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18 Hours of Bondage

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

Here is a true story about a bondage session i had with a former Mistress where i was tied up for over 18 hours straight. This was not something i had planed or even known about that was going to happen, but i was tied, gagged and blind folded for over 18 hours and that’s not all that happened while i was tied up.

Let me start by telling how this all went down, i am a c/d (CROSS DRESSER) and i love to dress really sexy and then get tied into tight and strict bondage. i used to serve Mistress Becky for over 10 years, sometimes we would meet at her place or mine and on rare occasions we would meet at a motel just for something different. This happened to be one of the times we met at a motel. Mistress Becky called me and told me she wanted me to meet her at a motel for a few hours of bondage fun, she ordered me to dress in something really sexy and slutty and to make sure i wear at least my 5 inch heels. So i agreed and then got dressed in my sexiest long sleeved mini dress with sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch ankle strap pumps. (i liked the ankle straps because they don’t fall off when i am tied up) i did my makeup and hair and was on my way.

A Big Day

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

Author's Note: As is often the case with my stories, this one explores themes of non-consensuality and is therefore dark in tone. Please don’t read it if that will offend you. If you do read it, thank you and I’d be grateful for any comments you may have.

Part 1

He’d been a naughty girl.

At least that’s the judgement Miss Victoria had made and in this awful place, only her assessment and those of Miss Francesca, her elder sister, and Mistress Anna, her mother, counted. It hadn’t even been deliberate; Miles had been here too long to dare to be disobedient or misbehave on purpose. He knew where that road led and had no desire to explore the route further than he already had before he’d come to learn better. If Miss Victoria said he’d been a naughty girl that is what he’d been. There was nothing he could do or say to influence the decision so consequently he’d been sent to bed early which was where he was now, looking forward to what he fully expected would be a thoroughly uncomfortable night.

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 Common Problem

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

Chapter One

“Bowling? Really? It’s an unusual injury to get from bowling.”

The doctor didn’t sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. “Er, yes, bowling.”

“And so how often do you go bowling?”

It wasn’t going to work, but I thought I’d try to bluff it through. “Um, well, about… once in a while…”

The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. “Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling.”

A Host's Ordeal

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

Author's Note: This story was the inspiration for a weekend birthday celebration. Many of the activities described actually occurred. It was definitely the scene of a lifetime. The write up is not as extreme as some, because all of the events did or could have happened.

Chapter 1: Arrival and Capture

Friday, 7:30 P.M.

The hallway clock sounded the half hour, and Robert was irritated. Alex was an hour and a half late. He didn’t want anyone to spend more than the minimum time required on food and drink. The majority of the food was prepared and needed only to be warmed and put out. But if Alex didn’t arrive soon, the guests would beat him here, and dinner, scheduled for 7:00, would be delayed at least an hour and then socializing and play wouldn’t get started until 10 or later. The scenario of wasting play time was close to his definition of misery.

A Slave to Sir

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

Sir was a close friend of mine; he was my Sadistic Dominant and I was his willing slave, his servant, and his masochistic toy when he wanted to play hard! He loved making me cry out in pain, whether it was through hard spankings, paddlings and canings that always left my butt burning hot and colored a deep shade of red with many crisscrossing dark purple welts! My desires to serve my Master and to surrender myself completely to him coupled with my deep dark need for spanking and passion for anal play were a perfect match to Sir’s interests as well! Sir never tired of making me moan or hearing my muffled cries through my penis gag as he toyed with my puckered asshole. When he positions me with my ass raised and my punished red striped cheeks spread open, that puckered little hole becomes his chosen target as he fucks it hard with his own cock. Coating it generously with his own cum before lining up his arsenal of dildos which he will now use to rape my hole mercilessly! Sir just loves to stretch, ream and torment my asshole using his passion for anal play as additional punishments for me! He always strives to push past any previous limits and has lately been applying an oral numbing gel all around my asshole before he starts to ravish my hole, forcing two 10-inch dildos inside me at the same time! Sir has amassed a large collection of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators that just keeps growing as he is in a relentless hunt for acquiring new and larger toys to torment my willing hole with! I am forced to endure more intensity with each session, and Sir has found a way to increase my humiliation even more as well. Sir will send me to specific websites that he has chosen that sell anal insertion toys, and without telling me which toy he is interested in other than knowing that it has to be large one, I am to order the item I think he is interested in using on me. Once the toy arrives, I am bound to the punishment horse and the new toy is tested out on my hole repeatedly for the evening! If I made the wrong selection, I have to reorder another item, and then accept a severe punishment from Sir before he works over my hole with the new toy! Sir loves using my bound body for lengthy forced anal play scenes. He is persistent and won’t stop or release me until my hole has been raped and ravished to the point it is gaping open. Sir uses various methods but usually it involves a wide butt plug that he will use to tease and torment my tight puckered brown eye with. He works over my hole until he can tease it open just a bit where it doesn’t clamp all the way closed, but shows a small pouting open hole in the middle of the puckered opening. That is when he lubes up one of the bigger toys like a 12 or 13-inch dildo and then he rams that giant toy as deep as possible and continues his assault of my hole until he has savagely raped and punished it! Sir loves fucking my mouth and asshole and giving me these anal torments that stretch my hole open for him!

A Tale of Two Switches

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

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

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

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

After the First Live Show

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

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from where ‘The First Live Show’ ends, approximately 6-7 months after the day that D took her husbands freedom and turned him into her sissy slave. I hope people enjoy reading these stories - I’m really enjoying writing them and hope that the quality is getting better the more I write.

Chapter 1 - Last night

D awoke on Saturday morning fresh from a deep nights sleep. The sun had long since been up and the clock told her that half the morning was all ready gone. She slowly got up out of bed and half asleep, she threw on her dressing gown and headed down stairs. She made her self a strong cup of coffee and then proceeded to the hallway where she pressed a small hidden button on the wall by the stairs. Unless you knew it was there, the hidden door could not be seen. She made her way down the stairs that the door hid and entered the dungeon she’d had purposefully built. In the middle of the room was her husband, still tightly bound on her greatest invention to date – the chair of torment.

An Event

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

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Japanese video. I have no back story for why these events are taking place. Feel free to make up your own circumstances.

It was mid morning when I got off the train at a small station in rural Pennsylvania. Three other young guys were already there; the fifth had been on my train several cars back. We didn’t know each other but we knew we were all there for the same reason. We were five white guys between 21 and 24. No one looked like an athlete but we weren’t too far out of shape. We did not speak to or even make eye contact with one another. We each had a small duffel with a change of clothes in it. That, our ID and $20 were all we were allowed to bring. We had been instructed to wait in the small station until someone came for us. It was nearly an hour before some one did.

April

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

Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I posted last year.

Hot

I felt wonderful all week. I met April last Saturday and have seen her nearly every day since. Before that, I had spent nearly a year in mourning after a particularly difficult breakup. But now it was like all that baggage had fallen away and had been replaced by the excitement of a new relationship with a vibrant and beautiful 23 year old woman.

Augusts Sissy Slut

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

I would like to recall you to a lovely day in august. It was miserable outside but that was not going to ruin my spirits.

As you arrive at my home I took a close look to see if you were wearing the panties I had ordered you to wear, you were! I could see the top of them just above your jeans. Instantly I became wet. I could hear your metal locking cock ring clinking against itself so there was no need to check for that. The idea that you wore these for my pleasure only heightened the overwhelming feeling of control I had. Of course there is no way you would humiliate yourself and show either off to anyone unless I told you to.

Aunt Polly's

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

Jimmy came into Aunt Polly’s kitchen to find a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a big glass of milk waiting for him.

“Hi Aunt Polly. Thanks. I love your cookies.”

“Well go ahead and eat some but don’t spoil your dinner appetite”

Polly was a woman in her late forties. A solid woman with a large bosom. Her hair was brown with streaks of grey she did not care to color. She was a strong woman who took usually had her way. After Jimmy had eaten his third cookie and drank half the milk she said;

Back to the Shop

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

Author's Note: This is a follow up to my earlier story “The Shopping Trip”

It had been a couple of days since our first visit to the sex shop and myself and my wife Lynn had done little else but discuss how we had both found ourselves tied up and used by the gorgeous assistant whose name I discovered on the way out was Helen.

We had agreed to return on Saturday night and we were both in a permanent state of excitement as we counted down the time to our visit until it was a matter of hours before we were due to set out.

Bad Divorce

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

Author's Note: English is not my native tongue, so please don’t be to harsh when judging this… I have started Chapter 2 but when I will post it is anybody’s guess

Me: me Yvonne: a young Pam Anderson after her first boob-job Veronica DeOrcy: Lucy Liu (with bigger boobs ) Eli DeOrcy: Summer Glau

Chapter One

I can say, almost to the minute, when my life turned to the living hell it has been for a couple of years now.

Be Careful What You Wish For

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

Chapter 1

He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his “current” mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night.

Bedtime

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

Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story.

This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day.

You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time.

Belated Bondage Suprise

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

Author's Note: Readers: This is my second work of fiction although some portions of the story are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Prologue

It was my wife Paula’s birthday weekend and I was in a tight spot. The shopping for my wife gift is normally done weeks in advance, looking for that special something that she will enjoy. This year life had been more challenging than most as my job causes me to be gone for hours or days at a time servicing the customers at their location on demand. It’s not unusual to have a call in the night and be gone for several days. The plus side is when not on call I normally have the extended weekend to make up for the missed time. With a second person now hired the job will eventually get back to a more normal pace and less time away from home. During all this running around over the last month I’d completely forgotten to shop for my wife birthday gift and felt awful about it. For those who don’t know me, I’m Jack, a man in the late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Like many others I’ve enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life.

Betrayal: Bondage Trap

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

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up.

The story is true, non fiction.

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road.

Black Widow's Loving Embrace

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

Author's Note: : This story is merely an attempt to put down a fantasy of mine onto paper. Please feel free to share any comments/suggestions you may have regarding this story or future work. Oh, and most importantly: enjoy! ;D

It was dark, too dark…

I sat there in the darkness unable to move. My bindings felt tight and unforgiving, even though I could not see them. I was lying completely naked on a leather-covered contraption with my legs raised in the air and widely spread. I felt the subtle air movement caressing my exposed and accessible asshole. I was obviously strapped down tightly as I could not move a muscle no matter how much I tried. As I concentrated on my breathing I also realized my mouth was spread wide open using what I guessed was a dental gag. It felt like my jaw would dislocate if my mouth were opened any wider.

Blackmailed and Exposed

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

I made an appointment with Mistress for Wednesday it was now Monday and I was instructed to pick up a few things I was told to go to the local adult store I was to pick up a large butt plug and a ball gag, then pick up red or black matching panties and bra along with matching stockings covered with matching slip and top. I was to be checked in the hotel by Friday at 4 P.M. dressed with the ball gag on and I was to be tied to the bed. I was to have my legs out as far as possible and with my hands out tied as well. I first laid out my toys I was to have the door cracked open I then put on the ball gag and laid out on the bed pulling my legs out as far as I could I tied them.

Bondage Master's Trap

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

It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now… now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard cock. Ten seconds later, he had cum all over his naked chest, wiping the excess with the inside of his robe.

Bondage Weekend

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

Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1.

Chapter 1 - The Massage

Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement.

Bound for an Unknown Destiny

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

I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms.

Bound to Please

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

My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about.

As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin.

Burst

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

“I can take anything that you can dish out.” I drunkenly and mistakenly blurted out to my wife.

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” She repeated with a knowing smile on her face.

Skip to twenty-four hours later and my lovely wife is leading me into the bedroom. First things first she has me strip completely naked. She covers my eyes with a leather blindfold and jams a pair of her panties into my mouth.

Canary Wharf

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

The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn’t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki’s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin’s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends.

Cary's Sway

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

My husband, Jim and I spotted a new neighbor at the pool in sub-division last month; we both agreed she would be desirable for a bondage threesome, but we needed to find out if she swayed our way and was willing to participate. We called her over to sit and talk for a while. Jim eyed the skimpy swimsuit she had on and smiled. As we talked, I imagined her petite body pulled taut by many different restraints while I aroused her in front of Jim who himself would be tightly bound. The thoughts that crossed my mind were fantastic. He name is Cary and sounded like she might be up to our proposal.

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.

Chastity in the VIP Room

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

John was a regular at the local Gentleman’s Club. The manager, bartenders and many of the dancers knew him by name and he felt very comfortable there. All the employees knew John’s routine–he would sit on the same stool in front of the big-screen tv and order a Bombay martini. After he ordered the second drink he would invite one of the dancers to be his “date”, buying her drinks and eventually going to the back room for some dances.

Chastity Vacation

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

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress.

As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative.

Checkmate

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

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

“Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

Coworkers Captive

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

Author's Note: : This is based on a fantasy of mine, which I’m sure will never happen. I hope you enjoy

Somehow, I found myself bound, gagged, and completely helplesess in my co-workers living room, with more on the way. Let me tell you how I ended up here, and where I ended up.

It all started two months ago. I was new to the financial institution where I worked. I had been working there a week or two on a project with three other individuals besides the management staff, whom we’ll call Kelly, Stacy, and Laurie. Kelly was a shorter girl, 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair, and probably around 27 years old. She had a medium build – what I’d guess to be 34 C breasts, a shapely ass, and the nicest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Stacy left a little to be desired, a bit over weight with shorter dark brown hair, 36D breasts, and a rather large behind. She was a bit older, in her mid 30’s. Finally, there was Laurie. Not bad looking, not great either. She was a bit taller at 5'10", with shapely 34 C’s, and the nicest smile you’ve seen. Pretty green eyes, and a bit larger behind, she was also in her low thirties. Kelly was married, but Stacy and Laurie were both single.

Descent Into Sissydom

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

Author's Note: A man’s kinky evening with his wife takes him much further into his fantasies than he expects.

My wife Jess and I had finally gotten away for a long weekend, a change in the routine in a different city. Although we live a pretty conventional life in our suburban home, we share a love of travel as a way to cultivate new experiences and just to kick us out of comfort zone. Our sex life was no different. Although we started out quite vanilla, our natural curious natures had us experimenting starting soon after. We’ve always been into trying out each other’s fantasies and kinks, each one expanding the world of our sexual lives and our loving relationship.

Dirty, Hot White Boy on the Run

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

Author's Note: A bit of a departure from my usual subject matter and point of view. Hope you enjoy. Comments are always more than welcome.

My name isJohnny and I’m a hot, tatted up, slim 6 foot tall, dark haired dude. A dirty horny white boy, sleazy rude with a big cock and a smooth , plump bubblebutt. I’m too scary for most of the local girls to handle but I drive the old rich guys crazy down at the gloryhole row at the adult bookstore. A couple geezers paid me plenty to worship my big cock and balls and to fuck one guy in his fat flabby ass. He screamed a lot but the old fucker loved it. Ha! After I turned 18 I dropped out of my dumbfuck highschool and winged out of Pittsburgh and off to Europe to join the French Foreign Legion. I had some innings with the local cops and I was one step ahead of a warrant which could put me on ice for a while. I heard the legion will give you a new identity when you get out and that’s really pretty cool! Before I could make it to Corsica I was partying on Ibiza where a rich british cougar picked me up while I was drunk and took me aboard her yacht. She was a busty old mama about 40 with medium length dark reddish hair, huge saggy jugs, thick thighs and a big ,opulent ass. She had me strip naked on deck. Then she tickled my fat dangling balls with her long fingernails and my big cock extended straight out. She laughed and wrapped her hand around my meat and said " Come with me Mr. Johnson! " I don’t know who Mr Johnson was but I followed my pulled pork down the corridor and into her quarters. It was a large ornate room with a big 4 corner post bed with a mirror above , on the ceiling. She sat down on the bed and examined my cock and balls. She squeezed my asscheeks and outlined her fingertips along some of my tatts. Spinning me around she pinched and squeezed my ass again and spread my asscheeks wide then she smacked my ass sharply and spun me back around. She was licking her glistening red lips. “Yes. You’re do nicely, very nicely indeed!” You’ve got quite a nice endowment, Johnny! Fat swingy balls, lots of dirty white boy tats and a squishy, plump ass!" Yes, I’m going to have some fun with you!"

Dispatchment Week

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

Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments.

Chapter 1

The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority.

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.

Engaged

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

Author's Note: Anna makes sure that Donald remains faithful during their engagement

“I’m so happy to be engaged” mused Anna, “and I’m so happy that it’s to you”. There was no spoken response but Donald wriggled in his body sack and tried to vocalise “Mmmm mmmm…..” through the pumped-up butterfly gag which filled his mouth. Anna leaned over him and looked deep into his eyes. As their eyes met, his were filled with love and hers with affectionate amusement.

Experiment In Exquisite Excess

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

Author's Note: Was it a surreal dream or bizarre reality? You decide.

I found a fairly convenient parking space early Friday evening, just a couple of blocks from the Benedum theatre where I was to meet friends in about an hour for a performance of “Wicked.” I thought I’d stop into a small sidestreet bar for a couple of quick ones before showtime. It was a particularly dark and sleazy place. Almost a retro throwback to a 50’s dive bar out of a film noir, only without the blue haze of cigarette smoke.It was though I walked through some twilight zone time portal, even the hefty female bartender was a retro garbed artifact from 70 years back. I ordered a hardboiled 50’s rye straight, with a short draft. No miniature folding parasols in this joint.She gave me disturbingly sinister smile when she sat down my drink and ignored my my attempts at small talk.The rye was firey and raw going down and I ordered another and thats when I started feeling peculiar.I downed the second drink quickly hoping it would knock away my sudden discomfort but thats all I remembered till I awoke briefly in the heavy Mercedes.We seemed to be on 5th Avenue heading toward Oakland. The interior of the black Mercedes was a gaudy red leather. The heavyset men on both sides of me wore black suits and dark glasses. I passed out again. Next I woke up and was strapped to a gurney and being wheeled down what looked like a long corridor in a hospital. Had I been injured? I felt heavy and weak. Two white coated orderlies pushed the gurney into an elevator and we seemed to be descending down an endless number of levels. I passed out again.

Extreme Mistress Online

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

I found Mistress on line and new to the area she has not yet set up a dungeon or a play space which made me wonder or not about her ability to be a Mistress. But she looked great which I know has nothing to do with anything at all but I first e:mailed her of any toys and what she might be able to bring to a hotel room.

Five Nights With Madame Pearl

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

Day One

Mistress Sun had asked me to stay at her house for the week while she was out of town on business. I gladly accepted, knowing how happy it would make my mistress. My first mistake came on Monday morning while I was attending to my morning erection. I was in Mistress Sun’s bathroom, eyes closed and completely oblivious to anything other than pleasuring myself when I heard a distinctly feminine cough. I opened my eyes to find Madame Pearl wagging a finger at me and giving me the evilest of grins I could imagine. She told me that I was pretty much fucked if I finished or not, so I closed my eyes and quickly completed my business.

Five Points

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

Author's Note: The first story I’ve ever felt okay enough about to share publicly. I still don’t think it’s great, mind you. You’ve been warned :)

It had been more than two months since he’d last been permitted to cum.

Their sex life, he would tell his male friends when they asked, had never been better. And this was true, in a sense. Her orgasms had never been so powerful, so charged with erotic intensity, as they had become now that his were disallowed completely. It was almost as though, in the time before, they had both been drawing from the same finite spring of pleasure, and that now, with him forbidden from partaking, there was that much more left over for her. She had always been beautiful– her dark Mediterranean features, lustrous black hair, and full, supple ass– had always made him feel starkly inadequate, standing beside her in public. But now, she seemed to glow ten times more radiantly, casually confident as she projected an aura of sexual satisfaction to everyone who saw her.

Football Widow

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

Author's Note: This is a story about how I used to spend too much time watching football and rushed into a bet that I really should have thought through better.

Chapter 1

My girlfriend, Amber, a five-foot, cute-as-a-button, short-haired brunette and I have been going out for about six months and have had a healthy sexual relationship. I love American football and spend every Sunday glued to the TV. So when she came to me last week and said that she would like to be with me more by spending our Sundays watching the NFL together, I was surprised, but also really happy; I thought it would be a great way to spend more time together.

For Her

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

All hell broke loose just moments after I was back from my two week business trip. We had a ritual: As soon as the door locked behind me, I was to drop my trousers and underwear and present the unbroken seal of the CB 3000 to my wife, only this time the seal was broken, and I had absolutely now idea how that had happened.

She focused entirely on the visible fact, totally uninterested in any explanations.

Forced Before A Stranger

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

Author's Note: For Miss Patricia

Recently online I found Miss Patricia. Other than what her profile states I don’t know much about her. I haven’t even seen a photo of her as her profile has only images of a sub bound in some rather delightful ways. The only description I have of her is that she is 44, 5'5" tall and is African American. Just some of the items listed in her profile include: Orgasm control, chastity, CBT, collars, bondage, queening, canes and crops, blindfolds… wait right there. Blindfolds and masks. That reminds me of one of my most exciting experiences. It involved my previous Mistress Rebekah. She recently moved about 1200 miles away so needless to say I am now available.

Forgotten Safe Word

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

Author's Note: Here is part 1 to a little story I came up with. Part 2 coming in the next week. I’d love feedback and ideas for part 2. I will leave my email unmasked for readers to respond.

Part 1

Background: I am a 18 year old boy, tight virgin ass, 6'4, exploring my kinks. I met a mistress online who said she is willing to introduce me to the world of kink.

Frustration and Pain

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

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Author's Note: This story features real people and real equipment that actually exists. The story itself though is fiction and it never happened. But someday it might. If I am very lucky.

Frustration and Pain

Fun with an 18" Double Dong

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

After I graduated from college, I went to work for my grandfather’s Foundation. I had been accepted in an MBA program at an East Coast University, but decided to defer for at least one year. Rather than get an apartment, I decided to live at home with my Mom and Dad. Either way, I would have to commute to the Foundation’s downtown office.

I wanted to get a solid year’s worth of business experience, before deciding if I would go onto grad school. My Dad actually had been running the Foundation, as CEO, since my grandfather retired to Florida. I had worked for the Foundation part-time, and during summers, since I was 16. I found the business of a Foundation fascinating. You met with all types of people, who were involved in many different areas of business. I was placed in charge of new accounts for grant applications under $1 million (with the CEO looking over my shoulder to help me learn and approve my major decisions.

Halloween Party Fun

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

Nicole was a very attractive woman who loved putting men in bondage. Every Halloween Nicole would have a party for her girlfriends and a male. Brian fit all the qualifications for that male. Nicole wanted a man who treated women with no respect. He enjoyed sleeping with as many women as he could. Brian also enjoyed putting women in tight bondage. He was best looking man in the bar. One of Nicole’s girlfriends had dated Brian and had been treated very badly.

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

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

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Hard Dreams

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

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself.

Hard Medicine

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

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM.

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital.

Her Hot Attraction Hanged the Highwayman

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

Author's Note: A tale of post apocalyptic possibities

In a not so far off post apocalyptic age as New Pittsburgh began to emerge as an oasis of civilization, culture and still functioning technology. Most of the rest of the eastern half of the former United States remained a savage land dominated by local warlords and roving semi organized bands of murderous criminals. The large cities of the eastern seaboard not obliteratedby nuclear weapons were destroyed by the massive tsunami generated by the atomic torpedo activated volcano, Cumbre Viejo. The monster wave swept inland within 100 miles of old Pittsburgh devastating all in its path. A part of it also submerged the British isles and the low countries on the continent. Nearly at the same time an enormous earthquake caused a massive rift widening and extending the Mississippi river to the Canadian Sea. The large inland sea had previously been the Great Lakes. The massive fast flowing Mississippi was dotted with small islands and now dominated by bloodthirsty river pirates and is nearly as wide as the old English Channel. It bisected the former United States and little was known ,at that time about conditions on the western half. Though a few survivors who managed to cross over from the west told blood curdling tales of an even more savage land made worse by the black practicioners of a mad genetic and earth altering science based on the demonic technology of evil humanoids of extraterrestrial origin. This black science had been partly responsible for bringing on the apocalypse. It was in the context of this new world in the not far distant future that the following events took place.

Her Instruction

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

Standing there looking at it gave me both a feeling of fear and excitement. The design was flawless. I have always enjoyed the lifestyle and the loss of control. But more now than ever I am driven by the experience, the expectation and of course the pain. Mistress has not seen this yet and The anticipation I am feeling is quite overwhelming. Knowing that in a few moments she will for the first time be able to give me what she calls our deepest desire. I asked her long ago to use her gifted imagination and find a way to test me both mentally and physically. I was dismayed when she told me but now I am astonished by her insight.

Her Wicked Ways

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

Deep down John knew that it was more his attraction to her that made him accept her invitation to come back to the house to receive what his father had left to him. Serena his “Wicked Stepmother” as he always referred to her as sent him a letter telling him that his father left him something of immeasureable value that was never mentioned in the will. he loved his father but for the past few years of his life they did not speak at all due to the way he was treated by Serena.

HerToy Heaven/Hell

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

Author's Note: I have been practicing self-bondage for years and this fantasy is mixed with a few things I have done on my own and would love to try. Amazing what we come up with in our own fantasies when no Mistress is available. I have even started working on a self-bondage studio on clipsforsale. Love to hear feedback. :)

Chapter 1

She had me helpless again. I was exhausted and dripping sweat, whining unintelligibly into the extreme gag stretching my jaw and pushing my cheeks out to their limit. Air whistled through the small tubes coming out of each of my nostrils as I made these whining noises, these tubes being my only access to fresh air. I hung by my wrists balancing strenuously on the balls of my feet and toes.

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.

Home Furnishings

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

Author's Note: My first attempt at a complete erotic story - it went longer than I planned. Let me know what you think!

SEAN: For many years my wife resisted my attempts to introduce BDSM play into our lovemaking. Deanna was simply not into it. Things changed when I injured my leg and had to begin rehab. Part of the routine included using a TENS electo-stimulation device to relieve the pain in my leg after completing a rehabilitation routine. She said she had never heard of such a device and I replied that I had only heard of them in terms of S&M play. That piqued her interest.

Hooked

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

It’s been 4 hours now; something is wrong. Claire, or Mistress Claire as she demands to be addressed, has never left me unattended for an hour before, let alone four.

I am completely naked except for my watch. It is now obvious to me that this was not an oversight on her part. The cold, stark concrete surroundings echo the small hand ticking away keeping me keenly aware how slow time can pass.

House of the Rising Sun

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

Being wrapped in a straightjacket, my mouth full with a huge rubber cock held in place by a gag with straps running all over my head, and being stuck in a closet with a one-way mirror isn’t what most people would consider a comfortable afternoon activity. My girlfriend wanted to test me out in some mild bondage before we got too serious and I guess this is her way of introducing me to it. Mistress Sun runs a house of domination on the outskirts of the town I live in, and she suggested that I watch a session of hers before I agreed to become her slave.

Housepet Audition

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

Crystall called to me from the basement so I went to see what she wanted. I opened the door to her “playroom” - as she called it and I saw her sitting on her big chair at the far side of the room. The chair was more like a throne as it was set on a raised platform. She beckoned for me to kneel at her feet and I closed the heavy door and rushed to obey.

Implementing Imp's Impossible Impalement

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

Part 1

I fought against the robot’s grip as they carried me to my fate. This wasn’t the first time I’d been captured, when you’re barely one hundred-twenty five pounds soaking wet, it happens. Problem is that my mistress… I mean my partner, I’m her sidekick, my partner always saves me. This time though, she’s already been taken down, so there’s no one to rescue me.

We’d gone after Tech, a cybernetically enhanced villainess who commands nanites and other machines. She was always trouble, but we’ve always taken her down. Now I have to wonder if it had all been practice, that she’d been planning for today, learning from every defeat. This time she’d separated us, she’d done that before, using me as a pawn to manipulate Thumper. This time she’d targeted Thumper first, making sure to take her out, I guess I’m just a bonus capture since once Thumper was down I never stood a chance.

Interrogated by Dr. Schmidt

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

Author's Note: A man is interrogated in a most interesting way by Dr. Schmidt and his assistant…..

The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.

Interrogated by Torturess Angela

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

Author's Note: An interrogation performed by Torturess Angela and her lesbian assistant on a hapless man.

Chapter 1

He was led down several sets of stairs and down a long darkened corridor. Two men beside him each holding one of his shoulders and moving him along briskly. His mind raced. He had lost track of how long it had been since the secret police (SP) had burst into his small apartment and accused him of being an underground operative. Was it hours or days his dazed mind wondered. A lack of sleep and not being able to know the time of day can be a very discomforting thing to the human body. That these kinds of things happened routinely in his country was of no surprise. What was a surprise however, was that it had happened to him. After a firm but surprisingly brief interrogation by an officer of the SP, in which he denied any knowledge of unground resistance activities, he was taken to a brightly lit holding cell. He judged the cell to be 5 feet by 5 feet in length and width. More of a closet in its dimensions, and left there with only a cup of tepid water. The room size alone was sufficient to ensure that he could not lie down to rest, since he was well over 5 feet in stature. There was no chair or bench in the room, so he could only sit on the cold cement floor, leaning up against the wall, knees upward toward his chest. His bare feet resting on the concrete. He was certain that the room was bugged and under camera surveillance. That was standard procedure. Thirsting after a long while, he drank the water down in gulps. Its bitter aftertaste lingering in his throat. Afterward, to his immense inner anger he noticed that there was no waste bucket or floor drain should he need to relieve himself. He needed to think and keep his mind clear. No foolish mistakes. He knew this was a deadly dance, innocent or not, and it was his turn on the dance card.

Jane In The Chair

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

Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair”

As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone 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 . . . .

Janelle

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

Author's Note: In full when the story is complete it will consist of more tags then given room to list. This is simply the first installment and it will continue here in this site.

Chapter One

I am just going to say this upfront and out loud. She was a bitch. Yes i said it and I could stop there but there is a whole lot more to her than simply a bitch. She was an intelligent, educated, tall hot redheaded woman and a gold digger to boot. I knew this pretty much right away and I think she knew that I knew.

Jason's Vacation

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

Author's Note: One of the first stories I wrote specifically to post on-line.

His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through a heavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the walls. Opening the cabinet’s double doors, the women reached in and pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed and fell back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked young man and chuckled.

Jills Torment and My Torture

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

Author's Note: The stories is fictional although parts are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. It is the next in a series of the tale of Jack. He just can’t seem to say out of trouble.

Chapter One - The Packages

It was first part of November and the fall seasons had ended in the Midwest. My wife Paula and I (Jack) started the process of winterizing the home and putting the outdoor furniture away one Saturday afternoon when our neighbor Jill stopped by. She was checking with Paula about our plans for the following day, wanting to get together to catch up after their travel over the last several days. Jill and her husband John had recently been traveling together out to California. He had been tasked with a taking a box trailer out to a San Francisco warehouse, he’s a trucker by trade. Jill had taken time off from her catering company business to tag along for a few days. The trip for her was in two fold, part spend time with John to see the sights of the city by the bay and to shop at two BDSM specialties stores that catered to her special interest. The fact they’d be traveling back with a partially empty trailer on the return trip had additional appeal. John had picked up the boxes she had purchased from the store locations, but like Paula and I had no idea what exactly was inside them. Jill and John like us had been involved with BDSM scene for quite some time with her as dominant Mistress and him as slave most of the time.

Just Before We Leave

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

Author's Note: This is a true scenario my wife and I have both enjoyed acting out.

He is stood naked at the end of the bed, his erection betraying his anticipation and sexual desire. Mistress is sat before him, fully clothed, rolling back a single stocking slowly and deliberately. She is wearing an above the knee skirt and her boots, with barely black nylons just visible. Her blouse is crisp and feminine, a necklace glinting around her perfumed neck.

Just Once a Money

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

Author's Note: While this is a complete story the characters may show up later in sequel.

John Lasig hated being the bottom. He wasn’t a submissive. He was a dominant and that is the role he should always play. It was, after all, the normal role for him. Moreover, Melissa was a natural sub. He knew it the very moment he had met her. It was something in her eyes, the way she looked at him with a sense of the potential for surrender.

Kimiko Loves Puppies

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

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation.

Landlord Nightmare

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

Part 1

Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples.

Learning the Ropes

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

Chapter 1 - Sue’s introduction

She didn’t understand why her husband was so insistent on this. She had finally agreed 3 days ago to this and now she was having second thoughts. Sue really didn’t feel right about this. Ron had asked her about this in the past, but it never went anywhere. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this now, but here she was. When she agreed, she could tell that he had become excited that they were finally going to do this. He said he had to buy “some things” before they could proceed. She didn’t know what he had to buy and didn’t care, but he had his little bag of goodies. She was very uneasy and unsure about where this was going. She was also upset that they were even at this point in their marriage. She felt they had a good sex life. They had sex often and they enjoyed each other immensely. Why were they at this point? The more she thought about this, the angrier she became.

Leather or Knot

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

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Legally Binding

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

Author's Note: I published a few stories here, some time ago, under a different pseudonym. I decided to try my hand at it again. This is just the first part of a potentially much longer story, so if there is interest, I’ve got plenty of ideas for more.

Part 1

“So, all you have to do is sign here and the deal will be final.”

“And it’s a legally binding contract? Once I sign, I can’t back out?”

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

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

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

Lucy's Collar

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

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile.

It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories.

Madame Justine

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

Author's Note: A fancy old style brothel caters for the ‘sexual advanced’ in every way thinkable. A large stable of slaves, often related or married, is run by a statuesque woman and her imaginative staff. Anything goes… The story centres on severe torture, cruel body modifications and extreme chastity enforcement.

Do not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or getting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on.

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.

Molly's Design

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

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them.

Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan

Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out.

Mr. Wickenbottoms Wantonly Wicked Weekend

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

Author's Note: Little did he know it had all been arranged beforehand

Mr.Wickenbottoms was naked and engaged in his most favorite activity augmented by purloined items which are destined to make his weekend a most memorable one.He is 24 and the only male instucter at the Tanning Academy. Which is an elite experimental private college for young women. Although exceptionally knowledgeable in his field he is somewhat lacking in social experience and one could say even reclusive, apprehensive and shy. Especially around the opposite sex. This did not go unnoticed and was in fact a major reason why he was chosen as an instructor at the Academy. He was handsome with dark, longish but well styled hair. Rather large black plastic frame glasses which gave him an awkward and one might even say nerdish appearance which clashed with his otherwise good looks. He was relatively slim but hardly athletic. Eschewing physical exercise and sport, his life was a sedentary one which likely contributed in giving him somewhat narrow shoulders and an almost inordinately plump and protuberant bottom. At the moment he was engaged in exercising the one “muscle” which did get a lot of his attention.

My Collection

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

Prologue

When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought…

My Dog Boy

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

Standing in front of me was a handsome young man. He was no taller than I but very well built. He had his eyes cast to the floor and would dare not look at me unless spoken to.

“What a good boy” I find myself thinking as I look over him. His bubbly ass was bright red from his daily punishment and his nipples were standing hard at attention from being clamped for so long. I tell him to kneel and he does so without hesitation. I have trained him well. The light from the fire seems to dance on his bald head I gently rub it and whisper” Do you love your master?” he gazes up into my eyes and replies “Yes master” I force him on all fours and have him walk with me to the table where I have already laid out the toys for tonight’s session. First taking the dog tail butt plug I shove it into his mouth and say to him “Make that nice and wet, unless you want me to shove it in dry” I watch as he uses his own saliva to make his familiar ass toy as slick as possible. After some time has passed and I remove the toy from his mouth tell him to take a deep breath and I shove it in listening to him let out a deep sigh as it sits in place, then taking the dog mask I cover that beautiful face of his with the mask and secure it almost too tight around his head.

My Lessons

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

Chapter 1

It was a nice place, one of those sports bars, but not quite to the brass and fern level. The bar was the type of place where you would go with your softball team, or out with your buds for a drink, not the kind of place where the yuppies or bikers hang out.

The menu looked good, so I decided to have some appetizers. The nachos were just arriving when she came in. She had dark blonde shoulder length hair, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She was not drop dead gorgeous, but had the type of looks that would make you keep checking her out.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

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

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

Night of Torture

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

Part I

Hey, I’m Tom. I’m a 19 year old, Tall, Slim Blonde male. The other day I went to my mates house for the night (He is a 19 year old, tall, slim brunette male). I got to his house at about 3:00pm. It was a hot day so we decided to go to the beach for a swim. We got back to his place at about 6:00pm got some tea and decided to go play the playstation, watch a movie and go to bed.

Nylons & Rubber

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

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies.

The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine.

One Hundred Knots

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

Author's Note: If you’ve read my earlier story, “Self-imposed Punishment” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you to better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house: in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice.

Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here.

One Last Time

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

Author's Note: The sequel to Home Furnishings isn’t gelling at all, so I decided to shealve it and give everyone a little short story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

My name is Bob. I moved into the Ten Gables retirement community shortly after my 60th Birthday, and about eighteen months after my wife of thirty-five years passed away. We’d had a good marriage. Our two children were grown and leading their own lives at opposite ends of the country. I spent a few months with my son and his wife in New York after his mother died, and then a few more with my daughter, her husband and my two grandchildren in San Diego. Finally it was time to move on, so I went back home, cleaned out the huge, old house and, since neither of my children were interested in ever moving back to Wichita, put it up for sale.

One Mistake

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

I’ve always enjoyed being tied up but I’ve never had anyone to tie me up so I’ve always had to do it myself, but having roommates doesn’t make it easy. I’ve always had to schedule my self-bondage sessions around work and them, and even then I’ve had to keep it simple in case case they came home early. This was the routine for months until one day both roommates announced they were both taking time off work and would be out of town for two weeks. I also had two weeks of vacation time and decided this was the perfect opportunity. This was a dream come true. Two weeks for all the intense self-bondage I could only dream of before.

One Night on the Reeperbahn

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

Part 1

This story is set long, long ago, when infections could still be cured by antibiotics and HIV/AIDS was unknown. Some of the events are from different sessions, and some are completely fictional - I’ll leave you to decide which are which.

In its heyday the Reeperbahn in Hamburg was one of the most sexually liberated places in Europe. There were many sex shops, brothels, and the infamous Herbertstrasse was closed to women because the “models” displayed themselves in windows. There were also a few live sex stage shows, and this story takes place in one of those.

Peace

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

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.

Chapter 1: Einführung

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Piss Boy

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

I have always been into humiliation. The problem is, it is harder to be humiliated when you like it. Worshipping a woman’s feet is kind of the hallmark of humiliating tasks, but I love women’s feet. Licking her ass is supposed to be degrading, but again, I wouldn’t think of giving oral sex without taking a taste of her ass. Then I discovered drinking urine.

I had never done it. I wasn’t even sure I could do it, and that is what made it so appealing. I didn’t know any women I thought I could get to do this with me, so I turned to the ever helpful internet. I joined and read though every group I could find about this topic and finally, I received the email that started it all.

Predator and Prey

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

*It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines.

Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding

dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and

willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber*

immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her.

Prisoners of the Empire

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

Author's Note: Soldiers of an army defeated by the Empire are taken to the Capital City, stripped, paraded for public display and taken to the Royal dungeons and torture chambers to receive the torments of the Empire.

The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones. Three hundred of the strongest, fittest, most handsome were transported to the capital. There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial guards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would walk the dejected terrified humiliated prisoners to their fate and beside them marched the imperial guards, enjoying and reveling in the spectacle and adding to the prisoners sufferings along the way. Each man in the group had been taken and was forcibly stripped bare and naked by female guards until not a captive wore a stitch of clothing. The men had their genitals fully exposed and then pawed, groped, slapped, spanked and humiliatingly played and toyed with by their female guards. Some were ordered to play with themselves off, others to jerk each other off. Some captives were forced to fuck one another’s asses, or suck another man’s cock, all for the sexual appetite of the imperial guards. It was terrifying. Men wept and sobbed. Others shook with fear and still others peed where they stood. It was only a taste of what would follow for these unfortunates.

Property of Mistress Savannah

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

Part 1

The day Lee Harvey had feared for months and months had finally come. As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant. He was a member of that workforce. A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and he decided to join them. It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered them on the way back from her office.

Punching Bag

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

I got a call that someone needed a boxer for a few rounds of fighting with this up and coming mixed martial artist. Apparently he was taking on a fighter with strong boxing and needed someone to practice with. I’d done a couple semi-pro fights, but then I’d broken my collarbone and by the time I’d healed, I had bills to pay and boxing wasn’t doing it anymore. But I’d step into the ring for $100 to help a fellow out. Especially since I was between jobs.

Puppy Love

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

Part One

Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow.

“Gloria?”

“Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table.

“Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!”

Re-paying a Debt to Goddess Danielle

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

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves

I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast.

Really Cruel Male Chastity Device (RCMCD)

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

Design goals:

Drive the wearer insane with lust

Never allow him release unless the Keyholder (or KH) allows so

Force the wearer to receive uninterrupted stimulation at the discretion of the KH.

Force the wearer to receive uninterrupted punishment at the discretion of the KH.

Be wearable indefinitely

Be able to punish the wearer severely for breakout attempts

Be escape proof

Design considerations:

All materials can be cut and all locks can be picked. The belt is therefore able to defend itself against tampering. To achieve this, the belt is equipped with a tamper sensor system. Should one or more of the sensors detect tampering, the belt will automatically enter self defense mode. During the design phase, several options for self defense were considered:

Spring loaded sharp edges that simply cut away parts that males don’t want to part with. Bleeding is a consideration for this mechanism.

Repository for Reprobated Husbands

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

Author's Note: Fiction? Perhaps, but more than likely an underground reality.

Part 1

Daria had become quickly bored with her husband Richard. Although he was was quite wealthy and heir, along with his younger sister,Penelope, to the Bottomly fortune it was being held in trust till his 25th birthday. She couldn’t stand the thought of of spending another 7 months with him and acting the part of his trophy wife at fundraisers, corporate affairs, exclusive clubs and restaurants and at symphony and theatre engagements. For her, they were maddenly dull. Her taste was more for Vegas, the LA party scene, Cabo and in general a louder gaudier free spending lifestyle. She was a gorgeous blonde with the opulent body of a 50’s Mamie Van Duren type blonde buxom bombshell. But with the morals and predatory instincts of a dangerous femme fatale out of darkest film noir. And she wanted it all. The entire Bottomly fortune and she wanted it now.

Rubber Doll

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

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences.

I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night!

Rubber Slave's New Life Begins

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

Author's Note: A slave who’s been corresponding with an online Master gives him his address finally in haste…and now he’s ready to begin his new life.

Chapter 1

As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls. It was as if they were being stretched away from his body, and crushed at the same time…..he tried to make sense of the sensations, and could only guess that there was some sort of cock ring around his balls and dick, stretching them away from his body. He could also feel again the smoothness of the slick rubber that was encasing him completely, and crushing his balls and cock between it and the ring. To his horror, he felt his cock start to thicken, now that he was concentrating on it. How the fuck could he be getting aroused now….in this place…. And just as quickly he knew the answer, and his cock became fully erect, despite the pain. Another moan escaped his throat, his heart beat quickened, and he felt that old familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He went on; feeling what must be a wide thick strap going across his waist. It felt thicker than the others, and tighter. Try as he did, he could not pick his ass up off the surface, or twist much more than a fraction of an inch from side to side. But with the effort, he felt a strange sensation inside of his ass… something was stretching his ass hole open and he could feel the long smooth shaft of it penetrating inside of him. He tightened his sphincter around the cylinder in pain. The action pulled the shaft further inside of him, and for the third time he let out an audible moan as he fucked himself with whatever was in his ass. He immediately relaxed his sphincter, but the burning sensation in his ass continued despite of it. He lay there in conflict, wanting…and needing to pull his asshole closed, but knowing it was impossible with whatever was in there, and that the mere effort would cause him to fuck himself again. He lay there, concentrating on his ass….forcing the muscles to relax, allowing his ass hole to remain stretched open. The effort was monumental, and soon he felt his skin getting slick with perspiration against the encasing rubber. Eventually, he was able to leave his ass hole relaxed enough for him to spare his concentration on the rest of his body. Again, he felt the smooth slick rubber encasing his stomach. Normally he loved that feeling, how he thought it flattered his physique by showing off his abs, but now all he felt inside of him was the cold fear. He felt the next strap across his chest, just below his Pecs. It was tight; each breath that he took made his body strain against the strap. He felt the minute friction of the strap against the top of the rubber suit. The rhythm of his breathing brought a new sensation to his attention. His tits, he could feel the bare skin of them rubbing against the rubber. There was a slight burning sensation with each breath, as if the skin on his nipples had been rubbed raw over time.

Self-imposed Punishment

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

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude.

Servitude

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

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

Severe Satisfaction, Charlenes Epic Karmic Correction

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

Author's Note: This is sort of a parallel story to my most recent tale. With a bit of a tie in at the end. Perhaps a bit of a slow start but it picks up pace quickly. Hope I was able to entertain you both times!

Freddy still didn’t understand how it all went so terribly wrong. The fantastically rich haul was only intended to be deposited in the little cartel owned small town bank for a few hours. But a change at the last moment nescessitated added security be sent in for the week long extended stay. Thinking only of his 3 million, possibly augmented by some opportunistic chicanery Freddy gave the go order for the bank takedown. His AR15 was down and his hands were up 3 seconds later. His amateur hour crew quickly followed suit.

Sex Slave Blue Eyes

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

I can see your hard cock trying to break free of my black lace panties, the thin material between your arse cheeks looks so sexy! On your knees infront of me, i clip chains onto your nipple rings and pull you towards me.

“Tonight bitch, you are mine, you are mine to use and abuse as i see fit and there is nothing you can do about it. You will serve me to MY standards. Do you understand?”

Sex Toy

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

I’m strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I’m kneeling. Then I’m bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I’m strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely–for the moment–behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar.

Sheathing that Desire

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

Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic.

But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie.

Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our traveling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention… and a really great time in private.

Friday night, after a full day of work and then the hassle of getting to the convention hotel, I spent probably too long hanging out and reconnecting with friends. It was late when I got back to the room, and I tried to be quiet, thinking Susan and Janie might already be asleep. When I got out of the shower, I knew something was up.

Slave of Club Adonis

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

Chapter 1

I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention. Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction. She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance. Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool. Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer. Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation. I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry. She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride. Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number.

Slave Tales

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

“I am here to punish you and break your spirit, Making you feel just like the animal I know you are..” I press my boot into your back, shoving you into the dirt “I’m here to make you pant, Can you do that for me boy? Can you pant for me?” You don’t answer and I lean over to pull your head up by your hair.. “Did you hear me?” You nod and look down, I twist your hair between my fingers “Pant for me, Doggie.” I twist your hair until you pant loudly, just like a thirsty dog would do - I pet your head lightly “Good boy, Want a treat?” I giggle and stand up, I push you back down into the cold ground “Lick the dirt” I command, you protest “Lick. the. dirt” I press my boot harder into the small of your back until it starts hurting. You run your tongue over the dirty ground… I crouch down to watch you do it.. My hand resting on your head “Don’t rush it, I want to see you take your time.” You lick more slowly and I laugh evilly “I should have made that mud” I smile and pull you up by your hair, “Come on, Slave. I’m going to teach you how to behave when you’re with me.”

Slaveric

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

To say that Lara was a tease would be an understatement. She had given Eric every sign of availability right from the beginning and he had responded with his usual speed and vigor, but she had danced away. It had all been repeated several times over the past two years as he became more and more deeply attracted to her.

He had been away for more than a month, with no explanation, and now he had come to work in a very unusual outfit. It started with a heavy, highly-polished steel collar, closely contoured to his neck and extending nearly its full length, closed with a padlock and inscribed in large letters, “Slaveric,” and, “Property of Mistress Demona.” And on his sleeveless, form-fitting black shirt large silver letters invited, “Ask me about slavery.” He could not have removed the shirt, if he had been tempted, because its turtleneck ran up under the locked collar. His outfit was completed by black leather shorts whose belt was padlocked and heavy black boots whose buckles were secured by small padlocks. It was something he would never, ever have worn if he had a choice, but of course that was the point.

Slow and Painful

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

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner

Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace.

So Close

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

Author's Note: my first story i hope you like it

i remember nothing as i wake up, dizzy, and naked, tied to a bed extremely tight. i can barely move, and my jaw hurts terribly as i realize theres a massive ball-gag on my and i feel cold on my cock as i realize, even though i cant see it, there’s a chastity device on my cock.

“enjoying yourself slave?”

Sorority Revenge

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

Author's Note: May be continued at some point.

Part 1

Kendra was a member of the Alpha Delta Pi sorority. She had traveled from her own University of Georgia in Athens to Clemson University in South Carolina (a distance of only about 80 miles) this weekend for a very specific reason. Melissa, a sorority sister from Clemson’s ADPi chapter, had recently found out that her boyfriend, Kyle, was rampantly cheating on her and she had contacted Kendra to get revenge; revenge that would not be traced back to Melissa herself. Kendra had done this kind of thing before. In fact, she was secretly known within the sorority’s community as the one who knew how to get things like this done.

Space Babe

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

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you.

Chapter 1

I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE!

Spring Break

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

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

Starting a Life on His Own

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

Author's Note: Summary: A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The story is in solid fantasy realm; do not try this at home! Things in here go well beyond what would be humanly possible. See my personal information for more on this Fantasy’ thing v.s. reality…

Storms Delivery

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

Author's Note: More to come :)

Part 1

The previous night one of my friends storm had come round, we watched a few movies and eventually fell asleep, nothing happenened but we had a good time. In the morning a parcel of mine came and storm was still here. I wasnt sure what it was so i bought it upstairs to where storm was still asleep.

When she woke a few minutes later, i had completely forgot about the package as i had started watching tv, she noticed it and asked what was in it, i told her i didnt know and chucked it to her to open. As i continued to watch tv she started opening the box.

Sub Space

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

Author's Note: My first story your feed back is encouraged!! If positive feed back, I will continue the story.

Update (06/17/11): Second installment in the story, I will continue with positive feedback

Part 1

The sub woke up one morning tied to an exam table. The sub wondered how it had come to be in this predicament, but knew it ultimately was not his to question. After all, it had been in the service of the madam for some time and the sub did not possess any free will to question her judgment as to what the sub was due.

Subinatrix: Part 2

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

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Such a Deal

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

Got back home from another long night at the job to find Wifey and BGF at home giggling in the living like a couple of school girls. Popped a top and went in to see what was so funny -cock and ball harness still on, per Wife’s instructions- and was greeted by the sight of two smiling faces on either side of the couch with the coffee table between them. After exchanging pleasantries, me still standing there, sucking down that cold one, Darling Wife asked if I wouldn’t mind showing off her new toy. I started getting a little red in the face, and started stammering, when she abruptly got up walked over to where I was standing and started unbuckling my trou! I had the beer in my hand, so I guzzled it and gently flung the can to her pal, just in time for Darling to pull down my pants to my knees.

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.

Surprise

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

Author's Note: The whole story is already written but I will be posting it in parts, (there are 5 or 6 parts). I have never posted anything online before, but have enjoyed this site for so long, that I felt it was time to add something to it. Enjoy!

Part 1

I walk in the door tired from work. My beautiful wife greets me with a hug and a kiss, I tell her I am really tired from working all week and just want to get to bed early. She seems a little disappointed but comes to bed with me. After ten minutes of tossing and turning she finally gets out of bed saying she couldn’t sleep and is going to get on the computer. I am half asleep and mumble something as she walks out of the bedroom, before she reaches the door I am back asleep. Sometime during the night I feel her come back into bed, but I fall right back asleep.

Surprise Saturday

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

Author's Note: He thinks that he knows what Susan will want from him during one of his regular visits to her………. but this time she has prepared a surprise for him.

This is a story which was published elsewhere some time ago and which I have now updated and revised.

I have to say that this is rather difficult to write………….. difficult for several different reasons. Firstly I hadn’t actually woken up this morning planning to write anything – there was no ’novel inside of me that I need to get out’. Also, I certainly have never thought about writing down what I am about to detail – at least what I think I am about to detail. Then there is my actual condition. I do not suppose that many writers work their literary magic without a stitch of clothing on. And while I could imagine that some writers might, in times of high workload, complain about being chained to their desk, I actually am. That’s right, my hands are cuffed together and there’s a long chain the end of which is padlocked to one of the links, a chain that goes back underneath the desk and which, I am told, is very firmly attached. So there’s no chance to get away even if it I had the use of my other limbs……. which I don’t. Its not my desk though. No, its my….Ahhhh. Sorry dear reader I’ve just been told that the introduction paragraph is too long and that I am to “get on with it”.

Taken

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

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged.

UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted !

UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email.

Teacher's Pet

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

Part 1

I had attended the teachers’ conference which had been somewhat dull. I was now having a drink at the bar afterwards when I saw the star presenter- a stunningly attractive woman of about 30 called Jenny Albright. She was dressed extremely smartly with a tight white blouse and a grey pencil skirt with high heals. i couldn’t dream of approaching her at the bar but she walked purposefully up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I was amazed and introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Graham James and I teach history.I really enjoyed your talk this morning.”

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

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

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Abs Workout

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

It was Saturday evening and my Wife, Lisa, said it was time for my weekly evaluation. She told me to go to the basement and prepare myself. Half of the basement is finished off and we use as our play space. There is a small storage room under the stairs. The room is too small to stand up or stretch out in. Lisa loves that and often makes me spend time in there for transgressions. It is also where I keep what Lisa calls my slave outfit. I opened the door and crawled inside. I removed my clothes and got out my wrist and ankle cuffs and collar. I put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and secured them with small padlocks.

The Appointment

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

Author's Note: True story. Ah Cindy, my little imp. If you have read our other stories, You know the deal here. We publish NOTHING that is not real and true.

OK - this one took me completely by surprise. Good ol’ Cindy! She put a lot of planning into this one. Oh man, I mean a LOT of planning!

I got home from work about 20 or so minutes before her (which is usually the case) and found an envelope taped to the door leading from the garage to the kitchen with my name on it in her handwriting.

The Bondage Trap

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

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland.

Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays.

I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it’s left side.

The drive path is made of gravel like a country homes driveway.

The Capsule

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

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online)

Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”.

Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured.

The Dominatrix Games

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

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading!

The Fine Print

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

Part 1

Recently I’d been in contact with a woman who runs a fairly popular femdom video site. She had advertised that private sessions with her were available at a negotiated price and after several messages back and forth we came to an agreement on a two hour session.

I’d always enjoyed the videos she had posted, and I always found myself watching the same one over and over again. It was one of the more humiliating videos for a slave that I could remember watching, and it always got me hard as a rock.

The Gift Certificate

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

Author's Note: Comments very welcome

Part 1

He typed in the address of the site on the gift certificate that he found when clearing out his late uncle Tom’s belongings. There had been quite a few really interesting things to keep, and as a poor student he could use things others wouldn’t be all that interested in, of course. His mother had given him free reign anyway, since it saved her a long trip from Dallas to San Francisco, and he was only half a day away, north of LA. She had not been very close to her younger brother, but his death at a young age when driving off a coastal cliff in his new Porsche convertible had nevertheless been quite a shock. Best of it for him, when clearing his uncle’s condo out had been finding a two year old Chevrolet Tahoe. It was slightly dented, but still, a vast improvement on the 14 year old Honda Civic with the airco kaputt. Yet he even got $200 for it selling his old banger on the spot. It had been a matter of loading the stuff he had wanted to keep, and getting the rest to the dump. A U-haul trailer had been needed though. The condo had been put on the market now, and the proceeds would be going to his mother, obviously.

The Great Corrective Measure

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

Author's Note: I’ve wanted to imagine a scenario whereby a submissive male was subjugated to extended long term bondage, and to face up to the real challenges this would present. I have experienced many of the things described, but not over the extended time period cited.

Part 1

He had been hinting heavily that he’d wanted to explore long term captivity for some time. Subtle and not so subtle hints, each time probing away and sounding her out. Her response hadn’t been entirely dismissive, but it hadn’t been exactly enthusiastic either. She argued practicalities, reminding him that fantasies were one thing but the real world didn’t lend itself to his ideas. Undeterred, he asked whether the kids could go and stay at their grandparents for a few days, suggesting that this might give them a little more space to explore. Beneath the surface he was beginning to annoy her with his persistence, and she could feel that his focus had switched from meeting her needs to seeking his own. And this wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. For months the balance had been perfect, and now here he was, clumsily promoting his own agenda, souring the mood music of what had become a rich and rewarding relationship. So unbeknown to him she conceived of a plan so devious that he would get to realise his fantasy, and face up to what this meant in the real world.

The Houseguest

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

Author's Note: Based on an original drawing by Augustine.

Part 1

“Hey, sis.”

“Cody!” The dark-haired girl shouted upon opening the front door. She grabbed the young man standing outside and pulled him to her. The embrace lasted a full minute before the two separated, the woman’s hands remaining on the boy’s shoulders. “God, let me look at you. It’s been so long.” She looked him up and down, taking in every inch of the brother she hadn’t seen in almost a year.

The Initiation

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

Andrea shifted slightly on the sofa as her brother stormed through the door. Her eyes darted back and forth from the pages of the book she was reading to the out of breath boy. “Rough Friday, freshman?”

“What?” Aaron asked, startled by the question. He had not seen his sister sitting there when he walked in. Quickly, the boy stripped off his lightweight jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair, and began to ascend the staircase leading to the top floor of the house.

The Interview (2018)

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

Author's Note: An updated and extended version of a story from 2017…

Part 1

Will Jackson sat in the black Lincoln Town car pulling up to the posh brownstone on the Upper East Side and thought back to how he’d arrived at this moment.

“Sandra, I’m really tired of dead-end relationships,’ he’d said to his former girlfriend over drinks a few weeks earlier. “I know we couldn’t make it work, but every time I open up to a woman it seems she can’t get away fast enough. I make good money, I’m not quite 40 and I’m really fit. I want to be with someone who’s smart and creative and emotionally present and at least as kinky as I am. Isn’t there anyone out there for me?”

The Kidnapping of Jennifer and Dan

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

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!!

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

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

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Loving Wife

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

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty.

So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/

Chapter 1 - Prolog

My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?”

The Male BDSM Menu

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

Prologue

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

The New Place

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

It had been almost a year since I had been to the dungeon and I was itching to go again. I really didn’t like having to pay the money, but with nobody in my life who would understand my fantasies, my best outlet was the professional mistresses I had been to a few times before. I went out to the dungeon web site and was disappointed to discover that all of the mistresses that I had visited in the past were gone. There was a new crop of them now, but I didn’t find them as attractive as the originals, so I started surfing the web to find a new dungeon. My surfing was successful as I quickly found another dungeon that looked to be fairly new, was not that far away, and looked to be stocked with several young, thin, attractive mistresses. I started an email discussion with one of them who went by the name of Mistress Jennifer. The emails went on for several weeks and over that time I started to slowly share with her my desires and fantasies. Then one day she emailed me with a day and time to come for a visit. This took me by surprise, since at the other dungeon, I had always asked for a date / time and they either said yes or no or suggested a different appointment time. It was the upcoming Saturday evening and I was instructed to be there at 10:40 PM prompt. It seemed a bit late, and her forwardness made me a bit nervous, but of course I said yes. All week, I could think of nothing else.

The Penalty Box

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

Part 1

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

The Perfect Delivery

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

Author's Note: True Story, first of many

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real.

I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time.

Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived.

I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality.

The Price of a One Night Stand

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

Rose sat at the hotel bar sipping her Margarita. She had one aim only this evening and that was to pull a married guy. She was dressed for the part - red blouse, black skirt and red “fuck-me” shoes. She had done this routine twice before and didn’t expect to take more than an hour for this part of the routine. Her hair was not in its usual style and not its usual colour, her name wasn’t Rose either.

The Punishment

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

Synopsis: Sub paul answers an online request for a slave boy addition to a Dominant Couple and agrees to the terms that the Sadistic Mistress Katie set up for him during the initial meet and subsequent weekend play scene with her Dominant husband Sir. He learns the hard way what it means to be a NO limit slave to his two new Dominants.

It was Monday night and I was attending to Sir in his home office. He had bound me in a service position to him, kneeling with my arms pulled back behind me so my wrist cuffs were secured to my ankle cuffs, and my head tilted back in front of him. Sir was face fucking me again through a long hard oral session, giving me lots of deep throat practice as he repeatedly held my head tight to his groin forcing his hard cock down my throat! His orgasm was slow in coming but I was soon rewarded for my efforts when he groaned and his cum erupted into my mouth! Sir cautioned me to swallow it all and to not spill a drop, even in the drool as he pulled out of my abused mouth. I quickly swallowed two or three times, all the while trying to tongue the dripping wetness from his withdrawing cock.

The Slippery Slope

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

Author's Note: There aren’t enough male on male stories. I know they are not popular but submitting to a man interests me so I have used some real experiences and some imagined in this story. If you are offended by anal sex then I am sorry. I felt it added something to the events I am about the describe. All comments welcome.

Chapter 1 - Online Training

I have been interested in bondage games for a long time. It all started when after a long marriage my ex-wife and I were looking for ways to spice up our love life. It was then that I realised that I enjoyed being tied up and controlled. When the divorce happened I was free to start my voyage of discovery. My first attempts were tentative but I did not get any enjoyment from self-bondage. What I wanted was to let myself go totally and let someone control me.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

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

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

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

Introduction

The Spider and Her Fly

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

Author's Note: First story ever! Much like my unlucky protagonist, I’m a 26 year old submissive male from Brooklyn. I’ve been reading BDSM stories most of my life and finally sat down to write one, please let me know what you think!

Part One: The Trap

Well this certainly throws a wrench into things, Mark thought. He had just found out that his roommate was moving in with his girlfriend, leaving him all alone in a Brooklyn apartment that he could no longer afford. He had only just moved to the city two months ago, after his girlfriend of three years had left him, and he was finally starting to attract some clients as a freelance web developer. Despite being educated and working all through college, he barely had two dollars to rub together after paying for food, rent, insurance, and student loans. Everything else he wound up spending on Vanessa, who seemed to be the only person capable of bringing a smile to his face at the moment.

The Terrible Life Of Thomas

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

Author's Note: First time submitting a story, constructive criticism welcome. I tried to keep the paragraphs short for ease of reading as this is a bit long. There are ideas for torturing Thomas more, if people enjoy this story I will get to putting part 2 down ASAP. Also this is a work of fiction, please don’t bring the real world into with comments on the legality of what’s happening.

The Wife's Maid

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

“I can’t do it!”

“You can!” She screamed. Then, in hushed but with a most threatening tone, she added, “And you bloody well will if you know what’s good for you!”

One look at the expression written on her face and I knew she meant what she said. Not to comply with her request would, as far as parts of my anatomy was concerned, be folly in the extreme. On any other day I just might have been inclined to refuse and suffer the consequences because I was addicted to the pleasurable pain she could most expertly inflict but I was still suffering from last night and knew my cock, balls, nipples and backside were in no position to take any more punishment…..

The Wrong House

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

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret.

Chapter 1: The Break-In

The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist.

Tied Togeather

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

The games we played became more and more painful but still there was something missing. The other bound most of the time one in a most severe way but we knew that, whenever it became unbearable, a single sign or simple gesture was enough to stop the torment.

It was Caroline, my girlfriend, who wanted more. She was rather skinny with little tits, fantastic nipples and a rather well shaped, whip loving, bottom. On an evening, when I came home from work, she was sitting totally naked in front of our computer surfing some self-bondage sites. Due to her reading and watching the pictures she was horny as hell. “Let’s get in self-bondage the both of us so that we cannot release each other.”

Torment in Rubber

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

A Story Requested by, and Dedicated to, Dawn

Part 1

The two rubber sacks swayed gently from the chains, which suspended them from the ceiling. The bottom of each sack was about 5 feet above the ground and when you looked closely at the sacks a two-ended zip could be seen running along the entire length of the container.

Mistress Anne came into the room containing the suspended sacks and stood in silence for a few moments watching them. One sack was still but from the other there was movement and a small noise. Anne smiled as she looked at this sack and smoothed her rubber-clad fingers with each hand. Time for a little stimulation!

Torture

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

The night started off with Gwen telling me she wanted to play. She told me that she was going to make me cum in ways I’ve never dreamed of. As a sadistic switch, I have begged her for years to truly test me. She had never been comfortable truly pushing my limits though. As I would find out later, tonight was going to be the night that changed!

“The Ritual that you so elegantly laid out for me to follow is yours to follow tonight!” She said as I was walking to the bathroom. “Also, I want you to edge yourself before coming to the bedroom. Don’t cum. Period. If you do, there’ll be hell to pay. If you walk in here with a soft dick, you won’t get more than a chaste peck on the cheek for a month!”

Torture Boy Toy

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

Chapter 1

Trevor Foster was, in many ways, kind of a stereotype. He was a tall, heavyset black man with the kind of muscles that he earned through hours in the gym each week. He was loud, quick to laugh, and not afraid to get into a fight when the mood struck him. He was a linebacker for his college’s football team, and he had a scholarship riding on what would hopefully be his career.

Tough Love

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

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help.

Part One - Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.

Trick or Treat

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

There is a knock at the door. John thinks to himself, “Who could that be? It’s past time for the kids to be out trick or treating!” It’s almost 10:00 at night. When John opens the door to see who it is he is pushed back by two women dressed like witches. Before he could get a look at them they covered his eyes with a scarf.

One of the witches now cuffs his hands behind his back. The second witch starts to strip him naked. John thinks to himself that this may not be too bad after all, ” Ok, they can have their way with me”

Trip to the Carnival

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

Author's Note: This one became more of a nightmare situation than originally planned….. Still a fun story though.

Part 1

Well I’m off too the Carnival that came into town everybody is talking about. I arrive and get a bunch of tickets to ride all the rides even double if I want. As I pay for the tickets the ticket person looks at me up and down and smiles a little, I don’t know why, as she hands me the ticket and asks for my wrist. I stick my arm threw the window and she places this pink armband on me. I ask what it is for and she tells me since I bought so many tickets I get too ride the “Real Ride” at the back of the park which opens 5 minutes before the rest of the rides close. I thought wow cool a free ride. This was like most carnivals some OK rides and some really cool ones. Unfortunately no coasters where too be found… Every time I got to a ride the girl at the gate wood look at me then smile, I wondered if they were smiling at everybody or me.

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?

Trying to Copy

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

Author's Note: Thanks to Gamma for inspiration.

Part 1

He stood balanced, completely focused on -and frustrated by - his predicament. What made the sexual and physical torture worse, somehow, was the fact that he had put himself in this situation by his own hand, after careful planning. He had already had two huge orgasms that had shaken his body, and he was beginning to get physically exhausted as well as sexually drained. As another shock hit his testicles he moaned loudly, sweating, and leaned back again, realizing that his careful planning was to blame. Tugging on his release for what seemed like the millionth time, he groaned deeply when he realized that there was still no give in the cord. Let’s back up to the beginning of this adventure.

Twisted Payback

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

Author's Note: Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback.

I also welcome E-mails to Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk and will always answer.

Part 1

“The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her.

“Okay, naked, completely naked.”

“Is that all?” I asked.

“No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“I’m not saying just now, I’ll save my other choices as a surprise,” she said.

Unexpected Addition

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

Author's Note: This story is largely real. It is compressed and addended with a few of my GF/BFF/Mistress/Slave’s (flavor of the week? Love of my life. You choose the acronym based on who is licking the boot.) latest fantasy/plans. Enjoy, and do email me if you’ve got something you’d think we should try.

Her eyes wide with a mix of sarcastic humor, surprise and perhaps a little disgust “…just know this, there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me.” Call it famous first words? A year later, her comment on my PA is a funny memory. Mel, my Mistress and switch, is getting me read for our little party. But really brief background is in order.

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

Upstairs Downstairs

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

Author's Note: My wife and I enjoy bondage games and this is a scenario we hope to try shortly

Chapter 1

I was spreadeagled and face down, wrists and ankles stretched out across the bed. This allowed me a little margin to squirm, but nothing much. I felt the weight of my own body pressing down upon my cock, the cock she had trussed up just prior to securing my limbs. She had sheathed my erection in a single nylon stocking, using another to tie around my balls before using a third nylon to crush my shaft at the base, the centre, and agonisingly at the tip. Everything bulged, everything was being crushed by the weight of my own stranded form.

Visiting the McIntoshs

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

Author's Note: (Some wee spoilers ahead): Meet Alistair and Riona McIntosh, who have got nasty plans for each other. And three burglars, who have got no plan at all… This is not a full-fledged BDSM-story, so you can keep your trousers on. Yet you will find a good deal of bondage with a general tongue-in-cheek overtone. ~ v1.0, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013

He was with her. She knew it. Riona knew the cheating bastard was doing that blonde slut this very second. Like he did for the last couple of weeks.

Vive La Difference

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

Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more.

In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial,

interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male).

Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports.

Weekend in Hell with JessiBell

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

Author's Note: I hope to get the next part of the story up soon.

Part 1

As part of the upcoming Slave Storage program, Mistress JessiBell has been using me as a test subject to get a more precise idea of what is and is not possible in long term bondage scenes. I consider myself privileged to be part of these experiments. Many times I forget large portions of what happened. I often have to refer to the recordings of the sessions to remember the sequence of events. This last series of tests, which I describe below, included some of the most intense experiences I have ever encountered. Bear in mind that we have been working up to this level for the last eight months. I generally need at least a day to recover afterward. Your mileage may vary.

What the Doctor Ordered

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

Part 1

I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week.

Monday

I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then… we’ll see.

When I Died A Million Times

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

Author's Note: What if in the after-life you pay for your sins by living the life of a cosmic slave caste? This is an esoteric experiment, silly, and nothing to take too seriously.

Chapter 1

When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me.

Whore in Training

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

Part 1

My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself.

wife made slut

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

Author's Note: fiction

It was a Wednesday morning. My Wife went to work like always. I decided to do a little self bondage on my day off of work. I took my shower and shaved all the important parts. My wife called from work, so i knew I was safe. I applied the cheap wig I bought and attempted to do makeup. I did not succeed.

I wen t to my shop to get all the things I have hidden away for years. Once inside the shop I took the ropes, the gags and the cuffs I was going to use and sett them aside. I picked the clothes out and started to disrobe.

Wild Idea

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

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Wrestling For Top!

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

I first met Rebekah online and we seemed to hit it off with some interesting messages and video chats! She wanted to be tied up and forced fed my cock all night (which we did) but I also wanted to be tied up and give her a chance to get even. She had never tied anyone up before and after she got her shot at it, well lets just say she really got into it!

You Have to Love my Wife

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

Author's Note: Wife knows about the past Mistress session and wants involved. My old Mistress is sadistic and now she has both my wife and me

My recently new wife “Samantha” of six months she knew of my kinks with past Mistresses without the details. We have played back and forth and as time goes by she’s starting to get into it more and more and even though I enjoy using her and having her tied at my deposal. Sam is ten years younger than me with mid length auburn hair and a great body. Sam doesn’t have to work so she hits the gym three times a week. She has great legs, a nice ass and a firm C chest I am a lucky guy. But I still enjoy being dominated past her means she tries but she would prefer the submissive side best and as I said she is really starting to get into it. I’m not sure how she would really act if she knew all that I have had done to me. About a month ago she started asking more questions about my past Mistresses and what we did during the session. I just told her some of what we did only way more intense I guess you had to be there. When is the last time you seen a Mistress? A while ago I said. After we have been married? No I said. Besides over the past year prior I only seen one and I have not seen her after our marriage. Do you miss her? What do you mean? Nothing I just know you like more than I can give you in that department and I enjoy receiving I just wondered what else there was.

Z: Ownership

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

Chapter 1 - M Meets Z

M met Z entirely by chance. Her profile seemed direct, but simple. Very little embellishment and only a single picture. M had been casually looking around the site, his intent not necessarily to find anything or anyone, but merely exploration; to set upon a path of discovery to learn more from the “horses mouth” so to speak. He couldn’t foresee how such a simple profile could lead him down a rabbit’s hole that would completely and irrevocably change his life. Yet, there was something compelling about the simple statements in the journal that nudged him to make contact. Z wanted a subject to blackmail.

Zed

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

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a while. Please, feel free to leave feedback.

Part 1: How We Got Here

Well, this is screwed up. I’m standing over the unconscious and naked body of the man I’ve always had unrequited feelings for And I have to make him disappear. How did it come to this….

Before we get to that, let me introduce myself and my…. let’s go with my paramour. My name is Timothy Martin, I’m 29 and I’m pretty bisexual. I’m 5'11, white with brown hair and dark brown eyes and I like to think I’m pretty good in the muscle department considering I work out regularly. Speaking of department, I work for the SPF, Singapore Police Force. I’m a Sergeant attached to the CID (basically the detectives) and I assist in their investigations by….filing paperwork and kicking down doors. Not the most glamorous job and definitely not why I became a cop but not as bad as it sounds. I also have an… alternative employer. The local friendly neighborhood mob pay very handsomely for information about potential arrests. Information I provide. In my defense I was raised by a mobster and they pushed me to be a cop specifically for this. Never had a choice, in my case. Enough about me, anyway, let me tell you about my… let’s be honest, my obsession.