Chastity

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! ...

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! ...

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. ...

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 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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”. ...

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. ...