Chastity

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.) ...

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.” ...

1. 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...