Chastity

Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1. Chapter 1 - The Massage Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement. ...

Author's Note: A parallel story to ‘Bondagent - Mission Dark Cloud’, not essential reading before this one as this is a ‘stand-a-lone story’ but of interest if you like background to some of the characters. 1. Assassin This was a much better mission, far more suited to my natural skills as an assassin than my previous task, basically baby-sitting the new girl Sandy Dearing or at least keeping ob’s on her and her apartment while she infiltrated the terrorist organisation in operation Dark Cloud. Although it had been effectively a year’s rest from front-line duties and getting to play with Sandy in bondage was a huge and enjoyable bonus; so good I still meet up and play with her whenever the opportunity arises; her and her girlfriend ‘Bronze’ Debbie and to get to do sexually evil things to them both. ...

1. Recruitment Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it. I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class. ...

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city. Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too. Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples. ...

Author's Note: I just wanted to try my hand at a different type of story…for me at least. Let me know if I should continue it. Chapter One Bonita threw the paper aside in disgust. “There’s nothing playing! Is our second date too early for me to tie you up and fuck your brains out?” I was about to mention wanting to see the new Pixar feature, when the second part of her speech reached my brain. There was a definite offer of sex, but there was also a condition. ...

It started like any other night, my Mistress wife was working til midnight then would be home. She left me chores to do once I was dressed and how to be tied when she got home. Only this night ended up different. I did my chores as instructed and tied my ankles, knees and thighs. I am as always in my chastity belt. I was under the chain suspended from the ceiling, my collar was locked on and I was ballgagged and blindfolded. This has been a position before so I was thinking I knew what was coming. She would put me in a mild strappedo while she took a shower, masturbate on the bed so I could hear her then let me down on the floor, hogtie me and throw me a pillow so I could sleep. I was okay with this because I liked this routine. ...

After months of searching online for a partner in BDSM, I gave up. I tried all major adult sites and even Chinese ones, exchanged emails and chatted with some of the members, but none I met was serious about leading me in BDSM, and none was interested in developing a viable relationship. All they ever do was requesting to see my boobs, or me to masturbate on webcam and all kind of selfish and ridiculous requests. They were all so indulged in their own fantasy that none really cared about how I feel. ...

Part 1 Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely. ...

Author's Note: Story is based entirely on fictional characters and events..but man would it be fun to play out in real life wouldn’t it? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. More to come. Part 1 I couldn’t believe I had just walked past one of my better friends, completely naked with little to no thought. I was following basically a complete stranger. Let me rewind. My name is Brittany. I’m in my - well, let’s say late 20’s. I’m tall, long chest length red hair, perky chest, and a tight ass. I’m no looker, but I’m height / weight proportionate, and I think reasonably attractive. ...

Author's Note: This was a nice story to write Today was not unlike any other day except that for today it was going to be unique and special. It had started off like any other morning, waking up in bed laying next to the man who had over time became very dear to me. Dear in ways to which I would have ever dreamed were possible. I had often thought about living such a life and I am grateful for those memories which brought them all to reality. ...