Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were. EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom’s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I’d be interested to hear in the comments. ...
Although she was 3000 miles away, my Mistress and I had discussed me wearing a padlock on my balls and being under her control for 24 hours. This spring it came true. One morning, I woke up to her email with instructions on how it would work… *Slave, Today you will be wearing a padlock and be under my control for 24 hours.* FedEx will be delivering a package to you this morning. In it, you will find a padlock. ...
Here I am squatted down in somewhat of a upright fetal position in the shadows of a dirty closet on the first floor of a filthy abandoned building on Lake Street about six blocks West of downtown Chicago on a balmy Friday night in July. My name is Alicia. My black leather elbow length gloved hands are locked behind my back at the wrists with a medium sized brass “master Lock” attached to a leather lead strap that is connected to a posture collar that is locked about my neck. The posture collar is firmly holding on my head a black leather lace up hood with openings for my eyes, two small holes for my nose and a small hole where the mouth would be. Under that hood is a large red ball gag tightly buckled between my red painted lips that all but covers the mouth hole in the mask. My ankles of my black size 8 knee high lace up leather boots with a 5 inch heal are locked together with another larger brass “Master Lock” that allows for 2-3 inches of gap between the ankles. My Black pleated latex skirt has risen up to expose my sheer thigh high stockings and lace garter belts. I’m not wearing any panties. They had been replaced by a length of chrome chain that is wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled roughly between my legs and is locked just below the small of my back with another small brass “master lock.” The chain has become my steel g-string digging deeply into the soft flesh between my legs. The chain is not without purpose. Its application was to hold the large black butt plug and the 6-inch extra thick black latex dildo tightly in place. I did not use any vibrators on this trip I had been a “bad girl” and I needed punished. ...
This is a story from when I was in college, but still living at home. The school was nearby, and commuting was cheaper than living on-campus. Usually, as a result, I have little time with the house to myself. This particular day, one of my classes was cancelled, and so I came home early to get work done. I was pleasantly surprised to find the house empty. Not knowing for how long, the risk of discovery gave me a bit of a tingle, and I decided to have a little fun… ...
Introduction Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways. ...
Chapter 1 It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her. Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect. ...
Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn. Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format). ...
Author's Note: What goes throught the mind of a young woman who, due to extreme economical problems, has sold herself into slavery and now awaits the beginning of her new life? Compounding the stress is the fact that her decision is not final until a prescribed waiting period has been completed. April signed the agreement; she put the pen on the desk and slowly stood up. She then watched as the woman seated on the other side of the desk turned the papers around and carefully flipped through the pages insuring that each of the required places for initials had been properly marked and that April’s signature was properly placed and dated. Seemingly satisfied she placed the paperwork into a file the tab of which showed April’s full name and the date of April 2, 2012, her date of birth, eighteen years ago today. The woman nodded to a woman standing near the door. The woman stepped forward holding something silver in color in front of her. ...
Author's Note: This came out quite a bit longer than I originally intended. Part 1 It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion. ...
Author's Note: A cautionary tale - always read the small print before you sign Lucy scrutinised the small ad in the local newspaper for a second time, not quite believing her own eyes. If what she’d just read was for real, then it was a dream come true. It just couldn’t be, could it? But there it was in black and white before her very eyes: “Wanted. Aspiring actress, aged 18-25, for lead role in a local independent film production. ...