Bondage

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace. All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave. ...

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation. ...

Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences. Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day. One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up. ...

Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C. “Hey, you be careful this weekend, ok” His statement was more out of fear for her than anything else. He had been working in the same office as her for long enough to build a lasting friendship. He truly cared for his H.R Manager, even if he didn’t much care for her gender. “Oh I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine, boys” she replied as she hastily gathered her cell phone, purse and keys. “Besides, trust me he’s no match for me. Even if he did decide to get a little randy on me, I would have him down and pinned in less than a few seconds”. The other two chuckled at her. Inside though, they sensed a streak to her that would most likely probably back that statement right up. Either way, each of the men knew she was superior to them, so they just left it alone. “Well, girlfriend, call us if u need us, mkayy”. She just smiled and nodded, then made her way to the exit and to the parking area for her car. ...

Author’s note: Well, what is it that they say? “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? I don’t know about that, but here’s what’s up. Those of you reading “A Long Weekend” know that my pc crashed, losing the next 5 chapters. I thought I’d burned a cd for “1st and Goal”, but can’t find it. Rather than moping around or trying to re-construct 1st & G, I’m pressing forward. Here’s something new. The first 8 of probably 14 chapters are complete. If you like, feel free to post a comment or contact me at [email protected] Thanks and Good Health, Ty. ...

Author's Note: She made the mistake of trusting someone. Now it’s too late to change her mind. She is has become dominated and dependent on a person who takes over her life and liberty. I keep saying to myself that all I need to do is to stay calm and I’ll be all right. Someone will come to get me soon. Can you believe this? I’m a prisoner in my own house, caught in a trap of her making and my complicity. A game I was drawn into that has gone seriously wrong. I feel that I can’t trust anyone again. I shift on the bed to get comfortable. It’s another vain hope; she has used specialist equipment to restrain me. ...

I hadn’t been to an undergraduate lecture for at least a decade, but this would prove to be one of my most memorable ever. The funny thing is, I’m long past being an undergrad nor have I enrolled in a new course as a mature student. One of my closest friends is a young college student. We met at a kink party a few months ago and made an immediate connection when we found out we had quiet a bit in common in both worlds. Unfortunately when we met I was an out-of-town visitor and I don’t live in the same state let alone the same city, much to our frustration. But, every now and then one of us manages a short visit. ...

Chapter 1 Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw. ...

Part I Georgia had been more than happy to accept when Vincent, a wealthy young surgeon, invited her on a sailing and diving vacation on his boat. Today, he had gone ashore to visit a doctor friend at a hospital near where they were anchored. The brown-haired young nurse had the sailboat, out on the sunlit bay, to herself. Wearing only sunglasses and a pale blue bikini bottom, she had dozed off while working on her tan. ...

Author’s Note: This story is best read in the dark. October 18th Well Journal, I think I just may have had my final, real lucky break today. What’s that you ask? I’ve won something!? Yes, strange but true. The event? I’m part of a group that’s getting one week free at what is apparently the world’s best resort for kinksters the world over. That’s right, Underview resort! I know, interesting name. What’s really interesting though is that I’ve never heard of this place before. Neither has anyone else who have won the contest with me. Better list them out: Rhys, TJ, Steve, Reinette, Tiedash, Janey, and Slesia. I’m going to be staying with some of my friends from an online form at a resort where we can all indulge in our little fantasies and be free from prying eyes! This is all so cool! I think I’d better get some sleep. More to come. ...