Chastity

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

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 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? ...

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. ...

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.* ...

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. ...