

Jeynna's Trial By Fire

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

Chapter 1

As Jeynna walked into her room, she felt something was not right in her sanctuary; her place for meditation, practice and preparation. Jeynna looked around, trying to remember why she was here. Her head started spinning, the room was spinning, and the floor was rushing up to meet her. The last thing going through Jeynna’s mind was “I hope the floor is insured because this is going to leave a mark!”

Kara Turns the Tables

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

Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change.

Kathrine's Afternoon in Bondage

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

Katherine stood in her closet, carefully considering her clothing options. She was currently wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her already aroused nipples were standing out proudly underneath the thin filmy material.

She could hear Carl moving about downstairs, getting his own breakfast, and grinned maliciously. If he only knew what was on her agenda today he’d flip!

Katherine and Carl had been married only a few short years when she first discovered his secret life. He’d always been putting off various things she wanted to do, always with the excuse that he had to work late.

Kim Finds Trouble

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

18 year old Kim was home alone for the weekend. Her mother had gone to help out a friend.

By the time night had fallen, Kim was bored out of her mind. She was on house arrest for shop lifting so she could not leave the house and was not allowed to talk on the phone. After cleaning up the house she was looking for something to keep her busy. While looking around she noticed the attic door and decided to have a look. She found some old boxes with old clothes and papers, and a lot of old junk.

Landlord Nightmare

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

Part 1

Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples.

Lea and the Digital Friend

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

Author's Note: This is the 6th 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 got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was making it harder and harder for people around the world to find jobs even as the world produced more goods and services than it ever had. He figured his daughter might as well have a shot at programing some of the software and machines that would make it harder for her to find work when she gets out into the world.

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.

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.

My First Sub

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

I am Seduced

It was a summer of firsts for me. My first sex, my first discovery of the beauty and excitement of bound women and my first submissive woman. But I am getting ahead of my self. The story begins with summer break from high school when I was sixteen.

Like most kids my age I was torn between wanting to earn some money and wanting to just kick back and enjoy the long lazy summer days. The perfect opportunity came when the school announced a program sponsored by the American Legion for young kids to earn money by being handymen for women whose husbands were off at war. The idea was that we would spend one day a week at each woman’s home, mowing the lawn, weeding flower beds, touching up paint. Whatever needed to be done. I signed up to work three days a week and was given three addresses.

My Horrible Fate

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

Author's Note: This story has been published in slightly shorter form at another site a few years back. I have written a few pages of part 2, but when and if that will be posted is anybody’s guess ;-)

English is NOT my native language - so please don’t be too hash about spelling and such…

Part 1

Friday 26

Trembling, and trying desperately to keep myself from crying, I waited, as ordered by my wife Ulrika. I was precariously balancing myself on top of the insane, nine inch stiletto-heeled, four-inch platform shoes. My feet where pointing straight downwards in a kind of ballet stance, but I dared not even think about sitting down, even if my “clothes” had permitted me to do so. I did not even dare to lean against a wall, despite the fact that my poor feet and legs where literally shaking and throbbing with pain. The kitchen was dark, only lit by a weak 15Watt bulb over the sink. Laughter and small talk from the adjoining dinner room drifted in trough the closed door. Suddenly the sharp light from the row of overhead tubes flickered into being, illuminating the large room with their blue-white glare.

Owning the Mayor

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

Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.

Payback

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

Marilyn admired the pool boy’s tight, six pack abs as he hosed off the deck. She caught him stealing glances, longing glances, at her long, shapely legs, whisper slim waist and massive, battleship breasts. Marilyn delighted in the attention as she shifted in her lounge chair, giving him a better view. As she did, the sunlight sparkled off the mirror steel disk at her crotch. Marilyn was naked, save for metal plate at her pussy and nipples that locked her sex away.

Paying to be Blackmailed

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

How did this happen to me. I’m handcuffed spread eagle to a four post bed wearing a black leather catsuit, blindfolded, and have no clue when I’m going to be set free, or what time of the day it is.

Tyler and I met in an internet chat room. I’ve always had a fetish for bondage, being tied up, and bound. He told me that he had experience keeping someone bound and offered to fulfill one of my fantasies. He asked me about myself and I told him. I’m 32, a vice president of a corporation, pretty tall, about 6'2, 195 pounds with really short brown hair.

Penalty Clause

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

When Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills.

The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge.

Promotion

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

Chapter 1 - Rise and Fall

This started out to be such a great day, Rebecca was thinking dismally. Since the big meeting didn’t start until after lunch, she had slept in past her normal 5:30 alarm before starting her morning workout. She took extra time enjoying the hot shower after shaving her legs touching up her neatly trimmed patch of hair that remained above her pussy. Feeling excited, and just a bit rebellious, she had selected a garter belt, black silk stockings, and a matching lacy black thong/bra combination to wear under her favorite suit.

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.

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.

Seagull

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

I admit it, I’m horrible at meeting men. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but they never last. Most of them turn out to be creepy slobs, and I regret ever giving them the time of day. Not to pass up an opportunity to find “Mr. Loveable”, I checked out the internet scene. Months went by with only my many failed attempts to show for my efforts. Everyone seemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even asked me my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I started chatting with a local guy who called himself “Seagull”. He seemed pretty exciting. In not too long, we got wonderfully hot and heavy through Instant Messenger. He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, which I acted out. As I was bound and waiting for my release mechanism, he would text to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wanted to get to know him so much better. After a lot of cajoling, I finally managed to convince him to meet, but he wanted it to be perfect, just as he envisioned it. His terms were that:

Self Bondage Nightmare

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

I am a small girl, 5'4’’ and 100 lbs, with long legs and ample breasts, a shaved virgin pussy 22 years old and live in a small town in Illinois. My name is Megan, and we keep it at that for now.

I have been interested in self-bondage for as long as I can remember, and once in awhile I like to have a little bondage time to myself. I make situations that I cannot get out of for a long time, literally forcing my self into bondage for some time. Usually I am “spending the weekend with some friends”, but I am really in an old barn that is not in use, down by a creek on my families property. I found it with some friends, but they forgot it instantly. I have made it livable, scrounging up a bed, refrigerator and some little things. Once over spring break at age 19, I spent 3 days hog- tied. I was in there, and had set a timer to turn of the lights in the day and close the blinds on the windows during the day, so had to wait 3 days for enough moonlight to undo the combination that bound me.

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.

Ssshotguneagle

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

Author's Note: The main fictional character is based on a real character. I decided to do this because I felt it would’ve been weird to use the real character as the protagonist. Nevertheless, it shouldn’t be too hard to see the similarities, that’s if you are aware of the real person’s account. This is my first attempt at writing, so please feel free to criticize. Harsh or good, it doesn’t matter. I will be writing more chapters in the future. This is a story I plan on finishing one day. Thank you.

Steel City

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

Author's Note: This is version 2 - A rewrite of the original to address the valid comments given about the story. The story line is about the same, but the details are considerably fleshed out and the last half is a major rewrite.

The official positions and the historical events discussed in this story may exist or have existed, but the story characters are not based on, nor do they represent any actions by any actual official.

Taken...

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

Author's Note: Playing online gets me in deep trouble.

Part 1

It all started as just a game. i logged into a forced feminization chat room and portrayed myself as a slave being punished by my Mistress. Saying She had instructed me to enter this room for 5 minutes and obey any command given to me. It seemed harmless and exciting. How stupid could i have been. Instantly i began getting messages for me to strip and show my ass and my face in various poses. There was one in particular who led the show. He forced me to put on lots of makeup and lingerie and pose myself as a sissy slut begging for cocks to serve. Everything was done on cam. i was naked spreading my ass and on display. After the 5 minutes were up, i left the room still getting messages from everyone who participated im my degradation. It seemed harmless and fun to portray myself and get so much attention. Then, It happened!

Terminal Bliss

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

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Author's Note: A story written some time ago (A camera with film!) that I found recently and still enjoy.

“I can’t believe I agreed to wear this,” you say to yourself. The skirt is short, barely covering the curve of your bottom. You feel the thong pressing between your legs, never letting you forget it is there. The halter top, the bolero jacket. All do their jobs–barely. The heels are the last element of the outfit–high, curving your legs deliciously.

Thanksgiving Dinner

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

“You really could use a shower” said Sue as Bob walked into the house.

“I could really use a beer” Bob replied.

“No beer till you take a shower.” Sue blocked Bob’s access to the fridge.

“You really don’t want to get between me and my Miller Light” replied Bob.

Sue put her hands on her hips and stood her ground. “Shower! Now!”

Sue stood quietly in the shower. The endless stream of soothing, warm water rushed over her gorgeous naked body - in much the same manner it had the previous hour. Sue’s hands were tightly bound behind her back with a bright white piece of insulated electric cord, as were her ankles.

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 Blue Jeans

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

Part 1

Brad was delighted; she had invited him for dinner. Kat was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, who had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure.

Although eight people had been invited to dinner, there had been a certain spark between Brad and Kat and he hoped that the evening would give him the chance to get to know her better.

The Bum Box

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

Part 1

“Well what do you think?” Kate asked as she led Nicole and Dania into the cellar. The women looked at the heavy metal box that was no larger than 1.5 foot cubed. “Well how do you restrain someone in that?” Nicole asked disappointedly. “Oh easily” Kate smiled.

The box was made up of two halves with a join around the middle allowing the top half to lift up. It had a round hole in the middle of one side that was half in each part of the box. It also had a glass like surface on top.

The Case in the Attic

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

Author's Note: I don’t quite know where this came from…..I do not have a brother.. it just flowed over an hour of intense writing and lip biting….

Abby finished the description of the old lamp and clicked the submit button. The online auction site confirmed her details and the listing was complete. That was all she had photos for at the moment. She glanced at her watch in the dim light of the laptop which sat on the attic floor, still plenty of time till Dan was likely to be home.

The Estate Agent

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

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight.

The Game

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

Kelly’s head was pounding. That and where ever she was damm cold. Complicating matters was she was completely naked. She looked around. She stood in a white room with a molded white table and chair that looked like part of the floor. One end had a computer screen with one green and one red buttons under it. The other end had a series of red drawers. Twelve in all. Each drawer had a keypad. She remembered backpacking through Europe with her friend and stopping off at a little hostile/inn and then drinking too damm much beer. Her friend. Lynn was not in the room with her. Was she dead? No, she did not think so. Where was she? A mental ward? No, at least the would have given her something to wear. The screen beeped. She read what was on it.

The Honey Trap

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 Honeypot

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

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”.

“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 Itch That Could Not Be Scratched

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

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author!

SISTER’S DEVOTION

Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks.

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 Lawyer

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

Part 1

Brad was on the plane en route to New York, sitting next to him was his lawyer. Emma was typical of a newly appointed big firm law partner, very profession and committed. She was also very good looking he thought, as he discreetly looked at the woman sitting in the seat next to him. Even though this was a long haul flight, she was wearing a dark skirt suit, with a surprisingly tight skirt, and was sitting upright in her seat typing away at her laptop; Brad had put his away and turned on the movie hours ago.

The Librarian

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

Author's Note: I wrote this story originally under a different nickname but that one no longer applies. This story is a work of fantasy. The Human Guitar scene in here has been partially done irl and was created for a friend of mine at her request.

I had been working on reconfiguring the library computers for almost a week. I was getting near completion of the task and was looking forward to it because I had noticed a certain librarian there. She had looked very familiar to me but I couldn’t remember where I knew her from. It took me a couple of days to remember that she looked just like a woman that I had seen on an adult website. It was possible that it was just a coincidence but she COULD be the same woman. Sure she had different colored hair but that was done all the time. I got to staring at her while trying to work during the rest of the week. I hoped that she didn’t notice but I had to try to memorize her features so that I could check out the website and know for sure if it was her.

The Only Key

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

Part 1

The new girl who had moved into the house-share fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and was always well dressed, although usually in casual attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys. Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings with her and the other two housemates, Kate still didn’t know much about her – there was a certain attractive mystery surrounding her.

The Punishment

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

I moved out of town and it’s been about a year or so but where I moved from I have been seeing pretty much the same Mistress her real name Mistress Suzanne and we had a real good relationship but when I moved she did get upset but what was I to do. She was very good at what she did and mixed it up often I never really knew what to expect but it was mostly all good.

The Substitute

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

Author's Note: My first attempt on this site. Please let me know if you like it and how to improve.

She was beautiful of course and had no idea what was in store for her today. As a high school senior she would never look twice at someone like me, but I was going to have fun today. Being a substitute teacher can be rough some days, but the sights of girls trying to impress the boys with their tight jeans, short skirts, and low cut tops can be a nice distraction. Even better is when you can plan things to have a little fun with a specific beauty. I had been here a few times before and Allison Cohen caught my eye.

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 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 Visit

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

Author's Note: This is a silly little fictional story I wrote back in 2003. Suspension of disbelief will help. Hope you enjoy it.

I have been kinky for most my life, experimenting with self bondage at first, then chastity, then cross dressing in a limited fashion. It has really turned me on to be helpless, frustrated, and dressed in soft feminine clothing. There was only one thing lacking, and that was a big thing: someone else to play with.

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.

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.

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.

Unchecked Computer

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

Author's Note: Reporter Lets Her Fantasies Go Too Far.

THE VICTIM

She had done this a few times before, and she had two sure-thing safeties’ to prevent the unthinkable from actually happening. Thinking about the unthinkable, however, made her hornier than she had ever been before.

She was an investigative reporter for the FOX station in Chicago, but some of her stories had been broadcast nationally across the network. At 32, she was well know in Chicago and had a national reputation. The sky seemed the limit for the young reporter. Her work had been great, but she had made enemies. Her story had busted a big union kickback scandal, sending a few of their leaders to jail. She uncovered a rigged Fraternal Order of Police election. Her stories led to a clampdown on some organized crime related gambling operations.

Undercover Bondage

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

Chapter 1

Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

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

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

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

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

What have I Done?

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

After a busy day in the office Sharon finally arrived home to her large apartment on the 13th floor. Sharon was a young girl of 24 with blonde/brown hair and a slim body. Sharon was concentrating to much on her career that she had forgot about her social life. The boys always hit on her in the office or on the street, they all wanted her. They all wanted that tight pussy that’s between those sexy legs of hers, but Sharon had no time for all that.

Wingco Learns Her 3 R's

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

Author's Note: A mixture of reality and fiction. i’ll leave you to decided when one finished and the other started

Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!

Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we’d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day’s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.

Winry's New Mistress

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

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome.

Chapter 1

Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished.

Winter Break Distraction

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

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane.

Wrong Domme

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

Author's Note: Comments are appreciated. They’re fun to read, whether good or bad. :)

Chapter 1

Here I am padlocked inside of a cage that I barely fit into, wrists cuffed behind my back with tight black leather cuffs, my ankles similarly cuffed, and a ring-gag fitted tightly in my mouth. To make it worse the cage is in the corner of a basement that has been converted into a dungeon, which belongs to a professional dominatrix that I’ve never even met before. I’ve been in here for almost two hours now and being on my knees with my body bent over so that my face is just centimetres from the ground has gotten extremely uncomfortable. The black latex catsuit that I’m wearing doesn’t do anything to relieve the discomfort either. It just makes me hot and sweaty, especially with the weather lately. I have no hope or raising the top half of my body or moving around, so I just stay in this position. A leather curtain has also been draped over the cage creating total darkness and adding further to the heat. Here’s how I got here.

Z: Ownership

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

Chapter 1 - M Meets Z

M met Z entirely by chance. Her profile seemed direct, but simple. Very little embellishment and only a single picture. M had been casually looking around the site, his intent not necessarily to find anything or anyone, but merely exploration; to set upon a path of discovery to learn more from the “horses mouth” so to speak. He couldn’t foresee how such a simple profile could lead him down a rabbit’s hole that would completely and irrevocably change his life. Yet, there was something compelling about the simple statements in the journal that nudged him to make contact. Z wanted a subject to blackmail.