Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at [email protected]. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next. ...
Author's Note: This is a true story, with only the names changed. The dare was quite simple: “Go and collect a drive through takeaway for the gang dressed only in underwear of the opposite sex. Guys: dress in bra and knickers/thong, girls male boxers only.” It had started as an office night out. My three sexy secretaries in their early twenties, me (the new office manager), and old Bob (my predecessor). I had just taken over the department and it was a way of Bob handing over the office to me. I wasn’t sure it was appropriate but Bob said it was a company tradition. ...
Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time. As always constructive criticism always welcomed. Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long? ...
Part one (added: 2012/07/12) Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor. At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer “Yes.” she replied, “I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes.” ...
Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic fiction. I usually write more “vanilla” stories, so this is a bit of a change. Feedback and critique on the writing style, pacing, imagery, and whatnot is greatly appreciated. I planned to write the entire story in one part, but it ended up being way longer than anticipated, so I broke it up into separate parts, which get progressively more crazy in terms of erotic situations. So if you like it, please stay tuned for more! ...
Chapter 1 - The Club The ‘Elbow Bondage Club’ (EBC) was an exclusive fetish club located 38 miles outside of San Francisco. The venue was a large mansion which was owned by Julia Langly and Laura Parker, two eccentric millionaires who shared the same sexual fetish: beautiful women in stringent bondage. The EBC was not a regular bondage club, it was ‘females only’. And Julia and Laura made sure that only the most beautiful women were accepted as members. And, as the name suggested, this club was also limited to ’elbow bondage’ fetishists. ...
Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys this story. As always I love comments and will try to include them in future installments. For Abagail, today was the best day of the year. As a 28 year old teacher the last day of school before summer vacation meant shopping with her friends, the odd vacation, and a summer away from her divorced husband. Standing in the hallway of her school, children waved good bye to the beloved “Ms. T.” who was wearing a purple collared cotton tank top, jeans, and sketchers covered by a black zip up fleece with the school’s name and logo on it. Despite it being a particularly hot day in the Chicago the summer, the school that Abagail taught at was always frigid so in the school she could almost always be seen adorned in her beloved zip up fleece. ...
Author's Note: Thanks to all who contributed ideas and helped with the editing! The massive door closed behind her with a soft click, shutting her out from the plush office. She was dismissed. She had just been told to search for ’new challenges’ outside the company. Or more aptly put, she had been sacked. Alice took a deep breath to get a grip on her rage. Thankfully, the anteroom was empty, her boss’s, correction, former boss’s assistant having momentarily abandoned her fortified post behind the massive desk facing the entrance. Alice was grateful for the opportunity to regain her composure. She did not want to face her (as of now former) colleagues in a troubled emotional state, heck, she did not want to face them at all. She dreaded the thinly veiled schadenfreude of her rivals, who preferred to attribute her quick rise up the corporate ladder to her looks instead of her performance, and the palpable relief of her less intellectually gifted colleagues, glad at having been spared themselves. But most of all she dreaded the pity of the few people in the office she counted as friends. For the last two years, since the untimely death of her parents, she had thrown herself into her work and presented the front of an independent, tough, calculating achiever to the world. Now she feared she might break down, revealing the lonesome and frightened girl that still lurked inside. Better she held on to her rage. ...
Her light pale blue eyes pleaded, while her bound body tingled with anticipation. Drool trickled out from under the leather hood and flowed slowly down her neck onto her small shapely blue/green breasts. They glistened in the soft glimmer of the white Christmas lights decorating the wheel to which she was bound. The reflection of the lights danced off of the tinsel that covered the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room she was in. ...
Author's Note: true story with out the names Part 1: First Visit This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set. ...