Bondage

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for. _Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!* Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous. ...

Author's Note: Milly is awoken from a drunken stupor on the morning of her 19th birthday to be told by her guardians that she is no longer welcome in their house; they can no longer stomach her ignorant and abusive behaviour. They have done their best for her but no more, she must go; immediately. Milly promises change, radical change; and enters into a contract of behaviour for one final chance to remain in the family home. Forced into chastity, kept naked and restrained; punished; will she regret this decision? ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com. Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story! I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams. ...

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation. As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye. ...

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress… ‘You’re late, Elaine!’ ‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’ ‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’ ‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short. ‘Take off that blouse!’ ...

Amber carefully made her way back down into the basement, taking care not to spill the contents of the metal bowl she carried. He was right where she left him—not that he had a choice she thought-and admired her handiwork. Dan–her lover– was covered in sweat, drool running down his chin and onto the matted hair on his chest. His ass was a perfect rosy red and his penis was more of an angry red and looking like it was about to burst open. ...

“I really don’t know how these people do it.” thinking to myself. It had been 30 minutes since I passed the last sign of civilization if you want to call a single pump gas station civilization. “I bet they don’t even take credit cards!” I ranted. I was starting to regret accepting my friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in Maine. I never could quite understand what the thrill of driving 3 hours to a cabin just to get drunk was. I guess that is why I am here, I felt compelled to find out. ...

*CLICK* I slowly opened my eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. The sound that had woken me was Pauline’s bedroom door closing. I smiled to myself, since I knew exactly what it meant: Matt, Pauline’s boyfriend, had left for work. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over onto my tummy (although the fact that my breasts were now underneath me, being pressed by my weight against the bed, was far more noticeable). It was then that I realised how horny I was this morning. I decided to go and disturb Pauline… ...

Category: N/A Codes: f-f, m-f, non-consensual, reluctant , () Clara hated this city. It was small, it always rained and the food was just awful. But the thing that she really hated were the incompetent morons who ran this city’s branch of Calicent. Calicent, one the the worlds leading business to business sales company’s. Numbers were seriously down and Clara was dispatched to sort things out. Clara was a very attractive blonde. A tight fitting pencil skirt. Her toned legs were enhanced by her high heeled shoes. A tight fitting blouse covered her torso. A bright, red jacket finished her outfit ...