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(Rubber) Bound, For Fun

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

Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!)

“Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!”

A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening.

1st and Goal

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

Part 1

Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Sole owner of the newly franchised team, the Memphis Maulers, things looked bleak when they should have held great promise. His staff of attorneys had finished sifting through the league contract and discovered something very disconcerting. If the team did not show a profit by the end of their very first season, the franchise would be placed in a lottery for other markets to bid upon. Of course, this revelation was made after Seagram had signed the agreement.

2 for 1

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

Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were.

EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom’s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I’d be interested to hear in the comments.

24-Hour Control

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

Although she was 3000 miles away, my Mistress and I had discussed me wearing a padlock on my balls and being under her control for 24 hours. This spring it came true.

One morning, I woke up to her email with instructions on how it would work…

*Slave,

Today you will be wearing a padlock and be under my control for 24 hours.*

FedEx will be delivering a package to you this morning. In it, you will find a padlock.

48 Hours

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

Chapter 1

It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her.

Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect.

48hrs

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

Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn.

Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format).

72 Hours

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

Author's Note: What goes throught the mind of a young woman who, due to extreme economical problems, has sold herself into slavery and now awaits the beginning of her new life?

Compounding the stress is the fact that her decision is not final until a prescribed waiting period has been completed.

April signed the agreement; she put the pen on the desk and slowly stood up. She then watched as the woman seated on the other side of the desk turned the papers around and carefully flipped through the pages insuring that each of the required places for initials had been properly marked and that April’s signature was properly placed and dated. Seemingly satisfied she placed the paperwork into a file the tab of which showed April’s full name and the date of April 2, 2012, her date of birth, eighteen years ago today. The woman nodded to a woman standing near the door. The woman stepped forward holding something silver in color in front of her.

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 Business Transaction

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

“I see you like the service today,” my host said smiling.

I glanced over at the serving girl. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform though she was clearly in her early 20s. She wore high heels, knee-high stockings, a short red skirt and a tight red blazer over a blouse and tie. Her long black hair was in two pony tails.

I was visiting the sheltered Villa up in the mountains, of my host, who was a very rich and elusive businessman, whom I was trying to convince to invest in our business. I had been warned that his tastes were esoteric, but I had willingly signed a confidentiality agreement before coming, thinking of the potential millions his money would bring my company but having little idea what would really await me.

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 Christmas Carol

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

Carol had just turned twenty. She had been dumped by her boyfriend once more. Oh yes, she could tell you a few things about boys. They were only after her body. When they realised she wanted to be a virgin when she got married, they ran a mile! It was not as if she did not jerk them off. Although she loved to tie them up first before she did it. A few liked that, especially Alan. She cried her heart out when he left. Keith liked her tossing him off, but was not struck on the being tied up! He would not tie her up and frig her so she had to make do with self bondage and her trusty friend, Roger the rabbit!

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 Complete Surprise

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want.

Prologue

Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone.

**ring**

Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer.

A Controlled Life

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

Author's Note: I welcome all feedback (negative and positive). Thanks.

Forward and Disclaimer

The devices, programs, gadgets, toys, apps, and websites in this story are real. The use of their brand names and products allowed through nominative fair use. The potential for them to be used in the ways they are in this story really does exist.

Research has been conducted to ensure the accuracy and efficacy of these items to make this story as realistic as possible at the time of writing. I apologize for any updates, changes, modifications, or changes in availability of any these items that will render their capabilities to vary from that shown in the story. The characters here are fictional and any likeness or similarity to real people is purely coincidental.

A Dog Rack Trapped Me

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

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

A Final Curiosity

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

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

A Good Pony

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

Today, Mirage was particularly longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship.

Pressing her haltered head against her stall’s door, she was just able to see the gate of the barn. But no matter how much the ponygirl whimpered and pawed, it remained closed. What took him so long?! Didn’t he know what day was today?!

A Kitten and Her Master

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

Author's Note: Please note, this is not the full story, merely the first chapter. I will be be publishing additional chapters if this is well-received.

Three college students are vacationing at a friend’s mansion when a crew of slavers breaks in and forces them to submit, eventually turning them into slaves.

Chapter 1

Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness.

A Life of Submission

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

Author's Note: That’s my first story, i hope you’ll have a nice time reading it. Events related in the story are partly true (i lived some of them) but strongly exagerated. Last things… i’m not english so be lenient when reading.

_Update (2012/07/20):* Please forgive me for the delay since the last update.*

Introduction

My name is Matthew, I am 30 years old. As far as I can remember I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM. Even as a child, I already lost myself in daydreams where I was kidnapped by “bad guys” who sell me as an “object” or as a slave. My submissive nature was already there …

A Long Weekend

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

Author's Note: : I’ve drawn a great deal from pleasure posting “1st and Goal” and other stories here, and the positive responses they’ve garnered. I plan to continue posting most of my older works, but am starting off with something new. Updates for this one will not be as frequent, as it is a work in progress.

My plans also include publishing my complete stories (for a nominal fee) at a website used by several authors here. Information on this will be forthcoming. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy…

A Maid's Story

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

He walked carefully back to her bedroom, trying not to spill her dinner tray. Although she was training him in them more and more now, he still was not fully capable of walking in the 5” stiletto heels. The last thing he wanted was to have to clean up a mess and then make dinner in them again. As it was he had just spent several hours cleaning the apartment while cooking dinner. Of course he wouldn’t be eating any dinner since she was also training him on a larger gag. She had decided he could make too much noise with the smaller ball gags, so she bought a large 2” gag with training harness – which he had also been wearing during his chores. Of course high heels and a gag isn’t much of a maid’s outfit…so she had purchased a more appropriate uniform. His heels were attached with locking straps to make sure he couldn’t take them off…not that he’d try. She had removed the hair on his legs with a depilatory cream, so they would look perfectly smooth under his black thigh-high stockings. Her tour de force was a black satin French maid’s outfit. The skirt was so short it barely covered his ass and he became flushed every time he was forced to bend over, revealing his lacy black thong panties. The uniform even had a white apron, lace headpiece and choker, which she had special ordered with a locking buckle. Over the frilly black and white top, she had fitted him into a patent-leather corset, laced tightly in the back and secured with three locking buckles.

A Massage I Would Never Forget

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

Author's Note: This is just one of the many kinky fantasies that I decided to sit down and put on paper. Enjoy.

I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Caleb. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes.

Alright, enough about me… let me tell you how my freshman year started.

A Mislaid Trap

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

Wanda smiled brightly as she stepped from the elevator, greeting her husband’s secretary. “Agnes!” She beamed. “Long time no see!”

Agnes looked up and gasped. “Mrs. Cartwright! What a pleasant surprise!”

Wanda shrugged. “They’re pulling asbestos out of the air vents in my office so suddenly I find myself with an afternoon off. I thought I’d surprise Harry. With our conflicting work schedules, we hardly ever see each other.”

Agnes looked over her notes. “He’s at a meeting right now, but I think he’s free for lunch. He should be done in a half hour or so. Would you like to wait in his office?”

A New Prenuptual

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

The transformation was amazing.

Nora had always been beautiful. Distractingly beautiful. But there had always been something, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, that darkened her. It was her soul. A self serving, almost evil soul that bled away her beauty. I saw it from day one, but Oscar, rich, old and lonely Oscar never saw it, even after he married her. He never saw it until he walked in on her sucking off the cabana boy in the pool house.

A Prisoner of the New Toys

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

Hi my Name is Emily, I am 19 from the UK, I’m thin and have long blonde hair, I’m only 5ft 2 and have breasts that people often tell me are huge, I am a 32DD, my boyfriend is called Nate he is an attractive guy standing a tall 6 ft, he is Muscular and tanned, he has a perfect block of brown hair always gelled just right.

We have always had a interest in bondage, usually me more so than him, Nate likes to play games with him, he likes more to just tease me. Our bondage collection was always pretty limited, we had rope and handcuffs and a rubbish ball gag but that was all, One day we both got a big tax rebate and decided to buy some things to play with, we bought 2 vibrators, one anal and one normal and a clit massarger, we also bought a chastity belt, a second pair of handcuffs, a good ball gag, a blind fold and some nipple clamps. When we recieved the package a few days later I couldn’t wait to play, I begged Nate for hours, but he refused saying he was to tired.

A Pushy Service

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

Author's Note: a true visit to an adult store with a friendly sales lady triggers a nice fantasy

My excitement was growing as I turned into the parking lot again, where I had been a few days earlier. I was on the home stretch of a business trip and the parking lot was one of an adult store.

Let me tell you something about myself and my home situation before proceeding.

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 Sudden Change of Plans

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

“Well, slave, how do I look?”

I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck.

Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well.

A Sudden Mistress

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

Chapter 1

John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave.

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.

A Unexpected Parcel

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

Author's Note: Please note that I have Dyslexia so I appologise for any issues people have reading this story. As my punctuation and my paragraphs may not be good.

This is a fictional story and my first so please enjoy.

Part 1

My name is Sharia I am tall with long brown hair and slim to medium build depending on the angle of the light haha. I would like to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was 18 and I moved into my own flat.

A Video for Jeff

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

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story over a decade ago and it was included in my first published book. The book is no longer in print, so I’m offering the story here for free. Enjoy and comment as you will. Bondage blessings to you all.

Part 1

All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset.

A Violet Snowdrop

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

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy

“Violet! I’m back.”

I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.

A Web I Created

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

Part 1

I had known Lois for almost 8 years.

We’d been living close to each other when I was 24 she was 29. At that time she’d just broken up from her long-time boyfriend and we’d had something of a chemistry to say the least. It was absolutely electric. I fancied the pants off her, she had something about her that just made me excited and more, it was an immensely strong attraction… she certainly gave me plenty to think about.

Abducting An Angel

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

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights.

So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;)

Addiction

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

Chapter 1 - Addiction

The power over women that John wielded was now extreme. The Genie had granted one of his wishes in a well thought-out hand written contract.

Any woman to have intercourse with John would orgasm after only 30 seconds. Each 30 seconds later during the same insertion of his penis would result in an orgasm 10% greater than the last up to the 8-minute mark (yielding an orgasm 460% stronger than the woman’s prior average intensity). While the woman would remain conscious, the experience would cause her to loose 5% of her body fat and 5% of her water weight.

AdultWebOnline

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

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;)

Part 1

It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too.

Adventures In Alanya

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

Chapter I

The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university.

Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm.

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.

Aidan's Training

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

I started out with a pretty happy life, but I screwed things up. I was the king of my castle, but now I’m not even the queen. More like the maid. So I guess you could call it a riches to rags story. How did it all happen, well let me back up and tell you.

My name is Aidan, and I started life with a plus, because my family was pretty well off. When I turned 21, I got my share of the family trust fund. I never needed to work in my life, and I would have been very well off. But what fun is it to sit around the house all day? I went to college, then got my MBA, and got a job at a high powered accounting firm downtown, where I pulled down a six figure income.

Alice Takes A Vacation

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

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!

Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around.

Alice's Change of Life - Posts

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

Author's Note: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit

A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life.

Aliens

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

Chapter 1: The Barbeque

I was surrounded by dozens of aliens. I could tell they were aliens by the shape of their heads and by their language. I felt very nervous, almost claustrophobic, even though we were at an outdoor barbeque. I edged closer to my protector. One of the male aliens spoke to me, but I couldn’t understand him. I had been instructed not to upset them, so I smiled and nodded as if I agreed with him.

Allie's Birthday

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

I was looking forward to Sunday Brunch with my friend Jeff. He had promised to finally introduce me to his new girlfriend Allison, a tennis team babe and apparently a real interesting beauty according to Jeff. They had met on the college Halloween party a few weeks earlier. Both of them were into the life sciences while I was pre-law, so our classes didn’t overlap and I hadn’t met her before. Jeff and I had met in the freshman dorm, become good friends and stayed in touch as much as our busy exam and party schedules allowed.

Allison's Adventure

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

Chapter One - Allison

I met Alison about a year ago at “A Cut Above”. It was a men’s only hair saloon that would occasional cut women’s hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men’s magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn’t have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn’t huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain.

Almost Deserved Retribution

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

Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play.

Part One

Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand.

A Bit About Me.

I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago!

Amazon County

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

Author's Note: This is not a story about sex or orgasms. If that is what you are looking for in a story then you don’t want to waste your time here.

It was a rainy night in May when Larry Brewster pulled into the parking lot of J.G.’s Bar and Grill on the outskirts of Tannerville. Rural America didn’t hold any favor with Larry, but with this weather he would be willing to stop for a meal - spend the night even if the rain picked up. It was a gravel lot with mud and puddles everywhere, but he managed to get inside without getting his Nikes soaked. New York to L.A. had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but getting stranded in Indiana was not what he had in mind.

Amber's First Service

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

Part 1

It was late evening and I was relaxing having a few drinks with work colleagues by the river after a busy day at work, the heat wave we were having put temperatures in the 100’s and the servers and computers we maintain were over heating, but it was not the only thing this evening that will overheat.

There were about 10 females in the group wearing nothing but white blouses which in the heat were all most see through and un buttoned quite a way down showing off their breasts in all their splendour, short back skirt, stockings and high heels, just looking at them sent sexual thoughts of three in a bed (or more), bondage sessions and sex which made more than just the temperature rise.

Amber's Misfortune

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

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Amber's Surprise

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

Amber was on her last night in the city. Having attended a weekend conference and soon will be flying the following Sunday morning. Bored with the hotel bar and the other attendees to the conference she quietly inquired at the concierge desk for a local place she could walk to as she had no car and was not interested in a cab. Being told of a place about a block down an alley sounded perfect. Amber thanked the nice gentleman and departing, not seeing the signal given across the room to a patron at the bar who Amber had met and seen the past couple of nights.

Ambers Downfall

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

Chapter 1

Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school’s staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it’s rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn’t even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings.

Amy and the S&M SS

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

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan)

Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN

THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck.

THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either.

An Owned Pet's Life

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

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

An Unexpected Vacation

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

“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!”

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

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

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Andrea and the FetFair

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

Author's Note: This is my second “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday) if you haven’t already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I’m planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it’s getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

Andrea and the Full House

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

Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them.

“So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

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

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Angel's Chastity Belt

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

Author's Note: Please be gentle. This is my first public submission and the first story I ever really took the time to flesh out.

As I wrote this, I figure that some folks will find that it proceeds a little slower than some other stories. I think some stories proceed too quickly or don’t spend enough time exploring or explaining certain things and I may have tipped the balance a bit farther in the other direction.

Ann Bounded

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

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

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

Antoine's Revenge

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

Author's Note: A story of how a planned revenge can go wrong. Published as part of the bundle ‘The Cyber Trap’

His mother came into his room, wearing a dressing gown and holding her mobile against her left ear, saying ‘Antoine? It’s Aunt Nicole. She asks if you can help her out for a couple of days’. She’s moved to that new position I’ve told you about. She needs help with the house. Putting things away, mowing the lawn. And she’ll pay you for it’.

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.

April and Jenny's Bet

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

My roommate, Jenny, and I were without plans one Friday night so we spent the evening drinking margaritas and playing around the Internet. We stumbled across a chastity belt site and were both pretty surprised that such things still existed. For the next several hours we looked at photos and read stories and talked about these things. Finally, after enough margaritas, we decided we would order one. Since we are both about the same size we could order one belt that would fit either of us.

Arrive - The New Rules

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

Day 1

With a huge kiss and a very nice worm hug between me and my wife MY and our very nice kids have finally met after a long separation, It was a moment we wished to have four the last 4 months, originally it was planed to be one month, but for the some circumstances it became four months.

I always loved her more than any other thing in the world, I really like her, and always wished she will one day be my perfect wife by developing her Kink side and making her loving it as a Top (Mistress), I have been switching between Top and Bottom but because She never liked to be bound, I was always the one getting in Bondage, in the first few years in our marriage she just did what I wanted because she loves me, not because she want it, but in the last few year she started to like putting me in bondage, so I was losing my Top part and being more Bottom.

Ashley's Internet Performance

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

Author’s note: First of all thank you for taking the time to read my story. I liked the idea that the author ‘Erica’ had by writing a little author’s note, giving people a taste of what is to come (no pun intended) to avoid disappointment. This is a story of a girl who is taken from her perfect life and dropped into are area that she thought she loved, only to find that it is a lot tougher and more painful then it looks on the internet. The story may be boring at times, with little use of restraints and torture but then at other times it really picks up. I tried to incorporate elements of suspense to make it more interesting and in depth. I tried to make the story free of errors (e.g. spelling and grammar or contradictions in the plot), if you find errors, please ignore them as it takes a while to write this, even editing takes time. All comments or suggestions are taken to heart and are appreciated. I have most of the story written but am waiting to see what everyone thinks of it before posting the rest. Once again, thanks for reading and enjoy Ashley Robert’s ride.

Audrey's Roommate

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

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

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

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

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.

Batteries Not Included

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

She saw the huge box in the center of the living room as soon as she arrived home from her the last day of her part-time job. It was the only reason she had been working in the first place and now it was here. It was a dream come true. Her master had insisted that if she wanted this bad enough he would enforce her confinement but she would pay for it completely. Now it was here.

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.

Bed Bondage Ordeal

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

A few weeks ago I had a terrible experience in self-bondage, and am perhaps lucky to be alive. I was a novice at bondage, but had found some bondage stories and discovered that they excited me. Lacking a boy friend, I decided to try some serious self-bondage. I suppose I was part curious, part turned on. Actually I think I am a bit of a masochist and the thought of punishing myself also excited me.

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.

Belt of the Future: A Dinner

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

Author's Note:Like many other readers, I very much liked the story “Belt of the future”. I often wondered what I’d do with such a belt. One day my mind was playing with a storyline with hidden public bondage when my eye fell on “Belt” again. 1 and 1 made click and this sequel was born. I hope it will be considered a worthy sequel.*

This sequel has not been endorsed by the original author and considered fan-fiction

Beta Test

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

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.

The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.

BFFs

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

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

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

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Big Mistake

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

I have been interested in bondage, and chastity in particular. I am “5'5’’, 104 lbs, long legs for my size and I have large breasts. I would roam around the web looking at pictures of girls, either in bondage, tying up guys, or tying up my fellow woman. I had heard stories of Guys getting tied up by girls, and vice versa, and it made my blood boil. I was very active in self-bondage, but at the age of 21, had still not actually told anyone of my fetish.

Bird in a Cage

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

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.

She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul’s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic “insurance policy”.

Birthday Fun

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

Chapter 1

“I really do look ridiculous you know,” Isabella said, tugging on her really short skirt without much success in covering up her shapely legs, “I guess I should be grateful your birthday only comes once a year,” she continued with a wry smile.

“Hello nurse!” I said laughing, looking at Isabella up and down with a surge of desire. My girlfriend had gone all out this time I realized with affection. At only 110 pounds and 5 foot five, she was surprisingly curvy and the tight nursing outfit showed it very well. She was actually a doctor in real life but this one-piece white nursing suit with the short skirt and long slits up her thighs for ease of movement, the tapered waist, and her B, almost C cup breasts pushing against the tight material (not to mention the cleavage from a narrow V line) left me a little breathless.

Bondage Diet

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

Author's Note: Here is a story I promised one of my email friends.

Part One - The Fourth Present

“Happy Birthday Robert!” My Angie cried. How did a guy like me ever get an angel like her? I come home from work and find her waiting in my apartment with a surprise.

“You’re wearing a dress.” I needlessly pointed out, “Are we going out for dinner?” Most restaurants gave you a free dessert for your birthday and I would not be opposed to more cake.

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.

Bondagent - Mission Golden Sun

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

Author's Note: A parallel story to ‘Bondagent - Mission Dark Cloud’, not essential reading before this one as this is a ‘stand-a-lone story’ but of interest if you like background to some of the characters.

1. Assassin

This was a much better mission, far more suited to my natural skills as an assassin than my previous task, basically baby-sitting the new girl Sandy Dearing or at least keeping ob’s on her and her apartment while she infiltrated the terrorist organisation in operation Dark Cloud. Although it had been effectively a year’s rest from front-line duties and getting to play with Sandy in bondage was a huge and enjoyable bonus; so good I still meet up and play with her whenever the opportunity arises; her and her girlfriend ‘Bronze’ Debbie and to get to do sexually evil things to them both.

Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud

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

1. Recruitment

Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it.

I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

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

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

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

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

Bound By Bonnie

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

Author's Note: I just wanted to try my hand at a different type of story…for me at least. Let me know if I should continue it.

Chapter One

Bonita threw the paper aside in disgust. “There’s nothing playing! Is our second date too early for me to tie you up and fuck your brains out?”

I was about to mention wanting to see the new Pixar feature, when the second part of her speech reached my brain. There was a definite offer of sex, but there was also a condition.

Bound, Gagged and in Chastity

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

It started like any other night, my Mistress wife was working til midnight then would be home. She left me chores to do once I was dressed and how to be tied when she got home. Only this night ended up different.

I did my chores as instructed and tied my ankles, knees and thighs. I am as always in my chastity belt. I was under the chain suspended from the ceiling, my collar was locked on and I was ballgagged and blindfolded. This has been a position before so I was thinking I knew what was coming. She would put me in a mild strappedo while she took a shower, masturbate on the bed so I could hear her then let me down on the floor, hogtie me and throw me a pillow so I could sleep. I was okay with this because I liked this routine.

Bounded by the Park

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

After months of searching online for a partner in BDSM, I gave up. I tried all major adult sites and even Chinese ones, exchanged emails and chatted with some of the members, but none I met was serious about leading me in BDSM, and none was interested in developing a viable relationship. All they ever do was requesting to see my boobs, or me to masturbate on webcam and all kind of selfish and ridiculous requests. They were all so indulged in their own fantasy that none really cared about how I feel.

Brian Finds His Mistress

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

Part 1

Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely.

Britt's Bondage

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

Author's Note: Story is based entirely on fictional characters and events..but man would it be fun to play out in real life wouldn’t it? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. More to come.

Part 1

I couldn’t believe I had just walked past one of my better friends, completely naked with little to no thought. I was following basically a complete stranger. Let me rewind. My name is Brittany. I’m in my - well, let’s say late 20’s. I’m tall, long chest length red hair, perky chest, and a tight ass. I’m no looker, but I’m height / weight proportionate, and I think reasonably attractive.

Bungee Bet

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

Author's Note: This was a nice story to write

Today was not unlike any other day except that for today it was going to be unique and special. It had started off like any other morning, waking up in bed laying next to the man who had over time became very dear to me. Dear in ways to which I would have ever dreamed were possible. I had often thought about living such a life and I am grateful for those memories which brought them all to reality.

Burka Bondage

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

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

1. Inspiration and Preparation

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

Buy One, Get One Free

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

Chapter 1

Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response.

Caged

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

I tried to move my arm to relieve the stress in my shoulders, but my wrists were firmly secured behind my back to the top of the cage, and there they would be staying for a while. I would love to be able to stretch out my legs, but my knees were pressed tightly up against my naked breasts, and with the bottom of the cage under my folded up legs there was no room for any movement.

Calculated Misfortune

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

Chapter 1

I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship.

She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways.

Cammy's Story

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

Part 1

Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her.

When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter.

Camp Kidnap

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

Part 1

It was a short while after midnight, and only a few people were still awake, at football training camp. Dylan, being one of them, decided to take a stroll, and explore the grounds. As he left the sleeping area, he did not notice a dark figure sneaking out after him. Craig followed Dylan at a safe distance, with a large heavy bag on his back, in which he kept his ‘supplies’. Dylan walked around for a while, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. He took a shortcut through a small dark forest, to get back to the camp. After a while, he came to a clearing, where he stopped, thinking he had heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn to look, he was tackled to the ground from behind, and a pair of handcuffs snapped on his wrists, behind his back, and another on his ankles. He managed to roll over, and there was Craig, standing over him, leering unpleasantly. ‘I’ve waited for so long to do that. Now you’re mine’ said Craig, before crouching down and punching Dylan several times through the face, and in the stomach. Suddenly, without warning, Dylan lifted both his feet, and kicked Craig in the groin with all the force he could muster. Craig collapsed on the ground, holding his crotch, and rolled over onto his back. Dylan tried to sit up, but was overcome by the pain from all the punches, and collapsed onto the ground. Once Craig had recovered himself, he got up, limping slightly, and rolled Dylan over onto his stomach. Dylan was conscious, but his eyes were blurred, and he couldn’t muster the strength to move. This suited Craig perfectly, as he pulled several bundles of rope out of his bag, to restrain Dylan properly. To make sure that Dylan couldn’t put up a fight, Craig started by tying his legs. After undoing the handcuffs, he pulled off Dylan’s shoes, socks and jeans, leaving Dylan naked from the waist down, except for his boxers. He then tied ropes securely around Dylan’s knees (above and below), around his thighs, and around his ankles, all of which he cinched tightly, to ensure that Dylan could not slip out of them. He then used a thin piece of rope to tie Dylan’s big toes together, to so that Dylan could not move his feet apart. Finally satisfied that Dylan’s legs were secure, he moved on to restraining his upper body. After removing the handcuffs, he pulled Dylan’s t-shirt off, and removed the silver chain around Dylan’s neck, leaving his chest and back completely bare. He then tied one end of a long piece of rope around Dylan’s left wrist, and did the same with another piece of rope around his right wrist.

Cancelled Vacation

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

Author's Note: English not primary language hopefully English is improving enough to make enjoyable fantasy.

Part 1

I had left my house two days prior and had planned to be gone for several more days in fact two weeks. I had done everything I thought necessary to secure the house and insure that all of my travel connections were correct. I had notified the security company that monitors the house for fire and breakings. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was the country I was planning to go to had some kind of political upheaval and I didn’t get on the last plane and came back home.

Carrie-Anne

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

Author's Note: A story that shows that thought is essential and can have a positive effect a dedication to the art & a fantasy fulfilled. no matter how innocent they might look know one can tell what is going on in the dark recesses of another mind.

Carrie-Anne had just finished the last of her degree’s final exams. She was twenty and eleven years old, petite verging on boyish, with small breasts and a desire burning to loose her virginity in all respects.

Casino Night

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

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.”

The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.”

Caught in a Predicament

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

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation.

After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual.

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.

Chair Tie

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

A few days ago, I had the entire nite to myself and got the itch to try a self-chair-tie that I had seen on the net. I ordinarily use the wire chair in front of my makeup mirror for this, but what I saw used a bentwood chair, which I also had upstairs. Since it was a lot lighter than the makeup chair and somewhat more comfortable, I thought it would be ideal. Little did I know?

Change of Fortune

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

Chapter 1: The Appointment

Laura pulled to the side of the road and felt a chill snake down her spine. She looked ahead and saw the lights indicating her destination but did not feel ready to drive further. ‘Surely, there must be some other way’, she thought, but nothing came to mind. She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves and remembered the events leading to this night.

Change of Scene

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

Author's Note: My 1st story

Part One

Paul decided to get off from his cab in a location close to the neighborhood where he had decided to have the dinner. He had to walk for a few minutes to reach the place where the meeting would be held.

Paul liked to walk around looking at the people and at the places around him with no clear destination. It was an old habit taken from his previous job where he has learned always to be careful and to have a strong awareness of what was happening around him.

Chaste Maid

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

I awoke seconds before the alarm went off. My eyes burned a hole through the LED display until the lights changed and the buzzing went off. Both hands were pressed between my loins, and I pulled them away to turn off the alarm and throw off the cover. I had a schedule to keep and I dared not be late.

I made the bed rather quickly. It consisted only of a small mattress laying on the floor, with a single pillow for my head and a single blanket for warmth. Some would say it was not much, but I felt proud of them. I had earned them for excellent service for my Master. I even had my own room (or large closet) that I could call my very own.

Chastilock 2000

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

Infomercial: The Chastilock 2000

Hi, I’m Chastity Lalibert, founder of the Chasti Permalock Corporation, here to tell you about our newest product, the Chastilock 2000. It encorporates the latest in nanotechnology, and is a fiendish device indeed – so fiendish that when I decided to go for permanent chastity myself, I opted for the first of these wicked devices.

What’s more is that the Chastilock 2000 fits right inside the vagina, with no belts or uncomfortable straps, plus it is so inconspicuous, you can wear it under a bikini, to the beach. No one will ever know that you’re all locked up. On the surface, the Chastilock 2000 is a gently-curved shield shaped into two ovals, one to cover the vagina, and one to give a good radius of security around the clitoris, for extra protection. The lock portion is right inside the pussy lips, and doesn’t protrude. Here, let me hike up my skirt, and show you.

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 James - Grail Hunter

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

Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.

1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Chastity School

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

Author's Note: somthing I’m writing as a first effort any critiques and or suggestions are appreciated. I might continue this story depending on feedback.

Jason just woke up on his 18th birthday, not really wanting to get up because it was the first day back at school, a fact which he disliked very greatly. Eventually going through the motions he made it to the kitchen were his parents surprised him at the kitchen table with a nice breakfast. “happy birthday” they both proclaimed as Jason sat down at the table to help himself to the pancakes. Enjoying his breakfast and putting off school for just a bit longer his mother let out a cough “ahen” your father and I have gotten you a special surprise as his father pulled out a envelope, Jason thinking to himself that he was getting some birthday cash but before he could thank them his mother cut him off. “your father and I have signed you up for a new school now that your of age… we want to make sure that you get into a great collage and that you end up a successful man!” Almost choking on his pancake Jason managed to object about his friends and this being his last year of school anyway. Jason’s mother retorted that he can and will make new friends and that this school would actually transition to college after this year. Jason getting annoyed shouted “you can’t do this I’m 18 now!” his mother gave a stern look to his father and he replied “listen son as long as your under my roof and were paying for your college you will do as we say and go to the school we chose for you.” His mother butted in listen hun were doing this for your well being so here is the address we expect you to show up on time this school is very strict.

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.

Chloe's First Girlfriend

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

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them.

Chapter 1 - The First of Many

A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way.

Choices

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

Part 1

I had this strange dream that night. A dream of flying in an airplane with my colleagues and friends and having a great party. Cocaine and some beautiful exotic escort ladies - of course everything payed for by the company. There are benefits to being a top manager. I felt like a mighty stallion, with all the mares just waiting for me to cover them. My sex drive and the success in business where just over the top.

Christopher's Predicament

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

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish!

The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.

Cindy, The Belted Nymphomaniac

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

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied.

Claire's Wicked Weekend

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

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik

It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek.

Click Click Click

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

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Roberta’s heels echoed as she walked briskly to the reception desk of Chicago’s elegant Palmer Hotel, her wheeled suitcase trailing behind her. Though it was still rather early in the day, there were a number of other guests in the lobby, and Roberta noted with satisfaction that she turned many heads the males looking at her mature but trim figure and excellent grooming with desire, and the women with envy and catty disgust. She knew that her well-tailored skirted business suit, silk blouse, and elegant pumps presented her as she was a successful business executive.

Club Slide and New Enslaved Me

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

It all started one day at work. My boss was ticked off and he took it off on me. I’m doing this project at work and she moved my deadline for next week. I got so pissed because I had a lot of work to do still. So after work, I went straight home.

My girlfriend Neyra and I talked about out day. Then she got mad at me for not being done with the work project and walked away. I’m into bondage games but she isn’t too much fascinated or interested in bondage. So I started to change clothes. I got into somewhat tight jeans but not that tight and also a pretty tight black shirt that showed off my very well built body. See I play soccer and im pretty good shape. So then i decided to go to a new club in town I heard about.

Coal Faced

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

Author's Note: This is the tale of a fantasy that goes wrong in a small way but enough to scare the hell out of the young lady in question.

I suppose there must be the obligatory who am I bit!

I am tall, slim, blond, gorgeous, sexy, attractive, irresistible and female!!!

No I’m only kidding! I am female, and I suppose reasonably attractive, being slightly built, but with a little, but cute chest. I have nice long wavy hair and longish legs & a very warped set of desire. I hope that will do, so on to my story.

Coast to Coast

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

Author's Note: Just a little story, on an interesting concept

Chapter 1

Ok, I had closed my flat on the West Coast and after getting the key to my landlord, I was to return to my hometown on the other side of the country. Last weeks were kind of brutal, lost a job, lost a boyfriend, plan a relocation, plan the trip, but now I was in my car, finally heading out of that city.

Collateral

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

Part I

I run my own small business. And by small I mean I have two employees. One is my brother named Rob. He does advertising and sales. The other is Allison. She does accounting and invoicing. I do everything else, which leads to long work nights and a very small social life.

When I first started the company it was only Rob and I. Together we were young and bold enough to get the company off the ground. However it was becoming obvious that I was getting burned out trying to keep the books, develop new product lines and do everything else the owner of a small business does. After two years of growth and success the company needed an accountant. I would have preferred to pay a company to do our books however Rob insisted that it would cost too much and that he knew of an impeccable accountant. After several of Rob’s persuasive sales pitches, I tentatively agreed to interview Allison.

Collected

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

Author's Note: A remote cabin in the woods appeared to be the ideal place to study for her exams. She should have known better.

Thanks a lot to all who helped by providing feedback and corrections!

Part 1

Lin left the cabin and started her morning run through the forest. She liked to begin the day with rigorous physical activity to compensate for the hours she would later spend glued to her desk, studying for her exams.

Command and Control

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

Author's Note: Summary: Sian works at a high tech company when a new arrival with a new invention unlocks her hidden desires.

Notes: This was inspired by a female friend (Athy) who was telling me about remote controlled collars on Second Life. She also has a thing for forced orgasm. So I wrote her a story.

Part 1

Sian had worked at the company for 3 years. She was head of Infrastructure Management and enjoyed the job. It paid well, she worked with some great people and she was part of the HQ staff so she got to see all the really interesting things that went on. A new guy joined the company. Scarlet McAlpine. He was in his early-thirties, about 6ft tall, brown hair, athletic build. She saw him going running each lunchtime. The girls in the typing pool were also very interested They said he was very polite, friendly and quite charming; he would hold doors open for female co-workers for example. He was quite the English Gentlemen; he even had that funny accent the Brits had. More importantly he was also single.

Commitment is Only Skin Deep

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

“mmmmmm” he moaned, “that feels wonderful.”

She giggled slightly, “I think your nipples are more sensitive than mine!”

“I know another part of me that is very sensitive, how ‘bout it?” he asked with a wink.

“We have been over this Logan, not until marriage” she sighed, moving away from him.

“Ok, ok. We are still having run right? Let’s get that bra off and see those wonderful tits of yours” he pleaded, “I’ll make it worth your while!”

Contract Clause

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

Author's Note: A young lady loses her job as a top web-designer and stumbles across her neighbours business manufacturing and selling bondage restraints and clothing. Between jobs, she volunteers to help him increase his business by creating a state of the art on-line catalogue; for a share in the profits. Unfortunately under the terms of the contract she enters into this means that she must also personally test and model the items.

Corsets and Cuffs

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

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Clack…….Clack, Clack.

The sound of Suzanna’s heels on the marble floor echoed around the hall.

Clack…..Clack again echoed around the hall as Suzanna moved her feet to try and maintain her balance. This was quite difficult as she was wearing 4" heels and her legs were held about 2’ apart by a spreader bar. Her arms were encased in a single glove and pulled up above her head forcing her to bend over at the waist while the ball gag in her mouth was preventing any communication.

Couples Counselling

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

Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can’t promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.

Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I’d trained a couple and the first time I’d trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I’ve made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl’s training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don’t intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

Couples Trip In The Countryside

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

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, I like bondage and I liked a lot of stories on this site and wanted to try and write my story, hope you all like it

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

I have been dating Jessica for almost 4 years now, we are a great couple and we connect on so many levels, though the moment we re most connected is when we’re having sex, we found out shortly after we started dating that we both love bondage, it’s rare that we have sex without involving ropes or handcuffs.

Covenant of Steel

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

Author's Note: : For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, this is the third installment and second prequel to my first venture into erotic literature. If you have not, I highly suggest you read both Two Halves and Late Nights since both provide some important insights into the characters presented. This will be my first attempt at a multi-part story and, truth be told its proven rather difficult. Once again, I must suppose that an author is his/her own worst critic, but I hope you enjoy.

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.

Crystal and the Fetish Store

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

Chapter 1 - The Story

“Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?”

“They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra.

Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends.

D&H Ltd - Felica's woe

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

Author's Note: This story follows on from D&H Ltd - Simons Journey. Its intended to be the second installment of a three part saga currently (that may increase to four).

Chapter 1

13:00 May 21st, 2012: Somewhere in Europe.

Felicia felt like she had been crying for an eternity, locked and bound inside the trunk she could feel the movements of the vehicle as it hurtled to god knows where. She could still feel the puncture marks where the taser had struck, her muscles sore form the convulsing caused by the 500, 000 volts.

D&H Ltd - Simons Journey

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

Author's Note: The Dellal and Von Hoek Limited - Simon’s Journey is a story about a young man that is struggling to find a job after leaving University. Fresh out of university he finds a role that might just give him the role of a lifetime.

This is a story I have been thinking of for a while, and I have got another few chapters that I want to brush up and post, as well as a spin off tale or two. Hope people enjoy reading them.

Dark Elf Nights

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

I was a priestess of the Goddess of Love and resided in the House of Beauty, the richest and most powerful temple in town. My days were spent mostly in the same manner, in the morning my sisters and I exercised in our well padded heavy plate mail with our maces and shields, honing our bodies into toned perfection. The early afternoon was spent in luxurious baths applying creams and cosmetics and the early evenings were spent in prayer. The nights were spent entertaining handsome male guests who donated very well to our church.

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

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

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Diaries of Slave Sarah

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

Author's Note: This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :).

Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I’ll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks.

Part 1

Sept 14th, 2012

Dirty Dungeon

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

Part One

I have always been interested in the medieval times. They were good at restraint and punishment. I had always decided that I too would like to experience the medieval punishment and restraint. I envisioned myself stripped and shackled and led away to the dark castle dungeon locked away. So I created this dungeon scene, my most elaborate self-bondage I have done yet.

The house that my girlfriend Adonica and I live in was built in the early 1940’s so the basement was perfect. It needed to be just right however! I wanted this to feel real and the set had to be prepared carefully! I started by carrying in buckets of dirt that I got from the apartment housing that was going up in the lots across the way from our house. Piles of dirt from the basements were easily accessible and I carried bucked after bucket of black dirt down the basement making a very nice and thick dirt floor in the smallest room of the tiny basement. The dungeon was taking shape. Next I covered the window with cardboard so it would be dark, I cut little slots in the cardboard before placing it over the window giving the impression of closely spaced bars. The small amount of light that shown in was perfect for day and at night would be almost completely black as I checked it during the night that week prior to my time of confinement. The outside street light was at just an angle from the house that only small slivers of light shown in, just enough for me to be able to glimpse myself in my bondage imprisonment in the late evening and early morning hours.

Discovered in Self-Chastity

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

Chapter 1

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

Dolly's Debut

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

Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone’s eyes following us.

It’s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling “FUCK DOLL” dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, “we won’t be needing these,” and locking them in her wall safe. There’s no escape for me tonight.

Dom the Dom Dommed

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

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests

I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done.

Double or Nothing

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

Author's Note: First story on the site. I hope you like it, as it starts of quite tame with a bit of humiliation. However is will go quite dark and will continue to get worse for the protagonist as he descends into severe pony play. If you have any criticism, positive or negative, feel free to leave a comment!

Chapter 1

Oliver watched nervously as Cindy steered the car around the pothole. Further along the road, the dense forest opened up and a couple of large wooden structures became visible. Cindy slowed the car down and parked it next to the few other cars at the edge of the clearing. As she turned off the engine, Oliver slumped back into his chair.

Double Trouble

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

Author's Note: A short story about a guy, two women and some bad Karma

Something strange was going on.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I’m sure you’ve all experienced that unusual sense of discomfort as if your sixth sense was telling you to expect the unexpected.

Not that there were many clues. Today was just as any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Okay, I’m sure people would consider the piece of hardware between my legs somewhat odd if they’d notice it, but after six months, it no longer felt strange to me. That was just an inconvenience of me misbehaving. A consequence of my wife finding out that I was having an affair with the wife of her boss.

Dream Dream Dream

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

Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome.

At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.

Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.

Empty Nest

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

Author's Note: This story is an elaboration of the trainer chastity in Josh’s story

Part 1

Standing at the gate watching our youngest daughter fly off to Europe for, what would be at least 4 years, I wiped away a tear. Looking down at my wife, I could see tears there too.

Smiling through her tears, Barbara said, “I think we’ve done a really good job raising our three…one married to a diplomat in Japan, our son teaching physics to the elite students in South Korea, and now Lisa going off to study at the Sorbonne in Paris. That’s a family to be proud of.”

Encore!

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

Author's Note: A quiet evening at home, listening to music can be relaxing - for some.

It had been an arduous and busy week. Hagen lay in the semi-darkness on his Le Corbusier chaise longue and relaxed with a glass of Scottish “water of life”. Most of the living room was shrouded in shadow, with only a small area in front of the fireplace lit by the flickering flames, and there, right in the middle of his field of vision, he had placed Helena.

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.

Engaged... To Be Collared

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

Author's Note: Continuing story of Anna, Julia and Donald. Also mentions Joanne from “Holidays”

“So it’s agreed then my dear, we’ll postpone the wedding and in the mean time we’ll have you collared, as a sign of commitment to our relationship. We’ll have to have a little dinner party with a few friends to celebrate.” Anna beamed and looked down ad Donald, on his knees between hers. “I’m not sure Anna, er I mean Mistress.” He still hadn’t got used to calling Anna Mistress – another idea planted by Julia in Anna’s head he assumed. Julia was now Ma’am, Anna Mistress. “ I mean, you already know that I’m committed. The Lori’s Tube……..” “Yes, yes the Lori’s Tube. I know you’ve been wearing it for a while. But it’s just a way to show me that you’re faithful. You’re not saying that you want to be unfaithful are you?” “No Mistress, but it’s been eight months now. We said our engagement would be eight months, then……” “Then what Donald?” Anna was becoming impatient “Then we’d get married, live happily ever after…….. or you’d fuck my brains out?” “All of that I suppose Mistress.” Donald looked up hopefully and smiled weakly. Anna hitched her skirt up. “You may nuzzle.”

Enslaved At Dinner

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

John saw Kate’s profile on a BDSM dating website. He was seeking the Mistress/girlfriend of his dreams, and Kate seemed to be exactly what he wanted, but he doubted she would respond. She was 15 years younger than him and her photos showed a beautiful red-head artistically posing in a variety of fetish-wear. He wrote a respectful letter of introduction and was both thrilled and surprised to receive a response. It turned out they shared many of the same “vanilla” interests and chatted online effortlessly for hours, followed by more great phone conversations. Kate finally agreed to meet him for drinks and the chemistry was undeniable. Two martinis later, Kate said:

Esoteric Aquisitions

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

Author's Note: This is based of a Kinky Escape Room game that I ran last year, that had a noir flare to it.

Hope you like it.

All questions and comments are welcome and encouraged :)

Part 1

“You have a card? Not exactly the field of work you’d expect someone to advertise in.” He said, lightly tapping his cigarette against the ashtray. The card showed a golden mask on a black background with the words “Esoteric Acquisitions” written in the same golden color, in small intricate letters.

Eternal Embrace

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

Author's Note: : This is my very first attempt at writing so please bear with this one as I am learning. Most of this short story is written from the first person perspective of one of the doggirls and all of the participants are real as this was originally written as a fantasy/maybe someday kind of story shared between the two main participants and our Owners but we all agreed to share it after it was finished. ~ puppygirl kirika ryoko

Exit Test

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

Sandra sank further into the bath, the warm water lapping over her shapely frame. The marble lined tub filled to the brim with scalding water was the magnum opus of luxury. Dim lights accentuated by the flicker of candles and a faint scent of lavender completing the relaxing mood. The lavish expanse of the room, not a wall for meters in any direction from the opulent tub, contrasted heavily with her memory of the recent past. If only she could stay here forever, in this moment. But this was not her reward; this was her test.

Family Vacation

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

Author's Note: This is my first story submitted to Utopia Stories. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to future updates and twists!

Chapter 1

Well, it had finally arrived. After a week of anxiously waiting my first sex toy had arrived in the mail! This came as quite the relief as my entire family including myself were to leave on a vacation the following day. I quickly picked up my box and headed towards my bedroom to examine my newly arrived toy.

Fantasy and Fate

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

Author's Note: If you never act to realize a fantasy it will never happen, if you do you may be surprised.

1. Advertising

Justin’s home was a mess; he seldom put things away, he only washed dishes when there were no clean ones left, and he only picked up his dirty laundry and washed it when he had nothing left to wear. Perhaps this was in reaction to his upbringing; his parents had been neat freaks; their house was always dusted and clean and everything put tidily away in its proper place.

Fantasy Becomes Reality

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

When I was a teenager I read a paperback novel that was all about bondage adventures on a Mediterranean Island. Ever since I have fantasised about being tied up. However this was to remain a fantasy limited to reading bondage stories and looking at bondage videos on the Internet. But this was all to change a few months ago and my fantasies were to become a reality.

It all started when the company I worked for closed down and I found myself out of work. As I needed to eat I looked for a new job. I found one in the city. But getting there every day would involve a long trip from where I lived so decided to move to an apartment nearer the CBD. It is not a grand place but it’s one I can afford and it has a small balcony with a pleasant outlook over a park. After work a couple of days after I moved in I was waiting for the elevator to go up to my new abode when a couple of girls walked up. The door opened and the three of us went in.

Fantasy Football Slavery

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

Chapter 1

January 19, 2014 6am

Heather Kern was extremely nervous and could not sleep, so she got out of bed early this morning, as this was the day set by the fantasy football league for all losers to start their one week of slavery. Heather was a pure dominatrix and she had never served as a slave, but as she lost in the league and also a personal bet to Racheal Smith, she and her two slaves (her husband Robert and her lesbian lover Sue) were going to be serving two weeks of no limit slavery.

Fantasy on a Vanilla Date

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

Author's Note: Yes, this is fiction, sort of. It is a real fantasy and described as a fantasy - I guess it is non-fiction.:) (Although Hank and Janet might be surprised at that.)

Hank had a weird situation. He was going on a vanilla date with a Domme while cyberly serving one far away. (Yes, they knew of each other.)

It was a usual date except he was in a FemDom chastity device and she understood why he wouldn’t try to get in her pants. (For those unfamiliar with it the FemDom is low security. Real low. But if taken off without authorization it was almost impossible to put back on without even a cheap webcam showing he had cheated. It was really all he needed.)

Fantasy Tease and Denial

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

My Princess is at class. It is late and the kids are already in bed. I am downstairs doing what any guy would do in my situation… browsing Tumblr.

I am locked up. Over a week now with no release. Every little thing makes me think of what I can’t do… and staring at pictures of what I can’t do make me want it even more.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone, her text-tone, brings my attention away from the computer screen. “Go get a chair from the kitchen and bring it downstairs.” An odd request, but certainly not anything to question. I do so and reply that it is done. After a few minutes, a second text comes in, “Lock the bedroom door and strip.”

Feelings

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

I wasn’t satisfied yet but he had already finished. I cleaned up the sticky substance with a napkin while he left. I stayed inside Paige’s car for a while thinking about what had just happened. We were supposed to take a couple of drinks and dance. A girls night. But when we arrived to the pub and I saw all those guys, I couldn’t control myself. Less than an hour later I was already in Paige’s car with a stranger.

Femina: A Report from the Matriarchal City State

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

Author's Note: This concept story is in the form of a news article about a FemDom city state. It is an attempt to build a vaguely plausible fictional reality in which other stories could be written. This mostly sets the scene for stories to follow.

Following months of requests I was the first international journalist to be granted access to secretive city state of Femina. Femina was one of the many small states to appear following the collapse of the former Russian Federation. It’s apparent stability and prosperity meant it outlived most of the others that appeared in the vacuum of power. However it’s secrecy has led to wild stories and speculation backed up by precious little evidence.

First Day at the Office

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

On her way to the office Mistress had stopped for coffee and a pastry at her favorite shop. Slave Ron - which she wrote as slaveron - was left outside, his apadravya ring fastened to a fence with a padlock, the chain hanging down. Having no choice, he stood quietly waiting, staring at the wall.

“Is that really your penis in there?” a girl’s voice asked.

He couldn’t see up, or even at normal eye level, but his view downward was unobstructed and he could see a hand pointing to the flexible stainless steel tube that enclosed his member, with its gleaming cap pierced by a D-ring, his apadravya ring. He couldn’t turn his body very far - and his head not at all - but shuffling around as far as he could he was able to see a teenage girl connected to the hand, with two more girls behind her. Just their bodies, he couldn’t look up far enough to see their faces. The neck corset with its struts prevented him from nodding or shaking his head and his permanent tracheostomy and the tube in his throat left him unable even to grunt, but he could bow from the waist.

First Night

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

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy

First night.

“Come on, please”. I pleaded.

Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave”

I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed.

First Time Locked

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

Gary had played mild bondage games with Denise in the past with a little bit of spanking with whips and a cane. For a while he had had a strong interest in chastity. He talked about it with Denise she was non-committal so he had decided to get a CB3000.

When it arrived he put it on and handed Denise the key. He realised quickly she wasn’t very happy about this. So they talked about there feelings and concerns and came to an understanding that he would wait until Denise was ready. So Denise unlocked him and he took it off.

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.

Flatmates

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

When my flat mate suggested tying me up I wondered why. We lived separate lives, she had her friends, I had mine. Sure, we talked, we shared clothes, food and most other things but we did not even sit on a settee together. This suggestion came out of the blue. Her excuse was she needed someone to practice on. Her boyfriend wanted her to tie him up but her initial attempts had proved inadequate. It sounded harmless enough. I of course have never had anything to do with bondage, even as a child. I did have a quick browse through some web sites. What I saw intrigued me. People seem to enjoy being tied up in all sorts of ways, some like pain, others want sexual stimulation and some just want to be restrained. If everything was to be believed it was all done willingly. It takes all sorts I suppose and I was going to join them. It was my choice to allow it or not, and I was going to allow it. It started some very strange feelings inside me. Was it Fear? Or excitement? Or?

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.

Freedom Island

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

Chapter 1

If asked, I would have had a hard time explaining why I did it. After college, I had endured a series of mindbogglingly boring jobs. Finally when I was 27, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a change. After 2 years at a mid-sized start up, I had felt I had found my place. With several promotions and a lot of recognition from the owner, I finally felt good about my future. However, out of nowhere the company was sold and I was deemed a redundancy and sent packing. As I scrolled through the wanted ads on my computer, I realized I couldn’t bring himself to start over again.

From Boss to Bitch

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

Chapter 1

To be perfectly blunt, I’m not a nice man. In fact, some would even say I’m a sexist piece of shit. But you know what? I don’t care!!! I’ve gotten where i am today by taking what I want. Other people where merely steps on the ladder to my success and believe me I didn’t care who I had to step on to get to where I am.

From Grad School to Slave School

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

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around.

From Model To Prisioner

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

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered.

FutureCom's New Barista

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

Clara’s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her.

Have you had any children? - No. Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No Do you live alone? - Yes Any family or siblings? - No siblings. Parents passed when she was a teenager. Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? - No Any fears or phobias? - Can’t think of any.

Game of a Lifetime

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

It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him.

Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close.

Gentleman's Special Facial

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

Author's Note: This was inspired by a recent spa visit. I was fantasizing on the table and worried that the woman giving me an actual facial would notice! Then I thought about Google glass and the story “came” together.

Part I - The Introduction to a New Life

Recently, my job had been very stressful. I don’t really like what I do and I don’t like where I work. I found myself becoming more moody and not wanting to be intimate with my wife. And when we were intimate, I was often the dominant and aggressive one. We are both switches, though we try to keep a balance. I know my wife likes it rough, and I know she also likes to top me and fuck me in the bottom with her strap-on. She often jokes that if I am not careful, she will make me her house slave. All of this was far from my mind as I fucked her hard from behind one night, pulled out, rolled her over, then came all over her face, something that I know she merely tolerates for my sake. She scooted back up the bed wiping the spooge from her face and said, “What the FUCK! That is the third time this month that you have come on my face and you pulled out right before I was about to orgasm! You should feel what it is like to be frustrated then have someone shoot all over your face!” I gave her a half-hearted apology, though I admitted to myself that I sometimes enjoyed pissing her off as it make me aroused. She appeared to accept it, though I learned later how wrong I had been.

Gimpy Waited

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

Author's Note: This was written for a podcast to be read on October 25, 2020 by Enchantrix Harper. https://www.spreaker.com/user/cock-radio/ws-228-listener-stories-and-tarot. The requirement was that it was to be less than 1500 words.

Gimpy waited.

It had completely lost track of time. It couldn’t remember the last time that it had been allowed to see. The thick, form fitting leather surrounding his head completely blocked any possibility of vision. The layers of leather encasing its head and it’s features had been something that it had come to terms with, but the loss of it’s sight at the will of it’s owner seemed like days ago.

Girls Friday, continued

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

Author's Note: I started in on my hobby of writing by doing sequels to stories by other writers. That is the way my imagination often runs. Now it has happened again. This one is the first of a set of sequels to Girls Friday, by Morlock. I have asked him for permission, which he granted. He has seen advance copies before the sequels are posted.

This is a sequel, so it begins with the action already well underway. In order to better understand what is happening, you need to read Morlock’s original story first.

Going Clubbing

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

Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!

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

Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

| |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare*

“Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor.

Good Help is Hard to Find

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

Chapter 1 - Interview with a Mistress

Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall.

Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well.

Green Meadows

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

It was already late. The sun was about to cross the line of the horizon. Samuel would be about to pick me up soon. I wanted a few more minutes. Always a few more. It had been raining the same morning. The wet grass tickled my thighs and buttocks.

I could hear footsteps at my back. He surely would help me getting up. It was a part of his job, after all, but I’d rather do it by myself. It took me a lot of time figuring out how. With my arms bound at my back and a chain between my ankles even the most simple task could be pretty hard. The key was having a bit of help from a dear friend.

Hacked

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

Author's Note: I was inspired to write this after reading news story about the wifi controlled chastity device that was taken over by a hacker leaving the wearer trapped in it. I changed the gender or the wearer and created this fantasy around a woman fascinated by the idea of chastity becoming enslaved by the vulnerability of modern technology. This is my first story here, so any feedback is welcome. If people like it, I will likely add to it in the near future.

Hannah

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

Author's Note: I’ve put some older stories into an ebook. Feel free to take a look, I’m in need of a good review…. A. x

Part 1

This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair.

Happy Birthday

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

Author's Note: Note: This is a work of fiction. Please use the utmost care and planning when embarking on any bondage adventure.

Entering through a side door, Eric found myself blinded by a set of powerful lights that illuminated everything within its beam. For a few moments, he forgot how much trouble he was having teetering around on 7-inch platform sandals. The lights did reflect nicely on his freshly painted, bright red pedicured toes. A not so subtle push in the back moved him forward. It reminded him how hard it is for a guy to walk in platform heels. Especially when your hands are secured at the waist by coils of rope. His arms were totally useless in helping him maintain his balance.

Happy Birthday in Chastity

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

Author's Note: This is a partially true story that I’m hoping may soon be completely true. Happy Birthday to me hopefully!

She already said no after looking at me like I was nuts. But I had persisted. This wasn’t the first odd request I had made. She’s humored my bondage requests before, also after acting like I was nuts, but once we were in the middle of it, it seemed like she truly enjoyed the experience of sensually teasing me while I was hopelessly immobile. Perhaps what she really enjoyed was seeing just how turned on I became.

Happy Halloween

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

Introduction

It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse.

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.

Heather

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

_Author's Note: _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background.

**If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.*

Part 1 – The Background

“What’s my schedule this afternoon?” Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather’s office. “There’s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.” Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, “Don’t schedule anything. We’re leaving at 3 pm.” Jennifer nodded and set Heather’s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.

Hell in a Padded Cell

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

1. Sad Sophie

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

Hermione and The Fairy

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

Ding-a-ling!

With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft.

Hermione and the Fairy Briedel

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

Author's Note: This is a sequel to ‘Hermione and the Fairy’ which is a story I came across during a quiet period on the site when I took the opportunity to explore the archive. Like many readers, I thought it was a great work of sexy fan fiction and a lovely kinky story too. At the end of a story I noticed that there were several requests for a sequel - as there often are with a good one. I wanted one too but as it hasn’t appeared for the last three years, I decided to write one myself.

Hermione Descends

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

Author's Note: In early 2014, Bundle Adjuster released Hermione and the Fairy. In mid 2017, thepinkbishop released Hermione and the Fairy Briedel, which picks up our heroine six months later. I highly recommend both. This story bridges the two, starting the day after Hermione and the Fairy. Obviously, it departs from canon.

Part 1

Hermione stretched after she woke from her long and deep slumber. She squirmed under her satin sheet, relishing the feel against her bare skin, her nipples singing in joy. She usually slept in a night shirt, but for some reason had opted to sleep nude. The memories of her previous day rushed back. She glanced under the sheet to verify that the chain was still attached to her nipples. Her poor, tortured nipples, still pierced by the golden ring. Second priority of the day would be getting them off. The first priority of the day was getting off.

Hidden Treasures

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

The Mystery

It had been a month since Erica’s great aunt had passed away. She and Erica had been quite close so it was no surprise when her will decreed that her entire estate be left with Erica. Erica was only 26 at the time and was one of the few blood relatives still alive at the time of her aunt’s departure. She had been interning for a software company in Ohio during her junior and senior year at college and had hired in full time a mere 3 months ago. She and her boss had a great working relationship and usually hung out after work together. They often organized rock-climbing or rafting trips as “Team Building Exercises” for their fellow employees. This meant they could take dream vacations while dragging along their friends at work without having to pay for it or use precious vacation time. Erica had suggested this during her senior internship to help boost moral and increase team spirit. The “big boss” even bought into the idea and gave her a huge bonus for “.going that extra mile.”

High Heels & Nipples: The Exam

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

Part 1

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

High School Challenge

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

Walking home from a party late at night is never a safe thing, but I knew that heading through my old school would be a decent shortcut, saving me some precious time to get out of the streets. Nothing at the school had really changed since last year when I graduated except for the old middle school classrooms situated at the far end of the block. They had been cleared out for better classrooms closer to the school but the buildings were still there. They were separated from the rest of the school via the football field thus why nobody had bothered to tear them down yet.

Hoisted Lucy

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

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

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

Chapter 1

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

Holly's Obstacle Course

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

Having practiced self-bondage for years now, Holly had noticed that it has become a routine for her. She would come home from work and make herself something to eat, catch up with the news and if she had nothing planned, tie herself up. Granted she would think of different variations to make it more exciting, but after a while, it felt like she tried them all. After realizing all of this, she decided that she would do something to change it.

Home Alone

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

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

Background

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

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

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.

Hopeless Self Bondage

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

my name is emma and im into bondage. i live with my best friend who has no idea of my wants or fantasys so i have problems when i want to do a little self bondage. luck had it that my roommate was leaving for the weekend to see her family so the time had come for me to get moving.

the Thursday before she was leaving i stopped at my local sex shop to procure some necessaries. i picked of a really nice ball gag with a full head harness, rope, tape, two pears of cuffs and a chasity belt that would fill both holes. i was never as exited i rushed home went straight into my bedroom and tryed on everything. the ball gag was nice and tight and locked at the back with a little padlock,the chasity belt was the same. i put them all into a box exept the chasity belt i left that on and put it under my bed for the time.

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.

How Life Can Change

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

Author's Note: This story will continue with the events of the first six months in the relationship between Rebecca, Kathy, Tom, and John.

Part 1: Introduction

John was driving our family van into the basement garage below our single-family home. John and his wife Rebecca stepped-out of the van. Both John and Rebecca were wearing ’normal’ cloths, so that no one would expect the fantasies and stories of dominance and submissions, which they experienced during the weekend. Rebecca suited her black skirt and her red top very well and her dark nylons and highheels still gave her the dominant attitudes to be in control of her husband. Rebecca ordered John to close the garage door so that all snoopy neighbors are left outside. Once the garage door was closed, John opened the back door of the van. With the doors completely open, Rebecca enjoyed the look of her two other slaves, Kathy (my wife) and me (Tom). Kathy and me were both naked, except for the chastity belts Rebecca forced us into. Kathy was wearing one of the steel chastity belts offered by my-steel.de. The belt covered Kathy’s clit making it impossible for her to have any orgasm without Rebecca’s permission. My cock was kept in one of these steel chastity tubes.

Hunting Season

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

1 - Body in the Alcove

“Holy shit! Is it real?”

“Looks pretty damned real.”

Fanni had to agree.

She was looking into a large glass box, sitting on a pedestal. It looked like the typical, free-standing museum case but she had the feeling its purpose had more in common with a trophy case, for inside it was what appeared to be the life-like body of a dead woman. She was floating in some kind of clear liquid, presumably a preservative of some kind; and there was something about the body that didn’t look quite real. Perhaps it was just the body’s unnatural stillness, for Fanni had seen stuffed animals that gave her the same sort of feeling. Or perhaps it was looking at flesh and hair through the glass and liquid. If it was an actual dead woman, the body had been perfectly preserved. When she looked closely Fanny couldn’t see any wrinkles on the woman’s face, but she could see tiny hairs on her body. Her pubic mound had been shaven, and her arms and legs had been cut off. Stooping low to look at the end of the stump, Fanny could see the striations of bone, muscle and skin. Again, it didn’t quite look real, but if this was some kind of bizarre statue, the artist had done a remarkable job and paid incredible attention to detail.

If Found

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

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

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

Imagine

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

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

1. The Question

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

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

Into Darkness

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

Author's Note: Special thanks to Tiffany Minx for inspiration and feedback. Feel free to let her know what you’d like to have happen to her in the next part… contact her at tiffanyminxcosplay@gmail.com

Chapter 1: Little White Lies

Tiffany McKinney sighed and brushed her long red hair out of her eyes as she finished her cup of coffee and returned to her work. It was late in the day on Friday and the rest of the staff had left long ago, but she was still here putting the finishing touches on her presentation to the CFO next week. She took great pride in being the youngest vice president in the history of the company. A combination of hard work, strategic flirting, and backstabbing her competition had put her on the fast track to success and she was reaping the rewards. She opened the slide deck to review her presentation one more time, and banged her desk in frustration. Her presentation was gone!

It Seemed Like the Easy Way

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

Prologue

We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship.

It Started With An Add...

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

Author's Note: This story is a fantasy story about a man getting locked in a chastity belt for many years.

My name is Charles, and I am from a non English speaking country and I hope you can forgive some mistakes in the English language.

It all started with a small advertisement in the local paper. It said: “Wanted: men/ women for testing long term chastity belt.” All I could see was an address, nothing more. I was curious; I had as long as I could remember been fascinated of chastity belts. I had always thought that this was a thing just for women, dated back to the middle ages. I didn’t know that there were such things for men. But after some surfing on the Internet I found out that here were several makers of different styles. I was amazed. Just think of it, to have something like that locked around your waist preventing you to touch your own cock, and not being able to have sex. And that you do not have access to the key. Just the very thought of it was just so exciting to me.

It's All About the Design

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

Let me introduce myself. I am Jack Campbell. I am a metalworker, leather worker, tinkerer and all around erotic\kink designer. Some would say I am evil…others committed…I would say, I have a singular drive to perfect designs, regardless of the cost of that perfection. That is how I got where I am.

I have a business where I design anything and everything for erotic kink wear. Mostly bondage gear, and the accessories to them. Frankly, most, are erotically evil, I love my designs and will do anything to see them made. Now, my business has grown over the years thanks to the internet, and….rich parents who died long ago, never knowing what I did with my life. The key to my business, is I don’t ask to test out my designs on woman. See, I only design for woman as frankly, I think they have a much more beautiful body, hey I am a man. When I say I don’t ask to test out my designs, it is in the form of two things, my kidnapped slaves, and women I know, who inadvertently use my products and I gather feedback from them (that is the harder one to perform, as I need to do it safely so I don’t get my ass in trouble).

It's Gonna Be A Long Night

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

It was the end of a long day of a long week. All he wanted was a quick stop to get some takeout for their “date-night”, and then to go home and relax. They’d be alone for the night so sleeping in was definitely in their agenda before a long weekend ahead. As he pulled into the takeout drive-thru, he hoped that there’d be a little time for some romance too.

Jane's Evening to Remember

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

Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best.

She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that.

Jane's Journey to Submission

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be

Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle.

Jasmine Becomes A Slave

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

Author's Note: Jasmine loses a bet and becomes a slave to another Domme and learns how to become a slave for life

Chapter 1 - The Bet

Racheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme’s at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say “I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose”. Racheal took note that the mouthy Domme was African American and very lovely, but also arrogant. She was dressed in a white vinyl dress that showed off her larges breasts, and 6" heels. Racheal noticed her close friend Lana standing at the bar and joined her and ordered a white wine. The black Domme walked over and said “Hi, I am Jasmine” Racheal responded “I am Racheal”. “Nice to meet you” Jasmine said, “you are very lovely, have you ever been submissive as I would love to own you”. The Dommes at the bar turned around to see what was going on. Racheal, with a forceful voice said “Jasmine, I don’t serve anyone I own slaves”. Jasmine laughed and said “I’ll bet you on the football game tonight, winner gets the loser for a week, and I just can’t wait to have you as my slave. I will even give you the choice between the Lions and Packer and use the point spread from today’s paper if you have the guts to play”. Racheal said, “Let’s make it a month of slavery the loser serves, and I will take the Packers”. Racheal was grinning inside as she had heard on her radio, just before arriving the four offensive starters for the Lions had been suspended, and knew the morning line in the paper would not reflect it. Jasmine opening the paper said “WOW, the line is Lions getting 10. I will take that bet, sucker and look forward having you in chains” Shelia appeared behind the bar and said, “Girls lets do this right and get a signed contract between the two of you” as she winked at Racheal. Jasmine hesitated until Racheal said “afraid of losing the bet you wanted slave girl”. This pissed off Jasmine who grabbed the contract signed it without looking and said “you are mine now slut” Racheal signed the contract and Shelia took it and signed as the witness.

Jennifer's Journey

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

This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn’t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it.

Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband’s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. “To what do I owe this honour?” she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home.

Jennifer's Journey: The Reality

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

_Author's Note: Jennifer’s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/15320.

It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed._

Jess

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

Part I

It had been a few weeks since Tom had taken the spare room in Jessica’s flat. Jessica had taken on the lease for the whole flat and had been desperate for someone to take the second room. She was particularly pleased with Tom, he was tall, good looking and seemed like a fun kind of guy.

Tom had also been pleased to move out from the flat he shared with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica’s flat was small, but in a good part of town. Jessica herself seemed nice enough. Not what he’d call stunning, although she wasn’t unattractive, with shoulder length brown hair, pleasant face and pretty nice figure. Anyway, given the way his last few relationships had gone it was probably good that here he wouldn’t be driven to diving into another fling.

Jess in the Box

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

Part 1

It was starting out to be a bad day.

My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable.

Jesse's Secret

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

Chapter 1

Jesse wasn’t what most would call a ‘good boy’. Since he’d been a baby he’d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn’t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet.

Jessica's Ruined Orgasms

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

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly.

Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14.

Jill's Adventure Into Slavery

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

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires.

_Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me.

Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.*

Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part

Part 1

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.

Jim's Surprise

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

Author's Note: Being ‘discovered’ looking at internet porn is a popular theme for a story……..so here’s my attempt.

The sound of the door bell broke into Jim’s thoughts. “Who’s that” he thought to himself “the postman’s already been”. He managed to drag his eyes away from the women on his laptop’s screen just in time to see Pam standing outside the floor to ceiling lounge windows, looking back in at him. With a guilty start Jim pulled his hand out from the waistband of his trousers and gave Pam a wave of acknowledgement. Pam waved back in turn and pointed with a questioning look towards where the front door was. “Well that’s who it was then” Jim again thought to himself as he simultaneously stood up and minimised the porn site’s screen before heading into the hall to open the front door for Pam, “that’s a pain”. It wasn’t that Pam was a particularly unattractive visitor, in fact quiet the opposite….and particularly dressed, as Jim had already made out through the window, in her dark blue nurses uniform. Jim had always had a ’thing’ for women in uniforms and Pam looked rather nice, standing out there. It was just that, well…., it was just that Jim had been rather enjoying himself as he worked through his favourite websites and he had been planing to pop into the bathroom for a quick wank to relieve all the tension that had been building up. But now that was out of the question, “well, for the moment anyway” he thought.

Josh's Story

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

Author's Note: Fantasy based upon actual encounters strung together.

How it started

Hello, I’m Josh, the maid-slave and this is my story…

The young lady at the elevated checkout counter smiled at me as I came out of the video section into the light. I smiled back and headed for the magazines to see what’s new. Finding a couple of new female domination mags, I went to pay. I hadn’t noticed the older lady at the side talking with her until now.

Just Another Box

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

Author's Note: Warning: A small part of the below story involves a child unwittingly playing with a remote control that is connected to an unseen adult woman. At NO point does the child see anything inappropriate nor is he seen in any inappropriate way. At NO point is the child touched in anyway even remotely inappropriate nor does the child have any opportunity to touch anyone else in an inappropriate way. That said if you don’t want to read a story that includes a child in ANY way, regardless of how innocently, you should avoid this story.

Just Business

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

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story and I hope you guys and gals enjoy, please leave constructive feedback

Chapter One

I stared at the sparkling lights which encircled the mirror, giving off a bright yellow glow. I took a hard look at my perfect face in the mirror, the freshly applied make-up giving a warm summery glow to my skin.

My sleek curly blond hair dazzled like diamonds under the cheap lighting, and my full red lips giving a pleasant look to my lightly tanned skin. My hoop earnings were glinting in the light, reflecting my face a million times in the thousands of fake diamonds!

Just One Week

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

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Kara Pays Her Rent

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

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke?

Kara Turns the Tables

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

Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change.

Kari's Journey

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

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy!

_Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.*

Kim Finds Trouble

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

18 year old Kim was home alone for the weekend. Her mother had gone to help out a friend.

By the time night had fallen, Kim was bored out of her mind. She was on house arrest for shop lifting so she could not leave the house and was not allowed to talk on the phone. After cleaning up the house she was looking for something to keep her busy. While looking around she noticed the attic door and decided to have a look. She found some old boxes with old clothes and papers, and a lot of old junk.

Kristen's Adventure

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

Author's Note: This is just the first chapter of the story, if people enjoy it I will post the second chapter and so on and so fourth. Thanks.

Chapter 1: One small step for thought, one giant leap for pleasure.

Kristen looked at her own reflection in the mirror trying to mentally convince her to go through with her plan. She had always been interested in the world of bdsm and even fantasized about it often, but her experience so far had been very limited and for the most part, unsatisfying. That is what she hoped to change when she heard about a local group in town that hosts an annual bdsm retreat at a local hotel. Kristen had read reviews about the event online and after reading some personal stories from past attendees she was more than ready to check in out this year herself.

La Bomba

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

0:01:43….0:01:42….0:01:41…0:01:40, she watches as the timer sitting in front of her counts down to her demise, she’s been staring at it ominously for the past 2 hours hoping she’ll be able to stop the timer or at least slow it down from just staring at it alone, but that of course won’t happen. She tries to scream for help in hopes someone will come untie her but the ball gag shoved in her mouth stifles any chance of someone hearing her. The ropes lashing her wrists and ankles together are unforgiving and bite into her flesh with every move, the rope around her waist and around her breasts keep her held tight to the chair….but we’re getting ahead of ourselves here, lets look at how Sabrina got herself into this little predicament.

Lack of Judgement

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

79997… 79998… 79999… 80000…

“God Damnit!” I yelled, kicking the metal chest, hurting my foot. “I knew I should have started in the other damn direction!”

Had I missed the correct digit ages ago? The mere thought of it almost made me feel sick. It has taken over two weeks working several hours a night to get this far. I had purposely gone slow to ensure no mistakes, in fact, several digits were double checked just to be sure. There was no way a missed a digit, but try telling your brain that when panic starts to set in.

Last Will and Testimony

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

Barrister Humley’s voice droned on in a low, soothing baritone as he read slowly from the legal documents laid out on his desk. “I, Robert Wilkinson being of sound mind and…”

Antoinette ‘Toni’ Wilkinson threw her head back in tiered frustration. “Can we speed this up? We all know why were here.”

Humley peered over his spectacles. “Protocol must be complied with, Mrs Wilkinson. In accordance with your husband’s last wish….”

Laura

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

Chapter I

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

Layaway

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

David sat behind the counter and whistled softly. “Slow day,” he said aloud. “Should be busier, especially for a Friday!” he mused.

He surveyed the collection of merchandise that surrounded him. Rubber and leather outfits were hung up against one wall. On the same wall, he had a small shoe rack that had a number of very high heeled shoes on display.

Another wall had his whips, crops, chains and restraints. There was a doorway cut out of that wall, covered by a red leather curtain, that led to the dressing room.

Lea and the Digital Friend

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

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

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

Lea and the Role Reversal

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

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lea and the Unexpected Companion

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

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued.

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.

Lexa's Boutique

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

Kristen pulled to a stop and put the car in park. She stretched a bit and let out a moaning chirp. The sign above the door read ‘Lexa’s Boutique’. As was the case with most boutiques, it was feminine and inviting. This was the last stop of the day and hundreds of miles from home. It would mean another stay in a hotel.

The lazy days of college and friends began to fade like a distant memory. As a Junior Marketing Rep for ‘Paris Cosmetics’, she had to cover a vast district. It also meant that she had to look her best all the time. Other women must envy her. They had to want to be her. Only then would they buy cosmetics from her.

Life Adjustments

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

Author's Note: A woman must figure out how to balance requirements of her Mistress with those of her marriage.

As Jennifer pulled in her driveway on a quiet evening nothing seemed out of ordinary. Yet as she put her car into park and turned off the ignition she knew her life and marriage would never be the same. Sitting in the darkness of her driveway, she sat quiet trying to adjust to her situation. Crickets and cicada could be heard chirping in the distance as minutes ticked by. An involuntary shift to adjust the pinching between her legs woke her from the daze of the moment. Reaching down, she gently pulled as the skin between her thighs to relieve the pinching.

Linda's Denial

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

Linda loved her selfbondage. She had thought about her reasons after reading many D/s and BDSM stories and realised that she was different to most others. She didn’t have fantasies of being a slave girl, or being captured and used by others, it was purely a personal fetish. Being helpless aroused her, and it simultaneously extended the time to her sexual relief.

Although she had tried a couple of times to interest her lovers into her tastes, they didn’t seem to understand. They would tie her too loosely and allow her to escape, or worse still, get so horny themselves and forget about her need to teased and denied, or at least delayed, an orgasm. She loved being horny and frustrated by not being able to satisfy her desire. She had learnt the pleasure of arousal, and while it always pushed her to want more, she didn’t want the release (well, not too soon anyway). She knew that once she had her orgasm(s) it would be over and she wanted the fever pitch desire to last and last. In this state she was in another world. While helpless she didn’t fantasise about being a submissive like others, she purely enjoyed her own arousal and her inability to do anything about it. Her own frustration would create an even larger desire.

Livin' the Mummy Dream Extreme

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

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining!

Part 1

She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.

Liz begins

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

Chapter 1: Liz Begins

Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky.

Locking Up the Holidays

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

Kelly and I met as fifteen-year-old freshman, and started going out as sixteen-year-old sophomores.

The summer before senior year was the first time I’d seen her naked, and the first time she saw me without any clothes. We were playing with each other: her hands were amazing, and she said I got her off with ease.

But we weren’t ready to have intercourse, so she decided it would be safer if only one of us was naked at any time. I could accept that, because I knew we’d be together, and eventually it would happen.

Locktober At The Femboy Mansion

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

Author's Note: This is my first story on here, as well as the first time I’ve written so much. If anyone has advice, I’d really appreciate it. As for the story, I just wanted to get a room full of femboys in chastity and make it fun. I hope you like it.

Prologue

While the world was burning and everyone was locked inside for the foreseeable future, a honey-blonde woman was dressed up as a teacher for a monthly meeting. Slapping the table with a riding crop, demanding the attention of her so-called class.

Long Day at the Office

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

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal.

Long Distance

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

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at drsuperbest@gmail.com

“Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.”

I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me.

Lost in Translation 2

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

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Lost in Translation by SG I got to the ’end’ of his story and was really inspired by the concept to continue on with Robin’s adventures. I was able to get ahold of SG and he was gracious enough to not only grant permission to continue his story, but read several of my drafts giving suggestions to improve it/keep to the spirit of the original tale.

Lost in Translation III

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

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

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.

Lusineh Avakian

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

Author's Note: Dear Reader, I submit this story for publication, not that I expect a single person to believe it’s true in any aspect, but because I must write it down to sort out the events that it relates, if only for my own sanity. It is for my own therapy that I write, not for your enjoyment. Comment on it as you see fit - it is of no concern to me. -Darios. 10/12/84

Lyla's Chastity in the Office

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

Author's Note: Hey this is the updated version of Lyla’s Chastity in the Office…. I reviewed it again and wow, lots of errors! sorry!! My other stories about Sally, as well as the second part of this story is currently undergoing renovations too… Please tell me if there are any more major mistakes…. Thanks. Sorry again!!

Part 1

Lyla

“Good morning, Lyla” said Jenny, “You are very early! Mr. Vasilevsky will not be in today, so you will be conducting the meeting this morning. May I get you anything else?”

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.

Maddie's Tale

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

Author's Note: This is the start of a story I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve got three more parts written so far with a couple of interesting twists ans turns that I hope people enjoy reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Part one is fairly plain, but its setting the scene for future parts.

Chapter 1

The word love has to be the most stupid word in the English dictionary - at least that was the view of Maddie as she sat sipping her mocktail in the hot midday sun. How on earth one word can cover so much she will never know, for at its shallowest love can describe one’s favourite part of a film, where as other times love just isn’t big enough to describe the feelings two people can have for one another, or the moments they share. The tall leggy blond laid on the sun bed, her tanned golden skin offset by the luxury black bikini. She sat watching her new husband swim in the crystal clear waters of the Maldivian seas as a familiar tickle made her cast her mind back over the last 24 hours to the reason for this particular in depth thought, which given the situation and the surroundings was far to in depth!

Maid's Inspection

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

Chapter 1: Maid’s Inspection

It was a typical Saturday afternoon where i had chores to complete around the house. It was now about 1 in the afternoon and i was assigned to feather dust the living room. Mistress had just informed me 10 minutes before that She had invited Guests over later in the day and i was to be on my best behavior. After curtseying in humiliation I quickly resumed my duties.

Meeting My Mistress

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

Author's Note: I’m not a native speaker, but I hope the story is understandable.

Part 1 - The beginning in the hotel room

It had been a sunny day and I was looking forward to the next few hours. I was happy that I could arrange a session with my mistress. We have already met a couple of times and I was always experiencing a strong sensation before we met each other. Privately, I’m living in a stable relationship with my girlfriend. Because of her openness she allows me to live out my chastity and devotion dreams together with my mistress. She accepts it and gives me the freedom to ’enjoy’ my mistress every few months. The only rule, which my girlfriend is setting, is about getting an orgasm. Whenever I meet my mistress, my girlfriend forces me to wear a CB 2000 for at least two weeks before the session and two weeks afterwards.

Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion

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

Author's Note: This is the 7th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn’t. Thinking wasn’t helping. Though there’s a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that’s the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren’t in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now.

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.

Mike and Laura

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

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Mind Games

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

Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters.

I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice.

Chapter 1 - Inception

Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him.

Mirror

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

Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com.

Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story!

I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams.

Miscalculated Entrapment

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

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation.

As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye.

Miss Elanine's Fantasy Fulfilled

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

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress…

‘You’re late, Elaine!’

‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’

‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’

‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short.

‘Take off that blouse!’

Mission Accomplished

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

Amber carefully made her way back down into the basement, taking care not to spill the contents of the metal bowl she carried. He was right where she left him—not that he had a choice she thought-and admired her handiwork. Dan–her lover– was covered in sweat, drool running down his chin and onto the matted hair on his chest. His ass was a perfect rosy red and his penis was more of an angry red and looking like it was about to burst open.

Mistress Amanda; Lock-In

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

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear.

That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to.

It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future.

Morning Chores

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

Author's Note: A mistress always demands obedience.

Jim’s room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The onlylight emanated from the small gap under the only door and to Jim’s eyes, it was bright, almost bling. It made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already.

Much More Than He Imagined

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

She was a seemingly quiet and solitary young woman of around thirty. Though not unattractive, she dressed very plain and often mismatched. Being rather shy and reserved, you would never see her going out with guys. She just lived above her employer’s office and kept to herself. Perhaps she was even a virgin, destined to become an old maid. Who knows, she may have never even masturbated to bring herself sexual pleasure. However, deep inside lurked a horny vixen, who longed to enjoy the pleasures a man could provide.

My 30th Birthday

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

Day 1

My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss.

“Morning hunny happy birthday”.

“Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?”

My Adventures

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

Author's Note: : This story (blog really) is intended to be a collection of my self-bondage adventures. The depictions will be mostly true, but I may embellish from time to time. I look forward sharing my experiences with you and hopefully reading your feedback. I don’t consider myself to be a writer by any stretch, so I’ll apologize in advance for any mistakes.

November 20th, 2010

It is pretty common that at least a couple nights a week I will tie myself up pleasure myself until I’m ready for a release. This is usually right after my first orgasm but usually depends on how strict I’m bound. You see, I’m a bit of a claustrophobic. I love being bound, but if I think there is a chance that I can’t escape I start to panic. If I’m stimulated the effects are mostly negated which is why I usually need to release myself after an orgasm.

My Belted Adventure

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

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading!

My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk

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

The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my extravagantly high-heeled boots was an initial challenge, and then the two large plugs buried deep inside me increasingly made their presence felt.

My Day Off

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

After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

My Dreams

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

Part I

My name is Jake.

I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape.

The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time.

My Ellen

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

Author's Note: The characters in this story are real. Some events are real and part are fiction. The author has experienced being in bondage and diapered with no means of escape. The story’s ending has not yet been accomplished in real life however.

Male pen pal wanted is the way the ad began. In the ad, she explained she was soon to be released from prison. She told nothing else except her age, height, weight, and measurements as well as drug and alcohol free. Those things all sounded good to me. I was a couple years older, a little taller and slim just as she was. Her measurements also showed her to have generous breasts, a slim waist, and not-too-big hips…all good.

My Introduction to BDSM Life

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

Hi, I m Aakash. I love to be bound and gagged. I also like crossdressing. I love to wear lingerie, pantyhose, panties, stocking and gloves. I would love to share my first bondage experience with all the readers.

Six year back I was hanging out with my girlfriend at nearest hill station from my town. It was a Friday and we went for a walk near mountains. We were alone on the road. We were just sharing our thoughts about our life. Its around 7.00 pm. And we seat on the rocks, and started discussing about our fantasies.

My Mew Secretary, My New Owner

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

Chapter 1-The Taking

My name is Michael. I am 36 years old and have been married to my beautiful wife Jennifer for the last 14 years. Even after all this time the spark had never left our marriage, to this day I am still as in love with her as the first day we met. And believe she is still just gorgeous as ever! 35 years old, perky size C breasts and still the body of a 20 year old! Needless to say our sex life was amazing!

My Name is John Doe

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

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

No updates are planned at this time.

My name is John Doe.

I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club.

My Name is John Doe

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

Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible.

Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

My name is John Doe.

My New Slave

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

Part 1

I had to have her. For years, I had been watching her on the morning news show, and for years I had imagined her bound, gagged, and down on her knees for my use. Unknown to her, today would be the day she would become my captive.

I’m not crazy – I’m a young man, who prefers the nicer things in life. Having inherited a substantial amount of money when my parents had passed in a car crash, I was able to buy a modest house out in the country. It also allowed me to rig my basement with a nice dungeon, and holding cell. In the dungeon, I had a nice bondage bed, with a strong, long cage underneath. I also had various anchor points installed in the walls, a St. Andrews cross, and a nice bondage chair.

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.

My Weekend As Her Sex Slave

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

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play.

Chapter 1

My weekend as a sex slave.

The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff.

It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage.

My Wife Has A Visitor

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

Part I

As so often upon returning home, I paused at the sign at our door: Barbara & Donald McClennard. Even after the 5 years we’ve been married, I still often can’t believe she is “mine” and has taken my name, yet the proof right there, in front of my eyes.

She had music on and hadn’t heard me coming in, so I managed to surprise her in the bedroom (where she had been changing into something casual) and grabbed her around her waist. Quick as she often was, though, she spun around and had me on the bed before I realised the initiative had moved hands.

Never Pick Up Hitchikers

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

I don’t know how long I had been driving. It had to be at least 4 or 5 hours. I had taken two weeks off from work and decided to take a road trip. I didn’t know where I was going. I would just drive until I found somewhere interesting to stop at.

I knew I was somewhere on Route 3 in the Adirondack State Park. I loved being out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting late. Eight o’clock at night in November and it was getting really cold outside. I figure it was time to start looking for a hotel.

New Money

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

Author's Note: This is my first public story. Depending on the feedback I have some ideas for a continuation.

The Beginning

I was a successful business man who had worked hard all my career to reach my ambition of retiring by the age of 50. Although not a multi-millionaire by any stretch, my small business was running well without my involvement providing me enough income to live the moderate lifestyle I desired. And I certainly wasn’t a sloth who wanted to spend all my time on the lounge. I enjoyed keeping fit, tending the garden and going to the beach.

Ninety Days

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

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment.

Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it.

No Place Like Home

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

Tasha walked at a steady pace her stiletto heels clip clopping in perfect rhythm. She hardly glanced at the familiar surroundings, pairs of houses, each slightly different, staring silently back at her. Who knows what secrets lay behind those rose curtains or the bright red door? The lawn that had become overgrown, the house with ever changing brightly coloured hanging baskets, the unmoving caravan, the iron gates that did not quite meet properly. The wall with missing coppice stone. Mr Franklin must have a new car. The twitch of curtains at no 54, that woman really should get a life! Just another street in another town or city?

Nobody's Coming

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

Author's Note: This story is actually the result of two different ones I had originally. One was some non-kinky science fiction piece about a future where the sun is deadly and people can only move at night. In the other, a young girl builds a special prison to hold her in bondage for a few days. I never could get around to finishing either, so I decided to combine them. Although the first two pages are a bit slow, I think things worked out quite well.

Not An Affair

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

What a weekend, it all started then I had a wet dream (and wet fingers) about my married next door neighbour! After telling him about the sexy dream and swapping quick suggestive banter with Howard, I wanted him. I had found some stories he had written on a BDSM web site (“the new sub-contractor”, “Talk”) which got me hot, breathless and thinking. I wanted him to hurt me and to use me crudely, like the slaves in his stories. I’m a recently single woman with two kids who really knows what she wants, and now knows how to ask for it!

Not So Perfect Life

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

Author’s Note: This is my second story. First off I want to say thank you for reading. I appreciate all comments, if you didn’t like the story, please, tell me how I can improve for next time. The reason why the conclusion is so long (at least in my opinion it is) is because I wanted to wrap it up nicely and not abruptly. I had to create a long conclusion in order to properly lead into the next chapter which I am currently in the process of writing. This is a story of a perfect girl with a completely perfect, carefree life. She is thrown into the world of bondage which she did not even know existed. I tried putting in ‘movie style’ elements such as standoffs and cliffhanger suspense moments. Yes, the characters may seem unrealistic but believe me when I say this, I base all of my characters in my stories off of myself and some of my good friends. Once again, thank you for reading and enjoy!

Of Female Bondage

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

Author’s Notes: Although the next few chapters are drafted, this story is unfinished. If you like it so far, please email me with how you would like to see it develop.

Chapter 1: A Midnight Bondage Walk

Prior to my recent walk through a town in bondage, my thumbcuff walk (see “My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk”), I looked online for ideas for public bondage. I found several stories where people had walked nude and in bondage, usually in remote wooded areas or at night. Nude walking did not appeal to me at that time; I was not, and am not, an exhibitionist.

Off-Key Solo

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

Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling.

Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets?

Oh Come On It Will Be Fun!

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

“Oh come on Rebecca, it will be fun!” stated Katie to her good friend as they stood outside an adult fetish shop.

Rebecca just gave her friend a questioning look.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you won’t find it fun looking and laughing at all the kinky things in there!” Katie said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her through the door.

As they entered the store the strong aroma of leather in the air assailed their noses and they quickly noticed the different clothes, shoes, and toys that were available.

Once a Month

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

Author's Note: : This is a deliberately short cameo story that I wrote with a view to creating a photoshoot to illustrate it at some point in the future. All I need is to find the right (and willing) model

It had been hours, but she was still torn between wanting it to end and never wanting it to end.

She stood, immobile in the corner of the room; her rubber clad body illuminated by a single spotlight that cast a writhing shadow on the wall. The bright, harsh light bounced reflections of her shiny, latex clad head, enclosed in the isolation hood that so cruelly cut her off from the rest of her small world.

One Friday Night

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

It was late one Friday night and Brad’s tube train was emptying out as the train crawled closer to the end of the line. It had been a long week and he had worked into the early hours on most days. The two beers he had had after leaving the office had gone to his head and he started to doze.

Sitting opposite him, and now the only other person in the carriage, was a blonde woman in her mid-twenties. Brad had discretely glanced at her on several occasions, mainly because she was attractive and was wearing black leather shorts. Not tight, not loose, but perfectly fitting. She also wore a white blouse and a fitted pale blue jacket and had long dark hair which hung down past her shoulders. She had smiled at Brad as she sat down, but even this hasn’t been enough to keep his attention.

One Stormy Evening

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

It was a stormy evening and I was driving through Colorado on my way from California to my new job in New York city. It was raining so hard that I was driving about 20 miles per hour on the interstate, so when the next exit came I decided to take a break and get something to eat. Little did I know that that one decision would change my life forever.

Only Submission

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

So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”.

Over the Top Self-bondage

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

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything!

While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending.

As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing.

Partners

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

1. The Beginning

I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way.

Paul's Journey into Paula

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

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

Introduction

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

Paul’s Transformation to Paula

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

Part 1

Paul McCord was 5'6" tall, 136 pounds with shoulder length hair. He had been teased his whole life and called sissy boy in school.

Paul graduated from Bucks County Community College with an AA degree in computer programing and was top in his class. His Professor contacted on of the leading corporations in Philadelphia and explained how he was the brightest student she ever had and that he was a gifted programmer. After meeting with Paul, he was hired and told they would set up in his home a remote office that he would work from so he could handle even weekend or other emergencies.

Paula's Coming Out Party

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

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla

Chapter 1

Following all the excitement of Paula going on her first shopping trip, and her becoming a Mistress, with two Subbie slaves, Paul, Janine and Layla decided to take thing easy for a week or two. So they didn’t play any games and Paula stayed out of sight, in fact Janine and Layla took a short break holiday to Paris. When Paul heard the news he moaned about having to work while they went off enjoying themselves, but the fact he was smiling spoiled the effect slightly.

Paula's Continuing Training

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

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story.

_Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while*

Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE

Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back…….

Payback

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

Marilyn admired the pool boy’s tight, six pack abs as he hosed off the deck. She caught him stealing glances, longing glances, at her long, shapely legs, whisper slim waist and massive, battleship breasts. Marilyn delighted in the attention as she shifted in her lounge chair, giving him a better view. As she did, the sunlight sparkled off the mirror steel disk at her crotch. Marilyn was naked, save for metal plate at her pussy and nipples that locked her sex away.

Payment Pending

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

Author’s Notes: This is a true story from a recent weekend. I’m not used to writing non-fiction so I hope you like it. To those who may wonder, the answer is 1 week :)

It’s not very often that I have the house to myself for an entire day. This weekend the kids were away and my wife at a concert in the northern part of the state. Since she wouldn’t be returning until the next morning I decided to try out some ‘real’ self-bondage.

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.

Perfect Flower

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

Author's Note: My writings are fictional fantasies and should not be seen or treated as anything else. Some writings have depictions of abuse and/ or mental conditions that would prevent a person from giving proper consent. PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO RECREATE OR BASE REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIPS ON MY WRITINGS!!! They are only meant to be fantasies….. nothing more! This story does not depict first time anal accurately.

Our wedding had been perfect! Not a single detail out of place! The most perfect part of it though had nothing to do with guests or flowers and precession ques. I had been married a virgin! All my life I dreamed of staying a virgin until my wedding day. I had lost a lot of boyfriends who tried to pressure me into have sex, but I held out.

Personal Trainer

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

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain.

Picken' Nashville Style

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

Author's Note: Fans of the History Channel will probably appreciate this more than most. But hopefully everyone enjoys ti as much as I had fun writing it.

_Update (2012/02/28):* Sorry for the length, apparently having too much fun at Carissa’s expense. Glad you all enjoyed part one and hope you find Part two equally entertaining. Not sure where to take Part three, I have bits written in my head, but no concrete direction.*

Playdate

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

“Morning sweety.” The cacophony of white noise that permeated the room stopped abruptly, a soft feminine voice taking its place.

Justin was quickly pulled out of his half sleep, jolting awake at the sudden change in the sound surrounding him. Before he attempted to stretch his limbs out, he heard the hinges of the thick steel door that she had installed creak along, the sound of scraping metal filling his ears.

Playtime for Emily

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

Emily’s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer’s day and since she hadn’t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn’t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers.

Plea Bargain

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

“Alright doll face let me get this straight; your not a hooker. You got lost in the red light district on your way to a costume party, which is why your dressed like a hooker. You stopped for directions and someone snatched your purse; so you propositioned an undercover detective for a ride.”

“It sounds a lot worse when you say it officer. You might as well lets say, I’ve heard them all,” Laura Schwartz said.

Praying for Daylight

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

Selene’s arm slides off Tephra’s taut stomach, the motion awakening both of them from their post-coital snooze. Selene then tries to untangle herself from Tephra and the sheets, only to be gently pulled back into Tephra’s handcuffed arms.

“Teph, I gotta get going. The taxi’ll be here in an hour.”

Tephra looks up with pouting deep green eyes and Selene is tempted to take another spin with her on the now soggy sheets.

Preparation is the Key

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

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Probation Period

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

Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated.

Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo.

Part 1 - NOW

The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit.

Problems of a Chastity Belt

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

“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John.

She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table.

John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it.

“It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?”

Punishment at the Ballet Studio

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

Author's Note: Hope you like, I’m far from a professional writer, so I’m sure its not perfect.

My name is Katie. I’m a freshman in collage and although I’ve never taken a dance class I’ve always been interested in being a cute ballerina. I’m 5'7 and weigh 140. I have perky C breast and long blond hair. Since I got a full scholarship to collage I can’t fail any classes. That’s not too big a problem, since I can normally get guys to do my homework. Some guys consider me a tease since I’m a good Christian girl who has never had sex or a boyfriend. I’ve never even had any one see or touch my breast.

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!”

Queen of Thorns

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

Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

“Oh shit” she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

Racheal's Slave Vacation

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

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave

Part 1

It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl.

Reality Television Star

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

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

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.

Recipe for a Truly Super Sub

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

Author's Note: This is a somewhat silly story, not to be taken too seriously. It probably maligns hypnotic therapy quite unjustly.

It started with the recipe metaphor but ended up with Lola Jones. I wasn’t expecting that :)

It has no direct intercourse but I think the story touches on most sexual themes. I have flagged it as Consensual and Non-Consensual. It really is one or the other but I will leave it to you to decide which it is.

Reciprocal Passions

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

Author's Note: Safe, sane, consensual.

There is an illustrated version of this story as well…all pictures obtained via search engines.

Part 1

“Arrrrrgh!!!” Meredith screamed in frustration, as she closed her front door. Gladly she kicked off her short heeled pumps into her front closet then, with a full head of steam, she stomped into the kitchen. Her husband, Todd, was there opening a cold beer when she thundered in. “A bad day?” he asked his still annoyed wife. “Hell yes, it was! That friggin’ boss of my section said that my numbers were ‘wrong’.” “He said that I ‘apparently’ wasted over 40 ‘man’ hours of the company’s time” she said. “That sunofabitch said that in front of my whole section…that I’m the supervisor of! How am I going to maintain any authority in the eyes of my employees?!?” she practically shouted, as the frustrations flowed out. She stomped over to where Todd held the opened beer, grabbed it from him unexpectedly, and up-ended the bottle, taking a healthy swallow. Todd liked that about his wife, that she could be every bit the lady, but, that she did away with the pretense of “lady-like” if she was pissed…like now. She had seemed very demure, almost bashful, in college when they met. But he had sensed something more about her, which had attracted him.

Reina

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

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like

Part I: My First Time

The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me.

Remote Control

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

Author's Note: The majority of this story is true—I was directed by Mistress Jennifer to write her a story that very closely mirrored our relationship. The Dream Lover element is fiction, but she assures me that she plans on making it happen :).

Part One

The alarm clock rang and a hand appeared out from under the blankets and after 4 failed attempts was able to hit the “off” button. The hand belonged to Jennifer and the scene looked no different than that played out in millions of bedrooms at 7:00AM on a Wednesday—someone reluctantly getting up for work after a long night. Jennifer started to rub her eyes when she suddenly seemed to have remembered something important. She quickly hopped out of bed, ran over to her desk and hit some random keys until her screen began to glow and come to life.

Rita: A Different Kind of Pleasure

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

Author's Note: This is a multi-part story starring Rita - a young woman leaving home and coming to a big city alone. Being shy and somehow introvert, she still enjoys sexual activities, but mostly on her own. Her life takes a huge change when she runs across the newest innovation of the fetish sex-toy industry - a device that promises a different kind of pleasure…

Chapter 1

I had always been a rather shy girl. My parents tended to be very protective, most likely because I was their only child. I was also said to be calm and well-behaving. Being of very slim build and slightly pale skin I did not attract too much attention: not from my classmates, friends or teachers. We lived in a small town and our house was on the countryside. My father had a good job and money was never a problem. I had my own room, but since my mother was at home most of the time I did not really have a lot of privacy. When my sexuality started to develop and I found out about masturbation I had to be very careful not to be surprised by her. She had a habit of coming into my room without knocking and bringing some clothes or whatever. This led to some situations where I was nearly caught in an embarrassing situation.

Road Trip Tease

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

Jackie and I had made plans to go to Amish country for the weekend together. We had dated several times and been intimate. We talked a great deal about our mutual love for bondage but had only used handcuffs a couple of times. Nothing heavy.

I had booked a resort hotel in the country. Very beautiful in the fall of the year. Lots of culture, scenery and a relaxing atmosphere. We were leaving from work at noon on Thursday. I drove her to work to save the hassle of 2 cars. She left her quite large and heavy suitcase in my car. As we departed I reminded her of my challenge to her. You will set the mood of the weekend with your outfit for the trip I reminded her as I kissed her at the door of her office. Don’t worry I’ve got it covered she replied and we separated. All morning long I was very tempted to go out to the car and peek in that huge suitcase of hers but resisted.

Rocky

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

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing.

A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010

S.S.S.C. Day 4

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

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my full-length novel, SubmissiveLand: Sorority Sister Competition. Denise and two of her sorority sisters have entered into a competition of submission; and the winner gets to be sorority president for their University chapter in the following semester. The following excerpt comes from day 4 of the competition, just about halfway through the book.

If you like the story, please consider purchasing the full length book. It’s only six bucks, and would go a long way to helping me finish the next book. You can find it on Amazon; just search “SubmissiveLand”. It should come right up. Hugs and kisses to all who visit and post on this site. XOXO -BDreamer

Sana's Horrible Fate

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

Author's Note: This is my third story on long term bondage and slavery. As English is not my first language so please excuse me for grammatical mistakes. The names of the counties /races used in the story are just for the sake of making the story feel real and not to hurt anyone’s sentiments.

P. S : Not all my stories get a happy ending……

“Happy Birthday to you once again” Sana told with a smile. “Thank you for coming to the party” Rohit told in a dizzy voice.

Sandra and Marcus

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

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene.

Chapter 1. A walk in the woods

Sandy Gets Trapped

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

Part One

Sandy and I had dated for five years. She loved to play bondage games. When we first met, I did not think she was into such things. She was from a small town down south. She always attended church with her family and was real shy. After we met, we started dating and we decided to move in together. That’s when I found out about her wild side.

Sarah's Friend

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

Part 1

Amy had the perfect figure for a model, her slim shoulders curved into a tiny waist and then out over the cutest of hips and down into long slim legs. Yet she looked on jealously at the only other person in the gym.

Sarah was sitting on the leg press where her strong athletic legs were moving almost half the stack of weights. Like Amy, the woman was in her early thirties and like Amy the woman had long brown hair in a ponytail. Amy observed the woman discretely, her white trainers with hidden socks leading up to muscular legs and on to an athlete’s butt. Her thighs in particular were from a Greek goddess, tanned and chiselled and flexing effortlessly with the weight.

SAX Demo

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

With each wrist and ankle strapped to the pillars on both sides and the high heavy collar on my neck I could not move enough to see my own feet or hands. Dressed in a black nylon fishnet body stocking, leather bra and panties to match I made a fetching sight. It was an unusual demonstration assignment in this up scale bondage store.

When the training gag went in my mouth and the blindfold covered my eyes, I began to think that anyone, customer, employee could walk up feel, molest, even rape me and there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes, I began to imagine how they would violate me and even hoped they might at least caress my breasts and legs, just a little. They announced that the store was open. Gawd, strangers would be walking up to me to get a close look! I began to panic from humiliation.

Scene Play Continues

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

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments.

Full story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing.

Sci-Club-Fi Bondage Club

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

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :)

_Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.*

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Sealed With Love

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

I have always had a fascination with chastity for as long as I can remember. For the past few years I have experimented with different devices and Most ball trapping devices I discovered weren’t successful at the level of security I was seeking. Around six months ago, I bought my first hip style chastity belt. Opening it after it arrived, I was amazed at the quality of the workmanship. It was a work of art. I could see my reflection in the polished stainless steel finish. Instead of the traditional padlock, It had a built in internal cylinder lock. The Cost was a little more but Well worth the three grand it cost me. The company I purchased the belt from sent me a home measuring kit, so we could get the accuracy of the belts fit as close as possible. After getting all my correct measurements, I mailed it back to the company so they could begin making my custom belt. It took a couple of months before the belt arrived, It was breathtaking but at the same time I could feel Knots in the pit of my stomach, at the realization that I was holding in my hands a real inescapable chastity belt.

Searching for Enlightenment

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

Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared.

Chapter 1

[How is Starts]

She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t!

Secret in the Cellar

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

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

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

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

Securing Sarah

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

I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand.

I said, “You look like you’ve used those before.”

She smiled. “They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in them then. It was fun, but that was as kinky as it got.”

Wow. When I invited Sarah up to see my shop, I had no idea she was into this stuff. I wanted to find out more, but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I proceeded with caution. “Well look around anything else. Try something on if you like.”

Seduction at Belinda's House

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

Author's Note: A sequel to ‘Seduction at the Old Gaol’ with James and Belinda, Sophie (Belinda’s grown up daughter) and Kate (Belinda’s friend).

Part 1

It was a few years later and Belinda and James were now living together. It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon and James had spent the day working from home.

“Hi darling, I’ve finished,” his smiling voice flowed freely through the intercom.

There was a short delay as Belinda’s bare feet skipped across the kitchen and retrieved her intercom from underneath a pile of washing.

Self Bondage Nightmare

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

I am a small girl, 5'4’’ and 100 lbs, with long legs and ample breasts, a shaved virgin pussy 22 years old and live in a small town in Illinois. My name is Megan, and we keep it at that for now.

I have been interested in self-bondage for as long as I can remember, and once in awhile I like to have a little bondage time to myself. I make situations that I cannot get out of for a long time, literally forcing my self into bondage for some time. Usually I am “spending the weekend with some friends”, but I am really in an old barn that is not in use, down by a creek on my families property. I found it with some friends, but they forgot it instantly. I have made it livable, scrounging up a bed, refrigerator and some little things. Once over spring break at age 19, I spent 3 days hog- tied. I was in there, and had set a timer to turn of the lights in the day and close the blinds on the windows during the day, so had to wait 3 days for enough moonlight to undo the combination that bound me.

Self Bondage Trouble

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

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part.

‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’

Self Mummification Takes Turn

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

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real!

It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove.

Selfie (a.k.a. Rogue Tie)

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

You are always so good at making lists, Becca!

This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments.

Seven Short Stories

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

1. First time

(NOTE: This is pretty much a true story based on my first time with a Pro-Domme.)

It was Jarrod’s first time with a dominatrix. Tall mean woman of various races hurting and humiliating him was the basis of his masturbatory fantasies since he was just a kid. He didn’t know the source of this desire; it was just part of him. At 24 he finally had worked up the courage to visit a Femdom studio. He had planned it for a week. He lived in the suburbs surrounding a large Midwest city that offered him several choices. It took him a while to select one. Each had a website, each featured photos of beautiful dominant woman, scary but cool looking dungeons and list of available services. He had nervously called each establishment and inquired about the price. And after much internal conflict he made his decision. He called the day before and made an appointment for noon. He took the day off from work. He had checked out the building on Google map. It was in a light industrial neighborhood. There was a parking lot a block away. He arrived an hour early and parked there. He was sure the attendant, and everyone he passed, knew he was on his way to perform perverted sex. At exactly noon he rang the bell for the 7th floor apartment. A female voice said:

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 Genie

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

Author's Note: first time writing a sex story, please be kind, could be future installments, if people like it, looking for collaboration on a second idea with female editor

My name is Sam and this is a fantasy sex story about a female genie.

I found this old lamp at a garage sale this morning and took it home. It looked like an antique and thought I could spruce it up some and then sell it for a tidy profit. Once at home, I carefully washed it and then dried it, not leaving any fingerprints on the lamp in case it happens to be valuable. Then I picked it up and noticed there was a smudge I missed and rubbed my thumb across the mark. In an instant, smoke billowed out of the lamp. After the smoke cleared, a woman stood before me.

Sex Slave to a Stewardess

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

Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa

While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life.

Sexolympics 2012

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

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Sexpo

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

Part 1

Kate and Emma arrived for the final day of the exhibition. The stand was set up as it had been for the last few days, with its big glossy pictures and its collection of shinny silver restraints and cages. As per the previous days, Emma took off her jeans and t-shirt so that she was wearing only her bright red bikini and high heels. She was tall, slim and tanned and had long blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. Kate managed the business side of the stall. She had dark hair and was more soberly dressed in smart jeans and a top.

Sexy Stewardess Version 3

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

Author's Note: A woman is having a problem with her new uniform

Eros Technica customer support line. Your privacy and satisfaction are 100% guaranteed. Calls may be monitored for quality assurance purposes.

“Hello, my name is Misty how may I help you?”

“Hi Misty, I’m calling in regards to problems with my underwear. I can’t get it to co-operate.”

“Oh dear, let me see how I can help you with that. Do you know the model?”

Shadow's Auction

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

Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there’s interest in future installments, I’ll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow

Part 1

Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn’t touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn’t tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage.

She's Worth It

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

Author's Note: I could do a part 2, but I wonder if its better like this.

His tongue flicked wildly against her clit as she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Quick tingling sensations filled her body as he greedily sucked her clit between licks.

“Oh my God…”, she moaned as her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy as her orgasm surged, he held his breath and flicked his tongue faster against her. Finally, her tense arched back slammed down against she came, pressing his face even harder against her throbbing pussy. After several spasms, her body finally collapsed back down on the mattress, and she released his hair allowing him to breath again. He lovingly and slowly traced the outline of her clit as she panted and recovered. After a while of running her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her up, she finally pulled him off her and up to lie with her.

Shelia Pays Off Bet

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

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story

Chapter 1

Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by.

Shoulda

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

Author's Note: Here is an old story I found the other day. I don’t really have plans to continue the story, but if someone wants to make a continuation of the story feel free. Takes place in 2005 and yes it was written in 2005….

Part 1

I have been into bondage for a long time, but never had the gumption to ask anyone to participate. I did some self-bondage a few times when was a teen and it was very intense for me and I had feelings like never before when I engaged in those acts. The internet came out and I found there was a ton of people into bondage, I thought I was the only one, but still never had the balls to ask any girlfriend.

Show Me Your Craft

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

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

Silent revenge

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

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize.

_How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.*

“Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not.

Silent Service

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

Monday

Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation.

Silver

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

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

Sissy 2.0

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

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”.

Prologue

It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold.

Sissy Maid's Punishment

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

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters.

i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there.

Sister's Revenge

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

Chapter 1

How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4" stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.

Sitter Snatcher

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

Author's Note: Sorry about the spacing in the last version :S, hopefully this one’s a little easier to read. Enjoy!

“That’s 2 months now that I’ve been late with the cable bill”, Cheryl said to herself as she read over the notice from the cable company ‘politely’ informing her to pay her bills or her service would be terminated. Cheryl was like any university student, always had her nose in a book, late for the odd class, and flat broke, she often picked up odd babysitting jobs for money along with her job at the coffee shop it was barely enough to pay the bills but not much more. Most guys would describe Cheryl as gorgeous; she had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that could sweep any guy off his feet. But what good is being gorgeous if you cant even pay your bills or buy nice things, she realized she needed money and she needed it now, just as she thought this Cheryl’s phone rang, almost as if some higher power had read her mind.

Slave in Denial

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

Author's Note: A rather extreme and unrealisic fantasy, inspired by several of Thdrshark’s stories.

Eight thousand dollars and a bit of time got me a dodgy surgeon. Her operation went smoothly and I insisted that the good doctor stay behind for a few days just in case of infections. Thankfully there were none, and I woke my pet from her coma on her birthday.

Pet was strapped down to a table, a dozen leather belts secured her arms to her sides and bonded her legs together. As I unwrapped the gauze covering her fist, Pet begun to cry. She stared at her hands, but only saw short stumps protruding from her palms. I had the first two sections of her fingers and her thumb tips surgically removed, only five little nubs remain. She’s also been sterilised, although that part now seemed unnecessary. She will be denied of orgasms for the next few years, and perhaps even her whole life.

Slave Modeling

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

Author's Note: Hay out there is my very first story. Let me apologies ahead of time for any big spelling and grammar errors. A really nice Image that goes with this story can be found on Reptileye’s DeviantArt

_Update (2012/05/23):* Hay out there this is a remix or extended version of the first story I posted a some time ago. There should be fewer spelling and grammar errors this time around. Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.*

Slave School - A Group XS Story

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

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great.

Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room.

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.

Slaves Retirement Facility

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

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

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.

Slut Allanah

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

I never thought that this past Saturday night I would experience it all. By all I mean forced cross dressing, self-bondage, fem dom, humiliation and orgasm control. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Let me tell you a little about me.

Ever since I started noticing girls I was always attracted to the girls that dressed the sexiest and wore the highest heels. No flats, summer dresses and the no makeup look for me! I tried to talk all of my girlfriends into dressing my way and most of them did, if only to make me happy.

Smoking Issues

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

Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

_Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.*

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

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?”

Spring Cleaning

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

I had the day off today due to a holiday, but it was one of those days that only some companies let you off on, but others didn’t. In this case, it was the 4th of July and it happened to fall on a Sunday. I figured the mall would be packed from everybody else having the day off, so I decided that running a few errands and getting a little R&R. For some reason I had woken up early today so I was able to get the errands done before lunch. As I was driving home, I remembered something, the cleaners come today, and I bet they don’t have it off.

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…

Steel City

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

Author's Note: This is version 2 - A rewrite of the original to address the valid comments given about the story. The story line is about the same, but the details are considerably fleshed out and the last half is a major rewrite.

The official positions and the historical events discussed in this story may exist or have existed, but the story characters are not based on, nor do they represent any actions by any actual official.

Still Engaged

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

Author's Note: Follows story of Anna/Julia/Donald from “Engaged”.

“Kneel my dear. That’s right.” Donald was naked except for the Lori’s Tube, Anna was naked except for the high-heeled black court shoes. “Kiss please dear.” Donald kissed Anna’s shoes enthusiastically. “There’s a good boy. Now, let’s have a little chat.” They both knew that having a little chat involved Anna talking, Donald listening and agreeing where asked to do so. She always asked, never ordered. Always polite. “No need to stop kissing dear. You can move up. Slowly though. If you go too quickly I shan’t be pleased.” Donald knew that Anna not being pleased would not be in his interest. He’d been wearing the Lori’s tube now for four months. He had never loved Anna more. But he knew that she’d begun to get a taste not just for keeping him in chastity, but also for increasingly dominant behaviour. Her latest ‘innovation’ was the riding crop. “I love horse riding” she’d explained, “And men are so like horses darling. Julia was saying that both species want to get between your legs and both need a little correction from time to time, don’t you think?” Donald had agreed, as he always seemed to do these days. Anna was so right about things. He loved her. Not Julia though, he didn’t love her at all. Why did Anna need a friend like Julia. He’d probably be shagging Anna’s brains out if it wasn’t for that bitch!

Store Clerk 2 - House Arrest

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

Note: This part of the story is my own rendition of what likely happened that night at the end of Part 1, if the author wishes this part taken down from the site then so be it, no hard feelings, but I thought it’d be nice to continue the story for all the readers out there, anyways without further adieu onto the story.

Part 1

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “wait a second, run that by me again Steph? You plan to just leave me like this? The club closes at 2am.”, “I’m aware Jessica so that gives you a little under 3 hours to find everything, and don’t worry, as I told you I had the bouncers hand the stuff out to regulars or people they know. But that’s just to start off, the stuff may be passed out to people who don’t come here regularly then you might be waiting more than a night or 2 to get everything off, but I’ll check on you tomorrow to see your progress, and who knows maybe we’ll have some more fun, have a good one Jess.” Steph gave me a little wink after saying that, and then lost her way through the crowd as she headed for the door. This game of Steph’s was fun for awhile but I think she overdid it with this part, I was so turned on and wanted to cum so bad but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, the damn vibes wouldn’t let me. Every time I came close the cycles would go down again and start over, it was quite frustrating, so I began my search for the 10 combination numbers and the 15 keys I’d need in order to finally give myself a very well deserved release.

Stowaway

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

Stacy swallowed hard as the door hissed open. She had to do it. They had made an agreement. This was the only way. She took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Apart from the light flooding in through the door behind her, the room was pitch black. It was difficult to tell how large the room was, or if there was anything in it. Stacy took another deep breath. The only way to go was forward.

Study Tape

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

Update (2012/05/23): Thanks for all the positive comments! I was not as sure on chapter 4, but gave it a shot and hope some of you like it. -Al B

Chapter 1

The cruel experiment otherwise known as high school was almost over. There were only six months left until graduation and I had few regrets. Most of us were already 18, and on our way to college. I was also well on my way to becoming valedictorian, and though I had been skinny and short and made fun of a lot in ninth grade, this last year I had grown 3 inches and also filled out in other ways.

Subbie Hubbie's Exam

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

Author's Note: This is not a typical genre for me and is my first attempt at both “first person” and F/m. The story was inspired by recent circumstances that forced me to have a physical exam performed by a female doctor (long story). This is purely fiction, folks, written in four parts for the enjoyment of those on the site who are into F/m.

Update (2012/02/09): Final segment in this story. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please submit comments via comments section or to me directly at mrhungry56@gmail.com. Thanks, Darios

subGrrl Deconstructs: Submissive Feminist

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

Author's Note: Story 2: in which subGrrl’s reality coefficients are adjusted for nefarious purposes.

I would like to thank my “patrons’” who follow me over on Deviant Art at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com, Ms, Harrison, Mr. Mrhungry, Mr. Vader, and Mr. GospodinP. They make it fun and keep me interested in writing the story.

Laysan would like to suggest the following music to go along with Story 2: Explode.

I hope that you enjoy this part of the tale. Please comment if you have a moment. Tell me what you like, what you hate, why, how you are doing, whatever…

Subliminal

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

Author's Note: I posted this a little while ago on another site that doesn’t have any space for comments. I’d love to hear what you all think about it. As always, thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing and reviewing the story.

Give your boyfriend a blowjob tonight

I stared at my screen a moment before hitting ’enter’. I was planning on testing out my new iPhone app with something a little more like wear a red dress tonight, but somehow I found my fingers typing in a somewhat more exciting command. Whatever, it probably wouldn’t work anyway.

Sugar Daddy

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

The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”.

Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place.

I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down.

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 Bondage Service

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

Prologue: a customer calls

I dialed the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone.

A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice.

Surprise Package

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

Chapter 1

Since reading a great fetish story I have always wanted these special pair of heels. They are special because they lock you in and you can not get out. There are mechanisms that zap you and make it so you have to stay in. The heels are a high arc 5" stiletto. I have told my partner I wanted them, but he could not find them anywhere.

Then just like I was in the story, the shoes came in a package for me. Of course I put them on because I’ve wanted them so badly. Mine were different then the ones in the story. They were all black patent and came to my thighs, and they were ballet heels! 8"!! A note was included it said I was required put on everything that came in the mail for me. The things that came were extremely sexy. I received latex dresses, many catsuits, and a lot more latex items.

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”.

Suzie's Padded Cell Treatment

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

I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on.

Suzy's Predicament

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

Author's Note: This is my first story. If you like it, I will write more.

Suzy was worried, not overly, but was concerned about what she saw as a misunderstanding. She would be able to sort it out; after all the police were only human.

It started a couple of hours ago when Suzy left her office for the drive across town to her boyfriend’s apartment. She had taken this trip many times before and knew the short cuts to miss the traffic. This meant going through some children friendly residential areas but at this time of night, there were no children around so her journey was straightforward. The local council had passed laws stating that children had the right to enjoy the residential areas above all others. To Suzy this meant that she had to drive carefully to ensure that she didn’t run into any of the groups of kids that might be out.

Sweet Revenge

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

Chapter 1 - Emily’s New Life.

Emily heard the dull hum of a high powered fan as she stirred. Her head still throbbed with what felt like the worst hangover she ever had, and her mind was clouded with fog. The first sensation that reached her recognition was a burning pain on her wrists, still painfully stretched even now.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized that her body was being held taut… vertically. She quickly regained her footing, lifting the body’s weight from her wrists. Looking up, she realized that her hands were cuffed together, hanging from the ceiling of an empty windowless room by a single chain.

Tables Turned

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

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie

As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.

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.

Tatianna's Task

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

PROLOGUE

As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal.

Taylor's Poker Experience

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

Author's Note: I’ve always loved the idea of bondage poker, and I hope it isn’t too complicated. Please, comment away, and let me know if you want me to continue. It could very well end here, but I would also like to explore Taylor and the Lady as well if you guys think that’s a good idea. Thanks!

Prologue

Taylor slowly pulled her shirt off, taking her time not to give everyone watching a show, but because she was so worried about it. She had never been in only underwear in front of someone else, and yet here she was, stripping for her three friends.

Teaching the Ropes to Each Other

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

Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance.

Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen.

Terri's Trip to the Mall

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

Friday night I prepared by laying out the items that were going to be needed for the adventure on Saturday. This included a locking ball gag, 3" black leather posture collar, thin, black leather connecting strap, leather chastity belt, new powerful personal vibrator, handcuffs, thigh cuffs with small connecting chain, two small metal rings, my metal nipple clamps that were also connected by a small metal chain, my long black leather gloves, long black leather trench coat, and of course my black thigh high boots. I then went down to the local drugstore and picked up an 12 oz Fleet enema package and then went home to a nice dinner and long bath.

Thanks a lot, Mom

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

Chapter 1

Ok, so my wife read 50 Shades way back then and we talked after. She loved the idea of a Red ‘play’ room just for us, I thought it may be fun and very well spice up our sex life. Per her instruction, I painted our spare bedroom - she did make a great color choice. Over time we added some interesting toys to our collection. Prior to this over the years we both figured out quite quickly that she was best suited for Top and me for Bottom, so sure, this dynamic was easily carried over into our Red room where lots of fun was had. Looking back, I recall her never wanting to be the Bottom. Humm…

That Day

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

That day, I came in the front door, called out: “Hallo, dear” and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. There is a doorway through to the lounge and I heard Julie, Mrs T, whose tones are not always soft, say:

‘He’s jerking off".

I shouted “Hallo, dear”, again and there was a short embarrassed silence.

Then Mrs T called “come in here, darling”, and I went through to find her sitting with her friend Wendy, either side of a bottle of prosseco on the coffee table.

That Night

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

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years back found it the other day, tweaked it a bit and figured i’d post it. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1

It was 6pm, the snow was pounding down, and to top it off it had been a day from hell at work. I called home to let Her know that I would order takeout for dinner. Saving both of us from cooking. The cool calm sweet demenor on the phone, belied the bitch she could be. The takeout would be delivered around 730 they said, being as backed up as they were.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

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

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Arrow of Desire

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

Part 1: Afternoon

Sweat was pouring down Logan’s face. His air conditioner was broken and with his car stationary there was no breeze to cool him. The traffic had been stopped for ten minutes, with absolutely no movement. He got out of his car and scanned the two lines of stalled traffic. It was stopped as far ahead as he could see.

“Must be an accident,” the driver of the car behind him said. He was also standing outside his car, and was smoking.

The Best Christmas Present

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

David was tired of Christmas shopping; of cruising the parking lots looking for a space to park, of trying to find suitable presents for his many relatives, and of struggling through the crowds of people. He decided he needed to clear his mind; to get away to somewhere quieter and more peaceful.

It was late on Sunday morning, a few days before Christmas, a fine cold day with a clear blue sky and a chilling wind. He drove out to Johnson Park and parked his aging Ford Mustang in the lot near the entrance. There was one other car in the lot, parked near the trailhead. As he passed he couldn’t help noticing the two lovers in the front seat, entwined in a passionate embrace. He felt a twinge of jealously and wondered if he would ever find love.

The Bet

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

“O.K. Tammy, here are the rules: Its 9 p.m. Friday, you have to stay in the house continuously until midnight Saturday. That means you can’t leave period. Not in the yard, not on the porch. Yes, in the house, and you have to sleep in the old ladies bed,” Amy chimed in.

Sue, Amy and Tammy were friends even though Sue and Amy always stuck together. Tammy didn’t really mind too much, as she’d always been kind of a loner. Sue was a rich brat from New England. Her bleach blonde hair and expensive cloths were a show. She was very pretty with nice sized breasts and a firm curvy ass.

The Book of Bondage

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

Author's Note: The original version of this story was the first mainstream story that I ever wrote. Recently, I got the idea to rewrite it with a bondage theme, and in some ways I think it actually works better (at the metaphorical level) this way.

That said, the story is definitely a bit heavier on the story than it is on the bondage; but that’s not all that uncommon for my work, I think.

The Bookworm

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

Author's Note: A young woman’s journey from being a wallflower.

Prologue

A bookstore.

The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation…

The Bracelet Club

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

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

The Challenge

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

Authors Note: I haven’t written in a while, but I just had this fantasy the other night and I decided to write a story about it. Hope you enjoy it. As Always, leave comments about how you think it should end or just things that should happen.

There I was, standing in front of the combination of four weeks of planing and saving my hard earned cash. Sitting in front of me on my bed were several items; a pair of 10 inch vibrators with built in electric pads, handcuffs with a special wireless lock, a good amount of pink nylon rope and the special glue. It had cost me several hundred dollars but I knew it would be worth it. I had decided to set myself up in predicament bondage and only I could decide my fate.

The Chastity Belt

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

Chapter I - Caught

Dennis had suspected for a long time that his wife Becky was screwing around on him. He came home one day just as a man came out of his house and was leaving. When Dennis got in the house, Becky was really in a strange mood. The way she acted Dennis figured was the final proof that she had just been screwed. So Dennis decided it was time to do something about it. Dennis got on his computer to learn where he could obtain a chastity belt for Becky. In a few days a large blue envelope came for Dennis.

The Chastity Corset

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

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko

Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think.

The Chastity Diaper

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

Author's Note: This story is about a Chastity Belt that looks like a thick diaper. It is not an adult baby story or diaper story. Instead, it it a ‘beware of what you wish for’ story.

Chapter 1

My brand new chastity belt finally arrived straight from the American 3-D CAD Printing Company. It was a beautiful lightweight design that strongly resembled a very thick adult diaper in every way. The only thing it did not do was crinkle. They told me they could make it smaller, slimmer and less noticeable, but I explained I really liked wearing thick diapers, so it would not be an issue. Besides, I also said I really wanted the chastity belt to be substantial so I could not feel anything between my legs. Besides, I secretly wanted everyone to think I was diapered all the time. So when the designer asked me how thick I wanted the hard chastity diaper, I told him to I wanted him to imagine it as thick as three over-night diapers designed for people who constantly wet. When he asked me if I was sure, I answered an enthusiastic, “Yes, I want to have a really big ass. I want my ass so big that I have to have special pants made to cover it.”

The Chastity Maid

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

The slave named by Mistress Cordelia as Bunny waited patiently outside her house in his car. Or, rather, waited impatiently. But the impatience wasn’t because Mistress was late, it was because the almost two months (one month, three weeks, four days and six-and-a-half hours since his last orgasm , he calculated) spent in the chastity device was now really beginning to get to him. The first couple of weeks had been a bit of a joke and he had achieved the objective of one month which Mistress had set him, but now the whole thing was beginning to grate. He was going to have it out with Mistress (no pun intended, he told himself) and within a few hours at most he’d be out of the hard, unforgiving chastity device and into the soft, wet pussy of that local escort he’d struck up a regular ‘arrangement’ with, Sally. He had even already booked dinner and ‘afters’ with her that evening. As his cock tightened within the confines of the device the little bumps on its inside bit and caused him to squirm. He flushed, fidgeted and thumped the car steering wheel. How had he got himself into this?

The Chastity Trap

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

Being married for a year I never told my wife that I had an interest in enforced chastity and women’s lycra clothing like leotards, sports bras, bottoms and tights. I guess I should given the situation I’m in. I found out the hard way that my wife had an interest herself. As a teenager she was forced to wear extremely tight girdles, all in ones, and bras that where locked on in a way that her mother would know if they had been removed. It was a turn on for here as she grew older and she had interest in it for me.

The Coincidence

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

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The College Coed

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

My name is Sarah and I am an art major in my third year in college with my boyfriend that is also an art major but in photography. I stand 5’ 6” with C-size breast; brunette hair at upper back length, my figure is slim and very sexy. I thoroughly enjoy standing in front of my full length mirror admiring my sexy curves and smooth skin. I also am the captain of the volleyball team, swim team and cheerleader for most of the other sports I am not involved with. My first experience with bondage came with my last boyfriend that became a complete jack ass and left me for some dyke. That’s neither here nor there. This is about that bondage desire and need that I was too nervous to tell me current boy friend about until…

The Consequences of Bad Behavior

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

I was startled awake by the wooden crate opening. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I saw the still pissed-off face of my Mistress staring down at me through the cage bars. Last night I was caught (again) attempting to pleasure myself through the openings in the steel chastity device I was locked into. This time she finally had enough of my disobedience and, as punishment, decided I would be spending the night securely locked away in the basement. So, after ordering me to strip, which I did immediately, she fitted me into a latex strait jacket. It had purposely been purchased one size too small so as to make it extremely uncomfortable when buckled. She made sure to pull the two leg straps extra tight and my painful grimace brought a sinister smile to her face. Next came a pair of steel police ankle shackles and an extra large ball gag. The gag was a harness style and she made sure the straps that buckled around my head were also pulled extra tight. Despite the fact that there was no chance of me removing them, she still placed small padlocks through all the locking straps on my straitjacket as well as on the gag, more for effect than to prevent escape. She then padlocked a thick chain to the steel collar already around my neck and, with just a nod, beckoned me to follow. Keeping up with her as we climbed down the two flights of stairs from her bedroom to the basement was difficult, hobbled by the short chain, but angry as she was, I knew better than to do anything but stay closely behind. After all, the last thing I wanted to do was to give her a reason to be any angrier.

The Convention

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

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a fairly lengthy story I have been working on. The story itself serves as the introduction to the first character of what I hope to develop into a small series of stories. Having now taken a short break after writing 28 chapters, I am reading back and questioning some of my decisions. Because of this I have decided to post the first nine chapters, the ones I am happiest with, and solicit any suggestions or advice for where readers think the story (or series) should go, or improvements to what I have. Please comment or e-mail me your suggestions. Enjoy!

The Countess of Symiade

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

Author's Note: This is chapter one of a forthcoming novel about the BDSM adventures of a female artist abducted in southern France.

Chapter 1: Abducted

The afternoon quiet had settled over the provincial town of Aix-en-Provence. A bright Mediterranean sun was beating down on the Cours Mirabeau when she emerged from ‘Les Deux Garcons.’ Paula blinked at the glare as and walked off, a little unsteadily after a luxurious lunch with the gallery owner. They had celebrated the end of a very successful 10-day exhibition. Almost all of her exhibited work had been sold. Each day she had spoken to very interested potential customers. One of them even had talked about a commission to decorate his villa in Antibes….

The Country Weekend

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

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life…

1. A Victorian Evening…

‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’

The Crime

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

The crime:

My name is Jessica and I’m writing a story about my crime and my time in prison. It all started back in July of 2025. I recent law had been passed that all sexual crimes are treated differently from other types. Special prisons were built to handle these types of offenders more severely to keep our public safe.

I was in a relationship with my partner Katie. We had been together for 5 years when she decided to cheat on me. She met a girl named Charlotte at a bar while I was on a business trip. When I got home a day early to surprise Katie, I found her in our bed with Charlotte. Katie never showed me her kinky side but Charlotte was handcuffed to the 4 corners of the bed while Katie ate out her pussy.

The Crossing

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

Author's Note: This is the first chapters of a two part story

Part I - March 29-2017

There are times in one’s life, that a simple decision to take a much-needed trip turn out to be more than one asks for. That doesn’t mean that the original intention of taking that trip was ill advised, or that the measurement after the fact is nothing more than playing a Monday Morning Quarter Back after the Sundays Game, it just gives one the ability to Ponder Life’s Destiny and Life’s Meaning.

The Curator

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

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best.

_Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.*

The Curse of Queen Sarah

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

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell.

The Day!

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

Author's Note: As usual, this is fiction. It is 1rst person because, well, that is the view point character. “I” gets capitalized if it begins a sentence. Oh, if you read this on another site, good eyes. I’m the author that submitted it there.:) The bondage is almost secondary to the power exchange.

i await her. The damn Chastity Device is off and i’m rock hard but these restraints mean i can’t do anything about that. She knows it. She loves the irony. She loves my suffering. i love her for loving my suffering.

The Dice Game

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

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Dinner Party

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

Author's Note: sorta a rough draft , created from a erotic poem I wrote

Here I am bound bent over a coffee table. I have been this way for hours. Ever since the dinner party turned into a night of entertainment. My Dominus bound me here for her friends to use as they see fit. My lingerie is torn, my ass is red from multiple spankings, I have been fucked so many times by strap-on and the real thing I have lost count. My jaw aches from all the cock and all pussy I have pleased. The whole time I have been locked in my chastity belt. Denied an orgasm or even the right to be turned on by current state.

The Display Model

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

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “it is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.”

Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist.

The Doctors' Office

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

The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device.

I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking.

The Dominant

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

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

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 Experiment

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

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated.

Chapter I - The Prep

The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects.

The Extended Contract

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

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

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

The Family Estate

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

Chapter 1: Gateway

Connie, Alice and Kelly couldn’t believe how quickly civilization disappeared behind them. The string of potholes called a road wasn’t even wide enough for two cars to pass at the same time while keeping all four wheels on the pavement. It all added to the sense of adventure. This would be Kelly’s first time to the family estate: the “haunted” family estate.

The stories from her childhood swam in her head. Most of them had seemed like tall-tales when she got older, and she didn’t really believe in the supernatural now. Still, those stories carried such an emotional weight that she couldn’t help but to be nervous and perhaps even a little fearful. Her feelings were contagious; Connie and Alice looked nervous as well. This was going to be a Halloween to remember for the three of them. Connie and Alice couldn’t wait to see a real ghost. They were giving up their fall break at the university to come with her. No one really expected anything to happen, but it would be fun nonetheless.

The Fire Within

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

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired.

The Game

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

Kelly’s head was pounding. That and where ever she was damm cold. Complicating matters was she was completely naked. She looked around. She stood in a white room with a molded white table and chair that looked like part of the floor. One end had a computer screen with one green and one red buttons under it. The other end had a series of red drawers. Twelve in all. Each drawer had a keypad. She remembered backpacking through Europe with her friend and stopping off at a little hostile/inn and then drinking too damm much beer. Her friend. Lynn was not in the room with her. Was she dead? No, she did not think so. Where was she? A mental ward? No, at least the would have given her something to wear. The screen beeped. She read what was on it.

The Gingerbread House

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

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment.

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Good Education

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

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror.

The Growth and Evolution of a Domme

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

Part I

This is my first time writing about my bondage experiences, although I’ve been a bondage enthusiast and practitioner since childhood. I was always fascinated by bondage, and I loved to see a girl or boy tied up on the TV. I also noticed that on TV most captives weren’t tied very well, and I figured that I’d be able to escape from each of those tie-ups and how I could do a better job of tying. Bondage so filled my mind that I was constantly thinking about ways to tie people and ways to escape from those ties. When I finally started actively participating, it was as if I had years of experience. This is a recounting of my first actual bondage experience. It’s a long story that I’ll tell in several parts, but looking back at it I can see how strongly it shaped my bondage life since. Come to think of it my brother’s life was rather strongly influenced as well.

The Highest Bidder

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

The lights in the apartment were off. Only a faint blue haze from the glow of the computer screen dimly illuminated the room. It shone on the face of the young lady in front of it, making it appear pale, ghostly. Jennifer was hunkered over the screen reading the description of the item she had found on eBay. Her heart thudded at a trip hammer pace, her breath caught in her chest. It read

The Hiker

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

Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse. It was only three weeks since I had cleared my workshop of the last project. My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker.

She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5'2", body screaming for attention. I ran the picture through my mental computer. Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse. Over her left shoulder a half empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like girl in her late teens or early twenties.

The Holiday Gift

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

Author's Note: A young woman and her ‘man’ spend their first Christmas Eve together

As she settled into the backseat of the cab for her ride home, after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female coworkers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed, since they had moved in together ten months earlier, and she didn’t quite know how to react. After a surprising number of gentle pleadings on his part, in a moment of unusual weakness, she had finally acquiesced in allowing him to decorate the apartment in a holiday spirit, and then prepare a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast for them. She had been adamant, however, that any and all such preparations would be limited to this one day, so Reed had taken the whole day off from work, to be able to get everything prepared for his special celebration.

The Honeypot

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

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”.

Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now.

“Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored.

I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom.

The Hotel

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

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it.

Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop

My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her.

The Hotel

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

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The Hunger Game

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

Author's Note: This is a sci-fi bondage story based on a very popular book and film series. This is my first story on this site, so please give as much helpful feedback as possible in the comments. If you like this I’ll probably continue writing in another part. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Kat was woken by a harsh, repetitive beeping sound. Opening her eyes, she saw that the sound was coming from a small red timer, counting down second-by-second. 58… 57… 56… 55… Kat was very confused. The last thing she remembered was talking to a tall, shy man in her student coffee shop. He seemed pretty friendly, his name was Kevin… or was it Keith? Anyway, all she could remember after that was a stinking cloth being held to her face the moment she walked into her flat. The dull headache and sense of nausea in Kat’s stomach slowed her waking, and she struggled to take in her surroundings. The timer appeared sideways in her vision and was floating, seemingly impossibly, in mid-air. Light from the opening of what appeared to be a cave hurt her eyes, and she could feel mud and stones against her left arm and bare ass. She attempted to reach out to touch the timer, to somehow stop the piercing noise in her now sensitive ears, only to find that her wrists were locked together behind her back. Looking at her naked body, she noticed a thick metal belt around her abdomen, with a large black button at the front. She could just about see that her wrists were encased in some sort of hi-tech bracelets, as were her ankles. Suddenly her senses came to life as she started to panic. Where am I? Who bound my wrists together? What does this timer mean? Is it a bomb?! 16… 15… 14… Kat sat up and squirmed away from the red display as best she could, covering her lower body in mud, until her back was pressed up against the cold rock wall of the cave. 6… 5… 4… She closed her eyes, hearing the last beeps 3… 2… 1… 0… Her arms flopped beside her as the cuffs released.

The Hunger Game Part II: An Exchange of Power

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

Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is the sequel to my original story, ‘The Hunger Game’. Below is a brief summary of the plot so far for newcomers, however I recommend that you read the original before starting this one. The story is set several hundred years in the future. Here’s the plot so far:

Kat, the main character, is abducted, and wakes naked in the wilderness, with metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a metal belt with a large button. She discovers that she is in some sort of ‘game’, run on points called ‘Arousal Points’, or ‘AP’, which can be used to buy food, ’time’, and a way out of the game. To obtain these Arousal Points she must sexually stimulate a slave. To obtain a slave she must simply press the button on their belt. This will give one hour of control (more time can be bought). Once a slave is under someone’s control, they can use a diverse voice-command system to materialise and control hi-tech bondage equipment, along with various other toys.

The Hunted

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

Jennifer Holt was in a hurry to reach her third story loft, for tomorrow was the big day at work when she would actually have a real meeting with her new boss. “The proper thing to do here is get a good nights rest,” she wisely thought. Jennifer had only hired on a week ago and events were happening almost too fast now for this very modest small town girl.

The Immigrant

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

Author's Note: This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

I wrote most of this story in about a month, then added the last few chapters over the next couple months, and now it’s been two more months and I can’t write another word of it. I will probably never finish it, I’m afraid. I’m not even sure what the appeal was in the first place. Do note that Gagged Utopia does not have a “transgender” tag, so consider this it. This story doesn’t take place in the real world or any particular fictional world. Feel free to email with any other feedback, although I rarely check my inbox, or leave a comment.

The Impalement of Mistress Simone

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

Author's Note: Mistress Simone is a real person and this is a fantasy she has. The Author originally wrote this story for her and is now publishing it to fulfill her fantasy.

If you liked this story or have any feedback please write to me at: www.torquemaster02@hotmail.com I enjoy the feedback and it helps to make me a better writer. I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I did writing it.

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 Investigation of Lieber Investments

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

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment.

This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

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

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!))

The Itch That Could Not Be Scratched

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

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author!

SISTER’S DEVOTION

Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks.

The Jeannie in the Bottle

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

Karen was a pretty girl of 24 slender build with large breasts and a firm round ass. Her hair was shiny golden natural blonde. She lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Working for a museum as a secretary she barely made enough to survive.

One day while cataloging some newly arrived artifacts from India she discovered a very interesting bottle. She began cleaning the bottle with a rag when smoke started spraying from the top. Concerned she set the bottle on the table and stepped back.

The Kennels

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

Chapter 1

When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a few steps behind this door what could only be described as a jail cell. The cell was about 10 foot square, solid stonewalls on three sides and bars at the front, and the ceiling was an old heavy brick arch.

The Key

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

Author's Note: Summary: A group of friends discover a chest full of very adults toys and clothing. What lurks inside will unlock their inhibitions, allow them to explore their desires and ultimately change their relationship for ever.

Notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote, I didn’t think it was that good and was reticent about publishing it. There is a partly written 2nd chapter which I may release depending on its reception. There are many ideas and concepts within this that appear in my later works.

The Key

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

Chapter I: A Conversation

“Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language.

The Keyholder

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

Part 1

“Just that please.” Ben mumbled as he nervously placed the steel chastity cage and padlock on the counter.

He was on his way back from drinks with the football team and the elation of winning combined with the alcohol had given him the courage to finally indulge one of his fantasies.

Careful not to make too much eye contact, he glanced briefly at the woman behind the counter, who smiled kindly as she wrapped the cage for him and took the cash. He was now really starting to feel embarrassed, but he had to continue with the plan.

The Lawyer

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

Part 1

Brad was on the plane en route to New York, sitting next to him was his lawyer. Emma was typical of a newly appointed big firm law partner, very profession and committed. She was also very good looking he thought, as he discreetly looked at the woman sitting in the seat next to him. Even though this was a long haul flight, she was wearing a dark skirt suit, with a surprisingly tight skirt, and was sitting upright in her seat typing away at her laptop; Brad had put his away and turned on the movie hours ago.

The Leather Twins

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

Chapter 1 – First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation.

The Long Road

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

Part 1

Kaylee’s 18th birthday was coming up soon, and she was looking forward to it. She’d been in a long term relationship with her highschool sweetheart, who was four years her senior. It hadn’t been hard to sweep Kaylee off her feet during her freshman year for Charles. The girl had been eager to start dating, as her parents hadn’t let her do so before high school.

At first their relationship was courtship, Charles wooing her with gifts and charm. She could hardly believe what was happening half the time; why would an upperclassman like Charles be interested in her? Kaylee didn’t think much of herself, much shorter than others in her year. She did however feel grateful that her body seemed impossible to put weight onto, though this too had its drawbacks. Now turning 18, she hadn’t grown as tall as others her age, standing at only 5'1", nor had she developed much in the way of breasts, to her disappointment. What little fat she did seem to manage to gain ended up in her butt, so she tended to wear tighter fitting pants and shorts to show it off. Her tan skin was mostly clear, save for a few freckles around her face and shoulders. Kaylee’s hair was light brown, often tied back into a low ponytail.

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 Maid's Maid

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

Chapter One

Serendipity is defined as “the occurrence of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. So let me tell you about my serendipity event . Two years ago during the summer before my final year in college I worked for a middle aged couple, Helen and David Roth in their commercial real estate business. They owned a couple of strip malls and a fairly large apartment building. Mrs. Roth was the power in their business. She worked the deals while David did the grunt work. Physically she was taller, heavier and I think a few years older than him. But it worked for them. I was hired to organize and digitize all their files. David was usually friendly to me, she on the other hand barley knew I was alive. Fast forward to about 10 weeks ago. I was on line and I Googled “Mature Dominatrix”. OK. That’s what I am into. At least as a fantasy. I live in the middle of nowhere where the closest pro Domme is a couple of hundred miles away. And at that time I doubted I would ever have the nerve to visit such a lady. So imagine the fucking shockwave that went through me when I found an online photo stream featuring Mrs. Roth. At first I thought it was one of those Google things. Maybe someone referred to her as a “Dominatrix of Business” or maybe a less than complimentary comment by an someone she went up against. There were lots of those. The heading on the photo stream said there were well over a thousand pictures. The first fifty or so showed her in her home, dressed in many different outfits. There were a lot more smiles in those pictures than I ever saw in the office. Some with David, some with her puppies. I was about to give up when a series of images of her in various undergarments started to display. Not Vickie’s Secret stuff, more like old style foundation garments. Long leg girdles and sturdy bras. Stuff woman of a certain age would have worn in the fifties. I was fascinated to say the least. And not a little excited. I continued through the pictures. More foundation garments with various see through baby dolls and teddies showing up and then I got to the money shot. Mrs. Helen Roth in knee high, high-heeled black leather boots, black fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt and a un buttoned white blouse hanging open. She wore no bra, but you couldn’t quite se her nipples on her large tits. She had a lethal looking leather paddle in her hand and I had my dick in mine. The next three picture were her in the same outfit in various poses. But it was the next one that so surprised me that I actually stopped what my hand was doing. This was not a picture of her. It was someone dressed as a fetish French maid. I didn’t really understand it until I read the caption. The maid was David, her husband.

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 Mansion

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

They were waiting for him when he arrived home. It was after midnight and the street was empty, so there was little chance that they would be seen. The white Ford van parked in front of the house would most likely go unnoticed because of the auto mechanic across the street. There were different cars parked on the block every day and chances were good that it had roused no suspicion at all. He had barely got out of his car when the back doors of the van flew open. Three women, all clad in the same black, skin-tight cat suits, came running towards him. Startled, he dropped his bag and tried to grab the maglite he kept next to the drivers’ seat, in an effort to defend himself. By this time they were already on him and one had placed a cloth drenched in chloroform ether over his face, which he quickly succumbed to.

The Meaning of Desperation

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

Author's Note: I read all comments.

If she could have spoken she would be berating herself, loudly. The thick rubber phallus filling her mouth stopped almost any sound, and it was held in place by the stretchy vinyl hood that covered everything but her nose and eyes, her long blonde hair poking through a hole in the back. The most noise she could make was an exasperated huff. Carrie’s thoughts were a blur, as they usually were for the first half hour or so after her tormentor finished with her, but one kept coming to the surface. Why do I keep letting her do this to me?

The Mocking Belt

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

I never was into any of that BDSM stuff - my husband should have known that but maybe it was his horniness and a hopeless overestimation of the power of pop cultural influence that made him think different. Anyway, the recent success of books like fifty shades of grey and my discovering of his online surf history did come in handy at a point where I loathed him so much that getting back at him was the only thing I desired, even if it meant my own downfall - if only I had known how deep I was going to fall…

The New Girl

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

Mark Jennings thought he had it made. He was very successful in Business. He was never had problems securing a date from some of the most attractive women in the city.

The only thing missing was the trophy wife.

Sure, when he needed an escort to a formal business function there was no shortage of women who were willing to accompany him to such functions. The problem was what happened when they opened their mouth.

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 New Sub-Contractor

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

Part 1

My beautiful wife and I are renovating our house by the lake. To save money at first, my wife did the work herself but, it cost a lot to finish the jobs. Then she hired the trades and that cost even more because with extra workers, she could do what seemed like endless additional jobs.

I came home the other night to a new twist to an old renovation idea. My wife wanted to hire a general contractor who could hire even more expensive trades and do even more and more jobs. All she really wanted was to remove the roof from the house and replace it with the one my wife said that she “always really wanted” and it will take only 8 working days and a lot of money. Needless to say I said “No way!” I would be working like a slave to this construction job and I couldn’t see any reason to give in….

The New Way of Things

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

Author's Note: My first story. My wife and I do a little chastity play and some bondage, but nothing to the level i’ve written this story to!

Chapter 1 – Life in Balance

Mistress D’s slave awoke as normal with a throbbing pain in his crotch. The plastic prison encasing his cock stifled his erection. His moans were lost in the penis gag that she had locked onto him, penetrating his mouth and throat whilst the thick, padded leather hood completed his sensory isolation. He tried to move but he was bound – arms locked in a single leather arm binder behind him, a collar chained to the radiator on the floor, legs bound by leather straps at his ankles, thighs and knees. He was going nowhere.

The Only Key

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

Part 1

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

The Only Part She Liked

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

Author's Note: This is a slightly shorter, but more extreme, version of the story posted on boundanna.com.

Part 1: The Stocks

Please don’t stop," Jazmin cried. “I’m almost there.”

“I’m sorry Honey, I’m done,” Viktor replied, withdrawing his penis from his wife’s vagina.

“Please Viktor, just a couple more thrusts.”

“Honey, you don’t understand, when we men have shot our load we go soft. We’re done; there’s nothing we can do about it.”

The Origin Story

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

Diary Entry: 29 May 2046

As she often does, Miss has given me a writing assignment to commemorate a significant passage of time. This coming week, on 31 May 2046, I mark my 48th birthday though this is not the significant date in question. Rather, I also mark 30 years in service to Miss, something that began on my 18th birthday three decades ago. She has asked me to write my origin story, such as it is.

The Owner & The Owned

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature and I have chose the single sentence paragraph to help make it flow easier. Depending on the reviews there may be a continuation.

Chapter One: THE AUCTION

The chill of the early fall breeze was causing the male captives to shiver as they stood bare naked on the auction platform with their wrists chained to the back of their necks.

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 Pony Girl Polo Club

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

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

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

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Price Of Fantasy (The Chastity Diaper 2)

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

Author's Note: Domina here! Now, this is a story I’d been wanting to write for a long while, and finally got around to doing it justice! You see, there’s another story here on GaggedUtopia called The Chasity Diaper by Jakie Fox. It always spoke to me deeply, but there was so much about the story itself that didn’t resonate with me that made me just want to rewrite it. In addition, someone had commenting asking if anyone out there would take up the mantle and continue the story. So I’m doing both! This story can be treated as a self-contained experience, or, if you want more, later you’ll be able to follow this poor character’s life in a branching story! I don’t have the logistics worked out quite yet, but depending on how much y’all love this piece, hopefully we’ll see it soon. <3

The Private Island

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

Author's Note: (This is series inspired by a short from Gromet’s Plaza: “The Box” by yourdbtop. It started as a writing experiment using only 1st and 2nd person pronouns, but I’ve been having too much fun with it since. I decided to share it piece by piece; if others enjoy it, perhaps I’ll keep going. Forewarning that while I love to be very descriptive, this is still a penned fantasy and not meant to be realistic. If you’re the type to complain about realism, consider leaving now.)

The Romban Guest

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

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email.

Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights.

The Savage

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

Author's Note: This is a translation to English of the longest story I ever written.

Please be aware that the English version is abridged from the original. When translating I tried to edit out any inconsistencies. I hope I got it right.

It is also a very dark story. When one vanilla person lives out his most twisted fantasies I guess we might end up with one story of domination and submission where the kink feels good and nice.

The Service

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

Part 1

It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door.

The Service Period

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

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true.

It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her.

The Sex Mummy

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

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up.

“Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked.

“Try it and see,” replied Candy.

The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis.

The Shelter

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

Chapter 1

Where do I start? … well, my name is Helen and I work as a Bond trader for a US investment bank in Canary Wharf. From losing my virginity at 15 I’ve always been promiscuous, my early years spent discovering the joys (or sometimes not) of teenage sex. At 22 I was introduced to bondage by a boyfriend’s father. To this day I’m not sure whether the incident was planned or a genuine opportunistic event, but it changed my life forever.

The Sissy Trap

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

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back, hope people enjoy it! I know it could be longer and more detailed, but i quite liked keeping it short.

malcom stood outside the bar for a moment composing himself, his nerves were threatening to consume him and ruin what had been months in the making. One of his hands unconsciously fell to his side, tracing the strap of the suspender belt he had been commanded to wear that evening. His instructions from Mistress were clear, go into the bar a 7pm sharpe, find a free table, order a lemonade and wait. With a sigh he walked into the bar and followed Her commands, his cock straining in the plastic chastity cage that had gripped it for the past month, denying him release from the sexual frustration he bore.

The Sisterhood

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

Part 1

Jim Duggan pulled his collar up against the cold rain sluicing down from a grey leaden sky. A biting wind was whipping the rain along the city streets causing people to cling closely to walls as they made their half-hearted way to their jobs. He had given up fighting the loosing battle of keeping his cigarette lit in such shitty weather; it hung forlornly from his tightly clenched lips. Monday mornings were bad enough, he thought to himself, without starting the day soaked to the skin.

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 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 Stamp Collection

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

Author's Note: This is my first submission, although I have sketched out a number of incomplete stories involving trickery of some kind. All criticisms and suggestions welcome, especially on style of writing.

Chapter 1 - The Chastity Belt

Ann and Mike had been happily married for fifteen years, except for one small problem. Her ability to achieve orgasm had been declining and now it was virtually non-existent. Their experiments with sex toys such as a vibrator had so far been unsuccessful, not because she didn’t respond to it, quite the opposite, she was too sensitive. She said that when the vibrator touched her it was like being unbearably tickled. It was too jarring and unsettling, making her quickly push it away.

The Story of Qiu Lian

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

Chapter One

Qiu Lian knew she was different ever since she was little. She couldn’t understand what it was, but Qiu felt different from “normal” girls her age. Qiu tried to explore herself and her feelings in an attempt to understand why she felt this way, becoming a deep introvert. Inside her own world, she lived her life, always enjoying solitude over the ‘idiotic’ babbling of other kids her age. She had friends, friends that Qiu valued deeply, but Qiu distanced herself from the rest of her rural village, being content with her own thoughts.

The Supermarket Trip

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

Author's Note: First attempt at a short story. Hope people like it.

A summer dress can hide a lot of things, Raquel hoped this one covered her and kept a little secret safe underneath. Her nipples rubbed against the light material sending shivers through her body as she moved towards the entrance of the supermarket.

Raquel was wearing a floaty summer dress which showed off her figure nicely and meant a number of men had already double taked as she walked past. Some of this was also down to the 6 inch heels she was wearing and having some difficulty walking from her Masters car. She hoped no one had spotted the padlocks on the heels forcing her to keep them on until her Master decided. Raquel loved the dress normally and the way it made men look at her, today she found the looks scary as she was sure they could tell what was going on under the dress.

The Switch 2

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

Author's Note: Follow-up to ‘The Switch’

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. I actually struck lucky when a girl, Jenny, agreed to let me tie her up if she could tie me up and, after some early adventures (see “The Switch” for details), we ended up living together.

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 Torture of Choice

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

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Track

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

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come.

Part 1

Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him.

The Trap

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

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Hello. Is there anybody there? I can hear the music, but I cannot see anything. If anybody is interested, can you please let me out? I will explain. This will take some time so please bear with me. It started a couple of years ago. I work as a writer. I write stories for newspapers and magazines. I make a good living from it and used to have a nice penthouse apartment overlooking the River Thames. My mind is mixed up over the tie I have been here, so please bear with me.

The Unfortunate Orphan

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

*The following is the first story of erotica which I ever penned. After sharing with friends, they wanted more. So the original ending was altered and more added. This happened a total of 6 times. This started off a long time ago, then was added to.

I hope you enjoy it. The codes listed are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. It needs some editing as originally the paragraphs were way to long, so expect updates to follow soon.*

The Uniform at University

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

My name is Katie and I am a freshman at an all-girls collage. My roommate and I both experimented with each other in our first semester and are now a couple. This particular collage has a very good reputation and has several companies that hire exclusively from its graduates. The college got bought by some rich business man and he had made some radical changes over winter break. First off tuition was now free. He was concerned with the amount of sex going on. Std’s were a problem as well as pregnancy and girls just being distracted. Any of these could lead a promising girl off her career track. He also thought that since uniforms help students do better in high school, they should be worn in college to. He wanted everyone to be judged on who they are and not just there looks. We were told we would be expelled if we did not comply with the new uniforms. We were told we would be provided all the clothing we needed. Since it was such a great school, it was worth any odd uniform request. We had to fill out an extensive contract over break. It mentioned punishments for misbehaving and restrains may be used as necessary to enforce good behavior. I never got in much trouble so I wasn’t worried.

The Vanilla Wife

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

Author's Note: Much of this story happened. I’ll leave it to the reader to determine how much. Further updates may come depending on events and on interest here.

Chapter 1: Kinky to Vanilla

Throughout my years as a single guy I had fantasized about a variety of bondage scenarios. I had dreamed of finding a partner who shared my love of kink. After a few failed relationships that bordered only slightly on kinky, I found the love of my love. She was smart, funny, kind, and the person that I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. She was also, without a doubt, vanilla when it came to sex. That wasn’t to say the sex wasn’t good. Far from it; we had an excellent sex life but we didn’t engage in anything I considered kinky.

The Visit

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

Author's Note: This is a silly little fictional story I wrote back in 2003. Suspension of disbelief will help. Hope you enjoy it.

I have been kinky for most my life, experimenting with self bondage at first, then chastity, then cross dressing in a limited fashion. It has really turned me on to be helpless, frustrated, and dressed in soft feminine clothing. There was only one thing lacking, and that was a big thing: someone else to play with.

The Weekend

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

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

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

Three Keys

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

Author's Note: I asked Laysan to write a short story to go in the novel I am working on. She asked me to post it for her as a standalone work. I will relate any feedback the story receives back to her and report her replies (appropriately filtered).

Laysan suggests to follow this story by watching the following youtube video entitled “Safe Inside”.

I am not the artist of the video. Nor do I know the artist. Laysan simply suggests that it feels the same as her mood when she wrote the story.

Through the Cracks

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

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.*

Part 1

In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence.

To Love & Obey

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

Chapter I: Assume the Position

I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time.

Toilet Training

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

Part 1: Day One

Our week starts on a Sunday afternoon. My wife is out of town for 10 days, out of the country even, and I have arranged with you to grant you control over me for seven days, inclusive, from Sunday 3 pm to Sunday 3 pm. We meet that afternoon and we visit the same airport hotel where we had played last. The scent of your incense masking the smell of decay in the room, I remove my clothes so you can inspect me and make sure I have followed your instructions. My public hair was gone–not merely shaven but waxed off smooth, nothing to be seen on my cock or scrotum.

Too Late Now

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

So here I am tied to my huge 4 post bed. I am kneeling legs around the pole, crossed and tied. My hands are tied behind my back. My girlfriend has me dressed in a little short sexy dress that she bought just for me, behind my back. I have some very high heels on as well, with my toenails and fingernails both done up with my face also receiving a very feminine makeover.

Too Much Pleasure

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

It all started so simply.

Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more than actual sex. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good.

Since she was 14 and had found her older sisters vibrating dildo in a drawer and played with it she had been hooked. The fear of getting caught borrowing the device instantly had her heart rate up, and her juices flowing. So for a long time she would wait until she had the house to herself, sneak into her sisters room and play with the dildo. At first she would always make herself cum as fast as she could because she was worried she would get caught. But soon there was a certain joy in extending the play… of teasing herself more and more, for longer and longer before that release. Every time she would tease herself more and more, for longer and longer, and each time her orgasms would grow in strength the longer she held off.

Too Quick to Click

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

Chapter One

Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours.

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.

Total Darkness

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

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession

Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since.

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.

Tough New Life

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

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley

Chapter 1

Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again.

Tourist Trap

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

Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories.

Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn’t make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn’t know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there.

Training Triplets

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

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt.

Transporting Leslie Adams

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

Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she’s not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn’t make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. “I’m here to pick up,” she double-checked the printout, “Leslie Adams.”

Trapped by His Own Devices

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

He lay there helpless in the dark. The dim lights and sounds emanating from the other room however reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was being left to suffer the cruel psychological torture that only sexual deprivation could provide him. He longed for release. He longed for satisfaction. He longed to cry out to his mistress. But a mouthful of rubber kept him from doing anything but wait.

“You should put the belt on,” she whispered with a devilish grin. The last day of her period was keeping them from enjoying a playful romp, but she wanted to make sure that he was horny for her tomorrow. She was ready for a spin in the sheets right now but he would have no part of it. A day of frustration for him meant some added insurance for her and her needs. Besides, he liked it even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Tri Lambda's Halloween Revenge

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

Chapter 1

The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions.

The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys.

Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights.

Trip to New York

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

I’m John, a highly successful investment banker. I’m working for a big investment organization in London and my job requires traveling quite often to our offices around the world. I’m a frequent flyer and, of course, my position allows me to travel business class. My marriage has not gone well. I know I was not faithful with my wife and kid, but in my position you just have to many opportunities. Short after I started dating my wife Kathy, I started to have sex with prostitutes, co-workers, and who ever was wearing a skirt. Thanks to my lawyers, I succeeded during the divorce and had only to pay the minimum for my wife Kathy and my daughter Linda.

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.

Two Ghosts

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

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace.

All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave.

Two Halves

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

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation.

Underview Resort

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

Author’s Note: This story is best read in the dark.

October 18th

Well Journal, I think I just may have had my final, real lucky break today. What’s that you ask? I’ve won something!? Yes, strange but true. The event? I’m part of a group that’s getting one week free at what is apparently the world’s best resort for kinksters the world over. That’s right, Underview resort! I know, interesting name. What’s really interesting though is that I’ve never heard of this place before. Neither has anyone else who have won the contest with me. Better list them out: Rhys, TJ, Steve, Reinette, Tiedash, Janey, and Slesia. I’m going to be staying with some of my friends from an online form at a resort where we can all indulge in our little fantasies and be free from prying eyes! This is all so cool! I think I’d better get some sleep. More to come.

Unexpected

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

Alex hung her head in defeat. Why hadn’t she listened to everyone’s warnings earlier? She sighed a little and closed her eyes. All there was left to do now was wait…

It was another rough night for Alex as she had attempted to sleep on the train. Not that she could sleep with all the butterflies flying around, making a nuisance of themselves in her stomach. She clicked the LED on her watch and the glowing numbers pronounced that it was 8:00am and that meant she had ten minutes until the train slowed and she could disembark.

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

Unexpected Mistress

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

Friday afternoons at work always tick by slowly. Even more slowly when you’re counting down the hours to fetish party that’s been on your mind all week.

I checked the clock: 3:30pm. The party didn’t begin until ten.

My experience thus far with such parties had been uniformly negative: sad, droopy older people and a ratio of men to women that was downright alarming. This was different. I had received a private invite from a group I’d found through a contact on Fetlife: unadvertised, with a strict age limit of 35, and a roughly even split of the sexes.

Unstoppable Kelly

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

Author's Note: Kelly and I go on our first movie date, and she finds out that she’s unstoppable.

Kelly came to visit me again and says she wants to see a new movie that’s out called “Unstoppable”, well I’m ever the gracious host so I’m going to take her. What she doesn’t know yet is that I’m going to make sure that it’s an experience she won’t forget.

I catch her getting out of the shower, before she even has a chance to grab her towel off the bar; I grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back. She starts mouthing off about needing to dry her hair, when I clamp my hand over her mouth and tell her sharply to shut up and mind her place. I turn her towards the vanity mirror and start drying her off, gently rubbing her body with the towel. She starts to relax and enjoy the sensual attention I giving her, caressing her smooth, soft skin with some extra love and caring as I reach her breasts. She moans softly as I work my way down her stomach and between her thighs, teasing her lightly with my fingers, before working down her legs to her feet.

Used

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

Author's Note: She said she would just use me for her pleasure!

The following is based on an actual scene with Mistress T. It is not an exact reproduction, but pretty close. Like most of my real life stories, certain details have been embellished either for details or to make the story flow a bit better.

“Subby, I’ve been spending way to much time on you. Today you will service me and then I will be leaving.” Her DM read.

Vault of Assumed Consent

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

Chapter I

Good morning babe! Watcha doin?

Hiya Sexy! just laying in bed thinking about you.

Watcha wearing?

Yes, I still have them on..

I can’t believe it! It’s been four days!

You told me not to take them off until I saw you again!

Good boy. Do you like the way they feel as much as you thought you might?

What I said was I didn’t think it was fair that girls underwear was made of sexier fabrics than boys.

Venus: A Bondage Epic

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

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master

“Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.”

With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body.

Veronica And Me

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

Author's Note: I am from a non english speaking country so please forgive some bad grammar and enjoy the story.

Hi dear readers. My mane is Leonard (called Leo by my friends) and I live in a town in the south of Sweden. So I hope that you will overlook my grammar.

When I grew up my family lived just 200 m from my parent’s best friends, the Josefsson who have a doter named Veronica. She and I are born just one month from each other, me being the oldest.

Violet Lovedoll

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

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving.

Violet Lovedoll 2

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

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her.

As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here.

Vyvian's Revenge

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

Author's Note: I would love to find a female slave to inslave with my husband in chastity. Maybe one day I will find her some where in VA where we live. In the meantime here is a little bit of work that I have written and posted on a few selected library sites. Please let me know what you think of them and send me suggestions and comments.

Chapter 1

Wanted: Male Slave

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

My apartment building has a bulletin board where people post notices. I always glance at it as I head for the elevator. Today there was a new piece. It read:

WANTED

Magnesium Added Lemon Extract

Small Large And Value Extra

A phone number was below this. I read it twice without understanding what they wanted. I used my ID card to access the elevator and I entered the waiting car.. As the elevators doors clanked shut I could see what the capital letters read:

Wasn't This What I Wished For?

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

My name is Charles and I have always been fascinated of chastity belts. I live in a non English speaking country in Europe, and I hope you will enjoy this story and forgive my poor grammar.

Ever since I first heard of that thing called a chastity belt on the schoolyard when I was 15 years old I have been fascinated of it. It was a boy one class over me that told a group of us that the knights during the dark ages had their wife locked in a chastity belt while they were away in a war somewhere. This would prevent the wife from having sex with some else. At first I did not believe him, but the others confirmed that it was true. I found this scenario very exciting, and we discussed it for the rest of the lunch break.

We Need to Talk

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

Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy the story. Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Desperate longing, desperate sexual desire course through my veins, consume me. A montage of images and scenes flood my mind, uncontrolled. Strong hands push me over a table. I’m helpless to stop my violation. Memories so fresh I can almost feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hard table, helpless to stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Leather restraints locked to cold hard steel keep me in place while a cruel crop bites into my tender flesh. Creamy thighs accentuated by a sexy skirt and oh so sexy shoes walking away from me, until all I’m left with is a view of the bars against the empty room and a desperate longing for her return. Soft tender lips passionately, lovingly, desperately kissing…a shoe. The image of a gold key against black nylon turns me into a wanton slut, please…Please…PLEASE!

We're In Trouble!

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

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome.

Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee.

“Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way.

Weekend in Bondage Chastity

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

I hurried home from the office last Friday evening eagerly looking forward to spending the weekend as a chained and chastised slave bitch. I had been planning this for over a week and had everything waiting for me when I got home. First I stripped out of my clothes and got my chastity belt ready. I was going to use the remote-control vibrating egg with my chastity belt for the first time. The vibrating egg was originally bought by my brother-in-law C.B. Phile for a remote-control egg he was trying to make, but he never could figure out how to build it so my ex- Master Jason finished it back when I was still living with him. Jason also fixed it so it could be randomly turned on-and-off using a timer he got from Radio Shack. I never have used it before, so I was excited to see how well it would work. Anyway I threaded the cable from the egg through the slit in my chastity belt’s crotch then put the belt on. I had a little trouble getting the egg into my pussy and keeping the cable from slipping back through the slit, but once I had it up in me and locked the belt on it couldn’t come out. Then I put the free end of the cable and plugged it into the receiver box which clips onto the back of my belt’s waistband. Now I was naked wearing just my locked chastity belt with the remote control egg in my pussy. I was already excited knowing I would be stuck like this until I could get to the keys to my belt back at my office on Monday morning!

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.

Wench's Nipple Party

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

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with.

I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not.

Wendy's Woes

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

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed

Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it.

What a Day

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

Part 1

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted.

The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

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

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned…

Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story!

It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after.

What Friends Are For

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

_Author's Note: Please note that this is my first story and all constructive critism would be greatly appreciated. _edit* Thank you for all your support and comments, apologies for the long wait for the conclusion to the story*

Chapter 1

Sophie was 18; she had looks that most women would die for. Her hair was a gorgeous brown colour which flowed to around 2 inches below her shoulder line. She had icy-blue eyes and a very slightly pale skin tone. She was still a bit depressed when her boyfriend dumped her for a girl whom Sophie did not like one bit. In order to cheer her up, her best friend Sammy had invited her to her house for the weekend as Sammy’s mother was visiting friends in the Lake District which, by train, was two hours away so there would be minimal disturbances from her for the duration.

What Happens in Vegas....

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

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story.

Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire

Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing.

What have I Done?

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

After a busy day in the office Sharon finally arrived home to her large apartment on the 13th floor. Sharon was a young girl of 24 with blonde/brown hair and a slim body. Sharon was concentrating to much on her career that she had forgot about her social life. The boys always hit on her in the office or on the street, they all wanted her. They all wanted that tight pussy that’s between those sexy legs of hers, but Sharon had no time for all that.

What The Fuck?

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

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;)

The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same.

What You Wish For

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

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations

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

White Flag (Mad Crazy Love)

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

Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting.

Chapter 1

I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again.

Who Dares?

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

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns.

Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love.

Whose Really Fishing?

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

Part 1

About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group.

I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill.

Winry's New Mistress

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

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

Chapter 1

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

Winter Break Distraction

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

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane.

Winter Daze

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

Author's Note: This is my life.

The rain was falling and another day was to be spent inside looking out into a world filled with grey clouds and a low overcast sky. I had hoped for some time that the weather would improve as to allow for a nice walk outside in the brisk winter air which was hovering around 2 degrees Celsius.

I sat at the computer and wondered where things would go from here and asked myself what I was going to do with the rest of my day.

Work Surprise

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

Author's Note: An improbable but fun little work story I started. As usual I welcome your comments, ideas and critique.

Chapter 1

My friend from work, Jack, had called me over to visit him urgently, and I was not sure why. He had been alluding to wanting to show me something important for a while though, so I decided to go over, since he only lived a few miles away.

Worth Waiting For

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

Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this

Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”