Caught

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. ...

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. ...

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? ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...