Bondage

I was a priestess of the Goddess of Love and resided in the House of Beauty, the richest and most powerful temple in town. My days were spent mostly in the same manner, in the morning my sisters and I exercised in our well padded heavy plate mail with our maces and shields, honing our bodies into toned perfection. The early afternoon was spent in luxurious baths applying creams and cosmetics and the early evenings were spent in prayer. The nights were spent entertaining handsome male guests who donated very well to our church. ...

About a year ago I took a job five hours away from where my girlfriend and I had lived. I was off every weekend so I would come home every other weekend for the first few months. I became concerned for our relationship so I started to come home almost every weekend. We had our ups and downs but now a year later we are still together. One of my biggest concerns was that she would find someone else and leave me. ...

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think. Part 1 - The Perfect Plan Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!” You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream… ...

Dear diary, The next few weeks are going to be very special. Since I can’t possibly confine this in any of my girlfriends I have decided to create you, my diary. That way I have someone to talk to and have something fun to read later on. Since all good relationships start with good introductions I’ll start there. My name is Cassandra, a 171 cm tall brunet. Although I am not photo model beautiful I’m not unhappy with my figure either. ...

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true. I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes. ...

Part 1 Have you ever faced a decision that might change your your life and involve a little danger and suspense? My name is Debbie and I’m a college student in Southern California. My measurements are 36-24-35 and my weight is 125lbs. Fortunately I can get plenty of dates but haven’t found my dream man yet. For spending money I babysit on occasion and that’s how this story got started. ...

(Inspired by an original Doggers drawing!) Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies. Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction. ...

Chapter 1 As I laid naked on the stomach in my cage I contemplated how I came to be here. The ball gag harness in my mouth didn’t allow any sound to escape my mouth, while my hands were cuffed with leather cuffs on my hips to the wide black leather belt tightly secured with a padlock around my waist. The position of the cuffs allowed for some movement, but there was no way that I could reach and touch my pussy. A leather collar fastened my neck to the hook on the padded bottom of the cage. My feet were slightly spread, bent backwards at the knee and manacled to each side of the cage. The cage itself was 1,5 meters long, 60cm wide, and 60cm high, with narrowly spaced vertical and horizontal bars. Under my pussy, there was a hole where I could relieve myself if needed. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far! I. Another New Purchase It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it! ...

Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good. _Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think. Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!* Part 1 She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up? ...