Bondage

Author's Note: The sequel to ‘Maid Service Requested’ This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected] or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...

Author's Note: I am experimenting again. Sorry, usual slow stuff I’m afraid. This time trying a two-part tale using some characters from my ‘Such a nice kind lady’ story. Sort of a carry on from that but as a stand-alone tale. Starts with an abbreviated clip from that story for main characters descriptions. Part one. ‘Sonia was that sort of person. Always the driver never a passenger. Tall, muscular, blond crop headed and not noticeably very feminine. Dressed as usual in scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans and a lumberjack style shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She gave the casual greeting without removing the gum that she chewed incessantly. Sonia jumped down from the van and walked around to the rear. Her partner in crime, Tracey exited the other door and joined her. Tracy was the exact opposite of her driver. A head shorter, long dark wavy hair, pretty face and a ready smile, fashionable ultra-tight ripped jeans and a short-sleeved crop top that revealed she must work out a lot judging by her arm muscles.’ ...

Author's Note: This is also a spin-off from Giselle and incorporates some of the same characters later on. I hope you like it. Chapter 1 Doctor Ted Paine was on top of the world. He was relaxing at his wide desk having his dick sucked by one of his employees. A tall blonde with large enhanced breasts, a tiny waist and long legs, she was well versed in what her employer liked during his morning blow job. She slowly sank his length down her throat and held it there for nearly a minute, then slowly eased it out. Her tongue worked the underside near the tip as she reached the end. She knew he was in no hurry this morning and would savor the extended time she spent worshiping his dick. As her skill finally brought him off, his hand pulled her face tightly to him and he blasted a load into her throat. She was almost to the point of passing out from oxygen deprivation when he released her and she cleaned him with her tongue. Straightening her tight fitting skirt and blouse, she left his office to start her rounds. She would visit every senior employee and relieve them in whatever manner they wished. She was officially the “stress reliever” for his practice and every day serviced most of the 20 doctors that worked there. With an MBA, she was over-qualified for any position within his practice and when interviewed for the Office Manager’s opening, had been sure to point that out repeatedly. Dr. Paine had hired the stuck up woman and then quickly reduced her to a quivering sex toy with regular “therapy” sessions and mind-control orchestrated by his wife. She was further humiliated with breast enlargements, multiple piercings and modification to her vocal cords that produced a high-squeaky voice. She lived in a small room in the basement with only a bed and a bathroom and was available to any employee. Her diet consisted of a tasteless mush, but she was allowed to beg for treats from her fellow employees. You wouldn’t believe what she’d do for a Klondike bar! ...

Author's Note: Please do let me know what you think, and if you like what you read, there is more of my work at: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub The darkness lifted and the Dolly opened her eyes. That was about as much movement as she could do now. She gazed forward, seeing out into the room beyond, along with her reflection in the glass in front of her. Time was a blur now, no night or day, she only knew the case, her constant breathing and the whirr of the machines. She was still, but her mind was still active, remembering… ...

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done. ...

Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see) Chapter 1 It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place. ...

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories She was not very tall. Her thigh high leather boots laced up her lean legs made her look a lot taller than her five foot two stature. What she didn’t have in height, she made up in beauty. Something she inherited from her Thai born mother. She had a small oval face with dark almond shaped eyes. A small nose and pouty lips. Long, jet black hair parted in the middle framed her cute face. ...

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you. Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice. ...

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome. Chapter 1 “Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table. “Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage. “I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied. ...

…Till You’ve Tried It! It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with. Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them. ...