Bondage

Author's Note: This story is based on a suggestion from a reader. I have to apologise about long it took to write, things got very busy at home. As soon as my master discovered I’d not published it yet he set about finding ways to motivate me… Suffice it to say that we’ve discovered forty-five minutes of orgasm denial (until I’d finished the story) is a great inspiration! “You’re a fucking liar!” She screamed. I ducked, narrowly avoiding the plate which disintegrated inches above my head and the brown slime of the spaghetti bolognese which now decorated the wall. ...

Sigh, another boring trade luncheon to attend. I have to go to these things monthly and they vary from slightly informative to utterly boring. I made my way to the convention center for the luncheon and after getting direction from security, I went to the elevator to head up to the 3rd floor. As I waited in line, a voice spoke behind me “Are you going to the luncheon as well” said a sweet voice and when I turned around to see who was talking, I almost couldn’t speak. ...

I’m not exactly the manliest man on the block. I spend far too much time engulfed in fantasy novels, video games, and all around what one might dub, ’nerdly pursuits’. I was never one for things like sports, cars, or the other trappings of accepted male society. But I did entertain the idea that my inner mentality was in fact, common of my species. Did I not wish to find a potential mate and conquer her heart and body? Was my purpose not to dominate her will and bring her satisfaction through my very physical ability? Weren’t these the things women expected of a mate? I thought so, at least. ...

Author's Note: Kinda pathetic, I know, the muse left… These last few days all I could think about was Miss De Sade, my devilishly sexy English teacher. She was so fine, for a twenty eight year old, and I spent more time staring at her in class than concentrating on the actual work. I couldn’t help it. She was so fit that all I could dream about was fucking her right on her own desk, and maybe having her jerk me off or give me a blowjob. Whenever I wanked myself off I imagine it was her hand, not mine, doing the jerking. ...

Introduction Her name was Mary, but professionally she was Mistress Madeleine, she felt this touch of Frenchness suited her profession. She even talked with a phoney French accent when she was working with a client. She had started out as a normal girl, but a boyfriend, at university, changed all that, he persuaded her to tie him up and dominate him. Reluctant at first to do this, she eventually agreed, more for a laugh than for any serious reason, to her surprise she found she liked it. The feeling of power over another person, and the control where major turn on’s for her. The boyfriend eventually disappeared, but her Domme character didn’t, so after a number of career false starts she started advertising herself as Mistress Madeleine. She was amazed when the phone started ringing with men and a few women wanting to visit her for ‘corrective training’. ...

Author's Note: This is the seconf story about Madeleine and Master John. It has been a while in the writing but it’s herte now, I hope you like it. Introduction David and Mellany had been together for four years and married for nearly two, but recently things had been going wrong. They had a long standing love of bondage, unfortunately they were both naturally submisive in nature. Before their marriage they had only experimented a few times with bondage games, but after they married the games became a regular part of their sex life. Initially they took turns at being tied, but as time past Mellany took less and less interest in tying her husband, things had recently reached the point were she had outright refused to play the Domme part of the relationship. This left David feeling letdown and he retaliated by in turn refusing to play the Master to Mellany’s sub. As a result their marriage was starting to fall apart. ...

Author's Note: Mistress has suggested that I be her ‘anal gimp’ on stage in front of an audience. I will be restrained to a wooden horse in my dog mask while she teases by arse with a squirting strap-on horse cock, before finally fucking me. This got me thinking about one of my oldest fantasies that I have yet to live out, so maybe this will be the chance to do it. Following is my fantasy, not reality yet but we will see soon!! I have sent a version of this to Mistress for her comments and suggestions. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5’ 7" Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren’t the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer. ...

Author's Note: Life and punitions of latex slaves Small precision vocabulary derived from Wikipedia: The ordeal is to pass a physical test the accused deciding his fate. The accused was dressed in religious clothing to submit to the “judgment of God”, the event takes place under the eyes of the tutelary deity of justice, which will save the innocent and prevent injustice. The judicial duel is a bilateral ordeal. The tests were against people with conflicting claims. ...

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them. Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out. ...