Bondage

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking. Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy “Violet! I’m back.” I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage. ...

It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside. ...

After a pleasant dinner (with a nice wine) at the colonial inn, Tom and I walked back into the park. The park was primarily a reconstruction of a village as it had been in colonial times. The park was closed for the night but there was nothing to hinder us wandering about on foot. As expected we appeared to be the solitary entrants. Aside from its “colonial” atmosphere it was little different from the parks we had frequented around our home town. Our evenings spent there were delightful as Tom would have me handcuffed to a tree, a pole or anything handy and stripped almost completely naked. I loved being helpless while he used his hands, lips and teeth on my body. It only took a few minutes of him sucking on my nipples or poking fingers in my pussy before I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Tom took advantage of my desperate need by forcing me to commit to letting him fuck me in the ass or letting him cum in my mouth and swallowing it all. Being completely helpless and exposed outdoors while his hands roamed all over me made me too horny to resist promising anything. ...

Author's Note: Over 20 years ago I read a story similar to this one. I decided to put my spin on it, and ad more to it in my own words. Kudos to the original story and it’s author. Today was Wednesday the day that Victoria goes out for her weekly stroll, pushing her baby carriage through the park and downtown area of the small town in which she lived. ...

Part 1 I had known Lois for almost 8 years. We’d been living close to each other when I was 24 she was 29. At that time she’d just broken up from her long-time boyfriend and we’d had something of a chemistry to say the least. It was absolutely electric. I fancied the pants off her, she had something about her that just made me excited and more, it was an immensely strong attraction… she certainly gave me plenty to think about. ...

Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story so please be kind. Any kind of feedback, positive or negative is very much appreciated! It was 10 years ago when I met my beautiful wife (soon to be my mistress) Lisa. We met through a mutual friend, and believe me the attraction was instant. I had never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life. She was 5'2" 110 lbs with long brown hair and hypnotic blue eyes. Our courtship was brief, and less than 6 months later. ...

Chapter 1 I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room. With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted. ...

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights. So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;) ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com Part one: “An extreme fantasy” ...

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. ...