Bondage

We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York. ‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger. I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself. ...

After being on all those TV shows last month, my blog, Clair Soufflé Online, has really taken off. Which is great! I’m making so much money off the ads now I don’t have to wait tables at Tony’s Diner anymore. A big thanks to my dear friend Edward (the nerd) Stillman. He set this all up for me. He’s a nerd, but he’s a super friend. Well, I’m getting alotta questions. Edward says I need to create a fack. So I asked him if he like wanted to fack me – which made him laugh. I don’t know what a fack is so I’ll just answer the questions here. ...

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek. ...

Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by when suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “Be good Phoebes, see you back around noon, ok!”. Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good, and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store. ...

It all started one day at work. My boss was ticked off and he took it off on me. I’m doing this project at work and she moved my deadline for next week. I got so pissed because I had a lot of work to do still. So after work, I went straight home. My girlfriend Neyra and I talked about out day. Then she got mad at me for not being done with the work project and walked away. I’m into bondage games but she isn’t too much fascinated or interested in bondage. So I started to change clothes. I got into somewhat tight jeans but not that tight and also a pretty tight black shirt that showed off my very well built body. See I play soccer and im pretty good shape. So then i decided to go to a new club in town I heard about. ...

The plan involved cheating on my wife. I’m not proud of it, but the desires I had developed had overcome my fidelity. I tried to justify it and tell myself that it really wasn’t cheating because it was a fetish that might not even involve sex and it was something that she (my wife) would never agree to. Although, I was too embarrassed to tell her anyway. I started off by just looking. I set up an account on a few free sites and just was a voyeur looking at profiles. Meanwhile, I read story after story about female dominance. Each one more hardcore than the one before it. It became literally all I thought about. I wasn’t really sure if I would truly like it in person. I embarrassed easily and I was a very proud and in control person. Perhaps, that’s why I craved it, but it still scared me to let go of my control. I just wanted to fulfill my desires once a month or so with a safe stranger. ...

“Gosh, I love winter!” I thought to myself as I watched my wife Peggy pass in front of me as she walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. She was 23 years old, fit, beautiful, and completely naked. The nipples of her “C” cup breasts were hard and erect from the chill, and I had to restrain myself from dragging her onto my lap and giving an inviting brown bud a not so tender bite. She could not have done much to stop me, since her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back, her ankles were shacked ten inches apart, and her lips were stretched around a three inch ball gag buckled tightly behind her head. ...

Part I I run my own small business. And by small I mean I have two employees. One is my brother named Rob. He does advertising and sales. The other is Allison. She does accounting and invoicing. I do everything else, which leads to long work nights and a very small social life. When I first started the company it was only Rob and I. Together we were young and bold enough to get the company off the ground. However it was becoming obvious that I was getting burned out trying to keep the books, develop new product lines and do everything else the owner of a small business does. After two years of growth and success the company needed an accountant. I would have preferred to pay a company to do our books however Rob insisted that it would cost too much and that he knew of an impeccable accountant. After several of Rob’s persuasive sales pitches, I tentatively agreed to interview Allison. ...