Bondage

Part 1 Recently I’d been in contact with a woman who runs a fairly popular femdom video site. She had advertised that private sessions with her were available at a negotiated price and after several messages back and forth we came to an agreement on a two hour session. I’d always enjoyed the videos she had posted, and I always found myself watching the same one over and over again. It was one of the more humiliating videos for a slave that I could remember watching, and it always got me hard as a rock. ...

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired. ...

Author's Note: This is a follow up to The New Way of Things by me (although I got a typo in my name first time round so you’ll find it under skavemalcom not slavemalcom!). Once again this is all a work of fiction, my Wife and I do a little chastity and bondage play, but nothing to this level. I hope people enjoy reading this, i enjoyed writing it. Chapter 1 – The 6 months that followed ...

Author's Note: Self bondage can be dangerous so please be aware of this fact. Please do not try to imitate the scene. A few weeks ago Peter measured, cut, sanded and made me a lovely long spreader bar for me to play with. It’s a thick wooden dowel rod five feet long with screw eyes in the ends and one in the centre of the bar. He painted it black for me and it has been drying in the garage all week, ready for me to play with. Now this spreader bar is only four to five inches smaller than me. So it would be a challenge how I was going to use it. ...

1 Greg’s front door was made of thick patterned glass that broke up the light, making it difficult to tell what was on the other side; but when Mandy rang the doorbell she noticed a splotch of tan color moving and knew someone had been kneeling in the foyer on the other side of the door. Obviously, Greg had tasked one of his slaves with waiting for her arrival. It was almost enough to make Mandy feel guilty for being so late-but not quite. ...

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery. Chapter 1 Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again. ...

Author's Note: Another story in the on-going “Foundation Chronicles” stories. A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat. Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize. ...

Author's Note: A short story intended to introduce a world that I hope to write more stories in going forward. This is a complete story describing the process of training a slave for the service of a secret organization called The Foundation. Chapter 1 Haley’s eyes fluttered open, her vision going from a grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focus. She saw only a cement wall in front of her. Her head was pressed against a hard backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around. ...

Author's Note: A strange little tale. First piece I’ve ever posted anywhere. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 It had been too simple. She had watched the scholar have his home built in her woods almost half a year ago, fists clenched in envy. The scholar’s property was immense, high walls of stone and sprawling gardens of loam and lush that made her quiver. She had tried to put it out of her head. Finally, she gave in. She could eat from such a garden without such things drawing notice surely? Why should she not? It was her forest she smouldered and her tail tensed like a briar at the thought of some stranger eating rich fowl by a crackling fireplace as she huddled under a fir and gnawed on pinecones mournfully. It had been too simple. A single green-eyed jump from the overhanging willow into the stranger’s gardens under the veil of moonlight. She picked herself up and stood suddenly weary. The walls startled her as they flickered and danced with bright shapes all around her like a constellation of fiery snowflakes. She covered her eyes with her arms just before the shapes flared like exploding stars in her eyes. She felt fine gravel greet her as she fell like a bird stunned by a thunderstorm. ...

Author's Note: Part one of my first story “The Friend Zone”. I have been working on this off and on for the past few months. Part 2 is coming soon. Part 1 It had been snowing bad all day and John decided to pull off to a motel for the night. He kept extra clothes and stuff he needed since he did live in snow country. He pulled off the exit, turned into the parking lot and walked inside to the motel. He was lucky, he had just got the last room available. John was about to walk out to the car to get his stuff when Lisa, one of his co-workers came in to the motel lobby, looking for a room. ...