Bondage

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so) Chapter 1: Rebecca Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements. ...

My name is Sarah and I am an art major in my third year in college with my boyfriend that is also an art major but in photography. I stand 5’ 6” with C-size breast; brunette hair at upper back length, my figure is slim and very sexy. I thoroughly enjoy standing in front of my full length mirror admiring my sexy curves and smooth skin. I also am the captain of the volleyball team, swim team and cheerleader for most of the other sports I am not involved with. My first experience with bondage came with my last boyfriend that became a complete jack ass and left me for some dyke. That’s neither here nor there. This is about that bondage desire and need that I was too nervous to tell me current boy friend about until… ...

I was startled awake by the wooden crate opening. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I saw the still pissed-off face of my Mistress staring down at me through the cage bars. Last night I was caught (again) attempting to pleasure myself through the openings in the steel chastity device I was locked into. This time she finally had enough of my disobedience and, as punishment, decided I would be spending the night securely locked away in the basement. So, after ordering me to strip, which I did immediately, she fitted me into a latex strait jacket. It had purposely been purchased one size too small so as to make it extremely uncomfortable when buckled. She made sure to pull the two leg straps extra tight and my painful grimace brought a sinister smile to her face. Next came a pair of steel police ankle shackles and an extra large ball gag. The gag was a harness style and she made sure the straps that buckled around my head were also pulled extra tight. Despite the fact that there was no chance of me removing them, she still placed small padlocks through all the locking straps on my straitjacket as well as on the gag, more for effect than to prevent escape. She then padlocked a thick chain to the steel collar already around my neck and, with just a nod, beckoned me to follow. Keeping up with her as we climbed down the two flights of stairs from her bedroom to the basement was difficult, hobbled by the short chain, but angry as she was, I knew better than to do anything but stay closely behind. After all, the last thing I wanted to do was to give her a reason to be any angrier. ...

Author's Note: This is chapter one of a forthcoming novel about the BDSM adventures of a female artist abducted in southern France. Chapter 1: Abducted The afternoon quiet had settled over the provincial town of Aix-en-Provence. A bright Mediterranean sun was beating down on the Cours Mirabeau when she emerged from ‘Les Deux Garcons.’ Paula blinked at the glare as and walked off, a little unsteadily after a luxurious lunch with the gallery owner. They had celebrated the end of a very successful 10-day exhibition. Almost all of her exhibited work had been sold. Each day she had spoken to very interested potential customers. One of them even had talked about a commission to decorate his villa in Antibes…. ...

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life… 1. A Victorian Evening… ‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’ ...

Author's Note: This is a complete story. I met Ashley Atkins when I was just 22 years old at a lakeside bar. She was absolutely fucking hot. A ridiculous bubble of an ass, a tight waist and perfect full breasts that she almost always had on display. Her face was straight out of a princess catalog but with a bit of an evil tinge to it. She fell head over heels in love with me almost immediately. I’m not exactly sure why because I never reciprocated…at least in reality. I fell into the habit of saying I love you too to not hurt her feelings and lose the chance to continue to fuck her. Because in addition to being absolutely fucking hot, Ashley was also absolutely fucking crazy and crazy chicks are always great in bed. ...

The crime: My name is Jessica and I’m writing a story about my crime and my time in prison. It all started back in July of 2025. I recent law had been passed that all sexual crimes are treated differently from other types. Special prisons were built to handle these types of offenders more severely to keep our public safe. I was in a relationship with my partner Katie. We had been together for 5 years when she decided to cheat on me. She met a girl named Charlotte at a bar while I was on a business trip. When I got home a day early to surprise Katie, I found her in our bed with Charlotte. Katie never showed me her kinky side but Charlotte was handcuffed to the 4 corners of the bed while Katie ate out her pussy. ...

Author's Note: This is the first chapters of a two part story Part I - March 29-2017 There are times in one’s life, that a simple decision to take a much-needed trip turn out to be more than one asks for. That doesn’t mean that the original intention of taking that trip was ill advised, or that the measurement after the fact is nothing more than playing a Monday Morning Quarter Back after the Sundays Game, it just gives one the ability to Ponder Life’s Destiny and Life’s Meaning. ...

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best. _Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.* ...

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell. ...