Bondage

Author's Note: Been awhile since I’ve posted here. Been focusing on doing illustrations for my stories using DAZ3D and kind of lost track of this site. This particular story is another one with more story than bondage–for those who enjoy that. 8:15 p.m. Omega Day Ten years ago, my best friend, Tod, killed his wife. He caught Alicia sleeping with another man (something she’d been doing frequently behind his back for years) and in a fit of jealous rage, he shot her dead. Tod never seemed like the jealous type; always claimed to trust his wife implicitly. Even when I tried to tell him (in a tactful way) that she couldn’t be trusted, he refused to believe me. ...

Author's Note: There wasn’t a club like this at my university (at least not that I was invited to)… a real shame I feel! “Come on Jenny we’re going to be late!” We weren’t, we had half an hour before the taxi was due but Claire was as excited as a kid at Christmas. She’d been dressed for hours, her make-up had been perfected before I’d even selected my dress. Admittedly it wasn’t every day you were invited to the Principal club. Formed in the early days of the university the club brought together the best, brightest and richest of the students on campus. Founded by early members who had gone on to make their millions the club was the social elite, few people even knew of it’s existence. Membership was by invitation only and they were extremely selective of their guests. ...

Chapter 1 The mall was fairly busy when Rachael strolled in. It was Friday afternoon, and school had just let out for spring break. She wasn’t sure what she was shopping for; it just felt good to get away from classes and indulge in a little “me” time. She strolled down the walkway, checking out the various window displays. She didn’t notice the figure about 20 yards behind, following her every move. ...

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Rachael’s Abduction, which should be read before reading this story. Chapter 1 Brad couldn’t believe what a turnaround his life had taken in the past 24 hours: yesterday, he was a slave master; today, he was an owned slave! He just knew that he couldn’t survive being locked up with who knows who for a cellmate; constantly at risk for a beating or rape. At least with these two, they might be inclined to go easy on him, or even forgive him after he demonstrated repentance. Also, he had a much better chance of escaping here than if he were in prison. ...

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave Part 1 It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl. ...

(This is a follow-on to Lazy Winter Afternoon. It’ll make sense without it, but it’d probably be better if you read that first) In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed them. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards. ...

Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here. Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here. ...

Author's Note: This is my first ever porn/bondage story/whatever, so please be kind (and I know it’s weird. Really. This is actually a toned down version of the weirdest and most vivid dream I’ve ever had). Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it (do you do that on this site? I don’t know). Anyway… enjoy! Part 1 I wasn’t too sure about staying with my uncle, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Mum and Dad hadn’t made a will, so I automatically went to the closest family member - it didn’t matter much to social services we’d met only twice, they just wanted me off their hands. ...

Author's Note: Warning: creepo characters and darker themes, including heavy misandry and misogyny. Also futa. Proceed with caution. Rat —- The chill crept through my jacket as I lumbered down the foggy street. The street lights shone bright and their reflections peered back at me on the dewy asphalt. Fall in New England, beautiful in the day and haunting at night. My footsteps fell on the sidewalk, clap clap clap clap, echoing around the silent and empty street. ...

Amanda and I have been seeing each other pretty steadily for at least eighteen months. We have never formally moved in together, but we have spent a lot of time at each others’ places - usually mine, since I have a house that has a lot more space and privacy than Amanda’s tiny apartment. At first the relationship was really good. Physically, she’s a knockout - petite, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a trim body with breasts just big enough to make an inviting handful but not big enough to have any droop. We have tastes - in music, in films, in outdoor activities – that overlap enough to make our lives compatible without being so much the same that it would be boring. She seemed to enjoy my company, my conversation, our shared activities, and most of all, our sex life. She loved fucking me, and could come three or four times in a row seemingly without effort. She could always nudge me into some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. ...