Bondage

0:01:43….0:01:42….0:01:41…0:01:40, she watches as the timer sitting in front of her counts down to her demise, she’s been staring at it ominously for the past 2 hours hoping she’ll be able to stop the timer or at least slow it down from just staring at it alone, but that of course won’t happen. She tries to scream for help in hopes someone will come untie her but the ball gag shoved in her mouth stifles any chance of someone hearing her. The ropes lashing her wrists and ankles together are unforgiving and bite into her flesh with every move, the rope around her waist and around her breasts keep her held tight to the chair….but we’re getting ahead of ourselves here, lets look at how Sabrina got herself into this little predicament. ...

79997… 79998… 79999… 80000… “God Damnit!” I yelled, kicking the metal chest, hurting my foot. “I knew I should have started in the other damn direction!” Had I missed the correct digit ages ago? The mere thought of it almost made me feel sick. It has taken over two weeks working several hours a night to get this far. I had purposely gone slow to ensure no mistakes, in fact, several digits were double checked just to be sure. There was no way a missed a digit, but try telling your brain that when panic starts to set in. ...

Bright morning sunlight streamed through the window as Lady Domina opened her eyes. She felt refreshed and invigorated, looking forward to the coming day and smiled to herself knowing what it would bring. She looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. A gentle knock at her bedroom door, broke her reverie. “Come in Monika, My pet,” Lady Domina said in her light British accent. The door opened slowly and Monika, Lady Domina’s personal slave, walked through the doorway carrying breakfast on a silver platter. ...

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.* The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :) ...

Author's Note: New heroine, short story Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual. Behind the screens on the carriage windows sat a single occupant, a petite blond woman in her late 30’s with attractive but pointed features, she sat wrapped in a heavy travelling cape her gloved hands holding documents which she studied intently. This was Lady Sally Blackrook, an Englishwoman of some nobility. Widow of the late Lord Blackrook she was a woman of independent means despite her husband’s wealth. A famed beauty she had remained single since husband’s death however it was rumoured she had her choice of lovers from the great and good of the English and International élite. She was infamous in polite society as an unconventional woman who did not conform to the Victorian role of a lady, shooting, hunting and partaking of other hazardous pursuits not deemed suitable for a lady of her status. In fact she was an adventuress and explorer using her considerable wealth to fund her exploits, there were even rumours she occasionally took the pay of British Government as a spy. ...

Author's Note: : This story is inspired by the 1979 horror film, “Tourist Trap”. At a modest truck and travel stop along the massive interstate, the lunch crowd had arrived in full force of travelers and truck drivers alive. The booths were packed with all sorts of people, with even the front serving bar filled up. Alicia parked her car and entered the packed restaurant, seeing the crowd and immediately wondered how long the wait would be before she ordered; 10 minutes? 30 minutes, maybe? Was she better off heading back to her car and driving a little further for lunch? ...

Part 1 Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples. ...

Jeff turned his gray Impala off of the main highway, onto a well-packed dirt road leading behind the hill. The Impala’s headlights were all that lit up the lonely, bumpy stretch of road. “Where is this party?” asked Jen, Jeff’s long time girlfriend, from her perch in the passenger seat. “Ken’s old farm house. It’s perfect for rowdy parties. No neighbors. No cops.” After a short drive, Jeff pulled into the last space at the end of a dark, unlit field that was doubling as a guest parking lot. ...

Author's Note: Ann and Jen are back in this sequel to my story “Last Minute Costume”. Although this story may make more sense if you read that one first, it’s not a requirement. Jen tightened the leather belt molding the plastic garbage bag “dress” about her waist one more notch and turned toward the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. “Here I come!” she shouted before stepping out of the bathroom into the master bedroom. ...

Barrister Humley’s voice droned on in a low, soothing baritone as he read slowly from the legal documents laid out on his desk. “I, Robert Wilkinson being of sound mind and…” Antoinette ‘Toni’ Wilkinson threw her head back in tiered frustration. “Can we speed this up? We all know why were here.” Humley peered over his spectacles. “Protocol must be complied with, Mrs Wilkinson. In accordance with your husband’s last wish….” ...