“Freeze.” The tone of his voice was cold and Natalie felt the fear crawling up her spine. One moment, she had shown the man her assortment of drugs, she sold on the streets. Now she was looking at the taser gun in his right hand. When his left hand reached for one of his pants pockets she expected a badge. Maybe he was an officer from the drug department. But instead he showed her a pair of handcuffs and said: “Cuff your hands on your back.” ...
Author's Note: This concept story is in the form of a news article about a FemDom city state. It is an attempt to build a vaguely plausible fictional reality in which other stories could be written. This mostly sets the scene for stories to follow. Following months of requests I was the first international journalist to be granted access to secretive city state of Femina. Femina was one of the many small states to appear following the collapse of the former Russian Federation. It’s apparent stability and prosperity meant it outlived most of the others that appeared in the vacuum of power. However it’s secrecy has led to wild stories and speculation backed up by precious little evidence. ...
Clarissa had always wanted to travel, but as often happens when you live in a small town, your life passes by with the day to day things until you wonder where the time went. As she left the office and got into her car a smile spread across her lips. Glancing at the suitcase in the back seat she started to imagine what awaited her on her cross-country drive. Unusually for one so work obsessed she had decided to take four weeks vacation in one hit, a whole month, she thought. Leaving thoughts of the office behind she put the car into drive, cranked up the radio and set off. ...
Author's Note: Self-bondage is bitter sweet because the best and worst parts are hopelessly intertwined. The Move I grew to not hate but certainly dislike home, town, the local cities. I was born here, my parents and siblings are close, but I had to move on. It’s not like I haven’t traveled, I needed to live somewhere else. Life was moving slow, I wanted less people who know my parents, and more options. So I moved to Florida, from one of the northern tier states, ‘for work’ and for the beaches, the sun, the weather. ...
Chapter 1 I’ve never got on well with alarm clocks, and this morning was no exception. The annoying mixture of buzzes and beeps coming from the other side of the room was always enough to get me out of bed, no matter how much I wanted to wrap myself in the comforting snugness of my duvet and avoid the real world. But today was a day full of lectures, and my grades would suffer if I missed them. ...
Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra. Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate. ...
I was at the annual college Halloween dress up party. Though costumes were required, high quality or staying true to theme was not, so people showed up in anything from fancy Frankenstein and gorilla outfits, to simpler togas or just masks. I was wearing a cop costume that had been found in an obscure fraternity attic of a friend of a friend. It was late and the party was winding down. I was alone now as the friend I had come with had hit it off somewhat unexpectedly with a girl he’d met and taken off. I happened to be standing near the door getting a refill when I saw her arrive. Though she was wearing a mask it was unmistakeably Allison. I would have recognized those long and slender but muscular ‘tennis team’ legs, her startling light brown (almost amber) eyes, and the sweet curve of her jaw plus full intricate lips, framed by her stylish long blond hair, through just about any disguise. ...
On her way to the office Mistress had stopped for coffee and a pastry at her favorite shop. Slave Ron - which she wrote as slaveron - was left outside, his apadravya ring fastened to a fence with a padlock, the chain hanging down. Having no choice, he stood quietly waiting, staring at the wall. “Is that really your penis in there?” a girl’s voice asked. He couldn’t see up, or even at normal eye level, but his view downward was unobstructed and he could see a hand pointing to the flexible stainless steel tube that enclosed his member, with its gleaming cap pierced by a D-ring, his apadravya ring. He couldn’t turn his body very far - and his head not at all - but shuffling around as far as he could he was able to see a teenage girl connected to the hand, with two more girls behind her. Just their bodies, he couldn’t look up far enough to see their faces. The neck corset with its struts prevented him from nodding or shaking his head and his permanent tracheostomy and the tube in his throat left him unable even to grunt, but he could bow from the waist. ...
Author's Note: This is a true story about me. i plan to post my adventure on here to hope to inspire others seek out there fantisies. I am a collage student age 20 I have always like bondage with my girlfriends. But in the past 2 years i have been wanting to be dominated by a man. i looked at craigslist and at collarme.com and even fetlife.com. well collarme was a disappointing because there was not many dominate gay males in my area. Fetlife sucked because its somewhat hard to see what is out there with the search. Well craigslist was a little scary because all the stories i have heard from the news but it was the only place for sure to get me some replies. The ad i put up asked for a male with a garage so i could walk in and get bound up then he could use me for what ever he wanted as long as we had protected anal sex and no permanent marks. well what would happen is that when the day come by for me to do it i would panic and not go, but finally i agreed to go with this guy from the north side of San Antonio because it was in a nicer neighborhood. previous guys that responded live in really low income neighborhood so that was the main reason i would back out. i agreed to a over night bound stay on the following Friday. ...
Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy First night. “Come on, please”. I pleaded. Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave” I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed. ...