Bondage

He was alone in a carpeted room. White walls, no windows, a single door directly ahead of the chair to which he was bound, a chair that itself had been bolted to the floor. He was naked, apart from the six strap suspender belt and sheer 10 denier black nylons she had cajoled him into donning. His erection was a bar of lead pointing up towards the single white light bulb over head. His wrists were securely behind his back, reams of rope subduing him, the same coil also securing the wrists to the chair itself. His ankles were lashed to each chair leg, and his knees were secured also. More rope was taut around his torso, keeping him securely in place. Last, a two inch ball gag with chin strap. She had forced it deep into his mouth and the buckle bit into the back of his head, whilst the chin strap was so tight that his mouth was forced down around the ball. She had taken particular delight in applying it, moments after a long lingering kiss that had left him wanting so much more. That had been two hours ago; in the interim he had heard her running a bath, soft music a gentle background embrace. One or twice he had heard her on the phone to friends, discussing the normal and the mundane, no indication as to what she done to her husband. Tonight was the culmination of several months since he had learned of her love of bondage and control. To her it was about the visual and the psychological. She had opened up and spoken at length about the sense of empowerment she experienced when he gave himself over to her. For his part she was the answer to every fantasy he had ever dared flirt with, a living manifestation of a women he feared would only exist in his mind. Only he had been wrong; she was the dominatrix he had longed for during those years alone. ...

Andrea shifted slightly on the sofa as her brother stormed through the door. Her eyes darted back and forth from the pages of the book she was reading to the out of breath boy. “Rough Friday, freshman?” “What?” Aaron asked, startled by the question. He had not seen his sister sitting there when he walked in. Quickly, the boy stripped off his lightweight jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair, and began to ascend the staircase leading to the top floor of the house. ...

Part I Only £200 for a bondage slave? Steve looked at the auction item on the web site! They can’t be serious. It must be a mistake. They can’t sell slaves over the Internet. Mind you, anything is possible these days. You read of far too much going on where people have been auctioned off, but that is usually some fantasy story the papers make up to sell their papers surely? But the reserve price had not been met yet! There was still another 2 days to go before the auction ended. It must be a misprint. Probably an original erotic painting or something! But the £200 had been there for the last 5 days. ...

It had taken some months, but I had finally narrowed the choices to just three. Number three-her name is Jane-waited quietly in the small waiting room outside, as I watched her through the wall-mounted camera. “So far, so good,” I thought. No fidgeting, no little noises even though her restraints must be becoming painful. She had arrived at the small and secluded temporary rental I had selected for anonymity and for proximity to the city center where most of my slave-candidates seemed to come from. She had been picked up outside a coffee shop by a limo service and brought to the unobtrusive front door of the rental house on a pleasant quiet street. She had been told to ring the bell and then enter directly, which she did without hesitation. Once she entered, I used the microphone from a separate room to tell her to shut the door firmly, and turn the lock. I looked her over again. A very, very attractive lady, early 30’s, tastefully dressed, carrying a small bag. Nice make up and dark hair long to her shoulders. Everything very clean, classy, and tasteful. I felt just the tip of desire as I looked her over. About 5'7, full but not sloppy breasts, well shaped legs with well exercised calves helped by 3 inch high heels. My kind of woman, which is to say my kind of submissive. ...

Author's Note: An updated and extended version of a story from 2017… Part 1 Will Jackson sat in the black Lincoln Town car pulling up to the posh brownstone on the Upper East Side and thought back to how he’d arrived at this moment. “Sandra, I’m really tired of dead-end relationships,’ he’d said to his former girlfriend over drinks a few weeks earlier. “I know we couldn’t make it work, but every time I open up to a woman it seems she can’t get away fast enough. I make good money, I’m not quite 40 and I’m really fit. I want to be with someone who’s smart and creative and emotionally present and at least as kinky as I am. Isn’t there anyone out there for me?” ...

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment. This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality. ...

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!)) ...

Author's Note: I do not condone slavery this story all comes from a fantasy in my head. Karen and her sister Laura were going on holiday to Mexico. They both worked as nurses and shared a flat together. They didn’t have a lot of friends and were happy with each other’s company. Karen was the older of the two at 26 and was a well-built brunette while Laura at 18 was a petite blonde. Karen usually made all the decisions. The two sisters had stopped at a hotel for the night before driving to the airport the next morning. It was quite run down and the clerk made the sisters uneasy. Karen was dressed in jeans and a tank top and Laura was in a short dress. ...

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author! SISTER’S DEVOTION Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks. ...

Author's Note: I’ve decided to post the first three chapters of the Kennel Master as I’m pretty happy with them and I want to test to water a little. Like other stories I’m working on, it’s extreme and very dark in flavour; none of the main characters are very likeable and what goes on is uncompromising, brutal and very non-consensual. So, as usual, the standard words of warning are: do not read it if that isn’t something you don’t like to read about it. Also, if you do, please do not try anything written here at home as that would mean you’re in need of help and rapid, lengthy incarceration. Another note is that, despite the length of the story, there isn’t much of a plot - it’s just a description of a typical day in the life of the main protagonist. But it may eventually serve to set the scene for other stories set against the same background. We’ll have to see. Otherwise, I’d love to hear what you think, so please feel free to drop me a line at [email protected], write a review or whatever. If folks like this, I’ll post more - several chapters are already written.Thanks for reading this far at least! ...