Bodymod

Author's Note: a lady challenged me to write a bit more from the woman’s perspective. I gave it a thought and this plot came up. A lot less bondage then I normally have, yet what Myrna experiences is not quite voluntarily. Still drifting in that half mood of being awake and asleep, Myrna felt some tugging at her ankles. Hmm, that must be Fred, that mysterious yet delicious new colleague who had seduced her last night. His lovemaking had been soooo nice, she still felt like glowing….. until something cold snapped at her ankle. ...

Author's Note: Synopsis: Seven young women develop intense D/s relationships. As the story develops, the level of B&D/S&M will increase along the way. Chapter 1 - At the Bar The Esquire buzzed with activity as Peaches pushed through the door. A sea of male eyes followed as the redhead sashayed across the room. Her blue spike heels helped to give the illusion that her shapely legs went on forever before ending enticingly at the hem of her denim miniskirt. ...

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word - Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up! I was disgusted with her. I would spend a lot of my time planning a bondage scene very carefully and then get in character for it in black leather skirt, matching tightly belted jacket and my Mistress boots with heels THAT high and then before I was half way finished I got the signal to stop. Now what is the use of having code red signals if you don’t immediately react to them? I always had. ...

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor … Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com Before allowing Angelika to leave his apartment, Sam had dressed his slave doll in a white cashmere baby doll sweater and a tartan skirt that barely covered the tops of her white fishnet stockings. The nature of her outfit made it necessary for the girl to be incredibly cautious and take very small steps as they walked from his car to the elevator and then from the elevator to the Doctor’s office. Even though Sam has her wearing what he refers to as “fuck me mules” that have five inch heels and offer almost no ankle support, Angelika hasn’t dared sit down at any time during their consultation with the plastic surgeon. Allowing the tips of her garters to be seen by anyone other than Sam would be cause for her Master to keep Angelika severely restrained and in total darkness, completely isolated in the apartment’s hot and stuffy storage closet for at least 24 hours. ...

Author's Note: Who hasn’t considered a little cosmetic enhancement? This fanciful story is about a cute young woman tricked into becoming a wanton sex slave. Day One “Miss, umm,” the doctor glances at the papers on her desk, “Miss Shimizu, you must understand that this procedure is experimental. We have obtained permission to begin tests on humans since our tests on animals were not harmful in anyway and show great promise.” The woman tilts her head down a little, lowers her glasses farther down her nose to look at me carefully. She looks like the kindly old family doctor, perhaps sixty years old, gray hair in a short bob style, warm smile. ...

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story. _Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while* Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back……. ...

Prologue Lerrin watched as the slightly built woman left his office, her long auburn ponytail bobbing behind her, and the worn leather satchel carefully cradled to her side. The girl, he believed her name was Ellywick, was a recent hire of the Arcane Brotherhood, and utterly forgettable save for the fact that she was a gnome in a city primarily dominated by humans. He’d learned that she’d earned her job as a messenger through relentless persistence. Before she was hired, she’d arrived on the steps of the Wizards’ Tower every morning when the other couriers were dispatched, listening to where they were going, and consistently arriving earlier than whichever one was sent to the furthest destination in the city. She was pretty enough, he supposed, in the pixy-ish way of her race, standing somewhere less than four feet tall though proportional to a slender human, unlike the squat dwarves. She had deeply tanned skin and delicate features, though he found her to be nothing remarkable. If she had any feature that stood out, it was her vibrant green eyes, wide and doe-like. ...

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why? “Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.” I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective. ...

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. ...