Breathplay

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it. Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her. ...

He was alone in a carpeted room. White walls, no windows, a single door directly ahead of the chair to which he was bound, a chair that itself had been bolted to the floor. He was naked, apart from the six strap suspender belt and sheer 10 denier black nylons she had cajoled him into donning. His erection was a bar of lead pointing up towards the single white light bulb over head. His wrists were securely behind his back, reams of rope subduing him, the same coil also securing the wrists to the chair itself. His ankles were lashed to each chair leg, and his knees were secured also. More rope was taut around his torso, keeping him securely in place. Last, a two inch ball gag with chin strap. She had forced it deep into his mouth and the buckle bit into the back of his head, whilst the chin strap was so tight that his mouth was forced down around the ball. She had taken particular delight in applying it, moments after a long lingering kiss that had left him wanting so much more. That had been two hours ago; in the interim he had heard her running a bath, soft music a gentle background embrace. One or twice he had heard her on the phone to friends, discussing the normal and the mundane, no indication as to what she done to her husband. Tonight was the culmination of several months since he had learned of her love of bondage and control. To her it was about the visual and the psychological. She had opened up and spoken at length about the sense of empowerment she experienced when he gave himself over to her. For his part she was the answer to every fantasy he had ever dared flirt with, a living manifestation of a women he feared would only exist in his mind. Only he had been wrong; she was the dominatrix he had longed for during those years alone. ...

Author's Note: Something I wrote sometime back, Personally I think it’s a story that turned out quite good and find it quite kinky still. Hope it’s enjoyed… Ashley was truly a rare breed if you ever saw one, a true beautiful woman who of all things was a competent cat burglar. It’s the one thing you would never have expected out of someone such as her. She was after all brought up by her father, who in his earlier life was a cat burglar himself and he had taken the time to teach his young daughter all there was to know of how to get past some of the best security systems. ...

Chapter 1 When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a few steps behind this door what could only be described as a jail cell. The cell was about 10 foot square, solid stonewalls on three sides and bars at the front, and the ceiling was an old heavy brick arch. ...

I stir as the sun rises, shining through the slightly parted curtains of our bedroom. Feeling your tender bottom pressed against mine in the bed we share I smile knowing you didn’t get up through the night. I smile as I roll over and look at your body held firmly by the heavy rubber cat suit that you were shoehorned into the night before. Knowing you probably haven’t slept much I stroke your thigh with my hand as you lay there and I hear you moan. I run my hand between your thighs and feel a slight vibration, smiling to myself knowing you had no sleep at all. I look to your pretty face and see it hidden from my view by a heavy rubber hood with no eyes, remembering I pushed a large gag into your mouth before I locked the hood around your head so you wouldn’t disturb my rest. The collar around your neck locked over the collar of the hood so making it non removable. I run my hands up your shoulders feeling how tightly the strong leather arm binder has pulled them together at the back, and also feeling for the strap that pulled your bound feet in the highest heels imaginable up to your wrists securing you in place for the night. I feel you squirm slightly as what must be a very constrained orgasm rides through you as you can barely breathe. The corset you have on under the suit makes your breathing short and sweet and more than once through the night you have been on the verge of losing consciousness. Realising I am awake you try to moan through your gag and writhe through your bonds to be close to me and hold me but the strain finally takes your breath and your breath and reality leaves you. ...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to comment below. My slave, Ai was kneeling in front of me, facing the corner, naked of course, ankles crossed, and hands behind her neck, wearing a collar, and leather wrist and ankle restraints, which was her standard slave “uniform”. It was the one year anniversary of our first bondage session. And tonight I had special plans for her - very special plans indeed. ...

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty. So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/ Chapter 1 - Prolog My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?” ...

Prologue My wife’s eight years younger than I am so you could say I was a cradle robber but we’ve been in love since we met in our twenties. Paula’s introduction into bondage had started while we dating. I had brought it up in conversation and as the interest grew had shown her my small collection of toys and magazines. Most of the magazines were geared towards the female persuasion which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time she helped craft several of her bondage sessions we did from the pictures within. I also had several magazines with women dominating their male subs with all types of torture including cbt, spanking; sucking the proffered dildo and driving home. For many years bondage was a mutual thing between us; with her playing the sub much more often than dominate because she doesn’t share my desire to be a dominate mistress. For her the real turn on was the unexpected twist of those very sensitive parts. I enjoyed building her to multiple orgasms with toys or my cunning tongue then completing the task by driving home “the real thing” as she says while she was very immobile and out of control; something I enjoy as well. Over the course of time however things changed as they always do. She still enjoys our making love with all its passion in the moment but her desire for the bondage play has dampened time and “the change” which leaves me to the off moment when she’s gone and all’s quite at home. When I play alone she’d normally make checks on me for safety reasons and the occasional ass slap or ride. ...

Author's Note:Before getting to the story, I wanted to right a brief intro for anyone who chooses to read it. First of all, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to check out my work. Secondly, I wanted to give you an idea of what you can expect, since it is quite a commitment to make it all the way through, as those of you who read my first story now surely know. That first story, ‘Erica’s Capture’, got some mixed reviews, primarily because we all have different things that we look for in our kink, and some people would have preferred to have it go in a different direction than it did. I thought I’d take a minute to give readers an idea of what they can expect here, in order to avoid disappointment. This will be the story of the abduction of a young girl, and the gradual breaking of her will. It will involve continual restraint and confinement that starts fairly mildly and gradually grows more and more restrictive as she is trained and broken. There will not be a turning of the tables in this story, and our young captive has little or no chance of escape or rescue. If you’re looking for a story with a more positive potential ending, you should check out ‘Erica’s Capture’ if you haven’t already. In short, I will attempt to chronicle the creation of a slave from unwilling cloth (constrained by my limited writing ability and as filtered through my own fantasies and imagination), and I hope that you enjoy the ride. ...

Part 1 Emma and Kate were excited about being invited to the party. Lauren was a top model, very wealthy and had a reputation for hosting the best parties. She lived in a huge Victorian Terrace house in a fashionable part of London. The women arrived and were soon into the party atmosphere. Champagne seemed to be running freely not to mention the other substances on offer. Soon after midnight, the friends were standing in the hallway. “Hey this must be the way down to Lauren’s famous champagne cellar” Emma said as she pushed open a door to reveal steps leading down to the basement. ...