Bondage

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...

Chapter 1 I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. ...

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor … Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com My name is Raquel. I’m 20 years old. I have an IQ of 157. I had my associates degree by the time I was 18. By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages. ...

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...

Part 1 Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her. When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter. ...

Part 1 It was a short while after midnight, and only a few people were still awake, at football training camp. Dylan, being one of them, decided to take a stroll, and explore the grounds. As he left the sleeping area, he did not notice a dark figure sneaking out after him. Craig followed Dylan at a safe distance, with a large heavy bag on his back, in which he kept his ‘supplies’. Dylan walked around for a while, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. He took a shortcut through a small dark forest, to get back to the camp. After a while, he came to a clearing, where he stopped, thinking he had heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn to look, he was tackled to the ground from behind, and a pair of handcuffs snapped on his wrists, behind his back, and another on his ankles. He managed to roll over, and there was Craig, standing over him, leering unpleasantly. ‘I’ve waited for so long to do that. Now you’re mine’ said Craig, before crouching down and punching Dylan several times through the face, and in the stomach. Suddenly, without warning, Dylan lifted both his feet, and kicked Craig in the groin with all the force he could muster. Craig collapsed on the ground, holding his crotch, and rolled over onto his back. Dylan tried to sit up, but was overcome by the pain from all the punches, and collapsed onto the ground. Once Craig had recovered himself, he got up, limping slightly, and rolled Dylan over onto his stomach. Dylan was conscious, but his eyes were blurred, and he couldn’t muster the strength to move. This suited Craig perfectly, as he pulled several bundles of rope out of his bag, to restrain Dylan properly. To make sure that Dylan couldn’t put up a fight, Craig started by tying his legs. After undoing the handcuffs, he pulled off Dylan’s shoes, socks and jeans, leaving Dylan naked from the waist down, except for his boxers. He then tied ropes securely around Dylan’s knees (above and below), around his thighs, and around his ankles, all of which he cinched tightly, to ensure that Dylan could not slip out of them. He then used a thin piece of rope to tie Dylan’s big toes together, to so that Dylan could not move his feet apart. Finally satisfied that Dylan’s legs were secure, he moved on to restraining his upper body. After removing the handcuffs, he pulled Dylan’s t-shirt off, and removed the silver chain around Dylan’s neck, leaving his chest and back completely bare. He then tied one end of a long piece of rope around Dylan’s left wrist, and did the same with another piece of rope around his right wrist. ...

“Can I bury you?” Asked Jim. “Bury me? Why? Shouldn’t I be dead first?” Mary shot back, looking a little confused. He laughed. “no, not all the way, just up to your neck, it could be a lot of fun.” She looked at him like he was crazy. She then replied. “Do you mean like in that movie the other night, like in “CreepShow”? “Because it didn’t look like they were having a whole lot of fun in the movie” ...

The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn’t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki’s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin’s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends. ...

Author's Note: English not primary language hopefully English is improving enough to make enjoyable fantasy. Part 1 I had left my house two days prior and had planned to be gone for several more days in fact two weeks. I had done everything I thought necessary to secure the house and insure that all of my travel connections were correct. I had notified the security company that monitors the house for fire and breakings. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was the country I was planning to go to had some kind of political upheaval and I didn’t get on the last plane and came back home. ...

Author's Note: Trying my hand at a little sci-fi. Let me know what you think! Chapter 1 “So much for the exciting life of a Starship Captain!” Elana muttered to herself. Six months into her nine month trip in the cargo ship Nuevo Mundo to the Kepler system to resupply the two colonies there and then transport their Mithril ore to Trappist 1 for processing. That cargo of refined Mithrium will bring her back to the manufacturing plants on Mars. Six months off then do it all again. It takes a special person to stand the solitude of a three year trip, even with the newest version Brain/Computer Interface Virtual Reality pod and virtual reality “books” to occupy her leisure time. ...