Bondage

“Well, slave, how do I look?” I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck. Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well. ...

Chapter 1 John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave. ...

Author's Note: Edit 5/29/16 Boy I really had to do some editing to this story, all my grammar was completely off. So here it is again. As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. ...

Author's Note: As requested since the first part was so well liked to The Van in 7A, here is the continuation. This second part was all my original story and the woman who had come up with the first part said she loved this too. That always makes me happy as a writer. For those who want to read the stories in order please check out the first part under my user profile here, it is called once again The Van in 7A. ...

Author's Note: Although I submitted it as my second work on this site, this story is somewhat older than “Dorei”. She wasn’t exactly pretty. Attractive, yes. Intriguing, sure. Some – most – might even say beautiful. But pretty? There lay a kind of hardness in her features, making it difficult to connect her to terms such as “cute” or “twee”. I would call her Rho, for her real name is of no consequence anymore. ρ, the sixteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. Or, minding that it was to be a proper name, the capital form: P ...

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission. Meeting Her I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse. ...

Author's Note: This is my first completed story. Please feel free to criticize. I would love the feedback! My final class on Friday has just ended signifying the start of the weekend. It couldn’t be better timing either. I’m completely exhausted from the week of classes and lack of sleep caused by homework. I call you to let you know that I’m on my way home. You say you can’t wait but that you have to go because you are working on homework. It’s a complete lie. The second you hang up you go get three short pieces of rope. One you hide inside your pillowcase and the other two you hide underneath the bed. At this point I’m almost home and you know it. For the final touch you clean all your school supplies off the bed and remove your panties from underneath your black short shorts. You finish getting redressed just in time to hear me unlock the front door. When I walk in you are standing in the doorway to our bedroom wearing your black short shorts and a black tank top with a black lace bra underneath. At 5'8", 110 pounds, with reddish-brown hair and deliciously pale, white skin, you are the definition of sexy and you send my mind to all the wrong places. I take off my backpack and place it by the couch. ...

Author's Note: Please note that I have Dyslexia so I appologise for any issues people have reading this story. As my punctuation and my paragraphs may not be good. This is a fictional story and my first so please enjoy. Part 1 My name is Sharia I am tall with long brown hair and slim to medium build depending on the angle of the light haha. I would like to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was 18 and I moved into my own flat. ...

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all. Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge. ...

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story over a decade ago and it was included in my first published book. The book is no longer in print, so I’m offering the story here for free. Enjoy and comment as you will. Bondage blessings to you all. Part 1 All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset. ...