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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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? ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...