Breathplay

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain. ...

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day. ...

“Morning sweety.” The cacophony of white noise that permeated the room stopped abruptly, a soft feminine voice taking its place. Justin was quickly pulled out of his half sleep, jolting awake at the sudden change in the sound surrounding him. Before he attempted to stretch his limbs out, he heard the hinges of the thick steel door that she had installed creak along, the sound of scraping metal filling his ears. ...

Author's Note: This story is written in 1st person, so the dominant could easily be any sex. But I have selected the F-f tag because the idea for the story was inspired by a work of art by Gnarly Thotep, which depicts two women. One has a noose around her neck, arms bound behind her back and one leg tied up in the air. The other woman is lifting a second rope and looks to be planning to raise the leg that’s still on the round so the woman is forced to hang from her neck. ...

Author's Note: Wrote this because of a conversation I had with someone who messaged me about a previous story, talking about it really got me back into writing, so if anyone else wants to have a chat about this story or anything else I’d love that so drop me an email Hope to write more parts to this at some point, Enjoy!! Part One Something had to change. The reports of rapes at the university were at an all time high. Too much alcohol, drugs or a combination of both created large amounts of vulnerable students, both men and women being raped, beaten and generally abused. So, the board came up with the P.S.P, the Public Slut Programme. The idea being volunteers would be available to sate the carnal desires of students. With the recent financial crisis, the incentive of having all student loans paid for by the university was seen as a worthy incentive. And it was enough to perk the interest of Rachel, she had been trying to save for her degree for three years but no matter how hard she worked or how frugal she as the money always seemed to find a way to slip away. She had always enjoyed sex more than her friends and often found herself out to the late hours of the morning wearing something slutty looking for someone to keep her entertained for a few hours. She realised that her classmates would probably not like her and call her a whore but she knew it would be worth it, it’s the only way she was going to get her degree. She thought about the idea of having sex with strangers and was surprised how eager she actually was. So, she decided it was a win win, she’d get her degree setting herself up for the rest of her life and she’d get to indulge her increasingly large sexual appetite. ...

Author's Note: I originally intended Kitsune to be a short piece, but in the comments there was some interest in what came next. As the fates would have it, I found I hadn’t explored it adequately enough either, so here’s a sequel of sorts with the perspective swapped. Disclaimer that I continued with the rather dark tone of Kitsune, and I again left it open ended. So whatever fate you envision for our protagonist will be the one she faces; it’s a rather somber and exhausting story for me to return to despite how much fun it was to write. I await your responses, until then I’ll be recovering with kitty gifs on reddit. ...

Author's Note: Hope you like, I’m far from a professional writer, so I’m sure its not perfect. My name is Katie. I’m a freshman in collage and although I’ve never taken a dance class I’ve always been interested in being a cute ballerina. I’m 5'7 and weigh 140. I have perky C breast and long blond hair. Since I got a full scholarship to collage I can’t fail any classes. That’s not too big a problem, since I can normally get guys to do my homework. Some guys consider me a tease since I’m a good Christian girl who has never had sex or a boyfriend. I’ve never even had any one see or touch my breast. ...

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. ...

(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. ...