Bondage

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up. The story is true, non fiction. Part 1 It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road. ...

Author's Note: I’ve been writing all my life. But this is my first try at erotic fiction. I wanted to do something kind of different (we all hope what we write is “different,” don’t we?). It’s 100% fiction, but it is inspired by a real break up. It was also inspired in some way by Jack Ketchum’s “The Girl Next Door.” I read it a few months ago, and at first was turned on by the girl being tied up in the basement. But as her torture got worse and worse (and explicit in some cases), I grew more and more uncomfortable. I wanted to touch on what happens when fantasy becomes nightmare. ...

Author's Note: All is not what Erica imagines. After a night of blissful sex, she is betrayed and forced into an unimaginable life of bondage and torture Part 1 Erica stirs and reaches out for the warm body next to her. Ed is still sleeping soundly after their night of wild abandoned sex. They had met at a birthday party the night before and he had charmed her the entire night. He was handsome and had a great body to go with it and she eventually gave into his charms and had followed him home for the night. ...

Janet didn’t know what to think. She was cleaning out the front seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties. Not her scent on them. And Don had been the only other driver of the car. Suddenly she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back. She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they coped with it. Now of course, that all took on a darker significance. ...

Author's Note: This story starts out with a bit of a “horror” feeling, but what you think you’re reading, you’re not. There’s a twist at the end that explains it all. If you’re into horror movies and/or extreme situations, then you can read it straight through. If you’re not, then you can read the ending first, then go back and see how “the magician did the trick.” The man drove slowly down the long, dirt road, his car clattering over the rattling washboard undulations as a cloud of dust billowed behind him. He didn’t want to be abusing his car like this, but there was only one place he wanted to go in this God-forsaken country and this road led to it. ...

Part 1 Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called. ...

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!! ...

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments Nobody likes a big mouth. At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late. ...

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least. She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul’s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic “insurance policy”. ...

Author's Note: This story is a little gentler than some of my prior efforts, though the domination by women is just as extreme; total control and ownership is the key; Permanent bondage of males in the progress of a female dominated world is its essence. A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity. ...