Bondage

Author's Note: I had read a similar story awhile back and have not been able to find it again, so I wrote my own version of the story. I hope you enjoy it! Chapter 1 Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4" high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up. ...

Author's Note: Welcome and Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my very first attempt of writing a story. I do hope you enjoy and there will be more chapters to come. All I ask is for you to please be kind and skip over my mistakes. I have tired very hard and used many spell check. However I am working on trying to do better. Please enjoy. There will be more to come. ...

“Oh how can I thank you?” Heidi exclaimed. She had been made redundant three months earlier and had spent most of that time moping around her house as she was right now in a dirty white tee-shirt and old blue denim shorts. Her long brown hair was a mess that she had quickly pulled up into a rough ponytail. But her ex-boss had just called by unexpectedly to say that he’d got her an interview for a fantastic job, and she knew that with his recommendation she had every chance to get it. ...

1. Sad Sophie My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay. ...

Author's Note: A fantastic story, again. Nothing to bring into real life, nothing I want for real people to experience. Enjoy the read and feel free to comment. More chapters should follow. Prologue and Chapter 1 Martine Benning was tired. No, not just tired…. she was exhausted and drained to a point where she had repeatedly drifted towards unconsciousness, just to be rudely awakened by the pain in her shoulders. ...

PROLOGUE A constant buzzing noise and soft, muffled moans fill the otherwise silent room. Alfred took a sip from the coffee as he went through Vanessa’s laptop. He was looking at her pictures taken at a coctail. A busty brunette with a nice figure, “chubby just a tiny bit but otherwise with the nice make up, the cute dress and the shiny heels, a striking 28 year old” Alfred thought as he took another sip from the coffee. ...

The doorbell rang. “Come in!” I yelled, “It’s unlocked!” Leah was already setting her shoes by the door before I finished the sentence. Chinese people don’t like to wear shoes inside for some reason. Leah raced across the room in her cute little yellow tennis outfit and jumped into my lap. Putting her arms around my neck she said, “David, can we play ‘Seat Belt’ tonight? My back hurts and it would really help.” ...

Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration. It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home. Her whispered “Hello” greets My call. ...

Author's Note: A tale of post apocalyptic possibities In a not so far off post apocalyptic age as New Pittsburgh began to emerge as an oasis of civilization, culture and still functioning technology. Most of the rest of the eastern half of the former United States remained a savage land dominated by local warlords and roving semi organized bands of murderous criminals. The large cities of the eastern seaboard not obliteratedby nuclear weapons were destroyed by the massive tsunami generated by the atomic torpedo activated volcano, Cumbre Viejo. The monster wave swept inland within 100 miles of old Pittsburgh devastating all in its path. A part of it also submerged the British isles and the low countries on the continent. Nearly at the same time an enormous earthquake caused a massive rift widening and extending the Mississippi river to the Canadian Sea. The large inland sea had previously been the Great Lakes. The massive fast flowing Mississippi was dotted with small islands and now dominated by bloodthirsty river pirates and is nearly as wide as the old English Channel. It bisected the former United States and little was known ,at that time about conditions on the western half. Though a few survivors who managed to cross over from the west told blood curdling tales of an even more savage land made worse by the black practicioners of a mad genetic and earth altering science based on the demonic technology of evil humanoids of extraterrestrial origin. This black science had been partly responsible for bringing on the apocalypse. It was in the context of this new world in the not far distant future that the following events took place. ...

Author's Note: This story will not be for everyone. It is inspired by a real person and I have endured a number of the things that she goes through so I write from experience. Chapter 1 “You seem nervous,” I began. She nodded, biting her lip. I cocked an eyebrow and she said, “Yes.” I tilted my head slightly to the side, an invitation to elaborate further and she replied, “Yes, Sir, I am nervous.” I looked her up and down. I knew she was about 40 though she took care of herself well so looked much younger. About 5'4", athletic though softly curved body; she apparently swam, ran, and did yoga every day. Brown hair, light brown eyes, clear fair skin, not a wrinkle nor a grey hair to be seen. Quite remarkable for the mother of a 16 year old, a 13 year old, and-the surprise child-a 3 year old. That’s where we met, pre-pre-school. I had not realized such a thing existed until I became a parent. Though it was a relief to know that it did. A morning or few a week away from the kids. Though my wife and I shared the parenting duties, it was the mothers of all of the other children who volunteered. Me and nine women, including my wife, on rotating shifts helping the teacher. That’s how we got to know her. My wife and I discussed her right after we met her at the first parent social. My wife started the conversation, “Who is the one with the dark secrets?” I replied, “It’s obvious to you, too? She has some skeletons in her closet for sure. I wonder if the 3 year old is even his,” I added, referring to the father we briefly met before he disappeared into the corner for a business call. “If that is how he is all the time, I bet she feels a bit . . . neglected.” My wife nodded and said, “Shall I suss her out?” I smiled and she replied, “I will take that as a yes.” ...