Bondage

Kim travelled down the highway, her mind not on the traffic but on her coming plans for the weekend, she was on her way to her secluded cabin, set in the midst of a wood. Her nearest neighbour was 20 miles away over some rough country or by road at least 35 miles. She’d brought the property with money she’d been left after her parents had died in an air crash, they had left her quite a sum of money, enough to pay off her debts, buy this property & resign from her boring office job. She was now a freelance photographer, something she had wanted to do since leaving college. ...

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation. ...

Author's Note: This story isn’t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen. Part 1 In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they’re both married. The first which we’ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I’d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She’s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you’d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we’ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to. ...

The anticipation was growing. They had been planning this “holiday” since they were married on the cruise ship 6 months before and now, all the work and preparation had finally come to an end. An eerie realisation seemed to descend over the car, on the journey home from dropping off the kids at grandma’s house. Two whole weeks without any children or interruptions. You could cut the tension with a knife, because once they arrived at their driveway, it would be the start of their very own “Kinky moon”. ...

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome to Kiss of the velvet whip. I wrote this story as an off-shoot of a fanfiction I am currently in the process of writing and after making a few adjustments, I’ve decided to post it here as an original work. Before you continue, I just want to warn you all that this story includes non-consensual BDSM and rape. SO, if either of those things makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. Both characters are over 18. ...

Author's Note: First story decent enough to post. Sometimes I wax introspective… I try to keep it minimal, I hope it is not too distracting. Enjoy. I used to dread coming to back to my house. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it; it was a fantastic little place on the outskirts of Boston, far enough to make the commute a pain but close enough that I could still work downtown. Obviously I’m well off enough, especially for a young professional, but money doesn’t buy proper friendship like it does a decent living space. So I liked being in the city more than out in the rural estates. It was so lonely there. ...

The high school teen paused with her hand on the door knob before entering the unique shop. She had been here a week before with several of her girl friends as they spent the day walking, talking and shopping. One of them spotted the shop tucked down the alley way and the gaggle of girls walked in. They didn’t spend more then five minutes in the shop after realizing what it sold and all had left giggling. But, the eighteen year old’s eyes had widen after a few minutes of looking around at the wares and decided that she would come back when she was alone. Turning the knob she opened the door and entered. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Carla closed a one-inch wide, rhinestone-covered collar around her neck, completing her costume. She spun the collar so that the leash ring was centered in front then inspected herself in the mirror. Maybe she was going a little overboard… but what the hell, you’re only young once! The girl in the cat costume that looked back at Carla from the mirror positively radiated sex appeal. A sleeveless black leotard, cut low down the chest and back, hugged her every curve. The shiny black spandex reflected light in such a way as to draw extra attention to the curviest parts: her boobs, hips, and butt. That butt, like her breasts, was only partially covered by the extremely high cut legs of the leotard. The rest of her butt and her long legs were covered in dark fishnet tights. Those tights didn’t reflect light the same way the spandex did, but she figured that the desired male attention would be drawn to her shapely legs anyway. ...

Author's Note: This is just the first chapter of the story, if people enjoy it I will post the second chapter and so on and so fourth. Thanks. Chapter 1: One small step for thought, one giant leap for pleasure. Kristen looked at her own reflection in the mirror trying to mentally convince her to go through with her plan. She had always been interested in the world of bdsm and even fantasized about it often, but her experience so far had been very limited and for the most part, unsatisfying. That is what she hoped to change when she heard about a local group in town that hosts an annual bdsm retreat at a local hotel. Kristen had read reviews about the event online and after reading some personal stories from past attendees she was more than ready to check in out this year herself. ...

The young college student looked decidedly out of place, standing at the street corner as she was, dressed only in cut off shorts, tank top, sandals, and carrying a worn backpack slung over one shoulder. She was especially out of place considering it was 1:00AM on a Monday morning! The street light bathed the intersection in an orange glow, making it somewhat difficult to see very far in either direction, but it really didn’t matter to Kylie as there was no one to see her anyway at this hour. Even in a college town, the students had to get at least some sleep before Monday morning classes began, and so Kylie felt secure in the belief that there was no one to interfere with her adventure. Kylie took a second to casually scan all directions of the intersection once more, before turning to enter the building behind her. ...