Bondage

Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories Memories I discover three bound women I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies. ...

Author's Note: Sarah goes for a modeling gig, but is soon captured and tormented. Inspired by a classic Insex scene. This story is a little different than some of my others. This is something of a novelization of a classic video that caught my eye from the geniuses at Insex. It is my best attempt to capture, in story form, the contents of the scene. I’ll try to include a link to the video at the end (not sure if that’s frowned upon). Enjoy! ...

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated. The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv. I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list. ...

I was reading on my front porch when I heard the letter carrier’s old car stop at my mailbox. I looked up from my book and felt a surge of hope. Maybe a letter from Bob had arrived at last! I hadn’t heard from him for so long! The only things about the city I really miss out here on the farm are the Internet and e-mail. I ran down the long gravel driveway to the mailbox and eagerly opened it. Yes! there was a letter, and it was from him! I tore open the envelope, extracted the single page of lined notebook paper, and read the hand-written words. ...

Author's Note: I’m new in bondage. So please write if you don’t like anything that’s happened so far, or anything I should change or think of! Thank you for reading xx Part 1 JACK I have gone to the same bar for some years now, to be with my friends and have some drinks. For some weeks ago when I came to the bar, I saw that they had hired a new waitress. Most waitresses were pretty average; too much makeup and slutty clothes, and it was no secret that almost everybody got picked up after work by the men in the bar. ...

Author's Note: My first story! There is a possibility of continuing it but that’s not my intention at the moment. Chapter 1 Vincent messaged me on Facebook. Vincent: “Woof.” Me: “Huh?” Vincent: “I found your puppy porn stash.” Oh no! Was he making fun of me? Shit. Why hadn’t I erased that before handing my laptop over to get fixed!? Vincent: “Don’t worry. I’ve seen way worse. You wouldn’t believe what some people keep on their machines. Besides, puppy play is right up my alley. I’ve even invested a little bit of spare change into a few toys.” ...

Author's Note: This has always been a fantasy of mine. Part 1 A couple of weeks ago Sir had started letting me sleep in his bed with him. He would lock my leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and lock my wrists together and to a tether attached somewhere around the headboard. Sir would leave enough slack so I could sleep comfortably. But as I discovered the first night, he could and would, draw up the slack so my arms were above my head. He would then clip my ankles to tethers, keeping my legs spread wide apart. Using clips instead of locks on my ankles was one way to torment me. No need for locks when I can’t reach my ankles, and I’m still incapable of closing my legs. ...

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it. ...

Author's Note: Just another day in the life of an extreme fantasy mistress Mike stared helplessly at Michelle. He was naked, strapped to a fiendish pole device and she was a Goddess in black leather. She stood before him, whip in hand. “Do I excite you?” she asked quietly. He stood mute, his fear making him unable to answer. “I think your massive erection answers that for me even if you don’t.” Her whip traced a line down his heaving chest and then began to just flick back and forth as it caressed the head of his straining cock. “You said you wanted to experience the ultimate in pleasure mixed with pain. That you will do. I wonder if you will find it worth the cost?” ...

Chapter 1 The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing. It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised. ...