Chapter 1 My name is Alice. I come from a somewhat well-off family and just finished my 2nd year of college. I have decided to take a break over the summer and maybe do some traveling. Being a Korean but born and raised in the States, I was thinking of visiting Korea since I have never been there. I had plenty of time to think about it so I decided to sleep on it. ...
Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done! Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them: ...
I really do not know where my love of rubber and latex started from. I recall being turned on when I found some ‘top shelf’ magazines all about rubber, Atomage being one. Previously I had been a stocking & suspender man, so I still tend to veer towards rubber stockings and nice clinging underwear rather then voluminous mack’s. Is it the smooth..(yes another magazine title from way back..), appearance of rubber? The touch of it, the encasement of one body, the aroma, or just that it’s a fetish. Well I suppose it’s all of those. ...
Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos. 1. Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him. ...
Try before you buy: About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store’s stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders. ...
Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide. ...
Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him. The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul. ...
It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her. ...
Debra stood helpless in the middle of the dungeon. So far the session she was involved in was rather simple and she had not quite figured out where it was going. It was rather exciting but clearly there was much more yet to come. She had arrived on time, dressed as usual. That meant cross dressed wearing normal female street appropriate attire. Of course she knew her Mistress did not like this but then that was part of the whole scene. Her Mistress had ordered her to strip down to her scanties, which she did. ...
Author's Note: Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback. I also welcome E-mails to [email protected] and will always answer. Part 1 “The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her. “Okay, naked, completely naked.” “Is that all?” I asked. “No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “I’m not saying just now, I’ll save my other choices as a surprise,” she said. ...