Bondage

She was a seemingly quiet and solitary young woman of around thirty. Though not unattractive, she dressed very plain and often mismatched. Being rather shy and reserved, you would never see her going out with guys. She just lived above her employer’s office and kept to herself. Perhaps she was even a virgin, destined to become an old maid. Who knows, she may have never even masturbated to bring herself sexual pleasure. However, deep inside lurked a horny vixen, who longed to enjoy the pleasures a man could provide. ...

Part 1 It was quarter to 12. The door bell rang and she got up and went to the door. It was her friend Carmen. Carmen was there to pick her up. They were going to a movie after lunch. She said." We can’t go yet. I have to feed my brother." Carmen looked at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said. “No.” Stephanie said grinning. “It’s not quite what you think.” ...

Day 1 My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss. “Morning hunny happy birthday”. “Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?” ...

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading! ...

Author's Note: This is a bondage story that i hope you will enjoy to your abilities! Chapter 1 Hi i’m Chloe Polo, and now i’m 25 years old. This started when I was 19 and my master is standing here next to me while i write this for your, and his amusment. I was into bondage since the age of about 14. I tryed out self bondage but I couldn’t find the thrill in being able to get out if i need to. I gave up bondage for a long while until on my 18th birthday ...

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin. Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.” ...

Prologue When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought… ...

Standing in front of me was a handsome young man. He was no taller than I but very well built. He had his eyes cast to the floor and would dare not look at me unless spoken to. “What a good boy” I find myself thinking as I look over him. His bubbly ass was bright red from his daily punishment and his nipples were standing hard at attention from being clamped for so long. I tell him to kneel and he does so without hesitation. I have trained him well. The light from the fire seems to dance on his bald head I gently rub it and whisper” Do you love your master?” he gazes up into my eyes and replies “Yes master” I force him on all fours and have him walk with me to the table where I have already laid out the toys for tonight’s session. First taking the dog tail butt plug I shove it into his mouth and say to him “Make that nice and wet, unless you want me to shove it in dry” I watch as he uses his own saliva to make his familiar ass toy as slick as possible. After some time has passed and I remove the toy from his mouth tell him to take a deep breath and I shove it in listening to him let out a deep sigh as it sits in place, then taking the dog mask I cover that beautiful face of his with the mask and secure it almost too tight around his head. ...

Part I My name is Jake. I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape. The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time. ...

Author's Note: The characters in this story are real. Some events are real and part are fiction. The author has experienced being in bondage and diapered with no means of escape. The story’s ending has not yet been accomplished in real life however. Male pen pal wanted is the way the ad began. In the ad, she explained she was soon to be released from prison. She told nothing else except her age, height, weight, and measurements as well as drug and alcohol free. Those things all sounded good to me. I was a couple years older, a little taller and slim just as she was. Her measurements also showed her to have generous breasts, a slim waist, and not-too-big hips…all good. ...