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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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 [email protected] 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! ...
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. ...
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. ...
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 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. ...