Bondage

Author's Note: somthing I’m writing as a first effort any critiques and or suggestions are appreciated. I might continue this story depending on feedback. Jason just woke up on his 18th birthday, not really wanting to get up because it was the first day back at school, a fact which he disliked very greatly. Eventually going through the motions he made it to the kitchen were his parents surprised him at the kitchen table with a nice breakfast. “happy birthday” they both proclaimed as Jason sat down at the table to help himself to the pancakes. Enjoying his breakfast and putting off school for just a bit longer his mother let out a cough “ahen” your father and I have gotten you a special surprise as his father pulled out a envelope, Jason thinking to himself that he was getting some birthday cash but before he could thank them his mother cut him off. “your father and I have signed you up for a new school now that your of age… we want to make sure that you get into a great collage and that you end up a successful man!” Almost choking on his pancake Jason managed to object about his friends and this being his last year of school anyway. Jason’s mother retorted that he can and will make new friends and that this school would actually transition to college after this year. Jason getting annoyed shouted “you can’t do this I’m 18 now!” his mother gave a stern look to his father and he replied “listen son as long as your under my roof and were paying for your college you will do as we say and go to the school we chose for you.” His mother butted in listen hun were doing this for your well being so here is the address we expect you to show up on time this school is very strict. ...

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress. As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative. ...

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night. “Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity. ...

I sat outside in my Chevy coup. We’d met on the internet. He had called me a wannabe when I told him I like the photos from his last party. I asked if I could join and told him I wanted him and his friends to turn me into a Chinese finger trap. It was crude. But the photos from his party were cruder. Straight jackets and rubber balls. All manner of rough devices and wooden contraptions. Participants in all stages of contortion and lust. I now sat two hundred feet from the scene. ...

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them. Chapter 1 - The First of Many A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way. ...

Author's Note: I’m not an engineer, so if anyone can figure out an actual device that does what I describe, I’d definitely be interested. Jane was shy, single, and kinky. It was a perfect recipe to result in her curiosity and experimentation with self bondage. In her adolescence she would breathlessly wait for her parents to leave on a grocery trip, or she would fake illness to avoid joining a visit to a relative’s. While alone in the house, Jane delighted in her top secret and favorite activity of binding herself with whatever materials she could get her hands on. ...

Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :) Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates. But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food. ...

“I suppose you lot want to go home early tonight as it is the last working day before Christmas. I am afraid that this cannot happen. Christmas Day is on Tuesday and you have the Wednesday off. Fiddle it all, all I think of that it is one gigantic drinking session. After the office party five years ago, we stopped having parties. Everyone was sick the next day and I lost a fortune in lost earnings. If you want Christmas Eve off, you may take it as one of your holiday days, although I don’t see why I have to pay you, or take it off unpaid. But leave the letter requesting it off on my desk before you go home. I am off to my club now. I have put CCTV in to see who is malingering. If we have to lay anybody off, they will be the first to go. Good day to you all. I will be back later, but if you have gone, I say “Merry Christmas to you now”. ...

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish! The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago. ...

Chapter 1 - The Discovery After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. ...