Bondage

Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there’s interest in future installments, I’ll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow Part 1 Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn’t touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn’t tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage. ...

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget. Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church. ...

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: A mild tormenting Story Julie is my fantastic partner, we’ve been together for over six years. She has a lovely chassis and takes pride the way she looks, and I have the pleasure of that. Although we had a full sex life after six years the inevitable started to happen. Not really boredom because we always enjoyed each other, but a sameness started to creep in. Julie worked shift work and sometimes had a nap early in the evening before going to work. ...

Author's Note: A woman and her boyfriend playfully jockey for dominance. Lacey She woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. The sunlight beamed through the window to her right as its rays warmed her skin. She had left the window open to enjoy the warm night air and the smell of it as it wafted into her room. Now, during the day, the lukewarm breeze brought with it the light smell of the summer morning. She thought about what she might want to have for breakfast, and was excited about the dance rehearsal she had scheduled for today. ...

When you love someone, you meet them halfway. I’m a switch and she is my lovely submissive who doesn’t have a single naturally dominant bone in her body. We’ve discussed ways that my sub needs can be met, and neither of us are offended or opposed to the idea of opening up to others to meet them, but for right now she’s able to prove the old adage true. She meets me halfway, and it’s absolutely perfect. ...

They were planning for a quiet night. The only thing was, they each had different ideas of what quiet meant. You see, he was going to head upstairs and surf around on his phone. Perhaps look at some porn, respond to some work e-mails, fall asleep by 8pm. Her idea was completely different. She was leaving work, maybe an hour from getting home, when she texted him, “Hey dear. Can you do me a favor? Can you run to the store and grab me a nice bottle of wine? You can get yourself some beer… Make sure you’r back in the next 30 minutes or so.” ...

“Turn out the lights, and come sit,” she said, lying down on my bed, still fully clothed, going through her purse. Probably for a condom, I supposed. Why did girls always like it better with the lights off? I took one more look at her before I did so. She was such an innocent-looking girl. And very beautiful. She looked at me with black doe-like eyes that seemed full of childlike curiosity and wonder, almost like a little girl. It was funny to think such a thing when she was two years older than I was, and I was merely eighteen years old. Her face was smooth and flawless like a perfect sculpture, and also as soft-looking as a rose petal. It was perfectly framed by her dark wavy black hair which stopped just below her delicate shoulders. I remember stroking that hair, how smoothly my fingers could pass through. How she looked back at me when I did it. How much just looking at her supple moist lips made me want to kiss them. ...

Author's Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed my story! Chapter 1 The party raged throughout the cramped dorm, music booming amongst the tipsy cheers of the guests. Nearly three dozen students were present, exchanging immature banter and drinking recklessly. Kyle huddled in a small corner, smashing together every ounce of confidence in his body. Across the room, the alluring Zoe sipped casually at her drink. Zoe had attracted Kyle’s longing eyes in their first shared class and had occupied his mind ever since. For nearly three months he had attempted to summon the courage to talk to her but had chickened out at every opportunity. However, when he had heard that she would be attending a party in a nearby dorm, he knew that he would never get a better chance to ask her out. ...

Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic. But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie. Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our traveling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention… and a really great time in private. Friday night, after a full day of work and then the hassle of getting to the convention hotel, I spent probably too long hanging out and reconnecting with friends. It was late when I got back to the room, and I tried to be quiet, thinking Susan and Janie might already be asleep. When I got out of the shower, I knew something was up. ...