Caught

Author's Note: This came out quite a bit longer than I originally intended. Part 1 It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion. ...

Author's Note: Once again I have ventured into the world of human livestock. What goes through the mind of a human who finds that he has been reduced to the status of an animal? If you find yourself on that path, not by your choice, how do you cope? How do you adjust? Can you? Update (2013/09/26): I plan to post three chapters approximately every four weeks. In these chapters Jacob becomes better trained as a proper pony. ...

Author's Note: Every plan has a risk of failure. Every plan has unintended consequences. But sometimes the risk and consequences are so great that the plan should have never been undertaken. Who would have thought that China would be the vehicle that brought the world economy not just to its knees, but flat on its face? They called it the bursting of the real estate bubble. As it turned out over half of China’s economic boom was based upon real estate development. Development that continued long past the time it was clear that there was no one to occupy the properties being built. Huge modern high-tech ghost towns sprung up replacing farmland and then grew as if waiting for some alien visitors to appear and move in.But, there was no one to take the space and although millions lived in abject poverty they had neither the desire nor the ability to move into these newly created areas. ...

Author's Note: Authors note: This is a revision of the story I originally submitted. I apologize for the format and poor writing of the first. I know that my English and writing skills are poor. I sent the story to my friend John in New Jersey who helped me with the rewrite it. We all have different skills. English and writing are not mine. On the other hand I can fix anything electrical or mechanical. Hope you enjoy my story and leave good comments. ...

A long day.. It was mid spring a beautiful day and I had arranged with a girl I met online to have a little bondage fun. I had only met her once before as I was invited to her house for coffee and to talk about what I would like her to do to me. The next time I saw her, one week later, I took a big risk on trusting her and the scenario was for her to take me anywhere of her choosing and chain me up naked and tease me and whip me etc. I had told her about the time I was abandonened and that I had enjoyed it and suggested I wouldn’t mind if she left me for as short time. ...

Author's Note: Some stories are too wild to be believed. “Holy shit, man! You’re never gonna freakin’ believe this! Let’s get a table near the back. I know there’s no one here, but I don’t need anyone else hearing this. Yes, way in the back. I’m telling you, man, this really happened! Ture story! Okay, okay! I’m calming down. Do you have that thing on? I want to get all this down before I forget any of it. Although I don’t think I’m gonna forget this for a long time.” ...

Sitting at home watching the latest reality show I came to a firm conclusion: I have lost myself into a boring and predictable rut. I have a steady job, a nice home but no relationship, no adventure, nothing unpredictable, nothing random and I was getting tired of it. I was by no means old, I was only 29. I was also by no means ugly, I had a trim figure, B’s and Mediterranean features down to the permanent olive tan. Tomorrow was a Friday; I don’t know what I should do but as I ate another chip I knew I needed to do something. ...

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. Living abroad can be a liberating experience, and Akiko had finally built up the courage to make one of her dreams come true. The exchange student would never have considered actually doing such a thing in her native Japan, but here in America, somehow everything seemed possible. Even those dark secrets you never share with anyone. She left her apartment wearing only a denim halter dress and sandals. The dress had a built-in bra so her small but pert breasts didn’t need any extra support. In her hand bag, she had only a chain, a padlock, and some duct tape acquired from a local hardware store. Around her wrist was an elastic band with the key to her apartment. Locking the door, she made off to the park. ...

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it! Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend. Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around. ...

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back. This is one of my first pieces, and could do with a little more polish, but I hope you enjoy even without it! The day has finally arrived - the day I plan to spend securely hogtied, unable to touch myself in any of the ways that I want. I had decided on a classic hogtie, locking padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and pinning everything together behind my back using a single handcuff ratchet. Aesthetically, I would prefer the handcuffs to tighten directly on my skin, with the chain of my leg restraints looped around the cuffs, but I find that fighting cold steel leaves painful marks that raise too many difficult questions. ...