Caught on Utopia Stories Library

A Beautiful Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Change of Scene

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Dangerous Con

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Dog Rack Trapped Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Short Hike

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.”

A Very Public Gamble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Akiko's Night Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Alice Takes A Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Alone at Last

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Alternate Identity: Slave M

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is merely a story for those that love bondage. I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment after reading. (But don’t be too harsh since this is a first for me)

From the outside world, Mariah was your typical 18 year old girl. She was intelligent, kept good grades, did volleyball, had friends, a loving family, and a loving, handsome boyfriend. With the appearance of the typical girl, she was quite beautiful, she was 5'8 with long, blond hair, blue eyes, a well fitted body with C-cup breasts that made the guys and some girls in her school drool with very sight of her. She knew how well her figure looked, giving the occasional bend for a pencil or and erotic stretch and yawn to bring out her bust. With seductive charm like hers, Andrew Oestreich (pronounced “A-strike”) had taken his chance to be where most men wanted, at the side of the “angel of the school”. Little did her classmates know that Mariah had a darker schedule in her life, the schedule of sexual servitude and slavery.

Amy's Bondage Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. “Man, I wish I had bigger boobs,” she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing.

It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn’t stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy’s name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape.

An Unexpected Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Encouraging criticism welcome!

Having purchased my ticked I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. During this time some more people are wandering in, and I notice a few glance at my bibs, nothing more than a second take. I am of course cautious to make sure what I am doing is not seen. Once the lights are dimming for previews I begin the next part, which will make it really interesting. I first slip the cable tie through the ring on the cuff on my left wrist, then pull it to cinch it up tight, effectively now my left wrist is affixed to my side, but the way it sits, if I put my hand in my pocket you cannot tell the bondage, just a hand in the pocket. In reality though, I have little freedom to move my arm and it is bound to my side. I next use a cheap pair of nail clippers to cut off the excess cable tie. Getting my right side is a little trickier, but I manage it though patience and a few attempts. Cutting off the excess cable tie I let the nail clippers fall to the floor and kick them down between some seats. Now both of my arms are bound to my sides and my means of escape is at my car. Time to sit back, and enjoy the movie…I am bound to enjoy it

An Unexpected Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please email me with any feedback. I am an amateur writer and have no bdsm experience. Thank you

I had been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn’t in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6" tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to herself.

Anja The Jungle Queen Sacrfice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Anja awoke from a fitful sleep, she stared at the sun and the new dawning morning knowing that this day would be like no other. Today the proud jungle queen would allow herself to be captured by one of her mortal enemies. As Anja rose and stretched her thin muscular body towards the new day she shuddered to think of all the torments and tortures that she was sure were in store for her. Looking below she quickly maneuvered down from her small tree house to the river below.

Ann Bounded

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character.

Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ?

Audrey's Roommate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a long term story, check periodically for updates

Katie waited for her roommate Audrey to leave the house, then closed her bedroom door. Unfortunately she didn’t have a lock on her door, but she knew Audrey would be gone for at least a few hours.

So Katie went to her dresser and pulled out her fuzzy handcuffs, the kind with a safety latch so she could release herself whenever she needed to. Then she pulled out her vibrator, ballgag, and bondage tape and laid down on her bed.

Barefoot in the Barn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Everyone

So after I punished my last story I got an email from a guy who told me the bit he liked most about it was the barefoot element. I’d included it entirely by accident and, of course I wanted to know more.

I was intrigued, and I set myself a little dare (I set myself - please don’t email me thinking I’m going to fulfil all your kinky requests!). Anyway, afterwards I wrote a story which kind of documented what happened (I say kind of because I might have exaggerated one part to make it a better story… I’ll let you judge which bit).

Big Mouth

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes

Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments

Nobody likes a big mouth.

At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city.

Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too.

Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples.

Bronco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks.

The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy.

Burka Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse.

1. Inspiration and Preparation

As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her.

Caught By A Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments.

[Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ]

Caught by My Neighbor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story.

Part 1

It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling.

Caught in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce my self i am as known to all my friends as viper so we’ll keep it that way. I am a georgious 19 year old with nice c cup breasts and a clean shaven body that all men dream of.

Well i’ve ben doing self bondage since i was 13 and have ben reading stories ever since i love to be tied up gagged and best of all naked.

Caught in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Give me some feedback, be yourself and say what you want.

Chapter 1

My name is Mark, im twenty one years old and I live in an apartment complex by myself. I’m kind of a loner so i dont have much friends. I go to college and come home to my empty apartment. I dont talk to any of my neighbors except the landlord, so I dont really have anyone. I’m not gay but I’ve always been into bondage since i can remember. I’ve never told anyone about my little fetish, and after a long time of being alone my small fetish turned into full obsession of bondage and all kinds of other fetishes. I got a computer and that opened the world of fetish to me. I found I like just about everything from BDSM to smelly feet to breath-play, even chastity, anal play an much more. Like I said im not gay im into women dominating me in anyway they want. I liked all this stuff but i was scared of ever telling anyone. I was afraid my friends and family would reject me so i never let anyone close enough to find out my dark secret. So day after day I found new ways to entertain myself wink wink. I tried everything you could think of that one person can do by their self. It was fun for a while but even that started to feel boring. So I started trying out self bondage. I made homemade sex toys and bondage gear with what I could using store bought items. I never had the courage to go into a sex shop and buy bondage toys, so i did with what i could. So lets get on with the story.

Caught In Self Bondage....And A Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Total fiction of course……and I have left out some detail to keep the narrative flowing but I hope that doesn’t spoil the effect of the story for you.

This is the tale of a man who has spent years keeping his selfbondage secret from everyone…..even his girlfriend with whom he plays kinky games in a basement dungeon at her house. Then one day, she comes home early amd catches him in the act…

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first part of the story is true, the second is fictional

I have been going through a somewhat ugly Divorce, going on two years now and it all comes down to money, sex and a lack of respect. A lack of all three and mainly from her but now it seems she wants all the money she can get before it is over and as much support as possible. I have been more than fair but that apparently is not enough for her. We were married 20+ years, separated the last two with something needing to happen ASAP.

Caught in the Act

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Since I was young it seemed I was always into bondage and female domination. Rolling myself up in a blanket so my arms were immobile was how I started. Seeing my first look at a Female Dominant in a magazine held a power over me it took years to understand. I finally went to a Pro Dominatrix and found the joy and release of submission. But this was getting too expensive over time and I had to cut back my trips to see my Mistress. Then something unexpected happened and my life has been changed ever since.

Caught In The Hot Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on.

Chapter 1

I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more.

Caught the Second Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Second effort, please comment. Hope you enjoy. Not the way I had planned it. Part 2 may follow.

Part 1

I am forty years old and have been married for twenty of those. The kids are off in college and I am currently retired thanks to six lucky numbers. My wife is a good woman, did a great job raising the kids. My only complaint is in regards to sex. It does not interest her and she has never initiated sex after we had kids. She will give it up if I ask but I try not to because I know she does not like it. I do not want to wander because I am a target. I have tried everything but she is happy with a vibrator. I bought it as a supplement, not a replacement.

Chloé

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: still looking for proof-reader !

Chapter 1 (added: )

It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom’s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work.

The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom’s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa.

Choking On Her Aspirations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not an engineer, so if anyone can figure out an actual device that does what I describe, I’d definitely be interested.

Jane was shy, single, and kinky. It was a perfect recipe to result in her curiosity and experimentation with self bondage.

In her adolescence she would breathlessly wait for her parents to leave on a grocery trip, or she would fake illness to avoid joining a visit to a relative’s. While alone in the house, Jane delighted in her top secret and favorite activity of binding herself with whatever materials she could get her hands on.

Christmas Cajoling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :)

Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates.

But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food.

Coming of Age (Enslavement - Book 1)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of betrayal, enslavement, hope and desperation. It is actually the first in a series of stories involving a young woman who after being cheated of her inheritance by a conniving guardian is sold into slavery.

For Esme the coach ride had been thrilling. It was three days in a public coach to Bacau. But for the last six years Esme had not been in a coach at all. She had not been in a city. She had not been out in the world, so she had not had contact with young men. As the coach bumped lurched and shook over what passed as a highway, Esme flirted, and engage the young cavalry Captain sitting across from her in conversation.

Devon Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Dian Taylor - Oh My God!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage.

Chapter 1: All About Me

Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me.

Direction of Destiny

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As Laura turned off her car, she breathed a sigh of relieve, closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. A simple four hour drive down the highway had turned into an all day nightmare of bumper to bumper traffic due to one major construction delay and two different accidents. Coupled this with the past several days of being away from home at high pressured business meetings meant her nerves were now officially frazzled.

Discovered in Self-Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I walked into work, I was a little uncomfortable. The cock cage was resting heavily, pulling on my balls. And when I walked, it pulled, which in turn excited me, and then my cock would swell against the closely spaced wires of the cage. Also, I noticed a very quiet little “tink, tink” sound of the small lock hitting the metal every time I took a step. It was very subtle. I wondered if anyone else could hear it. If they did, I hoped they’d assume it was keys in my trousers. Suit and tie guy. The thought of discovery - but not really believing discovery was a real danger - titillated me, and excited me more. And the whole cycle would start again.

Don't Go Into The Basement!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome.

Chapter 1

“Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table.

“Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage.

“I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied.

Don't Knock It...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

…Till You’ve Tried It!

It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with.

Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them.

Dream Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at karmap0licemen@gmail.com. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next.

Ellie and the 'Self BDSM Outfit'

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story length 4600+ words. Pleased to receive comments or constructive criticism. Hope you like it.

Ellie kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her work clothes and slipped into a dressing gown. She had just got home from work. Later she would have a shower but for the moment she just wanted to relax. It was Friday evening and she was looking forward to having a relaxing weekend. It had been a very busy day at work and she just wanted to switch off. Usually at weekends she would go out with friends but this weekend she was just going to ‘chill’ at home.

Fast Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach!

It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain.

For the Love of Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is about medical bondage. Diapers are used, but it is not the main idea of the story. Instead, the diapers are used as a way to keep Mike locked in his medical bondage that much longer.

When Grace died, I thought my world had crashed down around me. We grew up together, were high school sweethearts and continued together into college. I graduated the top of my class and Grace accepted my hand in marriage. We traveled together to Graduate School where I pursued my Masters and Ph.D. Grace worked as a registered home health nurse. We had two children and I started working as a researcher and writer. As the children grew, we played and prayed and weathered the bumps of life and grew ever closer. When the children grew up and left the house for their own lives , Grace and I started playing with each other all over again, just as we had when we were kids. We enjoyed each others laugh and struggles and predicaments. One night, when Grace mentioned she missed having a baby around to feed and diaper and play with, I casually replied, “Well you can always diaper and play with me if you want.” She laughed at that. I didn’t think much more about it.

Forbidden Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have originally written this for myself, however I decided to share it. For now this is the full story, however I may write some kind of continuation of it in the future. Enjoy!

I’m a single mother. My husband left me and my son Jim 4 years ago. Since then I cared for Jim alone. He is 18 years old now, just finished school and is currently unemployed.

Goldielocks and the Three Bears

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another of those pesky fairy tales, re-imagined

Once upon a time, there was a magic forest - probably the same one Red Riding Hood’s grandma lived in, but at the other end - and in the forest lived three Bears. One day, they decided to go for a walk to get a bit of fresh air. Daddy Bear, who was the team’s quarterback, whistled a happy tune as he strolled along with Mummy Bear, the head cheerleader for the Chicago-based NFL franchise. Baby Bear wasn’t actually a Bear at all - she was a Cub, working in the front office as a receptionist. She was getting rather more fresh air than the other two, because she was naked, apart from the collar and cuffs she wore that marked her as the Bears’ sex slave.

Halloween Hanging

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story.

“You want me to hang you for Halloween???” Marianne was aghast.

“No, you’re not going to hang me,” I explained, “It is just going to *look* like I’m being hanged.”

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. It gives me a chance to indulge in certain interests of mine, which any other time of the year would be frowned upon.

Halloween Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A great Halloween costume is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it is better to pick your own and not trust someone else.

“One game of backgammon, if you win I will give you $10,000. If I win you will come to the Halloween party dressed as a pony, but in a costume that I will provide.” Sounds simple, sounds none threatening. For David $10,000 was nothing. For her it was huge, with the costs of school she was really struggling. Was this just his way of helping her out? And so what if she lost. She had been worried sick about how she was going to put together a costume that would match the people she expected to be at David’s party.

Happy Birthday Damien

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours…

Haruki Takes Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I have had the idea in my head for a while but made up the story on the spot as I wrote it.

This is, I think, not the default ’tie-someone-up-and-fuck-his/her-brains-out’ kinda thing. I think there is a lot more to it. I tried to put some actual build-up and feelings into it and also some rookie mistakes.

It’s for you to decide and comment on if it worked.

Heather in the Highlands

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, one of my earlier stories that has been refreshed. - Shelley

Chapter 1

Heather McCreadie sighed as the ruined castle loomed closer. This unexpected storm had thwarted her plans for a good walk today and it was raining hard enough that she’d decided to take shelter and ride it out. Coming inside and dumping her rucksack by the door.

Obviously she was alone, thirty miles north west of Inverness on a long walk to Ullapool. But now she needed to let the mountain rescue people in the closest town know she was safely in cover.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

High Heels & Nipples: The Exam

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jade’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it would jump out of her chest. She couldn’t believe she was about to get out of her car and walk into a building to her doctor’s office dressed the way she was. In broad daylight with a bunch of construction workers leering at her no less. She really did not have a choice, unless she wanted images of her in tight bondage splashed across the internet.

High Heels and the Computer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please help me

It all started simply enough. I just loved to cross dress in lingerie and high heels. Then I bought a computer and discovered sites like this one. From there things began to expand as did my wardrobe and my interests. Self bondage, mummyfication, full crossdressing all began to fascinate me. I was spending entirely too much time and way too much of our budget on clothes, bondage gear and chat rooms.

Hoisted Lucy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of a young female apprentice finding her skills are more suited to bondage.

A slow start building the characters and establishing the plot but if you enjoyed ‘Dian Taylor - Oh My God’ then stick with it, this is for you; it soon livens up and never releases!

Chapter 1

I considered myself extremely lucky; getting an established mechanic to take me on as an apprentice had been a struggle but now I had a position with what seemed like a really nice man with a lovely set-up out in the country.

Home Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First ever story, but been reading for a while :)

Background

Lets start off with a little background, my name is Sarah and I’m 18 years old, Caucasion, 5'8, 34 C with nice long blonde hair. I live with my parents, but am an only child.

I have fantisized about self-bondage for years, since I was about 12 or 13. However, I have only just got up the courage to actually try it.

I Truly am Blessed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)

“Have you forgotten anything?” asked Sonia as she saw her mother Gwen off at the door of their house. “I know you’re worried that I can be a little scatter-brained at times Sonia, but I can assure you that I packed everything I need for the trip in my suitcase down to the last outfit and toothbrush” Gwen reassured her, though Sonia was not so sure given that she once forgot to pack her medical cases. Gwen was a nurse, a skilled one at that, and every year or so the busty blonde with an hourglass figure attends an optional week long medical conference to discuss patient cases and practices in the field in California, which is a long trek from their home in Rhode Island and therefore inconvenient if she ends up forgetting something. “Just don’t hesitate to rush back if you do forget something. That’s why I suggested you leave earlier in case the inevitable happens”. Sonia was a diligent girl of 18 years with light brown hair, brown eyes, but a pure heart and a figure comparable to her mother, clearly showing that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Sonia’s father Will followed his daughter’s suit and gave her a kiss goodbye wishing her the best of luck at the conference. “I trust you’ll keep things tight and sound while I’m away, right Will?” Gwen asked with a smile on her face. “Of course, it’s not like the house is going to fall apart without you. I’m a dependable man who can look after things” Will stated with a certain gleam of pride. “I’m not so sure about that” Sonia chimed in, pointing to the kitchen faucet in reference to the fact that the house had not had running water since this morning. “I’m sure I just have to turn the water valve and it will be problem solved” Will said in his defense, though Sonia still doubted her father’s competencies. “Well I’ll see you two in a week. I love you both and hope you will use this opportunity to spend some father-daughter quality time with each other.” With that, Gwen headed out to her car, started up the engine, and drove off toward the airport to get ahead of her scheduled flight, leaving the house occupancy at two.

If Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage.

All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her.

Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All you readers, consider this a test!

1. The Question

I have tried, oh I have really tried believe me; but I simply cannot. I have tied myself up, handcuffed myself naked, searched the internet, read stories and spent hours, days, weeks even months trying to but I just cannot get there.

I have dreamt and fantasised and explored but still come up short; and it is driving me crazy; frustrating the hell out of me. I simply have to know but I do not now think it is even possible. It has taken over my life; I can no longer bear not knowing.

In a Tight Spot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jenny falls victim to her curiosity…and her ladder-resistant tights!

Jenny knew that it was wrong to pry into the personal belongings of others, but she was intrigued. And now, with her flatmate Claire away on an overnight business trip, she felt the time was right for her to put her plan into action. She would simply enter Claire’s bedroom, have a look through the suitcase and satisfy her curiosity. She figured that, providing she left everything as she found it, Claire would be none the wiser.

It Takes More Than Courage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story like all my others is a work of fiction but like many stories it has its foundation in actual true events. It is my job as the writer to embellish the truth to extract the maximum amount of entertainment from it. It is your job as the reader to find the line between truth and fantasy! Enjoy the challenge and let me know if you liked my work.

Jack & Jill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks.

Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag.

Jesse In Jeopardy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx

Part 1

It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all.

Jessica's Pony Ride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.

Julia's Panties

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this is part 1, intended for continuation, if people enjoy it then I will gladly write more parts

Part 1

Julia walked in and caught me sniffing her panties. We had been roommates for a year, and she always walked around in tight spandex outfits, so after so long I couldn’t resist and went into her room and sniffed her panties whenever she was out of the house.

Julie's Self Bondage Misadventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This a shorter story which runs to a little over 2,100 words. Please note that the story includes an element of beastiality. As always I welcome constructive criticism and look forward to hearing what people think of it. I do not intend any updates.

Julie carefully locked the suitcase and slid it under her bed before placing the keys in her handbag. It wouldn’t do for mum to find out what’s in that suitcase she thought as she prepared to go to work. Aged nineteen Julie still lived with her mother. Her parents had got divorced some years earlier and so father no longer lived at the family home. The suitcase which she had so carefully locked contained her collection of bondage paraphernalia.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Lea and the Digital Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 6th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Lea got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was making it harder and harder for people around the world to find jobs even as the world produced more goods and services than it ever had. He figured his daughter might as well have a shot at programing some of the software and machines that would make it harder for her to find work when she gets out into the world.

Lori's Self-Bondage Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it.

The Intro

Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree.

Melissa's Quality Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Melissa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time in self-bondage…Then Louisa turned up!

It was Saturday afternoon and time for Melissa to relax. After a long, busy week at work, she’d spent the morning doing all the household chores that needed to be done and been to do her weekly shopping. And now, the curvaceous twenty two year old brunette was looking forward to some quality time on her own. Meticulously, she went around making sure that all the windows in her apartment were shut, the curtains drawn and the door to the outside world securely locked. For Melissa wanted no disturbance during the next few hours; no prying eyes to catch a glimpse of the secret pastime that she was about to indulge in.

Midnight at the Oasis ( Send Your Boislut to Bed)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Oasis is the resort cover name for the female exclusive enclave of Ultra Femina ruled by Comtessa Maddo Rouchard located near the Allegheny Mountains of western Pennsylvania. The extensive properties were acquired by the Rouchard family as a haven against a possible revolution in France when nearby Fort Duquesne existed and in the expectation that the territory would become french. But the fort changed hands and became Fort Pitt the territory became British and the Rouchard holdings were confiscated. Later vital intelligence supplied by Madeline Rouchard, General Cornwallis ’s mistress and Pierre (hot lips) Rouchard, Admiral Graves cabin boy enabled the decisive Colonial victory at Yorktown. The Rouchard holdings were gratefully returned and in fact, doubled in size. With added provisos that the territory could practically be ruled as a sovereign nation, without regard to external laws, so long as a member of the Rouchard family was in charge. It unfortunately didn’t save most of the aristocratic Rouchards from having their heads lopped off during the subsequent French Revolution. Most of the surviving members relocated to their estates in western Pennsylvania. It was Comtessa Maddo, for a time, a very discreet but highly respected dominatrix who accepted only the wealthy and powerful as her clients at her ornate mansion in Washington DC, who made substantial changes. She created the female exclusive independent realm of Ultra Femina sometimes alternatively called “Femdomia”. A covert realm under the facade of a female exclusive resort called the “Oasis” The former proviso still in effect is augmented and further protected by her powerful friends in DC.

Move Again Research Endowment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I posted this a little while back on Gromet’s. Apologies to those readers who frequent both sites, but I didn’t get any feedback whatsoever over there, and I’m itching to know if the story is any good. I mean, personally I loved the concept and I sure as hell enjoyed writing it, but for some mysterious reason I can never tell if the outcome is hot or sucks balls. And really, what good is writing a story without some praise/disdain from subgrrl, or getting to hear what “Betty says,” or receiving some professional critique on amateur pulp from Darios, or hoping for 5s from all of the anonymous voters out there?

My Favourite Website

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What you are about to read is an account of an adventure and since it happened some time ago, and I couldn’t take notes at the time, I have had to decide whether to embellish the story with made up memory, or leave out details that quite frankly were covered in a haze of lust and apprehension. I decided on leaving out details I can’t vouch for, and if you disagree then I’m sorry.

My Weekend With Uncle Todd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I remember the week that Uncle Todd came to stay like it was yesterday, although it was almost a decade ago now. I had recently turned 18, just finished college and was enjoying my last summer vacation while still living with my dad at the time. One day, he came home from work and announced that he’d be leaving for a week and how I’d have the house to myself. Before I carry on, let me describe myself. I was 5’ 10, had shoulder length dark brown hair and a slim build, not chubby but not too skinny either. Around the age of 16 was when I first started dabbling I’m self bondage, but never had I tried it with another person, either tying them up or being tied up, however the older I got the more the urge grew. When my dad told me I’d have the house to myself my mind started buzzing with ideas, how I could bound and gag myself before sleeping and waking up in bondage, I could cuff my feet and hands together while I go around the house doing chores, the ideas were boundless.

On Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve tried a couple of stories before where FictitiousSlave is the main character (A Walking Trip, A Walk to the Summit and FictitiousSlave) but I’ve struggled a little, I think the realism/fantasy have sometimes made them a little tame. I’ve tried to expand a little on real life for this one - events may not have been quite as erotic as I’ve described but I’ll leave you to decide where I’ve exaggerated!

Paul's Journey into Paula

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story started life as a video script, I played Paula/Paula ans two young ladies played the Mistresses.

Introduction

Paul went into investment banking straight from university, almost immediately he became a huge success, rapidly earning a fat salary with a huge annual bonus. As his reputation grew, he became more and more focused on work, when he reached the age of 40 he was approached by one of the banks partners who offered him a junior partnership, but suggested Paul needed a wife, if he wanted to progress further in the bank.

Paula And Jane Take A Road Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT.

Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back.

Paula and Jane's Spread-eagle Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade.

It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion.

Paula In Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

Prairie Pickin'

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Greetings fellow BDSM enthusiasts, I’m a long time lurker and first time poster. Although I’ve been writing/roleplaying extensively throughout my inception into the BDSM culture, I figured it’s about time I started sharing some of my bizarre ideas for all you lovely kinky folks to enjoy. I haven’t anything else to add, except that I’d like to thank the fantastic Ty M Goode for his wonderful stories and overall influence in my writing, and that I look forward to writing more stories in the future. So please enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments. Thanks! ^3^

Remaining Flexible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

9-4-8-7

Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer.

The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show.

Rosie's Borneo Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco

Part One - Bind

Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now.

Secret in the Cellar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go.

And what she finds there might be more than she can chew…

Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough…

See You Next Tuesday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Crazed with lust, the wench instantly fits herself with a dildo; she frigs me; this, says she, will make me overlook the pain she’s about to cause me and then she delivers the thunderous blow, then another, and ’tis this one does in my maidenhead. Words cannot describe what I suffered; but the lancing pains provoked by this terrible operation soon yielded to the sweetest pleasures."-The Marquis de Sade, Juliette, Part One

Segahay Castle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Castle

Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty.

While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place.

Self-Bondage Missions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first time sharing my self-bondage fantasies with anyone.

Chapter 1, Part 1

I am a 21-year old bisexual girl. I am from a non-American descent and am an international student at my college in America. Throughout my teen years, I had been into bondage. I realized I was into bondage when I saw a movie “Serious Moonlight” on TV. It was about a couple almost going through divorce but the wife decided to tie up the husband and keep him like that until he loved her back. For some reason, watching the husband duct-taped to a chair while the wife was casually doing her work and talking to the husband as if he wasn’t tied up really turned me on.

Shameful in Eaton

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget.

Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church.

Slip of the Tongue

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Let me start by introducing myself my name is Laura i am a 23 years young girl long brown hair, medium build and imo good looking. What im about to tell you is a true story one that happened quite recently so here we go!

Well the day started like any other the alarm began to beep dead on 9am making me jump at first, still tired I reached for the alarm to turn it off, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I Stood in front of the mirror began to apply makeup and a lovely shade of red lipstick smoothly along my lips. I headed back to the bedroom and changed from my pajamas to a pair of Black silk panties and bra, a lovely ruby knee length dress and black leggings ready for my days trip.

Stephanie's Filter Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stephanie emerged from her bath relaxed but excited for the hours ahead. On her bed she had laid out her lingerie and her toys. First she took a lace garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Next came matching white stockings which she rolled up her smooth legs and attached them to the garters.

Now she took her bra and inserted her firm but ample breasts into the cups and adjusted the straps. After pulling on her panties, she stopped to look in the bedroom mirror. It was silly, she supposed, to be embarrassed about being naked when there was nobody to see her in her one bedroom apartment, but somehow the lacy garments made her feel pretty and sexy.

Stuck as a Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry to not finish this sooner.

Part 1

Sitting on the low couch, I picked up the shiny bodystocking and pulled it up my legs. I knew the day I had planned would be long so I tried to get dressed as quickly as possible so I couldn’t back out. After pulling the tight nylon over my perky breasts, my nipples stood straight out and pulled against the light material. I reached behind to pull up the zipper leaving only my crotch exposed to the warm morning air.

Stuck in the Backyard

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A true story of a self bondage session gone wrong

One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament.

Suffering Makes You Gold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: the first part of the story is like beginning of the journey of the main character. so depending of readers interest, there will be more parts.

Part 1

It was half an hour remaining to reach the train to the station of my destiny. I was a fresh graduate from a designing school n was moving to big city to fulfil my dreams. But there was a dream I was living while since years, and that was of cross-dressing. I started Cross-dressing since I was 14. Whenever I get chance, I used to wear my mom’s cloths or few from my own hidden collection. Now I was 21 and have nice n smooth body. Thin and toned waist just about 28 inches, lady like hands and small wrists, nicely curved hips which I earned with some hard work. Eventually with some of God’s bless and with some of my effort I am succeeded to maintain my body which can make a girl jealous if I would b a girl. My weight is only 51kg and height is 5'6".

Summer Daze

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Aaron was enjoying his summer break before college. He lived with his Mom and step dad Carl in a small town in northwestern New York State. Mom and Carl had been married for a little over a year now. They both had demanding jobs but tried to spend as much time together that they could and not make the same mistakes they had in their first marriages. This didn’t leave much time for him. Aaron was already somewhat of a social train wreck. He was small and skinny but with a protruding belly starting to develop, he had the same haircut since grammar school and he was totally devoid of fashion sense. At school he was either the butt of the joke or more often than not just invisible. He never had many friends let alone girl friends but he was OK with that for now. He was pretty smart, he was going to a big school in the fall on a scholarship and he was sure things would get better eventually. Besides he didn’t think there would be too many girls in his town interested in what he was interested in. From his readings on the internet Aaron knew that he was a sexual masochist and a submissive. He wanted to be in all the pictures and videos he had been watching on the internet. The sub tied over a bench being whipped by a beautiful cruel woman. The one licking the spit off a woman’s dirty boot. Being fucked in the ass and mouth by large German women (Aaron loved German porn,) Ropes, leather, cuffs, whips, cbt humiliation. He wanted it all. Every night he would masturbate to visions of himself lying naked at the feet of an impossibly beautiful woman; tied, beaten and humiliated, But in his small town and at his age and with no social skills he had no chance to do any of this. But he did the next best thing. Self bondage and masturbation.

Suzy's Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Suzy gets more than she bargained for, when her friends turn up to find her in a tight spot of her own making.

Suzy pulled on the tight fitting cat-suit with a rising sense of anticipation. The shiny metallic black outfit glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed in through her bedroom window as she slowly eased the skin-tight fabric up legs already sheathed in black tights; smoothing out any wrinkles as she proceeded up over her thighs and hips to her waist, then onwards over her bare breasts and shoulders, slipping her arms into the waiting sleeves before finally reaching her throat. Dexterously reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper upwards to her neck. She was now encased from ankle to neck in the figure hugging suit; the stirrups under her feet ensuring that the legs wouldn’t ride up. Turning to admire herself in the full length mirror, the image that stared back at her was of a slim young woman in a second skin of shining spandex that produced a faint swishing sound as she sashayed across the room. Suzy always deliberately purchased her cat-suits - of which she had many - a size too small. That way she ensured that there were no folds, creases or wrinkles; just one smooth layer that clung to her skin over every square millimetre of her beautiful young figure.

Teen Fire & Frost The Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

this story contains bondage, torture and sexual explicit content. The story is for entertainment purposes only. It should only be read by persons of legal age and in areas where this material is legal… the bottom line ADULTS ONLY…all persons portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older…. this is a work of fiction…. if you don’t understand that seek help.

Teen Fire and Teen Frost are my creations please do not use without my expressed permission

Teen Fire & Frost vs Torture Bot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Kara and Tara Bishop were stepsisters. At 18 years old, 5'4" and 110lbs both are extremely attractive girls with perfect tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls have perfect breasts if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart shaped asses. Both had modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies. It amazed most people who found that they were just stepsisters because they look so alike. The girls could very well have been sister’s even twins they even shared the same birthday. Both girls are currently freshman college students attending City College on gymnastic scholarships. They lived together in a small apartment off campus. Both of their parents had died in a car accident two years before their transformation. Insurance and the selling of their father’s business had left them both financially secure for life. Both girls loved to play beach volleyball and team Bishop was ranked nationally in the sport.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Break In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on an image on the BoundAnna.com site called ‘A Game For 2’.

It had been some months since my neighbour, Andrea, had come to my help when I had got pathetically stuck at my first attempt at self bondage, following my discovery that Andrea was an experienced practitioner at the art. We had since become bondage partners, helping to tie up and photograph each other. Andrea showed me different and safe techniques of how to tie myself up and release mechanisms. I had even uploaded photos to self bondage websites, with the user name of ’envirotied’. I had grown in confidence practicing bondage.

The Call of the Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Charlotte finds the attraction of the handcuffs too tempting to resist.

Maybe she should have checked the whereabouts of the keys first!

Charlotte found it difficult to avert her eyes from the handcuffs. Not one, not two, but three pairs of seemingly identical shiny metal shackles, just sitting there on top of the bookcase. Each bracelet lay open and welcoming. It was almost as if they were trying to entice her; calling out to her:

The Celebrity Expert

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This is my first story on here, so I hope you enjoy. I have marked the beginning and ending of the section with the more extreme elements, such as waterplay, breathplay, and electrical, with _ (asterisk) marks so that those of you who prefer to skip that section may do so.*

Chapter 1-Sophie and Maisie

Sophie Turner was beautiful. She knew it, and so did every Game of Thrones fan. Adam himself had enjoyed the series, especially the sex parts which could be both raw and intimate at the same time. As it was, he had just watched an episode from one of the more recent seasons, where Sophie had come into her prime, physically anyways. Her long red hair, pale skin, and undeniably tight body were all great perks, and in his opinion, she was one of the best-looking girls on the show. That was when he received an email. He had been running a smalltime celebrity “acquisition” ring for the past year now, and after getting his start by collecting a few Instagram celebrities and cosplayers, he was finally getting a request for someone a little higher up on the food chain.

The Extended Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback!

Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest.

The Helpless Mummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

The Housekeeper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time!

Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

The Intruder

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

The Mother-in-Law Popped in for Coffee

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

Now on to the story . . . .

Part One

It was 6:30 and Peter had stepped out of the shower just after me. He came up behind me and put his arms around me to give me a cuddle as I was drying off. He started stroking at my breasts playing with my nipples so I reached behind him parting the towel around his waist and started stroking his cock.

The Only Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The new girl who had moved into the house-share fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and was always well dressed, although usually in casual attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys. Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings with her and the other two housemates, Kate still didn’t know much about her – there was a certain attractive mystery surrounding her.

The Pony Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Amber creates a ponygirl outfit to wear to a fetish night club. This leads her into contact and under the control of a strange powerful woman. How far can this relationship go? How much will be too much for Amber?

Amber looked at herself in the mirror. She almost could not believe what she was seeing. Her ponygirl outfit was striking. She shivered. She had always loved all things equine although her experience with actual horses was very limited. She was not wealthy. And such things were more available to the more privileged class. That did not include Amber.

The Pro-Form 9000 Treadmill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Many thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

This story is a sequel to The Gym, though it could be read on its own.

You’ll notice a distinct similarity to Susan’s Exercise Bike, posted by Green Particle quite recently. I swear this is not just blatant plot plagiarism. I wrote the entire story and sent it to Bethany for editing before Green’s story was posted - you can verify with her if you want! I was a little dismayed to see that my idea would not longer be original, but then figured, hey, great minds think alike. Green Particle - keep up the good work!

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Speaker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First time writer. This is pure fantasy.

Amanda, a twenty something lady from Surrey, stepped out of the shower contained in her two bedroom house with determined thought, tonight was going to be the night to try out her latest invention. It was a beautiful warm summer Friday evening finishing yet another long week as a trainee at a local engineering firm she couldn’t wait for this free weekend to come.

The Super

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name.

“Aidan!” It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him.

“Hi, Lauren,” said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things.

“How is my sexy lil’ boy toy?” Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder.

Aidan did not object to the harassment - in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him - literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-)

I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, and was highly influenced by some other stories on this site, so ideas for a next one and tips for this one would be great. Thanks!

Work was out early, as it always was Friday. By 2 I was at home, brain storming what to do tonight. It has been a long time since I have done something fun, but I didn’t really feel like going out. Then I knew exacly what i was going to do! Quickly, I called my girlfriend Emma, and told her that we would get pizza at 6 tonight. Following up, I told her to let herself in if I was tied up, and snickered at this pun. I undressed, and went to the washroom. I didn’t want any accidents to happen while I was occupied! I took out a suitcase from under my bed, and opened it up. Inside were things that most people wouldn’t have the slightest clue what they were, but I knew perfectly what the toys did. It was time for the fun to begin.

Trophy Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Looking pretty in case her husband brought home his new business partners.

Mercédès’ schedule for today could be summarised by this. Being a beacon of beauty whilst striding otherwise pointlessly through the contemporary residence, or, like now, biding in the technocraticly styled conservatory. After all, her husband was known to be a connoisseur of decorative objects, a collector of everything pleasant to behold.

And wasn’t it her sacred duty as a wife to fulfil his standards?

Unchecked Computer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Reporter Lets Her Fantasies Go Too Far.

THE VICTIM

She had done this a few times before, and she had two sure-thing safeties’ to prevent the unthinkable from actually happening. Thinking about the unthinkable, however, made her hornier than she had ever been before.

She was an investigative reporter for the FOX station in Chicago, but some of her stories had been broadcast nationally across the network. At 32, she was well know in Chicago and had a national reputation. The sky seemed the limit for the young reporter. Her work had been great, but she had made enemies. Her story had busted a big union kickback scandal, sending a few of their leaders to jail. She uncovered a rigged Fraternal Order of Police election. Her stories led to a clampdown on some organized crime related gambling operations.

Unexpected Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve!

Prologue

I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required.

Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery

It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of

Visiting the Library

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a visit to a public library. Because I wanted to try a suggestion from a fan, I decided to embellish the story with an alternative although fictional ending.

As always - I’m Danish and therefore not responsible for native English speaking peoples strange desire to have us all speak and write their language fluently. I have decided to refrain from furher proof reading of this particular story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Vixen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena.

Come on you bitch !

Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time.

Just a few more steps.

Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse.

Warehouse Encounter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a very short story. If people like I’ll think about submitting part 2.

Part 1

Warehouse encounter – Week One

This Friday started just like any other. The mundane of working in a logistics warehouse only made more bearable by the likeable people and the fact that Fridays meant it was only hours to the weekend.

Nothing during the morning, had led me to contemplate what I would have enjoyed later in the day. The usual phone calls, invoice signing, & people coming & going. One of which was the beautiful Chloe from accounts. She was in her early twenties. Slim, tanned, slightly flirty and today dressed in black trousers (that were tight enough from her thighs up for you to be able to appreciate her lovely slim hips & tight ass) a white fitted blouse that stopped about an inch above the top of her trousers leaving a tantalising inch of tanned & toned stomach and allowing you to see the tattoo at the base of her back. The outfit was topped off with a pair of two inch (or more) black heels.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations

I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first.

Who's Under the Bed?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wasn’t really going for a work of classic literature, I just went for the classic components: bondage, check. Lesbians, check. Orgasms, check.

Any other boxes you wish it filled?

The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow!

Wingco Learns Her 3 R's

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mixture of reality and fiction. i’ll leave you to decided when one finished and the other started

Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!

Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we’d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day’s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.

Winry's New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome.

Chapter 1

Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished.

Zainab and the White Christmas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack.

“And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride.