Breathplay

Author's Note: Enjoy! It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do. Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago” ...

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think. Part 1 - The Perfect Plan Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!” You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream… ...

(Inspired by an original Doggers drawing!) Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies. Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction. ...

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage … Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) ! Part 1 Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school. ...

Author's Note: Please do let me know what you think, and if you like what you read, there is more of my work at: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub The darkness lifted and the Dolly opened her eyes. That was about as much movement as she could do now. She gazed forward, seeing out into the room beyond, along with her reflection in the glass in front of her. Time was a blur now, no night or day, she only knew the case, her constant breathing and the whirr of the machines. She was still, but her mind was still active, remembering… ...

Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time. As always constructive criticism always welcomed. Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long? ...

Part 1 The door creaked open and an innocent-looking girl entered the room, flinching as the heavy metal door slammed back into place. She looked around the room uncertainly, perhaps wondering if she was in the right place. “Hello,” I greeted her, smiling serenely. Her eyes darted to me and a shy smile broke out across her features. “Uhh.. H-Hi, sir. Are you The Bondsman?” “That I am, girl. And you would be…?” ...

Author's Note: Here is part 1 to a little story I came up with. Part 2 coming in the next week. I’d love feedback and ideas for part 2. I will leave my email unmasked for readers to respond. Part 1 Background: I am a 18 year old boy, tight virgin ass, 6'4, exploring my kinks. I met a mistress online who said she is willing to introduce me to the world of kink. ...

Clara’s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her. Have you had any children? - No. Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No Do you live alone? - Yes Any family or siblings? - No siblings. Parents passed when she was a teenager. Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? - No Any fears or phobias? - Can’t think of any. ...

Author's Note: One minute someone’s telling you about zorbing the next minute you’re having kinky ideas… sometimes I wonder what would happen if my friends got inside my head for a few hours! A short story with a slightly strange idea, please let me know if it intrigues - maybe Steve has other clients? Curiously I knocked on the door, from the outside the warehouse looked nondescript, there was no sign above the entrance and no indication of what took place inside. Abruptly the door opened and a dark haired man in his thirties appeared to shake my hand firmly. He smelt of machines and metalwork. ...