Consensual on Utopia Stories Library

2 for 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

24-Hour Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

32 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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 They had been replaced by a length of chrome chain that is wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled roughly between my legs and is locked just below the small of my back with another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.

3mm From Disaster

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

48 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

48hrs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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).

72 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Beautiful Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Binding Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

A Birthday Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It’s my first time writing something like this and I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments. I plan to continue working on and developing this story as time permits. Hope you enjoy the story!

Part 1

The lipstick was cool to the touch as Amber gently applied the bright red color to her lips. Taking the greatest of care to not smear it, she popped the cap back on the stick and sat it on the vanity counter. A big smile spread across her face as she stared, more than satisfied, at the reflection in front of her. Long blonde hair glowed in the evening sun as it curled and cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her gentle face and crystal blue eyes. Bright red lips added a shock of color and seduction to her face. A thin white silk robe wrapped itself around her slender frame, teasing the suppleness of her chest and the nudity beneath.

A Business Transaction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I see you like the service today,” my host said smiling.

I glanced over at the serving girl. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform though she was clearly in her early 20s. She wore high heels, knee-high stockings, a short red skirt and a tight red blazer over a blouse and tie. Her long black hair was in two pony tails.

I was visiting the sheltered Villa up in the mountains, of my host, who was a very rich and elusive businessman, whom I was trying to convince to invest in our business. I had been warned that his tastes were esoteric, but I had willingly signed a confidentiality agreement before coming, thinking of the potential millions his money would bring my company but having little idea what would really await me.

A Christmas Carol

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Carol had just turned twenty. She had been dumped by her boyfriend once more. Oh yes, she could tell you a few things about boys. They were only after her body. When they realised she wanted to be a virgin when she got married, they ran a mile! It was not as if she did not jerk them off. Although she loved to tie them up first before she did it. A few liked that, especially Alan. She cried her heart out when he left. Keith liked her tossing him off, but was not struck on the being tied up! He would not tie her up and frig her so she had to make do with self bondage and her trusty friend, Roger the rabbit!

A Common Problem

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

“Bowling? Really? It’s an unusual injury to get from bowling.”

The doctor didn’t sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. “Er, yes, bowling.”

“And so how often do you go bowling?”

It wasn’t going to work, but I thought I’d try to bluff it through. “Um, well, about… once in a while…”

The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. “Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling.”

A Complete Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want.

Prologue

Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone.

**ring**

Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer.

A Cum Addiction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Belle had been angrily pounding her keyboard for hours. She was trying to purchase a new sex toy online but her computer kept freezing up.

“Dammit!” She hissed, then called, “Master!”

Another voice called back from the other room.

“Yes, slave?”

Belle grew grew nervous, her anger forgotten. She knew she should have asked Master for permission to speak— which, between them, involved not speaking but Bella going to Master and kneeling, head bowed, until he acknowledged her.

A Daddy and a Bad Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wrote this for a friend in exchange for something that is none of your business :P

Haven’t done a huge amount of Daddy/Little play so if some bits are off feel free to let me know. Hope you enjoy. RJW

Amber lay on the bed that had been her world for the past hour, nothing occurring beyond the 4 edges of that mattress could possibly matter. Nothing other than his hands working their way across her body, nothing other than his kisses up the inside of her thighs, nothing other than the feel of his hair in between her fingers as his mouth worked magic in between her leg and she whispered ‘oh daddy please’ again and again. Now he lay above her his hands either side of her face, the cock she worshipped and loved so much pushing in and out of her while his mouth worked its way down her neck to her nipples.

A Dangerous Family Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Game Players:

Carina, or Carrie, that’s me – age 18, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 165 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/30 waist/42 hips.

Cassandra, my mother – age 40, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 160 pounds. Measurements, 40C bust/32 waist/40 hips.

Janine, my grandmother, Cassandra’s Mother – age 59, height 5 foot 10 inches, weight 170 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/34 waist/44 hips.

The two people closest to me are my mom and my grandma. Mom and I have been a single parent household for a long time now, and grandma Jan is so often involved with us too. We are all lesbians and a bit kinky, and all pretty much Domme too. But we don’t compete or try to push each other around, everyone’s comfortable. And we are not sexual with each other, but very open about our sex lives and preferences and kinks. I’m close to mom now, but right after the divorce, it was kind of difficult for me to communicate with her. She was loving and did her best with me, and I realize now that I was just generally hurt and confused at that time. So when I was discovering my sexuality I would always go to grandma Jan to ask questions and talk about things that were on my mind. She was really my mentor, sexually and as a Domme. I finally relaxed with mom too, and we were also very frank and open about the same things.

A Dark Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story I am submitting for review, please let me know what you think. If people like it I may add more in the future.

A knock at the door and a moment of hesitation, she opens the door knowing that this is her last act of freedom. When she opens the door a man in denim pants and a brilliant white shirt walks in the door, taking her face in his hand. With this simple gesture she asks “Master may I close the door?” To which she is promptly told “NO, you will accept my collar before all who wish to watch.”

A Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Though the scene does not focus on the transsexual part, I felt it best to be honest and disclose that part as this is a fantasy of mine and most of it was enacted one day not too long ago.

Amber listened as the footfalls indicated her ‘date’ had gone back upstairs. His last words sent shivers down her spine, “When I return, you will be calling me Master and submitting to me totally.” Her only means of communicating were grunts, tears and body language as she tried to plead to him as he departed.

A Day Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t get a lot of opportunities to indulge in self-bondage nor do my wife and I get to explore bondage as much as we would like. What with my wife’s schedule and having an almost teenage daughter around. But today all the stars aligned and lo and behold here I am with a Sunday all to myself. What to do?

I only realised Saturday as I was slogging through a workday that I normally don’t work that I had the day to myself. Visions of sugarplums. No that’s the wrong story! I ran through a library of scenarios. It has been so long I didn’t know where to begin. Even by the time I finally went to bed Saturday night I still had no idea what I would do but I knew I needed to do something. It’s the few and far between thing.

A Day of Firsts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of part fiction, part real. The leather straitjacket is real, but the pegging is still out there. Give me time.:)

A second story is in the works. Same two people.

It was one of those rare nights when I actually sleep well. I knew from the night before today would be a special day and considering we had not done anything in the area of play in some time, I knew Domina had a major idea for me, I just did not realize at the time just what exactly it was. I normally sleep in my chastity cage, but last night, Domina neglected to put it on me. I really didn’t think anything of it at the time.

A Day to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. Most of the activities in this story have actually happened, although not necessarily at the same time.

A Dream Come True

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I have been a happily married man for over 20 years. My wife is a great woman and has always been there for me. Over the years our sex life has dwindled, not for the lack of wanting, more for the lack of time and energy. As I have gotten older my passion for sex has not died, just been put on hold. I recently started to visit newsgroups on the net to get ideas on how to spice things up. I have always been a little kinky and a little submissive, but my wife has never really gotten into it. That was until the other night. A few weeks earlier I had received a nice bonus from work and decided to use the money for some new toys for us to try. I had found a site on-line with 2 toys that really grabbed my interest, the Sybian and Venus 2000. I couldn’t believe the prices, but the testimonials made me want to investigate further. I ordered movies on the Sybian and was amazed!!! I had to buy one and so I did. I also bought the Venus 2000 for me, hoping my wife would want to try them out. Well, when they arrived I couldn’t wait to try them out. I unpacked them and put them away were my wife wouldn’t see them until I was ready. I started making dinner and when she arrived home I had her favorite drink (Creamsicle) waiting for her. I told her that dinner would be a while and suggested that she go take a hot bath and relax. While she was soaking I refilled her drink and got dinner ready. I had clothing laid out on the bed for her (a nice sexy nightie that she hadn’t worn in quite some time). We had dinner and I told her to go relax and I would clean up. I refreshed her drink and continued with my chores. Once I was done with the cleanup I excused myself and went into the bedroom to prepare things. I took a quick shower and then pulled out our new toys. I put a video in the VCR and then went into the living room to get my wife.

A Fetish Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A small reading hint: the names may appear fantasy names, until you read them backwards.

Except of the city where it all takes place…..Just pronounce it;

This story is a saucier and more story-like rewrite of the original “Fetish and the Feast” of 2005

Chapter 1: Landing and arrival

As the hover-cruiser circled over the city, Ynroh-N-Toh looked out of the window.

The cabin crew had just given her a drink through the small ring-gag trainer which was strapped to her head. She had seen it in the mirror briefly, and she thought the purple colour of the straps looked good with the rest of her wedding outfit. She was glad the ring was small, about 1", for she had worn it quite some time. She could wriggle her lips a little bit around them to keep them from falling asleep, and to sort of smile at her wedding reception. Unfortunately, wriggling her lips increased the drooling, and the cabin crew was polite enough to wipe the worst away.

A Fetish Marriage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: After the initial story of A Fetish Honeymoon, I felt I had to revisit Citore Lauxes lady Ynroh-N-Toh & her Llud husband Rewollof again, to see how they were doing after some years of marriage. After all, married life is quite different then a honeymoon, even if it is on the planet Yoj-Xes!

For the new readers: if the names seem confusing, simply read them backwards and it’ll tell you more about the characters.

A Final Curiosity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

A Friendly Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Rob stood in the kitchen of his studio apartment. His friend, Veronica, had just left. The two had had a drink after class. Given how grueling the lecture had been, they should have had two or three. Rob secretly longed for Veronica, but for now was stuck in the proverbial ‘friend zone’. She was tall with dark brown hair and possessed the best body on campus, with a rare combination of long slender legs and a sizable rack. Getting her back to his studio for a drink was a start, but he’d have to settle for the small accomplishment.

A Game of High Stakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life.

There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month.

A Good Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today, Mirage was particularly longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship.

Pressing her haltered head against her stall’s door, she was just able to see the gate of the barn. But no matter how much the ponygirl whimpered and pawed, it remained closed. What took him so long?! Didn’t he know what day was today?!

A Guys Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story that I’m actually posting. I’ll probably come back in and change details later on. Comments and suggestions are very very welcome.

Chapter 1

I’m Austin. A nineteen year old, six foot two, well built guy. I live with my fiancé in an upscale two room apartment on the top floor. Elizabeth is out for the next few hours, so I invited Joe over for a guy’s night. I picked out some movie that we’ve both seen a dozen times. I don’t even remember what I put in the DVD player.

A Halloween Tail

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Maria could not believe her ears when the dour executor solemnly intoned,

“… and in order to inherit your sister’s estate you must spend this very Halloween, starting at sundown, in the basement of the main house.”

Stifling a bittersweet smile Maria became lost momentarily in thought as the rest of her sister’s will was read. When he finished, the executor turned to Maria and again asked in the same serious tone,

A Life of Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: That’s my first story, i hope you’ll have a nice time reading it. Events related in the story are partly true (i lived some of them) but strongly exagerated. Last things… i’m not english so be lenient when reading.

_Update (2012/07/20):* Please forgive me for the delay since the last update.*

Introduction

My name is Matthew, I am 30 years old. As far as I can remember I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM. Even as a child, I already lost myself in daydreams where I was kidnapped by “bad guys” who sell me as an “object” or as a slave. My submissive nature was already there …

A Little Fun In The Woods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based on real events. A loving couple add spice to their sex life. Most of what follows is true. I’ve changed the names to protect the real ‘Gary’ and ‘Jessica’.

“Hi Gaz, how’s tricks” Archie’s voice boomed out as he approached across the saloon bar of the Rising Sun.

“Not so bad. I got one in for you.” Gary indicated a pint of Boddingtons waiting on the table ready.

A Little Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have a plug in for some time. I finished rinsing off, dried myself and went to get dressed.

A Long Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A long day..

It was mid spring a beautiful day and I had arranged with a girl I met online to have a little bondage fun. I had only met her once before as I was invited to her house for coffee and to talk about what I would like her to do to me.

The next time I saw her, one week later, I took a big risk on trusting her and the scenario was for her to take me anywhere of her choosing and chain me up naked and tease me and whip me etc. I had told her about the time I was abandonened and that I had enjoyed it and suggested I wouldn’t mind if she left me for as short time.

A Maid's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He walked carefully back to her bedroom, trying not to spill her dinner tray. Although she was training him in them more and more now, he still was not fully capable of walking in the 5” stiletto heels. The last thing he wanted was to have to clean up a mess and then make dinner in them again. As it was he had just spent several hours cleaning the apartment while cooking dinner. Of course he wouldn’t be eating any dinner since she was also training him on a larger gag. She had decided he could make too much noise with the smaller ball gags, so she bought a large 2” gag with training harness – which he had also been wearing during his chores. Of course high heels and a gag isn’t much of a maid’s outfit…so she had purchased a more appropriate uniform. His heels were attached with locking straps to make sure he couldn’t take them off…not that he’d try. She had removed the hair on his legs with a depilatory cream, so they would look perfectly smooth under his black thigh-high stockings. Her tour de force was a black satin French maid’s outfit. The skirt was so short it barely covered his ass and he became flushed every time he was forced to bend over, revealing his lacy black thong panties. The uniform even had a white apron, lace headpiece and choker, which she had special ordered with a locking buckle. Over the frilly black and white top, she had fitted him into a patent-leather corset, laced tightly in the back and secured with three locking buckles.

A Model Worker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story I have commited to “type”. There are several more ideas bouncing around my head including a couple of further installments of this story.

I am testing the water with this one, and if there is a positive reception then I will work on the others. Constructive critisism welcome =)

Chapter 1: A Shopping Trip

Laura Reynolds sighed as she stared impassively into the store window. She cast her eyes over the characterless fashion paraded in front of her by lifeless figures. She amused herself thinking even the mannequins looked bored wearing it. How many times she gone through this same ritual today? A new outfit was needed for tonight’s party but Laura had wasted nearly all of her morning wandering from one faceless high street chain to another each time leaving disappointed, fed up and empty handed.

A New Haunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.

Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.

A Night At The Cinema

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Karen arrived home to the prospect of another bland, masterless evening so on the spur of the moment she decided to visit the local cinema. Karen decided, however, to make her visit a little more interesting, and nothing would be more exquisite for her than to indulge in a little rubber self-bondage underneath her everyday clothes.

And so Karen began her evening of pleasure.

First, she took a small enema plug, lubed it, and inserted it in her pert bottom. She took her enema bag, filled it with a couple of quarts of warm water and then attached the hose to a nozzle on the plug and released a clamp. The water filled her quickly. She loved the warm fullness that a plain enema gave her, but loathed the cramps that often followed quickly.

A Night of Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A special thanks to my Master for allowing me to share our experiences with you.

Early in the day I asked my Master if I could have the freedom to please him with a surprise that night when he got home from work. He gave me permission to do so as long as I video taped myself getting ready for him.

I knew he would be home late that night so after finishing my daily routine I ran a bath and made myself a drink. I soaked in the bath, made sure I was scrubbed clean, and all my body hair was shaved off.

A Pegging on Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night.

A Place To Stay

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

“Adam?” The woman said in surprise, clutching her robe tightly around her with one hand as she held the door partially open with the other.

“Uhm, hullo Fiona.” The young man answered as he stood in the hallway. His eyes dropped nervously as he noticed her state of attire.

“What are you doing here, Adam?”

“I’m sorry to bother you at your flat like this…”

“You know I like to keep my work and private life separate. I’ve made no secret of that.”

A Pleasant Hike

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The sun was already beginning to warm the field behind the small, isolated cabin, burning off the cool and dew of the morning. The door opened, and a couple stepped out of the rustic cottage.

They were both in their mid-twenties, obviously fit, similarly attired in cargo shorts, t-shirts and open-sided walking shoes. He was a full head taller than her, shirt and shorts loose; his exposed legs and arms displaying a wiry muscularity, hair shoulder length and dark brown. His attitude was enthusiastic, eyes bright and eager.

A Prize at the End of the Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey readers - this is my first non-fiction story, so you won’t find any futuristic tech or, of course, anything non-consensual. That said, I hope you’ll enjoy reading about this adventure even a fraction as much as I enjoyed actually doing it. -Beast5

This certificate good for one Kinky Treasure Hunt to be redeemed as soon as the bearer is ready.

My wife found the Valentine’s Day card nestled between a dozen roses and some nice dark chocolates. She was probably expecting some kind of certificate. I’ve given her plenty in the past, but they’ve always been for things like back massages or nice dinners out. My certificates had never used the word ‘kinky’ before, and my wife was intrigued.

A Proper Rope Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Jane had found me spread-eagled chained in self bondage to my hallway wall. A magic wand vibrator was torturing my fanny, wringing out an uncountable amount of orgasms. I was a shaking sweaty mess and sore from the constant vibrations, but unable to resist the urge to come over and over again. Jane proposed we take turns tying each other up. That night I had my first girl/girl sexual experience.

A Request By Master Darios

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As you will read below, I was instructed to recall an extremely embarrassing (yet arousing) adventure in self-bondage for a good friend of my Master who resides in the U.S. With His permission I will include His request so as to set the stage for my recount. slave jenny xxx

(Please note: Master Darios writes under the pen name mrhungry, please check out his stories)

My dear slave jenny,

A Self-Inflicted Treat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was to be a treat that he wouldn’t forget. She’d been a bit mean to him the past month or so, mainly because they’d been strapped for money and hadn’t been able to go out. None of it had been his fault but just before he’d gone away, she’d managed to nag him out of the house. She’d followed up with a unpleasant phone call to the hotel that his conference was being held in and he’d got mad with her and hung up.

A Shocking Development

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

During the past week Derek and Ginger discussed moving in together. Definitely a precursor to marriage. While Ginger expressed willingness, two months were left on her lease and Derek’s studio apartment was too small. They agreed to investigate alternatives.

On Friday, in celebration of their six-month anniversary, Derek took Ginger to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Ginger felt a bit naughty and bought a dress especially for the evening. She wanted to dress to impress Derek and demonstrate her appreciation for his love and attention. Her pale pink dress was an architectural marvel which displayed her curvature with style and taste while never failing to simultaneously emote sexuality and desire. The back of the dress was another issue altogether. The back of the dress didn’t exist. The only thing displayed from Ginger’s bare shoulders all the way down to the cleft of her ass was skin. The magic trick was a delicate silver chain across her back that kept the dress from falling away from the front of her body.

A Short Hike

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Some stories are too wild to be believed.

“Holy shit, man! You’re never gonna freakin’ believe this! Let’s get a table near the back. I know there’s no one here, but I don’t need anyone else hearing this. Yes, way in the back. I’m telling you, man, this really happened! Ture story! Okay, okay! I’m calming down. Do you have that thing on? I want to get all this down before I forget any of it. Although I don’t think I’m gonna forget this for a long time.”

A Slave to Sir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sir was a close friend of mine; he was my Sadistic Dominant and I was his willing slave, his servant, and his masochistic toy when he wanted to play hard! He loved making me cry out in pain, whether it was through hard spankings, paddlings and canings that always left my butt burning hot and colored a deep shade of red with many crisscrossing dark purple welts! My desires to serve my Master and to surrender myself completely to him coupled with my deep dark need for spanking and passion for anal play were a perfect match to Sir’s interests as well! Sir never tired of making me moan or hearing my muffled cries through my penis gag as he toyed with my puckered asshole. When he positions me with my ass raised and my punished red striped cheeks spread open, that puckered little hole becomes his chosen target as he fucks it hard with his own cock. Coating it generously with his own cum before lining up his arsenal of dildos which he will now use to rape my hole mercilessly! Sir just loves to stretch, ream and torment my asshole using his passion for anal play as additional punishments for me! He always strives to push past any previous limits and has lately been applying an oral numbing gel all around my asshole before he starts to ravish my hole, forcing two 10-inch dildos inside me at the same time! Sir has amassed a large collection of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators that just keeps growing as he is in a relentless hunt for acquiring new and larger toys to torment my willing hole with! I am forced to endure more intensity with each session, and Sir has found a way to increase my humiliation even more as well. Sir will send me to specific websites that he has chosen that sell anal insertion toys, and without telling me which toy he is interested in other than knowing that it has to be large one, I am to order the item I think he is interested in using on me. Once the toy arrives, I am bound to the punishment horse and the new toy is tested out on my hole repeatedly for the evening! If I made the wrong selection, I have to reorder another item, and then accept a severe punishment from Sir before he works over my hole with the new toy! Sir loves using my bound body for lengthy forced anal play scenes. He is persistent and won’t stop or release me until my hole has been raped and ravished to the point it is gaping open. Sir uses various methods but usually it involves a wide butt plug that he will use to tease and torment my tight puckered brown eye with. He works over my hole until he can tease it open just a bit where it doesn’t clamp all the way closed, but shows a small pouting open hole in the middle of the puckered opening. That is when he lubes up one of the bigger toys like a 12 or 13-inch dildo and then he rams that giant toy as deep as possible and continues his assault of my hole until he has savagely raped and punished it! Sir loves fucking my mouth and asshole and giving me these anal torments that stretch my hole open for him!

A Slave to Twitter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m really curious to get your feedback on this story - it was a lot harder to write that I thought it would be, only having one character is tricky!

If you like it there could be more!

I’m going to start by introducing myself. I’m Jenny and I’m twenty seven years old, I have a dark brown pixie cut, black rimmed Dolce and Gabbana glasses and green eyes. I’m slim, too skinny for my liking (my boyfriend says I’m petite and from my five foot two stature I can hardly disagree with him!) I work as a software programmer in outer London and at heart I’m a very kinky person. My boyfriend and I have been together for several years, unfortunately he’s currently working in Manchester so our time together is often quite limited. By the time we’ve gone out to dinner and shagged like rabbits there’s often not a lot of time for much else… my kinky side is often left unsatisfied.

A Slave's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think.

You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies.

A Slave's Quest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fetish fantasy for people interested in permanent bondage and body modification.

_Update (2012/09/11):* I’m aware that the previous parts have mostly set the stage for things to come; however, anticipation is often said to be half the pleasure. Hopefully, you won’t find the somewhat tedious descriptions of this part too much of a letdown. Maybe you have taken the opportunity to get your own fantasies going; if so, I’d love to hear about them!*

A Sticky Situation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance.

A Sudden Change of Plans

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Well, slave, how do I look?”

I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck.

Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well.

A Sudden Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave.

A Tale of Two Switches

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

A Typical Friday Evening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first completed story. Please feel free to criticize. I would love the feedback!

My final class on Friday has just ended signifying the start of the weekend. It couldn’t be better timing either. I’m completely exhausted from the week of classes and lack of sleep caused by homework. I call you to let you know that I’m on my way home. You say you can’t wait but that you have to go because you are working on homework. It’s a complete lie. The second you hang up you go get three short pieces of rope. One you hide inside your pillowcase and the other two you hide underneath the bed. At this point I’m almost home and you know it. For the final touch you clean all your school supplies off the bed and remove your panties from underneath your black short shorts. You finish getting redressed just in time to hear me unlock the front door. When I walk in you are standing in the doorway to our bedroom wearing your black short shorts and a black tank top with a black lace bra underneath. At 5'8", 110 pounds, with reddish-brown hair and deliciously pale, white skin, you are the definition of sexy and you send my mind to all the wrong places. I take off my backpack and place it by the couch.

A Very Public Gamble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sitting at home watching the latest reality show I came to a firm conclusion: I have lost myself into a boring and predictable rut. I have a steady job, a nice home but no relationship, no adventure, nothing unpredictable, nothing random and I was getting tired of it. I was by no means old, I was only 29. I was also by no means ugly, I had a trim figure, B’s and Mediterranean features down to the permanent olive tan. Tomorrow was a Friday; I don’t know what I should do but as I ate another chip I knew I needed to do something.

A Very Special Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all.

Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge.

A Woman's Fixation: A Chastity Belt Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before consenting, always understand the contract.

My name is Tina. I found out about chastity belts from my former boyfriend, “Chad.” His first chastity belts were plastic devices. Designed to fit behind his ball sack, they had a plastic penis shaped thing that he forced his penis in. The whole thing fit together like a puzzle device. It had a place to put a little lock through to hold it all together. The only problem was once his penis was tired out or cold, it would shrivel up and he could pull everything out, even when locked shut. So while it was fun to play with, it really did not work for long term chastity.

A Wonderful Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room.

With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted.

Abject Degradation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com

Part one: “An extreme fantasy”

Addiction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Addiction

The power over women that John wielded was now extreme. The Genie had granted one of his wishes in a well thought-out hand written contract.

Any woman to have intercourse with John would orgasm after only 30 seconds. Each 30 seconds later during the same insertion of his penis would result in an orgasm 10% greater than the last up to the 8-minute mark (yielding an orgasm 460% stronger than the woman’s prior average intensity). While the woman would remain conscious, the experience would cause her to loose 5% of her body fat and 5% of her water weight.

AdultWebOnline

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;)

Part 1

It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too.

Adventures In Alanya

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I

The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university.

Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm.

Afternoon with the Dommes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this story is fiction it is a conflation of my visits I have made to professional BDSM places in NY, San Francisco, LA and other places.

All the characters are based on real people. especially Carol who was a receptionist at a couple of places I visited often. There was always a high turnover of the dommes but Carol was always there. We got friendly and once she even did the domination in her street clothes where we chatted about stuff while she beat the shit out of me and I licked her sneakers. She ended the session with a long slow hand job. Hope you enjoy the story.

Agreements and Pets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

Akiko's Night Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you like the story.

Living abroad can be a liberating experience, and Akiko had finally built up the courage to make one of her dreams come true. The exchange student would never have considered actually doing such a thing in her native Japan, but here in America, somehow everything seemed possible. Even those dark secrets you never share with anyone.

She left her apartment wearing only a denim halter dress and sandals. The dress had a built-in bra so her small but pert breasts didn’t need any extra support. In her hand bag, she had only a chain, a padlock, and some duct tape acquired from a local hardware store. Around her wrist was an elastic band with the key to her apartment. Locking the door, she made off to the park.

Alice Takes A Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!

Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around.

Alice's Change of Life - Posts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit

A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life.

Alice's Secret Playground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I’ve only just developed an interest in writing such stories, so I’m a novice. I’d really like people to give me feedback and tell me what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Alice closed the door behind her, hung her coat on the coat peg in the hall and then walked through into the lounge where she sank into the sofa and kicked off her shoes. At last, the working week was over and she could relax for the weekend. She enjoyed her work as a freelance business consultant, but it was always nice to get to Friday evening and the prospect of a weekend off.

Alicia's First Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alicia was hooked, and she knew it. It all started when she had found her mom’s vibrator. She would steal it when she was alone hand give her self quick pleasures. Over time she would hold off longer and longer before her mother came home, until she was rushing to restore the vibrator to it’s hiding place in her mother’s bath room. When she masturbated she had weird thoughts. She began to wonder what it would feel like for some one to use and abuse her, to give her no rest and force her to cum.

Alisa's Cabin Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

MMMMMPHPH! God this is taking a lot longer then it should. My nipples are killing me, and my arms feel like they are going to fall off. How the hell did I get into this mess! I wish Greg were here. He would save me. I have got to figure a way out of this mess, but first let’s back the story up a little bit and go back to before I got myself into this mess.

Alisha's Adventures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Alisha. Mary was my best friend. We couldn’t have more different, but we were so close we even called each other sister. I have blue eyes, light yellow hair and a small, petite body that stopped growing in junior high, which bothered me some. She’s a redhead with dark green eyes and she ended up having a smoking hot body that belonged to a model, which she did sometimes. I was also shy, quiet, and a little naive while she was outgoing, adventuresome and somewhat brazen. After a long succession of boyfriends (and some one night stands), she settled down with handsome man named Darien and they were soon married. They lived next door and I’d come by their house and they to mine to help with chores or to have fun.

All Bagged Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jack had known he was kinky for years, but it had never really been something he was able to explore. He had always been fascinated with the idea of being helplessly bound and gagged, to the extent where the more bindings and the more layers that were added, the more intense he found the idea.

Over time, this led him to discover the idea of being locked away in a trunk or zipped up in a bag - he even found websites where people fantasised about being taped up in plastic bags, completely enclosed, and found himself fantasising about that as well. He could only imagine what it would be like - to be tightly bound, gagged and bagged, sealed up and treated like an object or a piece of luggage.

All His Own Doing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was that time of year when the sun is a little lower in the sky. The leaves on the trees are turning from a rich green to rusty brown. He sat staring out the window dreaming of more exciting times. Dreaming of the Mistress he was still yet to meet yet was willing to serve. On the stereo, the music just added to his mood. It was slightly depressing, yet strangely uplifting and sexy. It was as if the weather was matching the music’s mood. As the song reached it’s crescendo, the rain started pouring. The umbrella’s of the passers-by were raised one-by-one.

Allie's Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was looking forward to Sunday Brunch with my friend Jeff. He had promised to finally introduce me to his new girlfriend Allison, a tennis team babe and apparently a real interesting beauty according to Jeff. They had met on the college Halloween party a few weeks earlier. Both of them were into the life sciences while I was pre-law, so our classes didn’t overlap and I hadn’t met her before. Jeff and I had met in the freshman dorm, become good friends and stayed in touch as much as our busy exam and party schedules allowed.

Allison & Emily: A Love Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

“Hello?” Emily had just reached the phone in time, barely hearing it ring over the noise of her shower. It was near noon on Sunday, and no one else was home; her mother, father and brother had already left for the football game. Season tickets. That meant she had the house to herself every Sunday throughout the fall. In exchange for letting her brother go to every game, Emily received a new computer. A great deal, considering she hated football. What she really wanted was to get out on her own. College couldn’t come soon enough.

Allison's Pilates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first stab at submitting a story, so I’d love feedback. It’s a pretty innocent story, so far anyway :)

Part 1

That was the unassuming name of the fitness class I had chosen. Why did I choose it over the others? It was the only one I had actually heard of before, mentioned by the wife of a colleague at a boring work event. And she didn’t look particularly fit and healthy. I mean, she was skinny and all that, but I just assumed the class couldn’t have been that hard if she was continuing to do it. She called it ‘unconventional’, but if we spent the whole time sitting around eating tea leaves and chanting I wouldn’t care … you see, this was a work initiative. HR had decided that to keep everyone’s minds healthy, we all had to sign up for at least one fitness class. Annoyingly, they would also be liaising with the fitness instructors to make sure we completed our classes, with the threat of repercussions if we didn’t. I can’t imagine how much time they wasted on this stupid idea, but somewhere some sycophant probably got promoted for it. It you want to save money, sack the guy who came up with this idea…

Almost Deserved Retribution

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play.

Part One

Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand.

A Bit About Me.

I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago!

Alternate Identity: Slave M

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is merely a story for those that love bondage. I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment after reading. (But don’t be too harsh since this is a first for me)

From the outside world, Mariah was your typical 18 year old girl. She was intelligent, kept good grades, did volleyball, had friends, a loving family, and a loving, handsome boyfriend. With the appearance of the typical girl, she was quite beautiful, she was 5'8 with long, blond hair, blue eyes, a well fitted body with C-cup breasts that made the guys and some girls in her school drool with very sight of her. She knew how well her figure looked, giving the occasional bend for a pencil or and erotic stretch and yawn to bring out her bust. With seductive charm like hers, Andrew Oestreich (pronounced “A-strike”) had taken his chance to be where most men wanted, at the side of the “angel of the school”. Little did her classmates know that Mariah had a darker schedule in her life, the schedule of sexual servitude and slavery.

Always...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I always put her blindfold on first. Before I had finished buckling the padded leather on her, she was pulling her hair free of the headpiece.

“Just because I’m blind, doesn’t mean I can’t look good.” She explained.

It was a rare night for us, neither had brought any work home. She was desperate for a night of bondage and sex.

At least, that was the impression I got when she greeted me at the front door….quite naked.

Amber's First Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was late evening and I was relaxing having a few drinks with work colleagues by the river after a busy day at work, the heat wave we were having put temperatures in the 100’s and the servers and computers we maintain were over heating, but it was not the only thing this evening that will overheat.

There were about 10 females in the group wearing nothing but white blouses which in the heat were all most see through and un buttoned quite a way down showing off their breasts in all their splendour, short back skirt, stockings and high heels, just looking at them sent sexual thoughts of three in a bed (or more), bondage sessions and sex which made more than just the temperature rise.

Amy in Leathershop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It has an open ending, and I might write a sequel when I get some free time and more good ideas.

Amy went to the shop to buy a leather coat. The shop sells a wide variety of leather items, even some strange ones, and they aren’t separated much from the ordinary ones. Items are ordered so randomly that she has found the perfect coat near the leather corset, something resembling the corset but smaller and differently shaped, and a strange bag-like item that she couldn’t figure out what could it be.

Amy's Requests for Assistance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever desired something so much that you’ll go to any lengths to achieve your goal, even if the way ahead is fraught with dangers?

That’s what Amy was forced to do in her quest for the fulfilment of her dream.

But when she turned to blackmail in an effort to reach her personal Nirvana, it turned out that she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

An Accidental Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The ambulance pager jarred me awake. I rolled out of bed, glanced at the clock and grabbed my cloths all in one, practiced motion.

“Shit, only 10:30,” I swore softly, but in good humor. Since my wife was killed ten years earlier I had started talking to myself. In her memory, I had founded the ambulance service that now demanded my undivided attention.

“The tone,” the dispatcher started, “is for ambulance 69A1 respond code 3 with duty crew to 19 Maple Lane for a possible heart attack. Maple Lane is off Deer Run Road. To all responding units be advised the roads are snow covered and very slippery. Repeating. . .”

An Experiment in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a story about my experiences in exploring self-bondage. I am normally a dominant male who enjoys placing submissive women in restrictive bondage for prolonged periods. I had always wondered what it felt like to be bound and helpless, so I began exploring self-bondage. As you should know, the trick with self-bondage is to make the release reliable and foolproof, although I would prefer to give control of my release to someone I trust, a keyholder if I can find one.

An Immodest Proposal (Sarah & Mark)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story written completely in present tense. I tried a few times during writing to convert it to a more standard past tense, but I kept reverting to the present. It’s like the story had a mind of its own, and who am I to stand in the way?

An Innocent Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love feedback! Any spelling/grammatical errors? What do you/don’t you like? And, most importantly, what would you like to see Sarah train Elyse for? Let me know in the comments below!

Chapter 1

If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d sign her away six months of her life for some weird BDSM ashram-type situation, Elyse d’Amour would have laughed in their face, slapped her knee, told them they were delusional, then ask them to leave so she could finish whatever episode of reality television she was currently watching.

An Owned Pet's Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

An Unexpected Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Encouraging criticism welcome!

Having purchased my ticked I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. During this time some more people are wandering in, and I notice a few glance at my bibs, nothing more than a second take. I am of course cautious to make sure what I am doing is not seen. Once the lights are dimming for previews I begin the next part, which will make it really interesting. I first slip the cable tie through the ring on the cuff on my left wrist, then pull it to cinch it up tight, effectively now my left wrist is affixed to my side, but the way it sits, if I put my hand in my pocket you cannot tell the bondage, just a hand in the pocket. In reality though, I have little freedom to move my arm and it is bound to my side. I next use a cheap pair of nail clippers to cut off the excess cable tie. Getting my right side is a little trickier, but I manage it though patience and a few attempts. Cutting off the excess cable tie I let the nail clippers fall to the floor and kick them down between some seats. Now both of my arms are bound to my sides and my means of escape is at my car. Time to sit back, and enjoy the movie…I am bound to enjoy it

An Unexpected Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I opened the front door and found a slender pretty Japanese girl smiling at me. Somewhat surprised I stammered something incoherent but then she laughed and called me by my online game name, and then introduced herself using hers.

Somewhat shocked I realized my partner of many online adventures had not been a guy after all! I invited her in and she took off her long coat under which she was wearing a tight wool brown dress, which ended rather short of mid thigh, matching pantyhose and high heels. I took her coat hoping my blush wasn’t too obvious and she sat down, crossing legs which were surprisingly muscular.

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Andrea and the FetFair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday) if you haven’t already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I’m planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it’s getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

Andrea and the Full House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them.

“So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant.

Andrea and the New Normal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 9th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“You know, this has actually been really nice,” Andrea said as she slowly walked arm in arm along the waterfront with her date. She had been dreading it, a setup by a roommate, but it had actually not been a bad night. The food was good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature.

Andrea's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Andrea, and I’m an attractive blond in my early twenties who lives alone in an area known as Timber Coulee in southwest Wisconsin. It is a beautiful place with woods all around and numerous large hills. Recently, I went through a self bondage ordeal that was so exciting, I simply had to write about it.

On a Friday morning in late August, I awoke and saw that it was gently raining outside and the temperature was 71 degrees. Warm, rainy days make me extremely horny so I decided to call in sick to work and do something I had wanted to do for the past couple of weeks. After quickly eating, washing up, and getting dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and white tennis shoes, I placed my necessary bondage gear in a small backpack along with a bottle of water and some insect repellant. Then I headed outside towards an abandoned farm about two miles away. The farm had been for sale for over a month, and I had previously inspected the property and found it to be ideal for self bondage.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Angela Gives Up Her Cunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Silvia finally convinces 18 year old Angela to take their online bdsm games to the real world. Angela accepts Silvia as her mistress for Silvia’s use and meets her for the very first time…

Chapter 01

Silvia bent down and started to remove Angela’s panties, slowly sliding them off the standing girl’s body, exposing the 18 year old trembling sex. She could feel Angela’s tense anticipation build as her last illusion of sexual control was slipped off her legs and tossed aside.

Angels and Unicorns

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an idea I had in my head for years. I had to write it down to make it real. I plan to continue the story.

Summer was finally here. The sun warmed my skin and the smell of cut grass floated through the streets.

I was walking to a cafe to meet a friend. Matt had called last night and said he wanted to buy me lunch so he could speak to me about something. I had known Matt since we were in the last year of school together. Over the twelve years since he had made a habit of arriving like a whirlwind to install himself as an important part of my life for one reason or another and then vanish into obscurity again once he grew bored and wanted a different life. Over the years I had grown used to his way of lurching through life from one scheme to another. I didn’t know what he wanted to talk to me about, but I had a feeling today may be another one of his grand arrivals. I hoped it was as my life had been lacking in excitement.

Ann Bounded

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character.

Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ?

Anna and the Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

For the last couple of years, Tom had rented the flat with a guy he’d known since drama school. When the friend had moved out Tom had wanted to stay on and so advertised for a flatmate. Anna had called up and made an appointment to view the place.

Tom had smiled as he saw the cute brunette on his doorstep, but then had spent much of the next half hour on the phone to his agent. By the end of the interview he had found out almost nothing about his prospective flatmate and completely distracted by his next potential role, had offered Anna the spare room.

Another Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Back in the spring, Kari came to visit me. She brought her boyfriend Tim with her. They’ve been dating for about a year but we’ve both known Tim since college so it is like we’re old friends. Kari explained to Tim how we played together back when they started dating. It was always a condition of the relationship that she’d continue to play with me and he was only too happy to agree (especially since he got to see the photos). Kari asked me shortly before this visit how I would feel if Tim watched us play. I was hesitant at first but realized that I was quite comfortable with him and having him watch us would make things more exciting. Rather than just imagining that a camcorder was broadcasting to the city or etc. there would actually be someone there watching. It also opened up other possibilities… Anyway, after a bit of discussion, we both agreed to involve Tim. Kari added Tim to the call and we discussed limits. We all decided we’d be most comfortable if for our first role play it was mostly Kari and me with Tim being invited in when we wanted him.

Ansleigh Bound

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a scene…a moment in time…from my darker fantasies. Or suppressed memories?

Ansleigh is looking between her legs at the man who’s bound her in this position, aroused, fearful and not sure why she had thought this would be good.

She asked for this…even found a photo. So open. So helpless.

Ansleigh is bound against the pole…rather her chest is. Bent in two, her head wedged against the floor and the base of the pole, leather straps securing her body against the post. A wide band across her belly secures her lower back tight against the pole. Her legs are spread wide and tied to rings in the floor, stretched wide and bound securely.

April

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I posted last year.

Hot

I felt wonderful all week. I met April last Saturday and have seen her nearly every day since. Before that, I had spent nearly a year in mourning after a particularly difficult breakup. But now it was like all that baggage had fallen away and had been replaced by the excitement of a new relationship with a vibrant and beautiful 23 year old woman.

April and Jenny's Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My roommate, Jenny, and I were without plans one Friday night so we spent the evening drinking margaritas and playing around the Internet. We stumbled across a chastity belt site and were both pretty surprised that such things still existed. For the next several hours we looked at photos and read stories and talked about these things. Finally, after enough margaritas, we decided we would order one. Since we are both about the same size we could order one belt that would fit either of us.

April Gets Involved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy, let me know want you want in chapter 2 and I will see if I can accommodate you.

Bill had spent a lovely afternoon shopping with his best friend, friend and confidant, not lover, April. They had toured the boutiques and expensive haut couture houses of the West End, she had tried on and bought some beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories and Bill was laden down with bags and boxes.

Are You Game?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kayla was such a nice simple gal, you would never imagine that she loved being tied up during sex and played with. Her recent boyfriend had introduced her to the powers of breath play and Kayla could not believe the intense orgasms that came from the different situations that Shane would come up with.

Shane loved Kayla he loved pushing her to the edge, and the more he pushed her it seemed the more she loved it. He had recently been acquiring some suits and equipment online for a play session he had in store for her keeping it to himself for a private play session behind closed doors. He really wanted to surprise Kayla and to lay all the items on the bed so her mind could contemplate what strict bondage situation she would be put into.

Ariel's New Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“So you already owe me for 3 months rent and now you’re telling me you lost your job?”

“I’m so sorry Ariel! I’ll do whatever I have to to make it up to you! I’ll find another job or whatever you want. Just please don’t kick me out. I have no where else to go!” Holly pleaded.

Ariel put her hands on her hips, glaring at her roommate. “Why should I listen to anymore of your bullshit? You have enough money to buy more of those fishnet stockings you love wearing every fucking day but can’t afford to pay your share of the rent!”

Arrive - The New Rules

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

With a huge kiss and a very nice worm hug between me and my wife MY and our very nice kids have finally met after a long separation, It was a moment we wished to have four the last 4 months, originally it was planed to be one month, but for the some circumstances it became four months.

I always loved her more than any other thing in the world, I really like her, and always wished she will one day be my perfect wife by developing her Kink side and making her loving it as a Top (Mistress), I have been switching between Top and Bottom but because She never liked to be bound, I was always the one getting in Bondage, in the first few years in our marriage she just did what I wanted because she loves me, not because she want it, but in the last few year she started to like putting me in bondage, so I was losing my Top part and being more Bottom.

Ashley's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ashley roleplays a naughty school girl with Mike, which leads to spankings, sex, and a surprise for Ashley …

Ashley was walking from a subway station near Central Park in Manhattan towards Mike’s midtown apartment. Her long blonde hair blew wildly across her face in a windy afternoon. Her clothes were unspectacular. She was wearing a simple pair of white running shoes, blue jeans, and a light, black jacket. She carried a small black purse in her right hand while wearing a knapsack over her back.

Attention to Details

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

For years I have known that my husband John has received many bondage magazines, catalogs and photo sets, they show many young women in various bondage positions and attires. John has also written many stories as well of how this one was handcuffed or how lovers, friends and villainous characters tied up their captives in different positions. One thing that is strange is that he has never tried or asked me if, I wanted to be like any of the models in his books or stories.

Augusts Sissy Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I would like to recall you to a lovely day in august. It was miserable outside but that was not going to ruin my spirits.

As you arrive at my home I took a close look to see if you were wearing the panties I had ordered you to wear, you were! I could see the top of them just above your jeans. Instantly I became wet. I could hear your metal locking cock ring clinking against itself so there was no need to check for that. The idea that you wore these for my pleasure only heightened the overwhelming feeling of control I had. Of course there is no way you would humiliate yourself and show either off to anyone unless I told you to.

Back to the Shop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a follow up to my earlier story “The Shopping Trip”

It had been a couple of days since our first visit to the sex shop and myself and my wife Lynn had done little else but discuss how we had both found ourselves tied up and used by the gorgeous assistant whose name I discovered on the way out was Helen.

We had agreed to return on Saturday night and we were both in a permanent state of excitement as we counted down the time to our visit until it was a matter of hours before we were due to set out.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the full short story but if it’s well received I could expand further.

1. New experiences

I’ve been kinky for as long as I can remember. It’s made dating complicated but not impossible, so I considered myself very fortunate when I met Joanna online. I was a bondage enthusiast and she was a dominant. We had a wonderful couple of years exploring our fetishes. Lots of leather, chains and gags. The usual BDSM affair.

Be Careful What You Write

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part of what will be an ongoing series of adventures with Sarah.

Sarah stood and looked at her reflection in the shop window.

“Not bad, chick.” She murmured to herself.

“Dress like a sexy secretary, trying to seduce her boss.”

Tasha’s request had been very specific.

Sarah had tried her best, her reflection displayed an attractive woman in her mid twenties. Her shoulder length, ash blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail which accentuated her elfin features. She wore a snug white silk blouse that was so thin that it did little to hide the black half cup bra underneath. Below, she wore a pencil line skirt which didn’t quite reach her knees. Her shapely legs were set off with black stockings. Sarah adored the feeling of stockings and suspenders, even if Tash would not see them, it made her feel the part of the seductress better. 3 inch patent heels compensated somewhat for her diminutive 5'4 inches. All in all, she looked hot!

Beauty and the Boots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an expanded version of a story that was originally published by Literotica (as “The Bottom Feeder”) and then in somewhat expanded form by BDMS Library. Part 1 (Beauty and the Boots) is a very slightly revised version of the story as published by BDSM Library. Part 2 (Sleeping Beauty) is only about a third as long as Part 1 and has not yet been published elsewhere; it is about what happens when Tiffany gets home and decides to practice the new chores Buford gives her at the end of Part 1.

Beauty and the Boots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an updated version of the story “Beauty and the Boots” that incorporates the addition to the story made in the comments to the original version of the story published by Utopia Stories along with a few other minor changes to the wording of the original version. This is meant to be a replacement of the original version of the story with a better version, and is not a new story.

Bed Bondage Ordeal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A few weeks ago I had a terrible experience in self-bondage, and am perhaps lucky to be alive. I was a novice at bondage, but had found some bondage stories and discovered that they excited me. Lacking a boy friend, I decided to try some serious self-bondage. I suppose I was part curious, part turned on. Actually I think I am a bit of a masochist and the thought of punishing myself also excited me.

Bedtime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story.

This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day.

You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time.

Belltown Birthday Spanking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was just thinking about this incident, and it still excites me 10 years later. This is a little different fare than what I usually write. This is an absolute true story, it really happened. Not in a Penthouse “I never thought this would happen to me” sort of way, but in actuality. The names are changed, and if the exact order of events aren’t 100% correct, bear in mind that it was 10 years ago, and there was a lot of Jack and Cokes involved.

Belt of the Future: A Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note:Like many other readers, I very much liked the story “Belt of the future”. I often wondered what I’d do with such a belt. One day my mind was playing with a storyline with hidden public bondage when my eye fell on “Belt” again. 1 and 1 made click and this sequel was born. I hope it will be considered a worthy sequel.*

This sequel has not been endorsed by the original author and considered fan-fiction

Best Seat In The House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Great job everyone, that was most of the blocking, and good progress on your lines,” Samantha clapped her hands in a way more fun than authoritative as she dismissed her cast. They had been hard at work since the morning and had really begun to gel, “Let’s not forget that we have the press release next weekend. Tuesday through Friday we’ve got normal rehearsal times, so please take tomorrow and Monday and get some rest.”

Betrayal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Two Les lovers and their shady druggy companion spend a weekend of S&M fun in a secluded retreat. And are set upon by sadistic Les bikers.

Part 1

Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying. As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases.

Betrayal: Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up.

The story is true, non fiction.

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road.

Betrayed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve been writing all my life. But this is my first try at erotic fiction. I wanted to do something kind of different (we all hope what we write is “different,” don’t we?). It’s 100% fiction, but it is inspired by a real break up. It was also inspired in some way by Jack Ketchum’s “The Girl Next Door.” I read it a few months ago, and at first was turned on by the girl being tied up in the basement. But as her torture got worse and worse (and explicit in some cases), I grew more and more uncomfortable. I wanted to touch on what happens when fantasy becomes nightmare.

Between the Trees

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story starts out with a bit of a “horror” feeling, but what you think you’re reading, you’re not. There’s a twist at the end that explains it all. If you’re into horror movies and/or extreme situations, then you can read it straight through. If you’re not, then you can read the ending first, then go back and see how “the magician did the trick.”

The man drove slowly down the long, dirt road, his car clattering over the rattling washboard undulations as a cloud of dust billowed behind him. He didn’t want to be abusing his car like this, but there was only one place he wanted to go in this God-forsaken country and this road led to it.

Big Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have been interested in bondage, and chastity in particular. I am “5'5’’, 104 lbs, long legs for my size and I have large breasts. I would roam around the web looking at pictures of girls, either in bondage, tying up guys, or tying up my fellow woman. I had heard stories of Guys getting tied up by girls, and vice versa, and it made my blood boil. I was very active in self-bondage, but at the age of 21, had still not actually told anyone of my fetish.

Bird in a Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.

She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul’s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic “insurance policy”.

Bird of Prey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a little gentler than some of my prior efforts, though the domination by women is just as extreme; total control and ownership is the key; Permanent bondage of males in the progress of a female dominated world is its essence.

A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity.

Birth of a Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘Why don’t you have a full time job?’

The sound of that question had been echoing around the room like a broken record. I found myself regarding the speaker with a contempt and disgust I’d never felt for her before. Oh I’d known she could always be a little bit self-righteous and judgmental but I’d reckoned on having earned a little tact from her.

Her name’s Helene and she’s got the standard family with two kids and not much else to show for her life about from a load of friends who’ll smile to her face and stab her in the back the moment she say’s a wrong word on Facebook. I’ve known her ever since I started working in the same petrol station as her three years ago. So far I’d been spared that question but today it would seem my luck ran out.

Birthday Bicurious

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If this story is well received, I’m planning on several more continuing on from where this one leaves off.

Chapter 1

Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t like boys - I did - It’s just that they didn’t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn’t shunned or anything - but I also didn’t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn’t much interested in sex with them, so I’d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more… accommodating.

Birthday Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Anna groaned as the buzz from the alarm clock woke her. Stupid broken clock, waking her up when it was still dark out. She had half a mind to reach over and smash the thing to bits against the wall, but she was too tired. Jim would turn it off for her.

So she waited, and waited, and waited some more. The alarm continued to buzz, and try as she might Anna couldn’t block out the noise. Apparently Jim wasn’t going to turn off the alarm for her. She would have to turn it off herself.

Birthday Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

“I really do look ridiculous you know,” Isabella said, tugging on her really short skirt without much success in covering up her shapely legs, “I guess I should be grateful your birthday only comes once a year,” she continued with a wry smile.

“Hello nurse!” I said laughing, looking at Isabella up and down with a surge of desire. My girlfriend had gone all out this time I realized with affection. At only 110 pounds and 5 foot five, she was surprisingly curvy and the tight nursing outfit showed it very well. She was actually a doctor in real life but this one-piece white nursing suit with the short skirt and long slits up her thighs for ease of movement, the tapered waist, and her B, almost C cup breasts pushing against the tight material (not to mention the cleavage from a narrow V line) left me a little breathless.

Blackmailed by Mistress Klaw

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story! As with all of my stories, this is based on a real life experience. It is told as it happened, with some minor edits.

For those who are wondering, my name is pronounced just like “Eileen”.

Part 1

Two weeks ago I got a call from Kari. She told me that she’d be coming to visit me that weekend. Naturally, I was thrilled! I don’t get to see her nearly enough. Anyway, she told me that she couldn’t get a flight Friday evening so she’d be arriving very early on Saturday morning. It meant I wouldn’t be able to make plans for Friday night but I knew it would be worth it. I don’t get to see Kari very often!

Blinded By Heat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a captioned image that I found while browsing the internet. I also took some (read: a lot of) artistic freedom with it, but the basic idea is the same.

Chapter 1

Mariah awoke to the sound of the alarm on her phone going off. The heavy curtains drawn over her bedroom window gave no indication of the late morning sun they blocked out. Her room was dead quiet. A fan set up in the corner of the room sat idly by, waiting for even the faintest breeze to move its blades. The rest of the small house she shared with her roommate Brittany was equally still.

Blissful Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – The Best Laid Plans

Angelica was looking forward to this Saturday for the past week. She shared a quiet two-bedroom house in a Boston suburb with her roommate and best friend Tiffany. The two of them were joined at the hip growing up through college so it seemed logical they should live together as well. Being women of taste, they decided to rent a house instead of a small apartment to give themselves a real sense of home and privacy. The two of them have been quite happy over the past year and even adopted a dog to share their home with.

Bondage Buddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is set in the present day but some scientific advancements have been accelerated. The Prologue is 100% true.

PROLOGUE

As an adolescent and young teen, I was fascinated by cartoons and television shows depicting capture and kidnap scenarios. This fascination usually led to a ‘stiffy’, but I was too young and naive really to understand exactly what was happening. This enchantment led to exploration in self-bondage, and for years I indulged in this practice, particularly during the summer months when I was home from school and both parents worked.

Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Our house has a very large garden and is situated in the country miles from anywhere and is total private. It is a lovely Sunday morning in the height of summer. Guest will soon be arriving for our barbeque. I am just finishing off the preparations for the entertainment. I am 34 years old 5ft 10inchs with long blond hair small hips and a rather large 38 inch bust.

The seats are all in place and around the area are some sealed trunks which will be used latter. The guest start to arrive and the barbecue is well under way there are lots of couples and all of them are our friends but none know our secret but they soon will.

Bondage Co-Eds

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

“I need to get ready for mid-terms!” Mai-Li whined.

“So do I.” Ada said as she unbuttoned her roommates blouse. “But I also have to make sure my cookies are still here when I get back.

“Cookies?” Asked the Asian girl, wearing only her white silk bra and panties.

“Cookies.” Ada confirmed, “A large package of Lemon Oreo’s. Either I lock them away or I bind you. This way is more fun. Now arms behind your back.”

Bondage Fake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I would like to thank those who helped proofread this work, and I especially appreciate Dannysuling (dannysuling.deviantart.com) and f-alexander (f-alexander.deviantart.com) for their valuable editorial contributions.

Prologue

From 2002-2005, Courtney Artison’s image was unavoidable in any grocery check-out line. She was the undisputed queen of the tabloids. Virtually every gossip magazine published a photograph of her with some insane headline, like “Courtney Secretly Gives Birth to Triplets! Uses Body Double to Hide Weight Gain!” or “Courtney’s Mystery Illness and Her Deathbed Confession!”

Bondage Greetings, Gift Wrapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season

Chapter 1

I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought.

It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on.

The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic.

Bondage Massage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After he had finished undressing, he settled himself on the massage table, making sure that his manhood was completely covered by the towel. He had no idea what to expect. He had never had a thereputic massage before, but a friend had recommended this woman; Lady Serena. He was nervous and the waiting for her to come in made him even more so.

The room was painted white and that seemed to be the theme. There was a white chair beside his table, upon which was a bottle of massage oil, a plastic white set of drawers just to the left of that and a white vase containing a pot plant beside the door. He waited, wondering what she would be like.

Bondage Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the beginning of a long story. I really hope you like it because I’ll be writing it for a long time.

PROLOGUE

Forty-seven years ago

“This sucks! Just because I got fired (Stupid boss don’t know nuthin’) I gotta help my stupid Uncle sort this shit.

“It will be fun, you’ll learn stuff,’ Bullshit. When he said it was from a castle, I thought there’d be iron maidens and chastity belts and stuff.”

Bondagent - Mission Golden Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

BootBoy in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I come home from a workout and plan on spending the afternoon in bondage. I have tried for some time to find a Dominant woman interested in bondage as much as I am, but as of now have not had any luck. So I rely on self bondage to fill the void. Today I will use a technique I read about where I freeze the keys to my restraints in a block of ice. I freeze the keys in enough ice so it will take at least one hour to thaw.

Boudoir Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Josephine is organising a franchise party at her home but this isn’t for cosmetics and tupperware.

I am hosting a Boudoir Party. Boudoir is a company that sells sex, not pornography I stress; adult toys, costumes, games. We all have our excuses for girls’ nights; book clubs, gourmet meals, clubbing, in my case I’ve chosen Boudoir.

Little Slutty Hannah is the first to arrive, looking perfect as she always does, in the costume I have chosen for her; I am perhaps cruel in my sobriquet, but Hannah is the youngest of our group and the closest to a WAG; she pert and pretty, her lustrous dark hair always immaculately coifed, her make up perfect, false nails and eyelashes, her body toned and tanned. Tonight she wears a short white strapless PVC minidress and matching thigh boots, around her throat is a white leather collar from which dangles, tantalisingly, a gold ring.

Bound By A Neighbour

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A while ago I received a phone call from my friend and neighbour across the street requesting my help with a small bit of DIY as her husband was at work. My neighbour, to protect her anonimity I shall call her Alex (not her real name), is a nice woman, who is happily married with children, is in her early forties, of average height, quite slim dresses averagely and can best be described as mumsy in looks.

Bound by the Storm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I turned the car into the already rickety garage. The storm was clearly brewing.

I had seen Didi in front of the bedroom window as I drove across the front of our house. Great, all set, all ready, everyone and everything in place…let the storm strike! I thought

We had this nice little cottage in the hills, with a lovely view on Mother Nature, but also fully exposed to Mother Nature when she had her temper.

Bound To Come

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This short offering is less extreme than my other fantasy stories as it is a factual account of a recent bondage session.

I have laid everything ready on the bed. These are a selections of straps, a waterproof jacket with a hood and rubberised lining, a whole head rubber hood with apertures only for my mouth and nostrils, an inflatable gag, and my home made nipple clamps. These are two small steel bull-dog clips with holes in the handles, through which I have threaded a short linking cord.

Bound to Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about.

As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin.

Bound, Gagged and in Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bounded at Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

After several self bondage adventures, I am more than certain that this kinky hobby is what I crave for. My peers look at me as a cheerful and attractive young lady, little do they know that I have a second life with self bondage. Devoting myself to self bondage instead of seeking a boyfriend or partner may seem foolish, but I’m very sure at this moment that nothing else can bring me off the edge and into ecstasy like the way self bondage can.

Bounded by the Park

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bounded Cowgirl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not much of a story, more of a technical self bondage description, intended for self bondage enthusiasts only. Anyone who wants to try this, feel free to contact me for tips! I know my English’s horrible and I suck at writing, so please be nice to me.

Riding cowgirl has always been one of the most difficult and draining position for me, I can never last more than 5 minutes. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I lacked the determination or correct technique, but I was going to change that.

Bounded for Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

After months of intensive studying, I was finally done with my exams in May, hence marking an end to my days in the university. There are many people and things which I would fondly remember, but for now, I’m eager to move onto the next stage of my life. God has been kind to me, I’ve already secured a job and would be working from July onwards. Which meant that I’ve got 2 full month of vacation!

Bounded in the Car Park

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

It took me a while to recover from the tormenting session at home. I had ugly marks on my wrist and ankles, a pair of very sore nipples, painful vagina lips and very numb clitoris. For days, I had to give up pretty skirts for long jeans and long-sleeved shirts. I was so scared that my self-bondage sessions would leave me with scars and permanent damage that I completely stayed away from self bondage for months.

Bounded in the Field

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

My indulgence for self bondage started around the same time when I first had a personal computer to use. I was just 16, and doing research for a school project. By a beautiful coincident, I stumbered upon a website on self bondage. I felt so wrong to be surfing such a site, but as I read the stories posted, there was a strange attraction which propelled me to read on. One story after another, I read on; Foreign words like “hog tie”, “leather cuffs”, “ball gags” became more familar. Before I realised, I’ve been glued to the screen for hours.

Bounded on the Bridge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

The new school term has started. Ever since my daring, almost outrageous, self bondage in the school field, my face turns red everytime I passed by the field.

The memory was bitter sweet, filled with pain and a strange after-taste of pleasure. As much as I’m physically pushed to my limits, the bondage and torture brought me to an ecstasy I’ve never felt before. I decided that I shall have a light session of self bondage first, and if it still excites me, then I’ll go for a longer session. I’ll decide if self bondage’s the hobby for me after the 2 sessions.

Boxed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion of bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours.

For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen tabe where I knew she would find it.

Breaking Meg

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Meg surrenders, knowing she will be broken and rebuilt as He sees fit.

Chapter 1

The moment of truth, the moment when she could no longer escape, when her body was tightly bound and at the mercy of another, was always the same for Meg. It always aroused her. It always made her short of breath. It scared her, too, because she knew what could happen. She was no novice, and had offered herself to many dominants.

Breath

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I arrive at my Mistress’ house at 9am and she’s waiting for me at the door looking intimidating. Dressed in knee-high boots, stockings, black leather skirt and a tight black corset, her breasts trying to escape from the tight confines of the corset and her long blonde hair in a ponytail, with her impossibly long eye lashes and luscious red lips, she is the picture of power and control. As I walk past her, she catches the cheek of my arse hard with her paddle, the sound of the leather on my jeans echoes around the hallway.

Breath. Control.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Author’s note for the reality challenged:

This story deals with breath control. (Duh.)

This is a really, really, dangerous activity. One which I’ve read (and I believe) is impossible to perform safely. No one can tell exactly where “the line” is which will result in brain damage or death.

In fact, from what I’ve read, the vast majority of people who die from playing with breath control are people who are experienced in it. People who think that, because they’ve done it dozens of times, that that means they know how to do it safely. I tried as hard as I could to design a scenario which was as safe as possible. But I’ll freely admit that I’m not even one of those people who’s done this, and thinks he’s an expert, now. I’ve never done this, which means I’m describing how I think things would feel.

Brenda Gets Humiliated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was time to turn over. Brenda had been lying out for half an hour on her back and knew she would burn if she continued. Being a natural redhead had certain disadvantages. She reversed her position and laid flat on her tummy.

“Scott?” she called out to her husband. He was in the kitchen fixing a drink.

“Yeah?”

“Would you put lotion on my back?”

Scott came out and sat next to Brenda on her lounge chair.

Brenda’s Beginning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was just a feeling as it began and now it has become a way of life. It started in college when I was dating my first lover, he stated by holding my wrists over my head, he told me that it would allow me to reach a deeper orgasm. In graduate school my Psychology professor requested that a class member become a “case study” for our human sexuality class, I knew he wanted it to be me. As I raised my hand I only thought I knew what was in store for me. When the professor outlined the fact that I would learn more about my ‘submissive’ side I knew this would unlock part of me that I craved.

Brian Finds His Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Brittany Serves a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training

“Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany.

Bro

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Simon. I guess it all started when I was 13. That’s when I met a sixteen year old boy named Kevin. We hit it off good and soon became good friends, and then best friends. We even call each other “Bro” affectionatly. He was already a good looking guy when I met him, but as he grew he became muscular and handsome. Meanwhile, I ended up being fairly androgynous, with a slender body and a pretty face that belonged to a girl. The fact I like to wear my hair long doesn’t help.

Broken in by a Newbie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I stood at the big bay window overlooking the bay and straight up the hazy gulf. You could see for miles, but I was more interested in the view from the strip of gleaming white sand about 50 yards from my place.

As I trained my Zeiss binoculars to the strip immediately opposite I could see my target. There were a lot of people basking in the sun this mid-week early afternoon, but the one that stood out was a dark-haired woman in a white bikini, which contrasted superbly with her chocolate-colored tan.

Burka Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse.

1. Inspiration and Preparation

As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her.

Burst

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I can take anything that you can dish out.” I drunkenly and mistakenly blurted out to my wife.

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” She repeated with a knowing smile on her face.

Skip to twenty-four hours later and my lovely wife is leading me into the bedroom. First things first she has me strip completely naked. She covers my eyes with a leather blindfold and jams a pair of her panties into my mouth.

Cage Dancing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He had said that he wanted to see me dance in a cage. The idea intrigued me, not so much because he would be watching me move, admiring my body, but much more because I’d get to experience being confined to a cage for a while. I always enjoyed the chance to experience bondage in a different form, and this would be another opportunity to do so. And from our past friendship, I knew that I could trust him, therefore, I had agreed.

Caged

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I tried to move my arm to relieve the stress in my shoulders, but my wrists were firmly secured behind my back to the top of the cage, and there they would be staying for a while. I would love to be able to stretch out my legs, but my knees were pressed tightly up against my naked breasts, and with the bottom of the cage under my folded up legs there was no room for any movement.

Call Her Bimbo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor …

Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com

My name is Raquel.

I’m 20 years old.

I have an IQ of 157.

I had my associates degree by the time I was 18.

By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages.

Cammy's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her.

When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter.

Can I Bury You?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Can I bury you?” Asked Jim.

“Bury me? Why? Shouldn’t I be dead first?” Mary shot back, looking a little confused.

He laughed. “no, not all the way, just up to your neck, it could be a lot of fun.” She looked at him like he was crazy.

She then replied. “Do you mean like in that movie the other night, like in “CreepShow”? “Because it didn’t look like they were having a whole lot of fun in the movie”

Captain Elana Garcia, Star Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Trying my hand at a little sci-fi. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

“So much for the exciting life of a Starship Captain!” Elana muttered to herself. Six months into her nine month trip in the cargo ship Nuevo Mundo to the Kepler system to resupply the two colonies there and then transport their Mithril ore to Trappist 1 for processing. That cargo of refined Mithrium will bring her back to the manufacturing plants on Mars. Six months off then do it all again. It takes a special person to stand the solitude of a three year trip, even with the newest version Brain/Computer Interface Virtual Reality pod and virtual reality “books” to occupy her leisure time.

Capturing Kat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life.

Card Trick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An enterprising college student learns to become more responsible

The alarm wouldn’t stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn’t stop.

Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin’ bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening.

My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor.

Careful What You Wish For Claire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had been several weeks since my last bondage adventure; a lack of time and the demands of my course meant that I hadn’t been able to indulge my favorite past time. However that was going to change this weekend; I’d completed my last class project this week, handing it in to the lecturer two days early, and had no other pressing commitments to meet.

In addition to this, my housemate Amy was going away for the weekend. She was off to see her boyfriend in Exeter and was leaving mid-afternoon on Friday, not planning to return till Sunday night. This meant I’d have the house to myself for just over two days and could indulge in some serious, and possibly noisy, self-bondage.

Carrie-Anne

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story that shows that thought is essential and can have a positive effect a dedication to the art & a fantasy fulfilled. no matter how innocent they might look know one can tell what is going on in the dark recesses of another mind.

Carrie-Anne had just finished the last of her degree’s final exams. She was twenty and eleven years old, petite verging on boyish, with small breasts and a desire burning to loose her virginity in all respects.

Cary's Sway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My husband, Jim and I spotted a new neighbor at the pool in sub-division last month; we both agreed she would be desirable for a bondage threesome, but we needed to find out if she swayed our way and was willing to participate. We called her over to sit and talk for a while. Jim eyed the skimpy swimsuit she had on and smiled. As we talked, I imagined her petite body pulled taut by many different restraints while I aroused her in front of Jim who himself would be tightly bound. The thoughts that crossed my mind were fantastic. He name is Cary and sounded like she might be up to our proposal.

Casino Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.”

The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.”

Catch & Release

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“POP!” Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun!

After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all.

And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win.

10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line.

Caught By A Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments.

[Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ]

Caught by the Neighbours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

While on my way home from work I thought about my next bondage outing. It was just after midnight and all my neighbours should be in for the night. I live in a small apartment building with a garage in the basement. In the past I have put myself in bondage down in the garage and been forced to make my way up to my apartment for release. Tonight I would make things a little more exciting by putting the keys up on the fourth floor; I live on the second floor.

Caught in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Whats up guys. my name is AL and im 19 years old. ive been into bondage for awhile now but only started to get into self bondage about 2 years ago. before that i used to look up bondage on my computer. one time i had gotten a virus and my dad restored it back a few months and saw all the websites i had visited, and found out of my love for bondage. i dont no but for me him finding me in self bondage would be very embarrassing.

Caught in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce my self i am as known to all my friends as viper so we’ll keep it that way. I am a georgious 19 year old with nice c cup breasts and a clean shaven body that all men dream of.

Well i’ve ben doing self bondage since i was 13 and have ben reading stories ever since i love to be tied up gagged and best of all naked.

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first part of the story is true, the second is fictional

I have been going through a somewhat ugly Divorce, going on two years now and it all comes down to money, sex and a lack of respect. A lack of all three and mainly from her but now it seems she wants all the money she can get before it is over and as much support as possible. I have been more than fair but that apparently is not enough for her. We were married 20+ years, separated the last two with something needing to happen ASAP.

Caught in Selfbondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is my first post. I have many stories of selfbondage but only one where I was found. Might sound kind of sick but I wish I had more because the intensity of the orgasm I had experienced that faithful day has yet to be duplicated. I am a 45 year old M to F CD and I have been dressing and practicing selfbondage since about 14 or 15. In those years I have become very good at putting myself into inescapable bondage until either the time release or the task I have mapped out for myself has run its course. I started out like most all CD’s did with wearing my Mothers and Sisters things.I also had acquired a pretty sizable collection of things that I had stolen from my friends mothers, Dresses, Stockings, Panties, and even Heels. I would only steal from the mothers that I thought were attractive. I had two friends that I considered there Moms to be hot and needless to say I had a lot of there things in my bag of tricks that took some time to collect. Which brings me to the one mother that I thought was the sexiest. My Step Mother. Yes I said my Step Mother. She was much younger than my Father and she had legs that at the time I thought were second to none. I would spend quite a bit of time at my Fathers and one day I found myself all alone in the house. Father and Step Mom were both at work. So of course I spent the morning going through her thing’s.

Celia's Swim

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Celia stared across the conference room table at her counterpart, Burk. As usual, he was studiously ignoring her while the meeting continued unabated into it’s third hour.

While many would assume he had no interest, Celia knew otherwise. She knew that his studied detachment was a conscious effort to avoid being driven to distraction by her during this meeting, a distraction that Celia was already managing to accomplish simply by gazing every so often in his direction.

Chair Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A few days ago, I had the entire nite to myself and got the itch to try a self-chair-tie that I had seen on the net. I ordinarily use the wire chair in front of my makeup mirror for this, but what I saw used a bentwood chair, which I also had upstairs. Since it was a lot lighter than the makeup chair and somewhat more comfortable, I thought it would be ideal. Little did I know?

Change of Fortune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Appointment

Laura pulled to the side of the road and felt a chill snake down her spine. She looked ahead and saw the lights indicating her destination but did not feel ready to drive further. ‘Surely, there must be some other way’, she thought, but nothing came to mind. She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves and remembered the events leading to this night.

Change of Scene

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My 1st story

Part One

Paul decided to get off from his cab in a location close to the neighborhood where he had decided to have the dinner. He had to walk for a few minutes to reach the place where the meeting would be held.

Paul liked to walk around looking at the people and at the places around him with no clear destination. It was an old habit taken from his previous job where he has learned always to be careful and to have a strong awareness of what was happening around him.

Chaste Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I awoke seconds before the alarm went off. My eyes burned a hole through the LED display until the lights changed and the buzzing went off. Both hands were pressed between my loins, and I pulled them away to turn off the alarm and throw off the cover. I had a schedule to keep and I dared not be late.

I made the bed rather quickly. It consisted only of a small mattress laying on the floor, with a single pillow for my head and a single blanket for warmth. Some would say it was not much, but I felt proud of them. I had earned them for excellent service for my Master. I even had my own room (or large closet) that I could call my very own.

Chastilock 2000

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Infomercial: The Chastilock 2000

Hi, I’m Chastity Lalibert, founder of the Chasti Permalock Corporation, here to tell you about our newest product, the Chastilock 2000. It encorporates the latest in nanotechnology, and is a fiendish device indeed – so fiendish that when I decided to go for permanent chastity myself, I opted for the first of these wicked devices.

What’s more is that the Chastilock 2000 fits right inside the vagina, with no belts or uncomfortable straps, plus it is so inconspicuous, you can wear it under a bikini, to the beach. No one will ever know that you’re all locked up. On the surface, the Chastilock 2000 is a gently-curved shield shaped into two ovals, one to cover the vagina, and one to give a good radius of security around the clitoris, for extra protection. The lock portion is right inside the pussy lips, and doesn’t protrude. Here, let me hike up my skirt, and show you.

Chastity James - Grail Hunter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.

1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Chastity Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress.

As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative.

Checkmate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

“Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

Chemical Reaction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Did you shave completely?” Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.

“Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.” came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.

It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…

Chinese Finger Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat outside in my Chevy coup. We’d met on the internet. He had called me a wannabe when I told him I like the photos from his last party. I asked if I could join and told him I wanted him and his friends to turn me into a Chinese finger trap. It was crude. But the photos from his party were cruder. Straight jackets and rubber balls. All manner of rough devices and wooden contraptions. Participants in all stages of contortion and lust. I now sat two hundred feet from the scene.

Chloé

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: still looking for proof-reader !

Chapter 1 (added: )

It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom’s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work.

The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom’s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa.

Chloe's First Girlfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them.

Chapter 1 - The First of Many

A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way.

Choices

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is obviously a work of fantasy.

He was a very cruel master, the most sadistic master she ever had or ever could have ever dreamed of. That was exactly why she gave herself to him. She gave herself completely and without limits or safewords. She was his to inflict punishment or give pleasure as he saw fit. The punishment he was about to inflict on her was going to be quite severe indeed.

Choking On Her Aspirations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not an engineer, so if anyone can figure out an actual device that does what I describe, I’d definitely be interested.

Jane was shy, single, and kinky. It was a perfect recipe to result in her curiosity and experimentation with self bondage.

In her adolescence she would breathlessly wait for her parents to leave on a grocery trip, or she would fake illness to avoid joining a visit to a relative’s. While alone in the house, Jane delighted in her top secret and favorite activity of binding herself with whatever materials she could get her hands on.

Christmas Cajoling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :)

Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates.

But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food.

Christms Spirit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I suppose you lot want to go home early tonight as it is the last working day before Christmas. I am afraid that this cannot happen. Christmas Day is on Tuesday and you have the Wednesday off. Fiddle it all, all I think of that it is one gigantic drinking session. After the office party five years ago, we stopped having parties. Everyone was sick the next day and I lost a fortune in lost earnings. If you want Christmas Eve off, you may take it as one of your holiday days, although I don’t see why I have to pay you, or take it off unpaid. But leave the letter requesting it off on my desk before you go home. I am off to my club now. I have put CCTV in to see who is malingering. If we have to lay anybody off, they will be the first to go. Good day to you all. I will be back later, but if you have gone, I say “Merry Christmas to you now”.

Cindy's Moving Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.

Circus Maximus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism.

There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it.

City Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York.

‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger.

I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself.

Claire's Wicked Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik

It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek.

Click Click Click

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Roberta’s heels echoed as she walked briskly to the reception desk of Chicago’s elegant Palmer Hotel, her wheeled suitcase trailing behind her. Though it was still rather early in the day, there were a number of other guests in the lobby, and Roberta noted with satisfaction that she turned many heads the males looking at her mature but trim figure and excellent grooming with desire, and the women with envy and catty disgust. She knew that her well-tailored skirted business suit, silk blouse, and elegant pumps presented her as she was a successful business executive.

Clothesline Cable

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by when suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “Be good Phoebes, see you back around noon, ok!”.

Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good, and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store.

Coal Faced

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the tale of a fantasy that goes wrong in a small way but enough to scare the hell out of the young lady in question.

I suppose there must be the obligatory who am I bit!

I am tall, slim, blond, gorgeous, sexy, attractive, irresistible and female!!!

No I’m only kidding! I am female, and I suppose reasonably attractive, being slightly built, but with a little, but cute chest. I have nice long wavy hair and longish legs & a very warped set of desire. I hope that will do, so on to my story.

Cold Storage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Gosh, I love winter!” I thought to myself as I watched my wife Peggy pass in front of me as she walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. She was 23 years old, fit, beautiful, and completely naked. The nipples of her “C” cup breasts were hard and erect from the chill, and I had to restrain myself from dragging her onto my lap and giving an inviting brown bud a not so tender bite. She could not have done much to stop me, since her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back, her ankles were shacked ten inches apart, and her lips were stretched around a three inch ball gag buckled tightly behind her head.

Command and Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: Sian works at a high tech company when a new arrival with a new invention unlocks her hidden desires.

Notes: This was inspired by a female friend (Athy) who was telling me about remote controlled collars on Second Life. She also has a thing for forced orgasm. So I wrote her a story.

Part 1

Sian had worked at the company for 3 years. She was head of Infrastructure Management and enjoyed the job. It paid well, she worked with some great people and she was part of the HQ staff so she got to see all the really interesting things that went on. A new guy joined the company. Scarlet McAlpine. He was in his early-thirties, about 6ft tall, brown hair, athletic build. She saw him going running each lunchtime. The girls in the typing pool were also very interested They said he was very polite, friendly and quite charming; he would hold doors open for female co-workers for example. He was quite the English Gentlemen; he even had that funny accent the Brits had. More importantly he was also single.

Connie's Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Connie had been married twice before. Once, she married for young love, and the second time for security. Both marriages brought neither. Both husbands lacked the same basic skill that Connie was negligent in herself, communication. She was too shy and embarrassed to explain to each poor, suffering man that the reason their sex life was so boring was because she wanted something more. She wanted to be dominated, and controlled. She wanted to be bound so her real inhibitions could be set free. But that never happened. Both men felt their love problems were their own faults. Both men were good men, but both men left the marriage guilt riddled, feeling that they had failed her.

Contextual Madison

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If this story is met with enthusiasm I will continue adding additional parts. In the future madison’s descent into a world of bdsm and fetish will continue.

Part 1: Anniversary

Madison picked up her pace and smiled as she jogged around the final street corner on her way home. She couldn’t help but anticipate her date tonight with Rob as she was sure it would be as amazing as every other waking moment she had spent with him.

Contract Clause

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young lady loses her job as a top web-designer and stumbles across her neighbours business manufacturing and selling bondage restraints and clothing. Between jobs, she volunteers to help him increase his business by creating a state of the art on-line catalogue; for a share in the profits. Unfortunately under the terms of the contract she enters into this means that she must also personally test and model the items.

Controling Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young wife decides to live out her submissive fantasies under the control of another couple.

Part 1

I pulled the car to a stop in front of the bar. Killing the engine I turned my head to look at Grace; she smiled and nervously fingered the collar fastened around her neck.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. She nodded her head yes, I could see that she was excited and it made me feel sad.

Convention Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I want to go with you to the science fiction convention next weekend,” Michelle said.

It was a bit of a surprise to me. We’d been sleeping together for a few months, and though she was interested in my life, she wasn’t very interested in my sf habit.

“That’d be great,” I said.

She winked at me. “It’s not the panels and stuff that interest me. I remember you talking about the stuff that goes on ‘after hours.’ I think I’m ready to take a chance.”

Conversation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two girlfriends have a series of conversations about bondage. You won’t find this one in ‘The Listening Project’ archive.

“Honestly, Sharon, I don’t know why you let him do this to you”

“Oh Theresa, I’ve told you ! He likes to think of me as his little slavegirl waiting for him to return.”

“But you have a life too. Don’t you object to spending your whole day tied up like this ?”

Convincing Argument

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date.

She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise.

Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired.

He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward.

Corsets and Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Clack…….Clack, Clack.

The sound of Suzanna’s heels on the marble floor echoed around the hall.

Clack…..Clack again echoed around the hall as Suzanna moved her feet to try and maintain her balance. This was quite difficult as she was wearing 4" heels and her legs were held about 2’ apart by a spreader bar. Her arms were encased in a single glove and pulled up above her head forcing her to bend over at the waist while the ball gag in her mouth was preventing any communication.

COS to Boss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip.

Costume Party Preparations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Finally! It was 5 o’clock and I packed up my desk for the weekend. All I could think about for the past two weeks was tonight. It was Friday October 30th, and I was going to a costume party with a couple of my girlfriends from college. I headed straight for my apartment in anticipation of the night ahead.

I share an apartment with Kara, my best friend from college, and I have since we both graduated three years ago. I expected she would be home by the time I got there because she was getting her costume ready for tonight too. The best part about this was neither of us knew what the other was going to dress up as – it was like a secret competition!

Couples Counselling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can’t promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.

Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I’d trained a couple and the first time I’d trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I’ve made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl’s training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don’t intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

Couples Trip In The Countryside

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, I like bondage and I liked a lot of stories on this site and wanted to try and write my story, hope you all like it

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

I have been dating Jessica for almost 4 years now, we are a great couple and we connect on so many levels, though the moment we re most connected is when we’re having sex, we found out shortly after we started dating that we both love bondage, it’s rare that we have sex without involving ropes or handcuffs.

Covenant of Steel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, this is the third installment and second prequel to my first venture into erotic literature. If you have not, I highly suggest you read both Two Halves and Late Nights since both provide some important insights into the characters presented. This will be my first attempt at a multi-part story and, truth be told its proven rather difficult. Once again, I must suppose that an author is his/her own worst critic, but I hope you enjoy.

Crossing the Line

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Dedicated to a friend of mine, she knows who she is. Also I am dyslexic so bare with me, have done as best i can with spell check etc. Thanks

Cath lay in bed looking at her phone screen, or rather the background screen . It had been nearly half an hour since he last massaged and she wondered had he gone to sleep. Her phone was the only thing lighting the room as she otherwise lay in complete darkness. She was waiting for her friend Neil to message back. She had known him a few years now and they had worked together for most of that. She had always liked him but never really acted on it as he was in a relationship. However he had recently revealed that he fancied her and had always done so, but for obvious reasons never acted on it. Neil was still unfortunately in a relationship but after a lot of talking with Cath they had discovered something about themselves, never once raised in their years of friendship. Neil had told Cath he was very much into bondage and as conversations progressed it became obvious Cath had a fascination with this to and they had begun to share their inner most fantasies with each other. They both realised that nothing could ever come of this and had agreed as long as it stayed as conversation it would be treated as a bit of fun and they would both just enjoy this new if not slightly forbidden experience.

Crystal and the Fetish Store

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Story

“Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?”

“They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra.

Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends.

Cynthia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another one I did years ago - enjoy!

Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called “pony girls”, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks.

Daddy Issues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Scott Wilson was startled by the doorbell. Fearing the worst, he got up out of his comfortable TV chair and rushed to the door to see who in the world would be visiting at 9PM on a Friday night - hopefully not the police. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a very cute young Asian girl dressed properly in her high school uniform. Scott recognized her instantly as Yuki Tanaka, one of his daughter’s closest friends.

Dark Elf Nights

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was a priestess of the Goddess of Love and resided in the House of Beauty, the richest and most powerful temple in town. My days were spent mostly in the same manner, in the morning my sisters and I exercised in our well padded heavy plate mail with our maces and shields, honing our bodies into toned perfection. The early afternoon was spent in luxurious baths applying creams and cosmetics and the early evenings were spent in prayer. The nights were spent entertaining handsome male guests who donated very well to our church.

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dear diary,

The next few weeks are going to be very special. Since I can’t possibly confine this in any of my girlfriends I have decided to create you, my diary. That way I have someone to talk to and have something fun to read later on.

Since all good relationships start with good introductions I’ll start there.

My name is Cassandra, a 171 cm tall brunet. Although I am not photo model beautiful I’m not unhappy with my figure either.

Debbie's Decision

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Have you ever faced a decision that might change your your life and involve a little danger and suspense? My name is Debbie and I’m a college student in Southern California. My measurements are 36-24-35 and my weight is 125lbs. Fortunately I can get plenty of dates but haven’t found my dream man yet. For spending money I babysit on occasion and that’s how this story got started.

Debbie's Dilemma

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(Inspired by an original Doggers drawing!)

Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies.

Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction.

Debt Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I laid naked on the stomach in my cage I contemplated how I came to be here. The ball gag harness in my mouth didn’t allow any sound to escape my mouth, while my hands were cuffed with leather cuffs on my hips to the wide black leather belt tightly secured with a padlock around my waist. The position of the cuffs allowed for some movement, but there was no way that I could reach and touch my pussy. A leather collar fastened my neck to the hook on the padded bottom of the cage. My feet were slightly spread, bent backwards at the knee and manacled to each side of the cage. The cage itself was 1,5 meters long, 60cm wide, and 60cm high, with narrowly spaced vertical and horizontal bars. Under my pussy, there was a hole where I could relieve myself if needed.

Delicious Restraint

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think.

Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!*

Part 1

She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up?

Desire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: One of a series of stories written for a friend.

He waited in the room for what seemed like an hour or so. It was cold, and he could feel the slightest movement of the air on his naked skin. His well toned body ached all over as the ropes pulled at his limbs very tightly. His body was spread on the whipping cross which tilted to the front a little, exposing his back and ass to who ever stood in the room. He was left there alone to contemplate his transgressions, and await his due punishment.

Desperation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I started this with a very vague idea of how I wanted it to go and some ideas of what I wanted to make sure to include, so if anyone has any suggestions as to what they would like to see happen, feel free to post them in the comments section before I finish the story - oh, and enjoy!

Update (07/09/11): I have started to incorporate Jenny Harrison into the story - enjoy!

Devon Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage …

Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school.

Dian Taylor - Oh My God!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage.

Chapter 1: All About Me

Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me.

Diaper Desires

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is fantasy, but the psychological aspects are true.

Thinking back, I remembered Julia’s words when I finally got up the courage to let her in on my deepest hidden secret…my diaper desires and their long history. I had feared my fiancée would storm out and break off our engagement, but I knew I must tell her. Instead of being angry or ridiculing me, she got up, came over to me, drew my head to her midsection and held me close as she showed her concern and understanding.

Discovered

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It happened to me one rainy weekday, my wife was at work & the kids at school. I thought that I could enjoy myself for a few hours in self imposed bondage before ‘peace’ was to be disturbed by everyone returning home. I carefully prepared my implements for the forthcoming session - the rope; chains; padlocks and gag plus throw in the blindfold for good measure - a few quiet hours bound & gagged was my wish, diverting the telephone and locking the doors & windows I went about my actions beforehand with well practiced rhythm.

Discovered in Self-Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I walked into work, I was a little uncomfortable. The cock cage was resting heavily, pulling on my balls. And when I walked, it pulled, which in turn excited me, and then my cock would swell against the closely spaced wires of the cage. Also, I noticed a very quiet little “tink, tink” sound of the small lock hitting the metal every time I took a step. It was very subtle. I wondered if anyone else could hear it. If they did, I hoped they’d assume it was keys in my trousers. Suit and tie guy. The thought of discovery - but not really believing discovery was a real danger - titillated me, and excited me more. And the whole cycle would start again.

Distractions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Tried to write something a little shorter

He sat in the easy chair with his feet up, watching Remains of the Day. He took a sip of his Scotch on the rocks and replaced the glass on the end table. The balmy temperature of the living room allowed him to indulge in the comfort of bare feet, jeans and a simple, black t-shirt. He looked to his left.

Do Not Disturb

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The sequel to ‘Maid Service Requested’

This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Doctor Paine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is also a spin-off from Giselle and incorporates some of the same characters later on. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Doctor Ted Paine was on top of the world. He was relaxing at his wide desk having his dick sucked by one of his employees. A tall blonde with large enhanced breasts, a tiny waist and long legs, she was well versed in what her employer liked during his morning blow job. She slowly sank his length down her throat and held it there for nearly a minute, then slowly eased it out. Her tongue worked the underside near the tip as she reached the end. She knew he was in no hurry this morning and would savor the extended time she spent worshiping his dick. As her skill finally brought him off, his hand pulled her face tightly to him and he blasted a load into her throat. She was almost to the point of passing out from oxygen deprivation when he released her and she cleaned him with her tongue. Straightening her tight fitting skirt and blouse, she left his office to start her rounds. She would visit every senior employee and relieve them in whatever manner they wished. She was officially the “stress reliever” for his practice and every day serviced most of the 20 doctors that worked there. With an MBA, she was over-qualified for any position within his practice and when interviewed for the Office Manager’s opening, had been sure to point that out repeatedly. Dr. Paine had hired the stuck up woman and then quickly reduced her to a quivering sex toy with regular “therapy” sessions and mind-control orchestrated by his wife. She was further humiliated with breast enlargements, multiple piercings and modification to her vocal cords that produced a high-squeaky voice. She lived in a small room in the basement with only a bed and a bathroom and was available to any employee. Her diet consisted of a tasteless mush, but she was allowed to beg for treats from her fellow employees. You wouldn’t believe what she’d do for a Klondike bar!

Dolly Case

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please do let me know what you think, and if you like what you read, there is more of my work at: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub

The darkness lifted and the Dolly opened her eyes. That was about as much movement as she could do now. She gazed forward, seeing out into the room beyond, along with her reflection in the glass in front of her. Time was a blur now, no night or day, she only knew the case, her constant breathing and the whirr of the machines. She was still, but her mind was still active, remembering…

Dolly's Debut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone’s eyes following us.

It’s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling “FUCK DOLL” dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, “we won’t be needing these,” and locking them in her wall safe. There’s no escape for me tonight.

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you.

Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice.

Don't Knock It...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

…Till You’ve Tried It!

It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with.

Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them.

Donna's Turn to Watch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just another silly, fast-paced quickie. It won’t win a Pulitzer - but might evoke a smile.

Donna was feeling a little confrontational. Her brothers were hogging the television even though they knew that her favorite show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was on. “It’s a repeat,” Paul had said. “We know you already saw that show, anyways. We’re going to watch Judge Judy.” But it was Donna’s turn to watch and her brothers were just being jerks.

Door-To-Door

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I stood there, waiting for my bride to come down the aisle, I remembered the first time I saw her.

The address was down a side road just out of town. Getting near the end, I could see five small but well kept homes on large lots. Oddly, my predecessor’s records showed that each home was a sure sale, but always on different days. Why would he drive all the way out here five days in a row and only visit one house each time? This was a new territory for me and my predecessor had made regular sales here before, so I decided to stop and try my luck. It was a nice house with a well kept yard and a sale is a sale! This was my last stop for the day.

Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story. I have tried to create a sexy, erotic milieu for our bondage participants … I hope my readers will let me know if I have succeeded. Comments, critical and otherwise, are most welcome.

Our protagonists:

Lori Devalle (her lover, and loving tormenter, was Josh Allen) just short of her 23rd birthday, was 5'7" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. She had long, lustrous coal black hair, and a figure many women would kill for: 1) a beautiful set of boobs, very upright and erect, measuring 36" with a C/D cup - 2) thanks to many hours in restrictive corsets and waist training, she measured just under 24" around her middle - 3) 37" hips, with the most perfect bubble butt Josh had ever seen; shapely but firm, with no noticeable imperfections. Her legs were long but not especially beautiful, while she always thought her hips were too narrow, and so welcomed the corsets that made them appear wider.

Dream Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at karmap0licemen@gmail.com. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next.

Dreams of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mirkada is a remote city with unusual customs and laws; all women in public places within the city’s walls must be restrained; women who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Mark and Sally Frost are a couple of Cambridge academics who are fascinated by the city’s culture and history. As a result, they have become regular visitors, enjoying, along with increasing numbers of tourists, the lifestyle implications Mirkada offers. Sally particularly enjoys wearing the traditional Mrikadan costume, the vilisqaz, a garment designed to both restrain and display the female body.

Dual Nature

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part one (added: 2012/07/12)

Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor.

At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer “Yes.” she replied, “I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes.”

Edwards Fortyhands Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is about a young person that asked on the internet for (kinky) tasks to do. An unknown person replies to his request, sending him a task and ordering the young person to do. The young person follow the instructions of this unknown person and decided to perform the task, not knowing how it will turn out. This is where the story begins.

The Dare

The basic idea of this dare is to perform the Edward Fortyhands Challenge (EFC). The EFC is about drinking two 1 liter bottles filled with liquid that are taped around your hands until both bottles are empty. However, in the case of this dare, these two bottles contain a laxative liquid mixed with water, soda, grape juice or anything other you’d like to drink. Once this dare has been done, a report will be given answering certain questions.

Elite Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: true story with out the names

Part 1: First Visit

This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Ellie and the 'Self BDSM Outfit'

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story length 4600+ words. Pleased to receive comments or constructive criticism. Hope you like it.

Ellie kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her work clothes and slipped into a dressing gown. She had just got home from work. Later she would have a shower but for the moment she just wanted to relax. It was Friday evening and she was looking forward to having a relaxing weekend. It had been a very busy day at work and she just wanted to switch off. Usually at weekends she would go out with friends but this weekend she was just going to ‘chill’ at home.

Encore!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A quiet evening at home, listening to music can be relaxing - for some.

It had been an arduous and busy week. Hagen lay in the semi-darkness on his Le Corbusier chaise longue and relaxed with a glass of Scottish “water of life”. Most of the living room was shrouded in shadow, with only a small area in front of the fireplace lit by the flickering flames, and there, right in the middle of his field of vision, he had placed Helena.

Endurance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Slipping off her bathrobe, Samantha found her hands caressing the skin of her stomach and up to her breasts. She looked hard for proof of her age, finding little but confidence in her eyes. Even she would be hard pressed to believe she had just turned 40. Years ago, when she was just starting out in the business world, she had been a striking brunette, who used her beauty and charms to get what she wanted. Now, 20 years later, she found she had everything she had set out to achieve. Her position of Vice President had been earned both through her own sweat as well as the blood of not just a few contemporaries, men and women alike, who stood in her way. The office gossip had always involved the she-bitch Samantha Bennet, someone you didn’t want to lock horns with. Samantha enjoyed the reputation, and enjoyed instilling fear in her employees. The combination of her now striking beauty and steely attitude created a bubble of intimidation around her.

Endurance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foresightful as I was, I had a small towel at hand as I removed Patrizia’s gag. It was a standard three inch ball gag. Defined by me as standard, that was, because I knew how Triz loathed huge gags. How they put unbearable strain to her jaw muscles. For ball gags – or ring gags not sitting too deep – three inches was the absolute limit she and her talented mouth could take.

Engaged... To Be Collared

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Continuing story of Anna, Julia and Donald. Also mentions Joanne from “Holidays”

“So it’s agreed then my dear, we’ll postpone the wedding and in the mean time we’ll have you collared, as a sign of commitment to our relationship. We’ll have to have a little dinner party with a few friends to celebrate.” Anna beamed and looked down ad Donald, on his knees between hers. “I’m not sure Anna, er I mean Mistress.” He still hadn’t got used to calling Anna Mistress – another idea planted by Julia in Anna’s head he assumed. Julia was now Ma’am, Anna Mistress. “ I mean, you already know that I’m committed. The Lori’s Tube……..” “Yes, yes the Lori’s Tube. I know you’ve been wearing it for a while. But it’s just a way to show me that you’re faithful. You’re not saying that you want to be unfaithful are you?” “No Mistress, but it’s been eight months now. We said our engagement would be eight months, then……” “Then what Donald?” Anna was becoming impatient “Then we’d get married, live happily ever after…….. or you’d fuck my brains out?” “All of that I suppose Mistress.” Donald looked up hopefully and smiled weakly. Anna hitched her skirt up. “You may nuzzle.”

Enslaved At Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

John saw Kate’s profile on a BDSM dating website. He was seeking the Mistress/girlfriend of his dreams, and Kate seemed to be exactly what he wanted, but he doubted she would respond. She was 15 years younger than him and her photos showed a beautiful red-head artistically posing in a variety of fetish-wear. He wrote a respectful letter of introduction and was both thrilled and surprised to receive a response. It turned out they shared many of the same “vanilla” interests and chatted online effortlessly for hours, followed by more great phone conversations. Kate finally agreed to meet him for drinks and the chemistry was undeniable. Two martinis later, Kate said:

Equisite Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda was determined this time. She needed to feel the exquisite torture of being teased. She wanted to be able to prolong the pleasure of arousal as she had experienced in the past.

Linda and her partner had been split up for a few months and her mind and body were returning to ’normal’. She wasn’t dating again yet, but her body’s desires were attempting to get her back out there. At night she would masturbate to relieve her tension, but afterwards, always felt disappointed. The orgasm itself felt good, but she always hurried things too much, and hated that the pleasure was over all too quickly.

Escaped Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started when my friend took me out to his private ranch, out in the hills away from the City. All that open country with trees and even a small creek running through it made it look like heaven to a city girl like me. Even better, he didn’t live there, but had plans to build a house on the property some day. I saw a chance to have a private place where I could escape to indulge in my fantasies, so I didn’t hesitate to ask him for a key to the gate. He gave it to me, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, but I was glad to get it.

ESL: Bondage as a 2nd Language

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Of all the part-time jobs I’ve ever been through, and of all the ones I could have ever chosen, I’m probably happiest with my choice to be tutoring ESL now around my school schedule. I make my own hours, set my own wages, and best of all, I get to tutor Katherine.

At the age of nineteen (one year younger than me), Katherine is just about every single ESL tutor’s wet dream. Hailing from the distant land of Korea, Katherine is sweet, naive, and innocent. At least that’s the impression she seems to always give. She told me she was often quiet or soft-spoken, no matter who she was around. However after only a couple weeks of tutoring her, our sessions had often evolved into hour-long conversations where she would just talk her sweet little head off.

Eternal Embrace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is my very first attempt at writing so please bear with this one as I am learning. Most of this short story is written from the first person perspective of one of the doggirls and all of the participants are real as this was originally written as a fantasy/maybe someday kind of story shared between the two main participants and our Owners but we all agreed to share it after it was finished. ~ puppygirl kirika ryoko

Ever Increasing Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

Exchanges

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Author’s Notes: If you enjoy this story and would like to see more of my writings, please e-mail me at FESSELN1@aol.com. , visit my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ or follow my latest updates on Twitter. Any and all comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Exit Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sandra sank further into the bath, the warm water lapping over her shapely frame. The marble lined tub filled to the brim with scalding water was the magnum opus of luxury. Dim lights accentuated by the flicker of candles and a faint scent of lavender completing the relaxing mood. The lavish expanse of the room, not a wall for meters in any direction from the opulent tub, contrasted heavily with her memory of the recent past. If only she could stay here forever, in this moment. But this was not her reward; this was her test.

Experiments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago as an “alternate” story to a novel I was working on. I’ve changed the context to two flatmates and read through it again.

I’d be keen to know what you think, it’s much more sensual than many of my submissions here which are more about the bondage.

Alex sat at her computer, she was supposed to be working but she was bored. Her assignment for didn’t have to be in for another week, Facebook had nothing vaguely interesting on it and even Twitter seemed dull recently. Deciding she needed a distraction she set off to find her flatmate.

Exploring Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story here, I doubt I’m a good writer but I always wanted to write a story and see how it goes.Please show some empathy for the grammatical errors as my mother tongue is Greek and not english.

If you like it, I’ll keep writing more.

Chapter 1 (added: 2014/03/19)

I was out for a walk with my friend, Danae. Danae is 5 years older than me (She’s 23, I’m 18) , we sat in a bench in the park and talked.

Exposure Therapy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘This is a nightmare’ Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family’s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits.

Exquisite Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

She watched as Rebecca struggled in her unrelenting bonds. It was wonderful to watch and yet she too wanted to feel the tight encircling grasp of the restraints…

It was one of those days that happen from time to time around where I live when things all seem just a bit different. I should, of course, introduce myself. My name is Paige, and I am a 24 year old blonde. At 5"8 I have a killer body and I know it! I also have something else that only I know… a penchant for Bondage. I especially like to be tied up, and to feel that sense of utter hopelessness. Back to the day, and I’ve got the week off work, which is great for me. Not so much for everyone else who still has to go to their jobs. so if I had the day off, and nothng better to do, what do you think I decided to do?

Extra

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1 - Obsession

Silvia moaned in delight as the first pleasure waves of a nearing orgasm hit her. Her eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of her, watching adult superstar Brock Peters have his way with two stunning blondes. Silvia was so envious of those girls. They got the privilege to play with Brock’s real 9-inch cock, whereas she only had a life size replica at her disposal.

Extra Credit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was a new semester, and I was trying my hardest to figure out what classes to take. I was starting my junior year at the local community college, and I still needed an elective class that counted as 1 credit to help me graduate on time. I was scrolling through the online course catalog when I came upon a class that sounded rather interesting. “Sexual tendencies of the x generation couple”. Sounded interesting, and it was convenient, being a night class it would fit great around work. The class met once a week on Tuesdays, and lasted the duration of the semester. I enrolled, and completed the rest of the required documentation. The new semester started next week, I could hardly wait to see what this class would turn into.

Extreme Mistress Online

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I found Mistress on line and new to the area she has not yet set up a dungeon or a play space which made me wonder or not about her ability to be a Mistress. But she looked great which I know has nothing to do with anything at all but I first e:mailed her of any toys and what she might be able to bring to a hotel room.

Failed Escape Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PART 1

I had a crush on Gloria since I was 11 and met her the first time. Her then-husband worked for my folks’construction company, and I met her at 4th of July BBQ they had. Gloria is blond, large- breasted, nice round ass just beggin to be patted, luscious lips to kiss (or do other things), and gorgeous. She and her ex were also friends with my older sister, and when she got married, they were at the reception. Gloria was dressed to “the nines”, tight blouse with just a bit of cleavage, tight skirt hugging that delicious ass, hose, and stiletto heels. The heels made her taller than her husband, which ws one of the issues causing their marital discord. Her husband just wanted to sit and drink, Gloria wanted to dance, and other than me, there were no unattached males. So, her husband asked me to dance with her. It was heaven on earth. Holding her close, feeling her memorable boobs against my chest, wowza! Couple of time we even kinda rubbed crotches, and twice, she rubbed her ass against my crotch. Yep, it gave me an instant hard-on. Fast forward about 5 years, I was now 21, and out on the town with friends celebrating my 21st birthday.

Family Bonding

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)

Love and lust are strange things. Most teenage girls develop carnal attraction and fall in love in the usual way: Meet a nice boy, get to know each other, build trust, seal the deal with a kiss, and consummate the deal with sex, then get married and live happily ever after. My love and lust story however is quite different the norm, and to many, may seem immoral and socially unacceptable. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I will not let the social norm deter my love for him. The following is my true story of love and sex with someone whom I never thought would fall for so strongly in love with.

Family Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story submitted to Utopia Stories. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to future updates and twists!

Chapter 1

Well, it had finally arrived. After a week of anxiously waiting my first sex toy had arrived in the mail! This came as quite the relief as my entire family including myself were to leave on a vacation the following day. I quickly picked up my box and headed towards my bedroom to examine my newly arrived toy.

Fantasy and Fate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you never act to realize a fantasy it will never happen, if you do you may be surprised.

1. Advertising

Justin’s home was a mess; he seldom put things away, he only washed dishes when there were no clean ones left, and he only picked up his dirty laundry and washed it when he had nothing left to wear. Perhaps this was in reaction to his upbringing; his parents had been neat freaks; their house was always dusted and clean and everything put tidily away in its proper place.

Fantasy Becomes Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When I was a teenager I read a paperback novel that was all about bondage adventures on a Mediterranean Island. Ever since I have fantasised about being tied up. However this was to remain a fantasy limited to reading bondage stories and looking at bondage videos on the Internet. But this was all to change a few months ago and my fantasies were to become a reality.

It all started when the company I worked for closed down and I found myself out of work. As I needed to eat I looked for a new job. I found one in the city. But getting there every day would involve a long trip from where I lived so decided to move to an apartment nearer the CBD. It is not a grand place but it’s one I can afford and it has a small balcony with a pleasant outlook over a park. After work a couple of days after I moved in I was waiting for the elevator to go up to my new abode when a couple of girls walked up. The door opened and the three of us went in.

Fantasy Football Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

January 19, 2014 6am

Heather Kern was extremely nervous and could not sleep, so she got out of bed early this morning, as this was the day set by the fantasy football league for all losers to start their one week of slavery. Heather was a pure dominatrix and she had never served as a slave, but as she lost in the league and also a personal bet to Racheal Smith, she and her two slaves (her husband Robert and her lesbian lover Sue) were going to be serving two weeks of no limit slavery.

Fantasy on a Vanilla Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Yes, this is fiction, sort of. It is a real fantasy and described as a fantasy - I guess it is non-fiction.:) (Although Hank and Janet might be surprised at that.)

Hank had a weird situation. He was going on a vanilla date with a Domme while cyberly serving one far away. (Yes, they knew of each other.)

It was a usual date except he was in a FemDom chastity device and she understood why he wouldn’t try to get in her pants. (For those unfamiliar with it the FemDom is low security. Real low. But if taken off without authorization it was almost impossible to put back on without even a cheap webcam showing he had cheated. It was really all he needed.)

Fantasy Tease and Denial

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My Princess is at class. It is late and the kids are already in bed. I am downstairs doing what any guy would do in my situation… browsing Tumblr.

I am locked up. Over a week now with no release. Every little thing makes me think of what I can’t do… and staring at pictures of what I can’t do make me want it even more.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone, her text-tone, brings my attention away from the computer screen. “Go get a chair from the kitchen and bring it downstairs.” An odd request, but certainly not anything to question. I do so and reply that it is done. After a few minutes, a second text comes in, “Lock the bedroom door and strip.”

Fast Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach!

It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain.

February 14th

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based upon an actual event but I have

The alarm went off at 6:30am as it does every work day morning and as I do every time it goes off, I reached over and hit the snooze button. There is not way I can go to work today I thought as I lay there waiting for the annoying buzzer to announce the end of the snooze time. This was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever and to go to the office and see all the other girls getting flowers and discussing romantic plans for the evening would be too much. I’m just going to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself. So I shut the alarm off and called the office, leaving a voice mail message for my boss telling her that I was sick…….again. That bitch would be the worst of them all, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive jewelry and telling everyone how her rich ass husband was taking her out to eat at this fancy place where a meal cost more than my week’s salary.

Felicity Rivers Bound and Fucked Senseless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The door creaked open and an innocent-looking girl entered the room, flinching as the heavy metal door slammed back into place. She looked around the room uncertainly, perhaps wondering if she was in the right place.

“Hello,” I greeted her, smiling serenely. Her eyes darted to me and a shy smile broke out across her features.

“Uhh.. H-Hi, sir. Are you The Bondsman?”

“That I am, girl. And you would be…?”

Femina: A Report from the Matriarchal City State

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This concept story is in the form of a news article about a FemDom city state. It is an attempt to build a vaguely plausible fictional reality in which other stories could be written. This mostly sets the scene for stories to follow.

Following months of requests I was the first international journalist to be granted access to secretive city state of Femina. Femina was one of the many small states to appear following the collapse of the former Russian Federation. It’s apparent stability and prosperity meant it outlived most of the others that appeared in the vacuum of power. However it’s secrecy has led to wild stories and speculation backed up by precious little evidence.

Festival Bound

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true recount of events from last weekend.

I’ve always been a kinky sort, so the chance to combine being kinky with being out in a normal public area was a real draw for me.

I was going to a one-day festival in a UK seaside town. These things are notorious for drunken behaviour, but more so for the lack of decent toilet facilities. I decided I’d try and find a way around that this year!

Finding My Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this is sort of a dark fantasy of mine, while I’m 33, single, only did it with one lady, and am quite straight, the idea of sliding into a simple lifestyle without challenge always held some allure to me

Chapter 1

I’m Brandon and I figured I’d write a few sentences about life with Jessy, my best friend and my girl. She is cute and we met in a local mall, and she gets me more sex than I can handle. Her hair changes colors seemingly weekly, although normally a purple streak or two is involved. Today she is a blonde, some black at the roots, and yes purple above the eyes. Jessy is green eyed, just a hair shorter than me, and about my age (28) though considerably more ‘perky’. But on paper all relationships look like sun and rainbows. Even across the way they tend to seem sweeter than what either participant might consider.

First Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra.

Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

First Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was at the annual college Halloween dress up party. Though costumes were required, high quality or staying true to theme was not, so people showed up in anything from fancy Frankenstein and gorilla outfits, to simpler togas or just masks. I was wearing a cop costume that had been found in an obscure fraternity attic of a friend of a friend.

It was late and the party was winding down. I was alone now as the friend I had come with had hit it off somewhat unexpectedly with a girl he’d met and taken off. I happened to be standing near the door getting a refill when I saw her arrive. Though she was wearing a mask it was unmistakeably Allison. I would have recognized those long and slender but muscular ‘tennis team’ legs, her startling light brown (almost amber) eyes, and the sweet curve of her jaw plus full intricate lips, framed by her stylish long blond hair, through just about any disguise.

First Forced Bi Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story about me. i plan to post my adventure on here to hope to inspire others seek out there fantisies.

I am a collage student age 20 I have always like bondage with my girlfriends. But in the past 2 years i have been wanting to be dominated by a man. i looked at craigslist and at collarme.com and even fetlife.com. well collarme was a disappointing because there was not many dominate gay males in my area. Fetlife sucked because its somewhat hard to see what is out there with the search. Well craigslist was a little scary because all the stories i have heard from the news but it was the only place for sure to get me some replies. The ad i put up asked for a male with a garage so i could walk in and get bound up then he could use me for what ever he wanted as long as we had protected anal sex and no permanent marks. well what would happen is that when the day come by for me to do it i would panic and not go, but finally i agreed to go with this guy from the north side of San Antonio because it was in a nicer neighborhood. previous guys that responded live in really low income neighborhood so that was the main reason i would back out. i agreed to a over night bound stay on the following Friday.

First Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy

First night.

“Come on, please”. I pleaded.

Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave”

I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed.

First Time Locked

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gary had played mild bondage games with Denise in the past with a little bit of spanking with whips and a cane. For a while he had had a strong interest in chastity. He talked about it with Denise she was non-committal so he had decided to get a CB3000.

When it arrived he put it on and handed Denise the key. He realised quickly she wasn’t very happy about this. So they talked about there feelings and concerns and came to an understanding that he would wait until Denise was ready. So Denise unlocked him and he took it off.

Five Nights With Madame Pearl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day One

Mistress Sun had asked me to stay at her house for the week while she was out of town on business. I gladly accepted, knowing how happy it would make my mistress. My first mistake came on Monday morning while I was attending to my morning erection. I was in Mistress Sun’s bathroom, eyes closed and completely oblivious to anything other than pleasuring myself when I heard a distinctly feminine cough. I opened my eyes to find Madame Pearl wagging a finger at me and giving me the evilest of grins I could imagine. She told me that I was pretty much fucked if I finished or not, so I closed my eyes and quickly completed my business.

Five Points

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first story I’ve ever felt okay enough about to share publicly. I still don’t think it’s great, mind you. You’ve been warned :)

It had been more than two months since he’d last been permitted to cum.

Their sex life, he would tell his male friends when they asked, had never been better. And this was true, in a sense. Her orgasms had never been so powerful, so charged with erotic intensity, as they had become now that his were disallowed completely. It was almost as though, in the time before, they had both been drawing from the same finite spring of pleasure, and that now, with him forbidden from partaking, there was that much more left over for her. She had always been beautiful– her dark Mediterranean features, lustrous black hair, and full, supple ass– had always made him feel starkly inadequate, standing beside her in public. But now, she seemed to glow ten times more radiantly, casually confident as she projected an aura of sexual satisfaction to everyone who saw her.

Fixing Beth's Problems

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I never knew your minivan had so much space in the back.” Tim was momentarily startled but quickly relaxed when he saw his good friend Beth looking at him through his van’s open rear doors.

“Oh sure. There’s lots of space when you take out the seats.” Tim unrolled the cushion and centered it on the van floor. He tossed two gray blankets on top of the cushion. “I’m sure you’ll find the ride very comfortable. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Football Sunday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If anyone wants to make a video of this idea.. I’d love to see it.

Football Sunday was here again. I clipped the leash to the front of my wife Kerry’s collar, and led her the short walk up the driveway to my friend Dan’s front door. She kept her head bowed, not so much out of submission, but more of the hope that passing traffic and casual onlookers wouldn’t notice the bright red ball wedged deep in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her, held by a pair of chained cuffs underneath her long wool coat.

For Her

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

All hell broke loose just moments after I was back from my two week business trip. We had a ritual: As soon as the door locked behind me, I was to drop my trousers and underwear and present the unbroken seal of the CB 3000 to my wife, only this time the seal was broken, and I had absolutely now idea how that had happened.

She focused entirely on the visible fact, totally uninterested in any explanations.

For the Love of Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is about medical bondage. Diapers are used, but it is not the main idea of the story. Instead, the diapers are used as a way to keep Mike locked in his medical bondage that much longer.

When Grace died, I thought my world had crashed down around me. We grew up together, were high school sweethearts and continued together into college. I graduated the top of my class and Grace accepted my hand in marriage. We traveled together to Graduate School where I pursued my Masters and Ph.D. Grace worked as a registered home health nurse. We had two children and I started working as a researcher and writer. As the children grew, we played and prayed and weathered the bumps of life and grew ever closer. When the children grew up and left the house for their own lives , Grace and I started playing with each other all over again, just as we had when we were kids. We enjoyed each others laugh and struggles and predicaments. One night, when Grace mentioned she missed having a baby around to feed and diaper and play with, I casually replied, “Well you can always diaper and play with me if you want.” She laughed at that. I didn’t think much more about it.

Forbidden Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have originally written this for myself, however I decided to share it. For now this is the full story, however I may write some kind of continuation of it in the future. Enjoy!

I’m a single mother. My husband left me and my son Jim 4 years ago. Since then I cared for Jim alone. He is 18 years old now, just finished school and is currently unemployed.

Framed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a full story, but there could be other parts added if anyone likes this!

Framed

I had responded to an advert on a TV/TS website, under the Events section:

“T Girls wanted for hotel meet at the Airport on Sunday arriving at 3 pm”

I sent an initial email with a few photos of me dressed, the organiser, Terry told me what would normally happen and who would be attending. He had got 2 other T girls wanting turn up and 3 other men besides himself. A number of others had expressed interest but hadn’t confirmed. He was very interested when I said I’d love to be tied up helpless and used - “the guys would love you” he said.

Freedom Island

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

If asked, I would have had a hard time explaining why I did it. After college, I had endured a series of mindbogglingly boring jobs. Finally when I was 27, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a change. After 2 years at a mid-sized start up, I had felt I had found my place. With several promotions and a lot of recognition from the owner, I finally felt good about my future. However, out of nowhere the company was sold and I was deemed a redundancy and sent packing. As I scrolled through the wanted ads on my computer, I realized I couldn’t bring himself to start over again.

Friday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The story begins one Friday night. I’d had a hard week at work and was incredible horny. Not having anyone to share this with meant I had to indulge in a little self-gratification to deal with my “stress” problems. I had received the instructions via email and was to follow them to secure both my restraint and my release. Of course, the entire episode will be filmed live on the web cam I had recently purchased for the viewing pleasure of my Mistress.

Friends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I’ve never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I’ve marked it as part one as now I’ve introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit!

Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I’m sure we’ll see more of the two couples!

Friends Reunited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please enjoy and any females interested in chatting please feel free to email me

Ok so this happened to me a couple of years ago and I have never really had the chance to tell this story as it is not something that is socially acceptable. Before I start I must say the following events did take place I just have changed names and the slight chronological order so it all fits in.

Friends Reunited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

He traveled to the hotel excited at seeing his friend. The plan was for him to check in while she was still at work. On arrival at the front desk, he gave his name. “Oh your girlfriend has already checked in at lunchtime here is you key card room 415”.

“Thanks” he said and made his way to the lift. He messaged his friend to say at the hotel I see you already checked in? She instantly replied “yep had some spare time on my lunch break. Enjoy your surprise x”

From Bad to Worse

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today was the day. I have waiting patiently for Friday night to start my adventure. I had come up with the idea earlier in the week when I was changing the batteries in my walkman. The idea was so simple that I didn’t believe I didn’t think of it before. An electromagnetic release system. I had used ice a number of times, but most of the time I get the “urge” at anytime and usually never think to keep a key frozen in the fridge.

From Fantasy to Reality, A Model in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories.

From the Female Bible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Peri is a member of a rather unique church that expects females to submit to the men in their lives. Females are inferior to Males and this commandment forms the foundation of her life and her role in society.

Chaptees 1 <

The 10 commandments for females

Females are inferior to Males
No female may hold a position of authority over any Male
No female may question the authority of any Male

Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here’s hoping . . .

I hadn’t really expected the night I had in store.

I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her.

Fun with an 18" Double Dong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After I graduated from college, I went to work for my grandfather’s Foundation. I had been accepted in an MBA program at an East Coast University, but decided to defer for at least one year. Rather than get an apartment, I decided to live at home with my Mom and Dad. Either way, I would have to commute to the Foundation’s downtown office.

I wanted to get a solid year’s worth of business experience, before deciding if I would go onto grad school. My Dad actually had been running the Foundation, as CEO, since my grandfather retired to Florida. I had worked for the Foundation part-time, and during summers, since I was 16. I found the business of a Foundation fascinating. You met with all types of people, who were involved in many different areas of business. I was placed in charge of new accounts for grant applications under $1 million (with the CEO looking over my shoulder to help me learn and approve my major decisions.

FutureCom's New Barista

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Clara’s brow furrowed slightly as she answered the questions on the touch screen in front of her.

Have you had any children? - No. Are you on any hormonal birth control? - No Do you live alone? - Yes Any family or siblings? - No siblings. Parents passed when she was a teenager. Do you have any piercings or body modifications? - No Have you had any severe injuries or surgeries? - No Any fears or phobias? - Can’t think of any.

Gabrielle Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.

Gabrielle's Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

Garden Shed Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sarah’s’ life had finally gone her way. She landed a great job at a major company and finally been able to move out of her parent’s home. She had just finished unpacking all of her belongings and was considering living out one of her fantasy. She had been into bondage for about three years but couldn’t really do anything too risky but now she could play and add the thrill of being seen in bondage. It was something that she had always wanted to try and now that she had the chance she was going to do what she had always wanted to do.

Genevieve in Repose

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

His helmet bumped up and over her sacral flexure and, for the first time, she felt what it was like to have the fist of Zeuss buried deep within her concavity, filling her, forcing her, willing her to open her mouth for his fingers.

I didn’t remember our actions as being so desperate, so preternatural, so painfully, breathtakingly disturbed. Watching the proof of it now I am rendered ashamed, not so much of her but of myself for having videotaped it.

Gimpy Waited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was written for a podcast to be read on October 25, 2020 by Enchantrix Harper. https://www.spreaker.com/user/cock-radio/ws-228-listener-stories-and-tarot. The requirement was that it was to be less than 1500 words.

Gimpy waited.

It had completely lost track of time. It couldn’t remember the last time that it had been allowed to see. The thick, form fitting leather surrounding his head completely blocked any possibility of vision. The layers of leather encasing its head and it’s features had been something that it had come to terms with, but the loss of it’s sight at the will of it’s owner seemed like days ago.

Girls Friday, continued

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I started in on my hobby of writing by doing sequels to stories by other writers. That is the way my imagination often runs. Now it has happened again. This one is the first of a set of sequels to Girls Friday, by Morlock. I have asked him for permission, which he granted. He has seen advance copies before the sequels are posted.

This is a sequel, so it begins with the action already well underway. In order to better understand what is happening, you need to read Morlock’s original story first.

Girls Gone Kinky

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Girls Gone Kinky” the radio announcer said.

“Tomorrow night at the Johnson warehouse, ‘Girls gone Kinky’ will be shooting their Halloween edition. Free admission to girls in costumes. Door open at 6:00 Happy hour all night long. Cash awards to the lucky girls chosen to be in the video.”

Sue turned off the car radio and thought about attending the out of season event. It was after all spring break weekend and she had not done anything wild all week or even semester. She felt it was time she cut loose. Halloween in March sounded like the perfect event and a shot at some money wouldn’t be all bad either.

Giselle: The Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first of several story ideas I’ve had that reflect my personal tastes. I welcome feedback so any following stories can be more enjoyable to the readers. As this is fantasy, I have taken liberties with psychology, moral attitudes and the physical limitations of my characters. I warn readers that I am a sadist at heart, but prefer my victims enjoy the pain, discomfort and sex so most of my writing is consensual, but non-consensual acts may occur.

Globes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: One minute someone’s telling you about zorbing the next minute you’re having kinky ideas… sometimes I wonder what would happen if my friends got inside my head for a few hours! A short story with a slightly strange idea, please let me know if it intrigues - maybe Steve has other clients?

Curiously I knocked on the door, from the outside the warehouse looked nondescript, there was no sign above the entrance and no indication of what took place inside. Abruptly the door opened and a dark haired man in his thirties appeared to shake my hand firmly. He smelt of machines and metalwork.

Going Clubbing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Goldielocks and the Three Bears

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another of those pesky fairy tales, re-imagined

Once upon a time, there was a magic forest - probably the same one Red Riding Hood’s grandma lived in, but at the other end - and in the forest lived three Bears. One day, they decided to go for a walk to get a bit of fresh air. Daddy Bear, who was the team’s quarterback, whistled a happy tune as he strolled along with Mummy Bear, the head cheerleader for the Chicago-based NFL franchise. Baby Bear wasn’t actually a Bear at all - she was a Cub, working in the front office as a receptionist. She was getting rather more fresh air than the other two, because she was naked, apart from the collar and cuffs she wore that marked her as the Bears’ sex slave.

Good Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Looking forward to your comments!

Part 1

“I miss my little doggy, I hope he comes back home before 6 o’clock tonight.”

This is the message I received just after lunch today.

The sender was an older gentleman by the name of Randall. I use the phrase ‘older gentlemen as he is eleven years my senior. I being slim but muscular smooth bodied 21 year old college student and he is a bald and slightly rounded 32 year old IT professional, you can imagine that our relationship was not purely based on romance.

Good Neighbor Samantha

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

“Sam, I have a favor to ask you.”

We were drinking coffee in Barb’s kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision.

“I want you to put me in a strait jacket,” she said calmly.

“A strait jacket? Are you insane?” I responded.

“No,” she answered, “We had to buy it online.” She often made strange statements like that. I’ve learned to ignore them.

Good Night Gone Bad

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Roxee was often called “Goth” or “Punk”. Mostly because kids at school are idiots. Which brought up her next issue, lack of adequate sex partners. Not that she couldn’t get fucked if she had wanted to but the boys and girls had no idea what to do with her. She had always loved being tied up, before she even realized that it could be applied to sex. And once she figured that out it was on. Or would have been had not everyone she had tried it with failed so pathetically. But that was about to change. She walked into her basement and flicked on the light. As she moved past a old mirror her mom kept down there she caught a reflection of herself and even she had to admit that it was pretty hot. Her 5’ 2’’ 105lbs. body was devoid of hair from her neck down and clad in black fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt and nothing else. To top off her look after she turned eighteen, which happened four months ago, Roxee had the local tattoo guy put small steel rings through each nipple and her clit hood.

Gradual Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband.

I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship.

Green Meadows

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was already late. The sun was about to cross the line of the horizon. Samuel would be about to pick me up soon. I wanted a few more minutes. Always a few more. It had been raining the same morning. The wet grass tickled my thighs and buttocks.

I could hear footsteps at my back. He surely would help me getting up. It was a part of his job, after all, but I’d rather do it by myself. It took me a lot of time figuring out how. With my arms bound at my back and a chain between my ankles even the most simple task could be pretty hard. The key was having a bit of help from a dear friend.

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a different theme to my first story ‘A Model Worker’. Hope you like it, constructive criticism always welcomed.

Chapter 1: In bondage no one can hear me scream

Ba-dum … Ba-dum ….

My heart is beating powerfully and fast.

Ba-dum … Ba-dum ….

Darkness. Endless darkness. My eyes are open yet I can see nothing.

Ba-dum … Ba-dum ….

Silence. I hear nothing outside of my own body. All I hear is my blood pumping through my veins and my laboured breathing whistling like a sirocco through my nostrils.

Halloween Hanging

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story.

“You want me to hang you for Halloween???” Marianne was aghast.

“No, you’re not going to hang me,” I explained, “It is just going to *look* like I’m being hanged.”

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. It gives me a chance to indulge in certain interests of mine, which any other time of the year would be frowned upon.

Halloween Hunting

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story idea was inspired by a fan/ e-mail correspondent. Thanks, Mike! Happy Halloween and happy bondaging!

She admired her shiny black skin-tight latex-attired, corseted, booted, hooded figure in her full-length mirror, posing from different angles, getting her full fill of her sexy, bad self. She smiled, smacking her tight, gleaming, beautifully-rounded ass, straining to look back over her shoulder in the long, tight, thick latex neck-corselet, a cigarette in her other latex-gloved hand, cocked back at shoulder height.

Halloween Mishap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my friends don’t know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or the fact that I have a nice cache of material, including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does.

I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I’d been trying to tie myself up properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they never had any ‘goods’. They were very, very strict on regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed all that.

Hanging Around

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust.

Hannah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is based on true fantasies, and the character of Nicki is definitely me. I did have a roommate who I didn’t like, and a lot of the things about self-bondage and Nicki’s history are true. Of course, I would never have the guts to do what Nicki does, but that’s why it’s fiction. ;)

Thanks so much for all the great comments so far! I appreciate them, and will try to work in some of your suggestions. Keep them coming!

Hannah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve put some older stories into an ebook. Feel free to take a look, I’m in need of a good review…. A. x

Part 1

This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair.

Happy Birthday Damien

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours…

Happy Birthday Heather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20’s, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses.

Happy Birthday in Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a partially true story that I’m hoping may soon be completely true. Happy Birthday to me hopefully!

She already said no after looking at me like I was nuts. But I had persisted. This wasn’t the first odd request I had made. She’s humored my bondage requests before, also after acting like I was nuts, but once we were in the middle of it, it seemed like she truly enjoyed the experience of sensually teasing me while I was hopelessly immobile. Perhaps what she really enjoyed was seeing just how turned on I became.

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Happy Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse.

Happy Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Halloween had just ended and my wife and I were talking about costumes from the party we went to. Of course, there were those who went to the costume store and went all out, make-up, wigs, authentic clothing etc… Then there were those who chose to go cheap with the poorly made costumes or they grabbed something at the last minute. Most of those were so drunk by the end of the party it didn’t matter to them anyway. We kind of took the middle of the road, went inexpensive, and borrowed some costumes, but looked cute.

Happy Puppy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is (potentially, if all y’all ask) part one of a three part story covering Princess’s adventures over the course of a weekend here in the beautiful Bay Area.

While this is a work of fiction generally, much of the content is drawn from actual situations, and I tried to keep it as realistic as possible. In addition, this is the first story I’ve attempted in the woman’s voice, and specifically solicit feedback from those of the fairer sex as to any problems or improvements you see.

Hard Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy.

“Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.”

Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber.

Harry Potter and the Wicked Witch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too.

Haruki Takes Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I have had the idea in my head for a while but made up the story on the spot as I wrote it.

This is, I think, not the default ’tie-someone-up-and-fuck-his/her-brains-out’ kinda thing. I think there is a lot more to it. I tried to put some actual build-up and feelings into it and also some rookie mistakes.

It’s for you to decide and comment on if it worked.

He's No Dummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the third and last chapter (Three) of “He’s No Dummy”. My “one hit wonders” are funny and short (about three page) stories that I hope make you smile - “coffee break” stories, as one of the commenters aptly said. I strung three of them together here because, well, I loved the Su Lee character and felt she needed more explanation. I’ll continue the saga in “She’s No Dummy” as I try to get back to the One Hit format.

Health Inspection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emma swore softly under her breath as the blare of the other car’s horn jerked her back to reality. She waved apologetically to the driver she’d cut off, and tried to concentrate harder on the road around her, blushing at her mistake. Not for the first time that morning she cursed the name of her boss at the Health and Safety Executive. When she’d been the most junior member of the inspection team, she’d accepted being sent on all the rotten inspection assignments as a price she had to pay to climb the ladder. But there were two other men on the team more junior than her now, and yet she was always the last to be consulted, always the one who got the inspections no-one else wanted.

Heat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A friend once did something similar to me, it was so frustrating having the key, but not having it. It really works!

Part I

Although Kate had been writing to Jade off and on for years, they had never met. Now in her twenties and traveling around the world, Kate decided it was time to finally meet her long time pen pal.

Since getting off the plane in Hong Kong, the heat and humidity had been over powering. Kate took the subway and then by foot following Jade’s detailed instructions. She finally arrived at a block of flats that soared above her, with a mish mash of washing and air conditioners making the tower look older than it probably was.

Heidi's Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh how can I thank you?” Heidi exclaimed.

She had been made redundant three months earlier and had spent most of that time moping around her house as she was right now in a dirty white tee-shirt and old blue denim shorts. Her long brown hair was a mess that she had quickly pulled up into a rough ponytail.

But her ex-boss had just called by unexpectedly to say that he’d got her an interview for a fantastic job, and she knew that with his recommendation she had every chance to get it.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Her Ancestors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The doorbell rang. “Come in!” I yelled, “It’s unlocked!” Leah was already setting her shoes by the door before I finished the sentence. Chinese people don’t like to wear shoes inside for some reason.

Leah raced across the room in her cute little yellow tennis outfit and jumped into my lap. Putting her arms around my neck she said, “David, can we play ‘Seat Belt’ tonight? My back hurts and it would really help.”

Her Birthday Celebration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration.

It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home.

Her whispered “Hello” greets My call.

Her Instruction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Standing there looking at it gave me both a feeling of fear and excitement. The design was flawless. I have always enjoyed the lifestyle and the loss of control. But more now than ever I am driven by the experience, the expectation and of course the pain. Mistress has not seen this yet and The anticipation I am feeling is quite overwhelming. Knowing that in a few moments she will for the first time be able to give me what she calls our deepest desire. I asked her long ago to use her gifted imagination and find a way to test me both mentally and physically. I was dismayed when she told me but now I am astonished by her insight.

Her Own Prisoner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emily sat there on her bed looking over all her toys and considering all her options, she wanted to surprise Lee for a change, She started with her clothing she picked out Lees favourite a school girl outfit, she slipped it on over a tight bra and picked out a simple red G string, she then tied her hair in pig tails with ribbons and took a look in the mirror, she was not too sure about her look but new it was Lees favourite on her. She then sat back down on the bed and started to prepare herself, she picked up one of her biggest vibrators, and covered it in lube then tested it turning it on, she turned it back off replaced the batteries with new ones to make sure they would last then slipped it inside her, it was a little hard at first but after the first couple of inches the rest slipped it. Emily pushed it all the way inside herself then pulled the G string over it to hold it in place. Next she wanted to fill her ass, she picked out a medium sized butt plug and smothered it in lube then slipped that inside her also, she felt full up but new it would be worth it, next she decided something for her clit, just to top it all off. She found a butterfly vibrator and adjusted it so it sat just on her clit. Once everything was in place she made sure her G string was on tight to hold it all in place.

Her Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will not be for everyone. It is inspired by a real person and I have endured a number of the things that she goes through so I write from experience.

Chapter 1

“You seem nervous,” I began. She nodded, biting her lip. I cocked an eyebrow and she said, “Yes.” I tilted my head slightly to the side, an invitation to elaborate further and she replied, “Yes, Sir, I am nervous.” I looked her up and down. I knew she was about 40 though she took care of herself well so looked much younger. About 5'4", athletic though softly curved body; she apparently swam, ran, and did yoga every day. Brown hair, light brown eyes, clear fair skin, not a wrinkle nor a grey hair to be seen. Quite remarkable for the mother of a 16 year old, a 13 year old, and-the surprise child-a 3 year old. That’s where we met, pre-pre-school. I had not realized such a thing existed until I became a parent. Though it was a relief to know that it did. A morning or few a week away from the kids. Though my wife and I shared the parenting duties, it was the mothers of all of the other children who volunteered. Me and nine women, including my wife, on rotating shifts helping the teacher. That’s how we got to know her. My wife and I discussed her right after we met her at the first parent social. My wife started the conversation, “Who is the one with the dark secrets?” I replied, “It’s obvious to you, too? She has some skeletons in her closet for sure. I wonder if the 3 year old is even his,” I added, referring to the father we briefly met before he disappeared into the corner for a business call. “If that is how he is all the time, I bet she feels a bit . . . neglected.” My wife nodded and said, “Shall I suss her out?” I smiled and she replied, “I will take that as a yes.”

Her's

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He was blindfolded. His hands tied behind his back. His mouth gagged. He was sitting on his knees, and they were starting to hurt from the hard floor. His ankles were cuffed to bolts on the floor.

He was Naked and cold, except for a pair of very tight briefs. The briefs hugged his balls and penis very tightly, making his balls ache from the pressure and his penis hard from the mere friction. He was shivering, and a bit scared. Not able to see, or feel anyone around him. In silence, he awaited her.

Here I Am

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All comments and suggestions welcome. Hope you enjoy, I know I did.

Here I am, tied spread eagle to my own bed wondering what is going to happen next. I have been in this position for over five hours and have just had the biggest mind blowing orgasm of my life. She had started very slowly, lightly playfully fingering my nipples, my balls, the bottom of my shaft, then a couple of deep passionate kisses. I did not want her lips to move from mine, she is an awesome kisser.

Hermione and the Fairy Briedel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sequel to ‘Hermione and the Fairy’ which is a story I came across during a quiet period on the site when I took the opportunity to explore the archive. Like many readers, I thought it was a great work of sexy fan fiction and a lovely kinky story too. At the end of a story I noticed that there were several requests for a sequel - as there often are with a good one. I wanted one too but as it hasn’t appeared for the last three years, I decided to write one myself.

Hidden Treasures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Mystery

It had been a month since Erica’s great aunt had passed away. She and Erica had been quite close so it was no surprise when her will decreed that her entire estate be left with Erica. Erica was only 26 at the time and was one of the few blood relatives still alive at the time of her aunt’s departure. She had been interning for a software company in Ohio during her junior and senior year at college and had hired in full time a mere 3 months ago. She and her boss had a great working relationship and usually hung out after work together. They often organized rock-climbing or rafting trips as “Team Building Exercises” for their fellow employees. This meant they could take dream vacations while dragging along their friends at work without having to pay for it or use precious vacation time. Erica had suggested this during her senior internship to help boost moral and increase team spirit. The “big boss” even bought into the idea and gave her a huge bonus for “.going that extra mile.”

Hide And Seek Adult Style

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I received a phone from Anna. Her call was short and to the point, ordering me over to her house as she does regularly. I had been making frequent visits to Anna’s since I was caught ’enjoying’ her clothes. And yes, I have to admit that I do enjoy the visits. So I was stood on her doorstep, shaking with nervous anticipation at the thought of what Anna had planned for me. I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened and Anna was stood in the entrance hall. I was somewhat slightly disappointed as Anna was dressed rather conservatively in a white cotton blouse, black knee length skirt and tights.

High Heels and the Computer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please help me

It all started simply enough. I just loved to cross dress in lingerie and high heels. Then I bought a computer and discovered sites like this one. From there things began to expand as did my wardrobe and my interests. Self bondage, mummyfication, full crossdressing all began to fascinate me. I was spending entirely too much time and way too much of our budget on clothes, bondage gear and chat rooms.

His Birthday Suprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

“Come here – Now!”

Normally, any words from his sexy wife sent delicious thrills to his soul. However, when she used her husky and demanding voice, he usually went weak in the knees. This time was no different. He quickly shuffled over and sat next to her on the couch. She stared into his eyes as he shifted uneasily. Her eyes were like fire – melting all they looked upon. She loved to tease and torment him, and their bondage gear had steadily grown over the years as they both found their love of kink only increased over the years. She had a perfect body for her 5’7” height and she loved to drive him wild with it. His height matched hers and his muscle tone kept him larger than her. She loved every opportunity to dominate her stronger and larger husband, and he realized that today would be no different. Today was his birthday, and as he stared into her fiery eyes, he gulped – knowing that her gift would be intense indeed.

Hoisted Lucy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of a young female apprentice finding her skills are more suited to bondage.

A slow start building the characters and establishing the plot but if you enjoyed ‘Dian Taylor - Oh My God’ then stick with it, this is for you; it soon livens up and never releases!

Chapter 1

I considered myself extremely lucky; getting an established mechanic to take me on as an apprentice had been a struggle but now I had a position with what seemed like a really nice man with a lovely set-up out in the country.

Holiday Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Our traditional at home holiday plans had changed, and we were obligated to travel to my in laws. My Husband and I were quite disappointed since our past Christmases were very enjoyable( see past stories). We decided we would exchange our gifts and have our own celebration when we returned.

Two days after Christmas on our plane ride home I asked my Husband is there anything special you would like for Christmas?

Holly's Obstacle Course

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Having practiced self-bondage for years now, Holly had noticed that it has become a routine for her. She would come home from work and make herself something to eat, catch up with the news and if she had nothing planned, tie herself up. Granted she would think of different variations to make it more exciting, but after a while, it felt like she tried them all. After realizing all of this, she decided that she would do something to change it.

Home Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi my name Kim, I’m 21 size double d also I’m 5ft9 I have long brown hair tied in a ponytail. My love for selfbondage started about…3 years ago when I was home alone one day. My mom had left for a sudden business trip, and my sister was with a friend all weekend. So I was in my mom’s room for no reason when I found a box in her closet, and to my surprise it was packed full of bondage stuff.

Home Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First ever story, but been reading for a while :)

Background

Lets start off with a little background, my name is Sarah and I’m 18 years old, Caucasion, 5'8, 34 C with nice long blonde hair. I live with my parents, but am an only child.

I have fantisized about self-bondage for years, since I was about 12 or 13. However, I have only just got up the courage to actually try it.

Home Furnishings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a complete erotic story - it went longer than I planned. Let me know what you think!

SEAN: For many years my wife resisted my attempts to introduce BDSM play into our lovemaking. Deanna was simply not into it. Things changed when I injured my leg and had to begin rehab. Part of the routine included using a TENS electo-stimulation device to relieve the pain in my leg after completing a rehabilitation routine. She said she had never heard of such a device and I replied that I had only heard of them in terms of S&M play. That piqued her interest.

Home Sweet Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

One of the fun little games I like to play with my boyfriend is what we call “Hostage Escape”. The rules are very simple. If I free myself in the time (meaning my hands and legs are free) I then can capture him, and make him my slave. He has a tendency to lock a gag on, or chastity belt and keep the key with him forcing me to drive out in public to capture him and get the key. Just in case however, I keep a note explaining my situation with me to show a police officer if I get pulled over. I have never escaped though, so I was not worried about it.

Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by this picture: Beauty Rest

It was getting late as I led her into the bedroom. I’d just given her a bath and she was wearing nothing but a towel around her hair, a pair of bunny slippers, and the thigh-length Japanese bathrobe I bought her for her birthday.

Well, that and her restraints.

Her ankles were linked together by a short chain connected to metal manacles, hobbling her steps to only a few inches at a time. Around her neck was a wide metal collar. Her wrists were locked together in front by a pair of rigid cuffs to which I had attached her leash. All her restraints were made of chromed stainless steel that shined brightly even in the low light of the bedroom. I had them made special so she could be restrained even during her bath time.

Hooked

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It’s been 4 hours now; something is wrong. Claire, or Mistress Claire as she demands to be addressed, has never left me unattended for an hour before, let alone four.

I am completely naked except for my watch. It is now obvious to me that this was not an oversight on her part. The cold, stark concrete surroundings echo the small hand ticking away keeping me keenly aware how slow time can pass.

Hopeless Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

my name is emma and im into bondage. i live with my best friend who has no idea of my wants or fantasys so i have problems when i want to do a little self bondage. luck had it that my roommate was leaving for the weekend to see her family so the time had come for me to get moving.

the Thursday before she was leaving i stopped at my local sex shop to procure some necessaries. i picked of a really nice ball gag with a full head harness, rope, tape, two pears of cuffs and a chasity belt that would fill both holes. i was never as exited i rushed home went straight into my bedroom and tryed on everything. the ball gag was nice and tight and locked at the back with a little padlock,the chasity belt was the same. i put them all into a box exept the chasity belt i left that on and put it under my bed for the time.

Hot Wife Amy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“My husband hasn’t been able to have sex since his surgery.”

I looked up at Amy over my plate of moo goo gai pan. Around a mouthful of rice and chicken, my response wasn’t too suave. “Huh?”

“Since the hernia operation, Mike hasn’t been able to thrust without a lot of pain.”

“That was, what?, six months ago,” I said. “You haven’t had sex…. since then?”

Amy looked at me with a wry look. “You know why we’re friends? Because nothing gets by you.”

Hotel California

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a story about a song we all know and have most likely sung in a drunken stupor at some karaoke bar. Hotel California, you can check out but you can never leave, to be exact. Set just outside of Vegas, this small 3 story hotel was a beautiful site. Although it was not as grand as the Luxor or the palace, it had its own appeal of being a nice quiet place to relax to or so our poor Eddie thought.

House Arrest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My ‘sentence’ begins as soon as I enter the house. It has been a long, hard week and normally I would pour myself a long drink and relax, but tonight is different – I have sentenced myself to two days in prison and it all starts right here. I have spent weeks preparing for and anticipating this evening and I am determined everything will be perfect.

As soon as I have locked the front door, I strip off my work suit – high heels, pencil skirt, chiffon blouse, sheer stockings, expensive underwear – and stand in the hall, naked. I pick up my favourite ball gag off the table and push it into my mouth, strapping it tightly in place. I love the ball gag, it is my favourite piece of bondage gear, it simultaneously puts me into a ‘stress position’ so I am always uncomfortable and always aware I am in bondage, plus it removes the capacity for free speech, making me feel more helpless. As soon as the clip locks in place I am committed – the key to the lock is safely hidden away, along with several others.

House of the Rising Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Being wrapped in a straightjacket, my mouth full with a huge rubber cock held in place by a gag with straps running all over my head, and being stuck in a closet with a one-way mirror isn’t what most people would consider a comfortable afternoon activity. My girlfriend wanted to test me out in some mild bondage before we got too serious and I guess this is her way of introducing me to it. Mistress Sun runs a house of domination on the outskirts of the town I live in, and she suggested that I watch a session of hers before I agreed to become her slave.

Housecalls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This multipart story is about Lauren and Dean, who meet in college and marry after graduation. They move to a quaint N.C. town, where Dean opens a rare book store. They make friends and join an exclusive Swingers Club. Meanwhile, Lauren and her girlfriends get involved in lesbian bondage sex and ass fucking. She eventually gets Dean to take part. Soon, many of the Club members are holding private bondage sex parties. Dean begins making daytime bondage sex Housecalls at some of the wife’s homes, while their husbands are at work. The Swingers Club adopts bondage sex games for its regular meetings. Finally, the adventurous women are kidnapped by a group of men and taken to a secluded woods for an all day session of fucking and sucking and more!

Household Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the story of a homeless man who is taken into an enclave of lesbians, and becomes their slave.

Chapter 1

The only certainty for a homeless person like myself, is the uncertainty of day to day life. Sure, there is a degree of routine, such as lunch and dinner at the soup kitchen, or morning visits to the food bank. Everything else is completely off the cuff, without plan, or much foresight, in essence, a day without structure. For my part though, I have attempted to try and create some structure to my routine by traveling around town, gathering alcohol containers. I saw no point in just sitting around doing nothing, bemoaning my lot in life; early in my life I had learned that the best way to kill time was to work it to death. I carried that philosophy down into the streets with me, and that is what guided me into the following series of bizarre events. My routine proved to be my undoing, what lead me back from the street.

How Did I End Up Like This?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Part complete fiction, partly fiction based on truth. Please enjoy

“How did I end up like this?” I wondered. But of course I knew the answer. I would have asked the question aloud, but the very large gag in my mouth made speech impossible. My master had forced my mouth open, and then pushed in a ring gag so that the ring fitted behind my teeth forcing my mouth into a wide “O”. A wide strap was attached to each side of the ring, and my master had buckled it tightly behind my head. The ring gag itself would have permitted me to speak somewhat, even scream in a limited way, but Master quickly pushed a deflated rubber ball through the ring. A couple of pumps and the ball was fully inflated in my mouth. That silenced me. The taste of the ball and the complete control of my speech delighted me. My master had larger, heavier gags, of course, as well as hoods to encase my entire head and throat. But this gag was perfect-like everything my master did. I was silenced, but could breathe easily through my nose, and I could still make tiny noises in my throat and nose when the occasion required-a whipping or other pain infliction for example or to stifle my cries of pleasure during our long sex sessions.

How Life Can Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

How Much Longer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Whilst this is a full story in its own right, it is always possible to add more if there is enough demand.

I woke up with a start, trying to move my hands I realised they were cuffed behind me, the stainless steel manacles were digging into my wrists from the tension of the chain coming from my manacled ankles. My back of my neck was sore from the 2" wide stainless steel collar that encircled it, not helped by the chain that was attaching me to the wall only 12" away. I was lying on my side, the only position in which I had been able to get anyway like comfortable, my legs ached, bent as they were towards my hands.

Human Trafficking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to my Giselle story and will incorporate some of the same characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Bert Jackson was tired. A tall, fit and good looking 46, he’d spent the largest part of his life in the U.S. Army. After Infantry AIT and Airborne School he had served around the world and had retired after 26 years as a Command Sergeant Major. He was surprised at his retirement ceremony to see an officer he had worked for years ago in Baghdad. The Colonel now headed the United Nations Trafficking in Persons task force, combating human trafficking and he wanted Bert working for them. Their American agents were assigned Immigration and Customs Enforcement and sent to FLETC. As Federal agents, they were authorized to carry their issue SIG P226. For two years now Bert battled human trafficking. It wasn’t as exciting as it sounded; he had never fired his pistol and it involved a lot of paperwork.

Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Hunting Season

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

I Guess I'll Just Wait in Here...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I, since we met, have very much enjoyed bondage. We tend to switch a lot on who is tied up, and this afternoon it was my turn. I had a long day of work and was looking forward to some secure time to relax.

We had planned this earlier, so when I got home, my wife had everything waiting in neat piles. I was going to be tied to the office chair this evening, so she could roll me into the kitchen while she made dinner, or into the corner if I was bad😉

Ian's Discovery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman., which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. . She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain.

Iced

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Discovery

Carrie had only been living with me for a few months when she got bumped to night shift. I could afford to support us both, but we weren’t married yet and she was more cautious about becoming dependent on me, besides the extra paycheck meant we could buy more toys. In the mean while, I found myself studying self-bondage when she wasn’t around to tie me up. There were times when I would come home to find her waiting for me to unlock her, but I was more hesitant about taking the risk of having to wait for her to get home to release me.

Icing Bound Fire and Her Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories.

She’s tied spread eagle to the bed and I’ve already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples.

If Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Igor & Ivan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’d been living in Arizona for about three months when I decided to take advantage of the good weather and do some outdoor self-bondage. It was mid-September, but even here in the northern part of the state the daytime temperatures were in the 70’s. If I were still back in Minnesota I’d freeze my butt off if I tried going outside without any clothes on this time of year, and for me a lot of the thrill is the chance that I’ll be discovered chained and naked.

Images of a Newbie Pain Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a bondage story … I hope the reader approves.

Chapter I

Lori was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but quite pretty. She had a very athletic figure, thanks to her near-daily aerobic sessions. At 5'7", with a 36C-26-37 figure, she cut a very tempting feast. Her breasts were really half way between a C and D cup; not humongous, but very round and firm, with perky nipples that pointed straight out - or even slightly upwards. Her best features were her narrow waist and absolutely perfect rear end; round, fairly full, and nicely firm.

Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

In Sleep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I love watching you sleep.

Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me.

That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet.

In the Vice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving).

In4Pain

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments)

He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened.

Ingrid's Initiation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’.

But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was the getting out again that might just prove to be more of a problem.

“So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?”

Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid.

Into Storage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was late summer and Denise was lying on the back porch on her sun lounger chair, covered in sun cream, baking slowly in the warm afternoon glow. She was just taking advantage of some down time from getting her stuff ready to move out. It was a big change and she did have some trepidation at leaving her long established home. It is a bit daunting when you see all your life packed neatly away in boxes; all those treasured memories, souvenirs, and collectables. Some may call it rubbish, but to you they are a part of your very existence. The removal men were due to come round the following morning and pack it all into the van before taking it down to the shipping dock.

Into the Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A lover of games tries a new technology and gets more than she bargained for.

Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out.

Invaded

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

A Sequel to ‘A New Haunt’ and ‘Coffin Duty’.

There was horror in the evening air. It was in the dried leafs darting around Brandy’s ankles and in the chill that crept through her jacket as she stood by her car. There were few lights on in the old two-story farmhouse. Most of the house was already finished for this year’s fund-raiser. The barn was finished as well. Brandy could see the pulsating green light that glowed eerily through the windows and doorways there. Even knowing what Brandy knew about what was lurking in both places, the effect was still very creepy.

It Started With An Add...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

It's a Kind of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: During the early Harry Potter hype, I often wondered what wizards would do when they grow up, i.e. adult wizardry, kinky wizards and bondage and the like. Here’s a sketch I wrote in 2005.

1. The Letter

I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end.

Jack & Jill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks.

Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag.

Jade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have ideas for part 2 and part 3 of this story, if this part is well received I will have to write the others.

Part 1

I had been visiting Jade once a week for about 6 months, but had to cancel the last couple of appointments at the last minute, due to work problems - she had not been happy and had sent me a few text suggesting I was a time-waster and a few other things.

Jane In The Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair”

As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

Jane's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see ‘Bravo,’ the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Go away, Bravo!’ she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress’s activities with mild curiosity.

Jane's Evening to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best.

She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that.

Jane's Journey to Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be

Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle.

Janes Magnetism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Recently written story, comments appreciated!

Jane held up the harness in front of her. She had finally finished sewing the material for her bondage outfit together. It only took her two months with the other projects she had to accomplish but the spare time she was able to put into her new bondage harness, stockings, and gloves was well worth it. She held the harness up against her body and shivered in anticipation in wearing it. It would have to wait until later that night while her boyfriend was at work.

Jenna

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First time at writing anything like this, feedback and (constructive) criticism welcome.

Altho’ actively engaging in real life bondage I have always fantasized about discovering a ‘self bound’ woman, someone who craves bondage so much that they will do it to themselves in the absence of someone to do it to them (yes, I know it is not always that simple). Those thoughts have inspired the fictional character here I have called Jenna - hope you enjoy the story…

Jennifer's Bondage Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ben gazed out of his office window. The street was empty except for the lone car that whizzed by ever few minutes or so. Pretty typical, considering it was 3AM on a Tuesday night.

Then the phone rang. Ben stared at the phone for a few seconds, surprised that it was ringing at this late hour. He picked it up. “Ben’s Bondage Adventures. Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’d like to sign up for an adventure, please.” The girl’s voice seemed meek and hesitant.

Jennifer's Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn’t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it.

Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband’s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. “To what do I owe this honour?” she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home.

Jennifer's Journey: The Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: Jennifer’s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/15320.

It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed._

Jenny and the Water Tank

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All the packaging stories here recently inspired me with a new idea, I hope you enjoy it. All criticism is appreciated, whether positive, negative, or constructive!

Jenny wasn’t sure what to make of the ad which read only, “Water Tank Bikini Model Needed”, but she needed a little extra spending money and she thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. She called the phone number and quickly ended up talking to Dave who asked her if she could come by tonight for measurements. She didn’t have anything going on that evening, so she and her friend, Angie, went down to the studio on the second floor of a non-descript building in the theater district.

Jess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

It had been a few weeks since Tom had taken the spare room in Jessica’s flat. Jessica had taken on the lease for the whole flat and had been desperate for someone to take the second room. She was particularly pleased with Tom, he was tall, good looking and seemed like a fun kind of guy.

Tom had also been pleased to move out from the flat he shared with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica’s flat was small, but in a good part of town. Jessica herself seemed nice enough. Not what he’d call stunning, although she wasn’t unattractive, with shoulder length brown hair, pleasant face and pretty nice figure. Anyway, given the way his last few relationships had gone it was probably good that here he wouldn’t be driven to diving into another fling.

Jess in the Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was starting out to be a bad day.

My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable.

Jesse In Jeopardy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx

Part 1

It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all.

Jesse's Secret

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jesse wasn’t what most would call a ‘good boy’. Since he’d been a baby he’d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn’t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet.

Jessica Visits the 13th Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Hi folks, glad people enjoyed my previous story, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the original for some context!

Braving the Elevator

As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn’t still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn’t have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone’s allowed a night of self-pity when they’ve just broken off a three year engagement, right?

Jessica's Ruined Orgasms

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly.

Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14.

Jill's Adventure Into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires.

_Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me.

Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.*

Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part

Part 1

Jo's Lunch Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I suppose the standard way to start these things it to give you the mini biography, so let’s get that out of the way. My name is Johanna Sinclair. I’m 24, dark haired (black to brown, depending how much sun I’ve gotten recently) and blue eyed. I’m short, just topping 5 ft, and not even by a full inch, and my weight is my own business. I am however, fairly slim, still curvy, but nothing like a super model (I’m too pale to be one too, not to mention too short).

John's Table

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I think this story would actually be possible with current technology, but I have never made such a set up. In real life, it’s hard to set the difficulty of a game. Too easy and the fun is over too quickly, but too hard and it stops being fun and turns into a painful slog. Fortunately, in the fantasy world of stories we can make it just right.

Josh's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Julia's flame

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was very out of place for me to be going on a blind date. First of all I was rather shy, and secondly I got asked out a lot anyway. I suppose something about being blond and blue eyed, skinny, but with large breasts and a tiny waist, was something that caught the attention of the boys more than I would have sometimes liked.

Of course it hadn’t helped with my ex boyfriend. He had left me a few weeks ago for another girl. I found out after, he’d betrayed me during the relationship a few times in addition. Angrily I sat at a table in the restaurant waiting for my blind date. My best friend had set this up, but I was having doubts again.

Jumping Jack

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve made a few somewhat major adjustments to the story. Readers of the previous version mentioned that during the last few chapters it started to become a little difficult to tell who was who, with all the different characters inhabiting different bodies… so I tried to edit with that in mind. I also extended the “bondage scene” where I accidentally forgot to finish the scene before loading it last time. That will provide the breath play that a commenter noted wasn’t in the story last time. It’s in there now. I also made some revisions to the characters personalities and background. Hope old readers (if there are any) will enjoy the changes. And new readers won’t have to deal with the errors.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Just a Beautiful Bondage Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Warning - if you are only interested in hard-core stories then this is NOT the story for you! This is something else, something beautiful.

This story explores the effect that reading Fifty Shades of Grey may have on a young woman; and follows her journey as she tests her boundaries in a bondage based relationship.

This theme is a diversion from my usual writings but I am not trying to pass it off as an experiment or anything of the like, I know exactly what this story is; it is a work of love; just a beautiful bondage story.

Just a Little Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nearly all of us have this one dark fantasy we lust about from time to time. However, we do not really know if we ever want to experience it. This is my dark fantasy. Enjoy!

And please remind that my mother-tongue in German. Thank you!

My birthday was approaching and my girlfriend lover, who is also my Mistress, ordered me to take a one weeks holiday. She gave no further explanations on this, but as a well-behaving slave-girl I did not ask questions. But by the connection with my birthday I mused that I would be in for a very big surprise.

Just Another Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Just Another Fantasy Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in a story of mistaken identities that (at first) will be a little light on the bondage; while it has a distinctly bondage theme, there will be very few actual bondage scenes for the first dozen or so pages. Each part of the story will be told from a different person’s POV and reveal a little more of the plot, while also retelling certain parts from another perspective.

Just Another Kind of Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of how to beat unemployment and more besides…

She parked her car a block away and walked the rest. Mentally she checked what she had on her; nothing that could give a clue to her real identity. But even so…you could not be too careful, she thought. As she looked down the street she saw some unsavoury youths hanging around. The neighbourhood was going down, fast. But that was not her concern. She looked at the familiar door and rang the bell.

Just Before We Leave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true scenario my wife and I have both enjoyed acting out.

He is stood naked at the end of the bed, his erection betraying his anticipation and sexual desire. Mistress is sat before him, fully clothed, rolling back a single stocking slowly and deliberately. She is wearing an above the knee skirt and her boots, with barely black nylons just visible. Her blouse is crisp and feminine, a necklace glinting around her perfumed neck.

Just Being Neighbourly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Since the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back garden.

In my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine beauty. I knew for a fact that she was 5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement.

Just Browsing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A shy young woman, out of curiosity visits a fetish shop with life changing consequences.

This was written as a stand-alone story but I realize that there is potential for a sequel. So I will wait to hear the comments of readers before continuing.

Like any other writer I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please dear reader do let me know what you think.

I also welcome e-mails about my stories or any other subject at Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk . I will do my utmost to reply to everyone.

Just Business

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m on Deviant Art now, for anyone who wants to check me out over there.

I think it’s deviantart.com. Just search for Trystl and I should come up.

Aside from a few stories that aren’t posted here, I’ve also got some art to go with some of the stories… and a long list of nice favorite pix you might like. So check it out.

Eddy liked his job. He was the night security guard for Punicorp, “Pronounced pewn·ah·corp; not poon·ee·corp,” as his boss used to always tell him. There were other guards, stationed at other entrances, but he’d been with the company long enough that he’d secured the coveted front desk job, which meant that he didn’t have to do hourly rounds. His job was to sit at his desk alone, watching the empty rooms on the monitors and coordinating any issues with the other guards at their various stations.

Just One Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is for all of you that have encouraged to me to write a “short” story. I realize my other story Kari’s Journey is a long one but it is designed to be that way. This story is going to come to a conclusion much, much sooner I promise. After all the reality is this story is based on actual events that really happened. So enjoy part one and as always, comments are greatly appreciated.

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Just The Right Spot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depicting ones of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Kara Pays Her Rent

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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?

Karen - Cave Exploration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1.

“There. That’s the last bag.” She said as she put the large carry bag in the small SUV.

“I just wish I would have got my new suit.”

“Yeah, me too… I mean I wish you had you new suit too.” He quickly corrected following Karen’s strange look.

As they were about to leave, a delivery truck stopped in front of their house. Karen became all smiles and rushed to the driver, signing the papers and taking three boxes, quickly ripping it open. Phil joined her.

Karin's Jeans

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An update of ‘The Blue Jeans’ story. If you like the idea of having your head locked inside someone’s sexy jeans, or locking someone inside your jeans for that matter, then read… otherwise don’t. A x

Nick was delighted that she had invited him for dinner. Karin was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, she had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure.

Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (Catch-22: a situation in which a person is frustrated by a paradoxical rule or set of circumstances that precludes any attempt to escape from them)

Although Kate was loath to admit it, there was no getting away from the facts; the blame for the predicament that she found herself in right now was entirely her own. Although her initial remark had been uttered in complete innocence, her subsequent bragging - once the subject had become a topic for debate - was not only now being shown to have been a bad move on her part, but also proved that her initial claim to be able to achieve something that she’d never even attempted before, was merely a case of wishful thinking. And now her friends were teaching her a lesson.

Katherine's Torment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: Comments and feedback are always welcome. I do read them and find your words very inspiring. _This is the first story I’ve submitted here that is based on an actual experience.**

When you’re a self bondage addict and haven’t taken the time for a good fix in a while, you tend to get carried away.

First, the outfit. I wanted stimulation this time, so my latex double dildo panties went on first. Well lubed they’re fun just to squirm into. I don’t orgasm easily, so, while they felt good, I wasn’t ready to come yet.

Katie's Morning Run

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

In my weaker state of mind I put myself in this position but how could I have been so stupid? I’m helpless, naked and couldn’t even talk if I wanted to because of the harness buckled around my head and the rubber dick in my mouth.

I didn’t wear my watch so I’m not even sure what time it is, not that I could look at my wrist anyway with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Katie's Place

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Katie sat on a hard wooden chair looking disappointingly at the place she’s inherited. What the solicitor had described as ‘commercial premises’ was not on the high street, but up a small, rarely use alleyway. No passing traffic and no chance to realise her initial hope of opening a high class clothing store.

The place itself comprised the basement and ground floors of a unit in old brick built commercial block. It had a small reception area and an empty room behind that didn’t seem to serve any purpose. In the basement there was a further room containing three large cupboards. The place was clean and stylishly decorated in white with red feature walls. She stood up and walked around her new place, trying to imagine what, if anything, she could do with it.

Kawaii

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Kawaii is the culture of cuteness in Japan. It can refer to items, humans and non-humans that are charming, vulnerable, shy and childlike.’ (http://en.m.wikipedia.or/wiki/Kawaii). I’ve always had a thing about oriental girls, especially hot manga babes and a recent trip to Japan inspired me to write this.

I’ve never been to Chicago.

‘I’m Kinky.’ The new button girl bowed as Angela pushed her cart into the lift.

Angela, ‘Angel’ Guardina looked at the pretty oriental girl with surprise, a genuine smile forming on her lips.

Kept In The Dark

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sally couldn’t believe that she, a woman in her late thirties, (well, forty two) had become addicted to tying herself up. She had experimented when she was a teenager, but she hadn’t done it again until a few months ago, just after her latest unsatisfactory relationship had ended.

At first, she used loops of rope that she could just slip her hands out of, but she quickly moved on to more secure ties. She had a close call during one of her early adventures, when she put her hands through a noose tied to a hook in the ceiling. She’d misjudged the length of the rope; when she kicked away the chair her feet just touched the ground and her weight pulled the loop around her wrists so tight that she couldn’t force it open. If she hadn’t been able to reach the chair with her foot, she never would have been able to get herself loose. This brush with a gruesome death had badly frightened her, but after a few weeks the compulsion returned. Now she took safety seriously and used proper precautions.

Kidnap Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’d been talking to Cliff for over six weeks on the internet, we’d met in a chatroom devoted to bondage lovers and after many discussions I began to let slip some of my fantasies. Then one night while logged on with Cliff I let him know that one of my fantasies was to be kidnapped by a truck driver and kept in bondage for a trip across country. As fate would have it, it turned out that Cliff was an interstate truck driver and would be on the road next week. He told me that this trip would be a six day round trip, my heart leapt into my mouth as he asked if I would like to fulfil my fantasy and join him on the trip. We chatted some more and worked through some details of what he’d like to do with me, our chat finally ended as I had work the next morning and it was now getting late, I signed off but said that I would think about his offer and let him know.

Kim's Misadventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kim travelled down the highway, her mind not on the traffic but on her coming plans for the weekend, she was on her way to her secluded cabin, set in the midst of a wood. Her nearest neighbour was 20 miles away over some rough country or by road at least 35 miles. She’d brought the property with money she’d been left after her parents had died in an air crash, they had left her quite a sum of money, enough to pay off her debts, buy this property & resign from her boring office job. She was now a freelance photographer, something she had wanted to do since leaving college.

Kimberly's Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

This was going to be a long night for Kimberly. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was headed in that direction. It had started out as an evening of self-bondage for Kimberly, an evening not unlike many others. But she had made a mistake, one that would result in her self-imposed bondage continuing until the morning when her roommate came home from her nightshift work.

Which presented another problem: Kimberly’s roommate did not know about the selfbondage games; but she would find out in the morning unless Kimberly could find a way to get the key to the handcuffs that were now around her wrists.

Kinky Coworkers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story isn’t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen.

Part 1

In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they’re both married. The first which we’ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I’d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She’s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you’d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we’ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to.

Kiss Of The Velvet Whip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome to Kiss of the velvet whip. I wrote this story as an off-shoot of a fanfiction I am currently in the process of writing and after making a few adjustments, I’ve decided to post it here as an original work.

Before you continue, I just want to warn you all that this story includes non-consensual BDSM and rape. SO, if either of those things makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. Both characters are over 18.

Knit One, Perl One

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A tale set in the 1960s in the UK. For all you wool fetishists, a slow burner with considerable charm. So, here is a short tale of a man who finds himself being taken over by a woman as her little woolen dolly! OK, so this is a little strange, but then it is a taste of my writing that may amuse. I tend to write stronger material than this, usually, but this was written for a friend of mine that requested something a little unusual.

Krissy Bound in Public

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have read a lot of stories about self bondage. I am pretty good at it myself. Here is a true story.

My bondage fun started a long time ago, and to this day I get to enjoy it on a regular basis. I decided to try some self bondage in public. The fear of getting caught is a real thrill. Still I had not planned on getting caught, but the possibility is always there!

Kristen's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the first chapter of the story, if people enjoy it I will post the second chapter and so on and so fourth. Thanks.

Chapter 1: One small step for thought, one giant leap for pleasure.

Kristen looked at her own reflection in the mirror trying to mentally convince her to go through with her plan. She had always been interested in the world of bdsm and even fantasized about it often, but her experience so far had been very limited and for the most part, unsatisfying. That is what she hoped to change when she heard about a local group in town that hosts an annual bdsm retreat at a local hotel. Kristen had read reviews about the event online and after reading some personal stories from past attendees she was more than ready to check in out this year herself.

Lady Domina – Let the Games Begin

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bright morning sunlight streamed through the window as Lady Domina opened her eyes. She felt refreshed and invigorated, looking forward to the coming day and smiled to herself knowing what it would bring. She looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. A gentle knock at her bedroom door, broke her reverie. “Come in Monika, My pet,” Lady Domina said in her light British accent. The door opened slowly and Monika, Lady Domina’s personal slave, walked through the doorway carrying breakfast on a silver platter.

Lady Noir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.*

The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :)

Last Minute Costume

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jeff turned his gray Impala off of the main highway, onto a well-packed dirt road leading behind the hill. The Impala’s headlights were all that lit up the lonely, bumpy stretch of road.

“Where is this party?” asked Jen, Jeff’s long time girlfriend, from her perch in the passenger seat.

“Ken’s old farm house. It’s perfect for rowdy parties. No neighbors. No cops.”

After a short drive, Jeff pulled into the last space at the end of a dark, unlit field that was doubling as a guest parking lot.

Last Minute Costume - The Sequel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ann and Jen are back in this sequel to my story “Last Minute Costume”. Although this story may make more sense if you read that one first, it’s not a requirement.

Jen tightened the leather belt molding the plastic garbage bag “dress” about her waist one more notch and turned toward the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. “Here I come!” she shouted before stepping out of the bathroom into the master bedroom.

Last Will and Testimony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Barrister Humley’s voice droned on in a low, soothing baritone as he read slowly from the legal documents laid out on his desk. “I, Robert Wilkinson being of sound mind and…”

Antoinette ‘Toni’ Wilkinson threw her head back in tiered frustration. “Can we speed this up? We all know why were here.”

Humley peered over his spectacles. “Protocol must be complied with, Mrs Wilkinson. In accordance with your husband’s last wish….”

Late-X

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Anne sat at home. She had spent all morning thinking about her relationship with Bob, how it had gone wrong, if it was worth fixing and if so, how to fix it.

Anne had met Bob about six months ago. He was a successful artist and she was a successful art party schmoozer. She had managed to get into the opening party for his new show and for some bizarre reason they had hit it off. One thing led to another and here she was in his des-res town house.

Layaway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

David sat behind the counter and whistled softly. “Slow day,” he said aloud. “Should be busier, especially for a Friday!” he mused.

He surveyed the collection of merchandise that surrounded him. Rubber and leather outfits were hung up against one wall. On the same wall, he had a small shoe rack that had a number of very high heeled shoes on display.

Another wall had his whips, crops, chains and restraints. There was a doorway cut out of that wall, covered by a red leather curtain, that led to the dressing room.

Lea and the Consequences of Actions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 11th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle’s centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist’s centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van.

Lea and the Digital Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 6th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Lea got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was making it harder and harder for people around the world to find jobs even as the world produced more goods and services than it ever had. He figured his daughter might as well have a shot at programing some of the software and machines that would make it harder for her to find work when she gets out into the world.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lea and the Unexpected Companion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued.

Leah Takes Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story, something that actually happened to me, and I have further stories about follow on sessions

First Visit

I am a submissive, into bondage, love to be tied up tight. My girlfriends never really wanted to know, so in the end I put an advert online - Wanted, female to tied me up, generous fees available.

I had about 8 replies to my advert, some were professionals and not what I wanted, then Leah emailed.

Learning the Ropes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Sue’s introduction

She didn’t understand why her husband was so insistent on this. She had finally agreed 3 days ago to this and now she was having second thoughts. Sue really didn’t feel right about this. Ron had asked her about this in the past, but it never went anywhere. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this now, but here she was. When she agreed, she could tell that he had become excited that they were finally going to do this. He said he had to buy “some things” before they could proceed. She didn’t know what he had to buy and didn’t care, but he had his little bag of goodies. She was very uneasy and unsure about where this was going. She was also upset that they were even at this point in their marriage. She felt they had a good sex life. They had sex often and they enjoyed each other immensely. Why were they at this point? The more she thought about this, the angrier she became.

Leather or Knot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Legally Binding

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I published a few stories here, some time ago, under a different pseudonym. I decided to try my hand at it again. This is just the first part of a potentially much longer story, so if there is interest, I’ve got plenty of ideas for more.

Part 1

“So, all you have to do is sign here and the deal will be final.”

“And it’s a legally binding contract? Once I sign, I can’t back out?”

Lessons Learned

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I know I’m in for it now, but it’s the master’s fault, he has been neglecting me. I had to get his attention SOME how didn’t I?? It’s been a week since we last played together, I SO need a good spanking. I can’t wait for master to get home from work, when he finds his favorite mug broken, he will be VERY cross. I admit it, I did it deliberately, I was washing the dishes from breakfast, and I couldn’t help myself. I deliberately droped the mug and watched as it smashed into four large peices. OPPS… To late to go back now. The deed is done, the mug is broken. I have ben a bad little girl and need to be seriously spanked…..

Let’s Play Strip Slave Poker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 3rd and final story that I’ve posted in my trilogy of “Let’s Play” bondage sex game stories. I would appreciate it if you would take a moment and share your comments below. More stories soon! Thanks, C

My best friend, Lisa, had invited me over for a pool party on a Sunday afternoon in late August, during the summer between my junior and senior years at college. This was going to be the last party of the summer, before everyone went back to school. Because it was a Sunday, we would all have to get up and work the next day, so everyone would leave by midnight. Lisa said we would be playing Strip Slave Poker and other games, with a total of 4 guys and 4 girls participating.

Lets Get This Party Started

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Tonight I was going to a Halloween party with Sheri, and Lou. They are two coworkers that I hang out with. I was dressed as a dominatrix, Sheri was dressed as a slave girl complete with shackles. Her whole costume was very see thru. Lou was dressed up as Pocahontas. She was spilling out of that leather bra.

Lily Bianchi - A Promise to Keep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The faint sounds of a familiar song echoed all around me. The world was dark and out of focus as I rolled away from the noisy pest. Soon enough the tune became more and more difficult to ignore, snapping me out of my daze. ‘Alright, alright just stop you…’ I stretched over to what now seemed to be a screeching torrent of noise and LEDs. ‘When did he change it to this crap?’ The noise finally stopped and I was plunged back into darkness.

Linda's Denial

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda loved her selfbondage. She had thought about her reasons after reading many D/s and BDSM stories and realised that she was different to most others. She didn’t have fantasies of being a slave girl, or being captured and used by others, it was purely a personal fetish. Being helpless aroused her, and it simultaneously extended the time to her sexual relief.

Although she had tried a couple of times to interest her lovers into her tastes, they didn’t seem to understand. They would tie her too loosely and allow her to escape, or worse still, get so horny themselves and forget about her need to teased and denied, or at least delayed, an orgasm. She loved being horny and frustrated by not being able to satisfy her desire. She had learnt the pleasure of arousal, and while it always pushed her to want more, she didn’t want the release (well, not too soon anyway). She knew that once she had her orgasm(s) it would be over and she wanted the fever pitch desire to last and last. In this state she was in another world. While helpless she didn’t fantasise about being a submissive like others, she purely enjoyed her own arousal and her inability to do anything about it. Her own frustration would create an even larger desire.

Lisa the Escape Artist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was a junior at UCLA when my agent told me that a Mr. Barnes wanted me to preform at his sons birthday party. Volleyball was done and x-mas was right around the corner. I could use the money and he was offering one thousand dollars in cash. Calling up my friend and assistant Mary I decided to take the job.

Saturday came and we drove up into hills where the rich and famous lived. Mansion would be a gross understatement in describing the house we pulled in front of. Two doorman helped us unload the equipment I would be using in my act. Mr. Barnes showed the room we would be performing in. Sofa’s and lounge chairs covered half of the room with full screen plasma TV’S covering the walls. I just got my gear sorted out when thirty people walked into the hall.

Lisa: A 1-Year Bondage Assignment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt and the first chapter of a story based on a fantasy I’ve had and enjoyed for a long time. The story is about a girl engaging to be strictly tied up by a lesbian couple for a whole year in exchange for a 1 Mln$ fee. Yhey treat her very well but she is being kept strictly bound and gagged 24/7. Her sister (the Storyteller) traces her and the couple agree to let her visit her tied up sister from time to time. This leads to a series of quite enticing and erotic events.

Livin' the Mummy Dream Extreme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining!

Part 1

She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.

Liz begins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Liz Begins

Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky.

Locking Up the Holidays

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kelly and I met as fifteen-year-old freshman, and started going out as sixteen-year-old sophomores.

The summer before senior year was the first time I’d seen her naked, and the first time she saw me without any clothes. We were playing with each other: her hands were amazing, and she said I got her off with ease.

But we weren’t ready to have intercourse, so she decided it would be safer if only one of us was naked at any time. I could accept that, because I knew we’d be together, and eventually it would happen.

Loneliness Suspended

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father.

Long Day at the Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal.

Long Day's Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lee has ordered me to write this down since it is part of my punishment. For any of you who have not read Club X then you may not know that I have had fantasies of hanging ever since I was in my teens. The idea of a noose or gallows gets me all crinkly insides. Lee and I have been married for over 10 years and he has turned out to be the perfect husband since his thing is hanging also. We have had numerous group scenes and our private ones are carried out in the house and garage where we have a number of scenarios and the beams, railings, clothes bars, etc., to carry them out. I have only one rule which Lee has set down. No auto-erotic hanging. Don’t do it by myself. Someone else, preferably he, must be present. This goes back to the stories I told him of my hanging experiments before I met him and the number of times I passed out only to be saved by a frayed rope or broken clothes bar.

Long Distance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at drsuperbest@gmail.com

“Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.”

I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me.

Lori's Self-Bondage Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it.

The Intro

Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree.

Lost a Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always been a bit of a gambler, always liked the thrill. I bet on games, play cards, whatever. Sometimes it’s for money, sometimes dares, sometimes to get others to strip. I wasn’t great, I end up losing about as much as I win, but I loved doing it. It has stripped me naked in a room full of nothing but guys and it has paid my rent for months at a time, it all depends on my luck. And lately I have been having some good luck.

Lost in Translation III

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

Louisa's Summer Holiday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well.

Lovely Little Lisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do like the female form in a uniform, and I was attracted to a friend of my sister, everything else is imagination

“Can I come round? I’ve got a surprise for you.” It was my sister’s friend Lisa, recently turned eighteen, and now my girlfriend. She was slim, about medium height, with a gorgeous figure that had filled out in the past few months to something like 32-20-32. Her eyes were blue and her curly hair was that colour that wasn’t blonde and wasn’t brunette. I’d not long found a flat and it was still a little disorganized, and Lisa had been helping me get things straight.

Lucy's Collar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile.

It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories.

Lusineh Avakian

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Dear Reader, I submit this story for publication, not that I expect a single person to believe it’s true in any aspect, but because I must write it down to sort out the events that it relates, if only for my own sanity. It is for my own therapy that I write, not for your enjoyment. Comment on it as you see fit - it is of no concern to me. -Darios. 10/12/84

Lyla's Chastity in the Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey this is the updated version of Lyla’s Chastity in the Office…. I reviewed it again and wow, lots of errors! sorry!! My other stories about Sally, as well as the second part of this story is currently undergoing renovations too… Please tell me if there are any more major mistakes…. Thanks. Sorry again!!

Part 1

Lyla

“Good morning, Lyla” said Jenny, “You are very early! Mr. Vasilevsky will not be in today, so you will be conducting the meeting this morning. May I get you anything else?”

M&M Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When you read the title of my story, you may wonder what the heck this is about. Well, if I wasn’t experiencing this myself I would struggle to understand it as well.

Hi, I’m Stan, devoted husband of Diana.

Diana does a lot of exercise, including yoga, to keep fit. She also likes to play with toys when I’m not there, or when I’m too tired or when I’m recovering from previous love play. As you can guess, she has an healthy appetite. Quite often she will also have anal toys at work while I’m at work “up front”.

Maddie Wins the Ass Lottery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE SHOWER

Maddie and Stephanie met at the gym a year ago, and had been workout buddies for the last 6 months. Maddie knew Stephanie was in a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend Nicole, and as they were leaving the gym one afternoon she asked “Why doesn’t Nicole ever join us working out?”

Stephanie said “Nicole doesn’t like to work out, and it shows a little” and giggled. “But I love her anyway. You should come over to the house sometime and hang out with us, I think you’d like her.”

Maid Service Requested

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer was so horny and she couldn’t do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid’s costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning.

Maid's Inspection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Maid’s Inspection

It was a typical Saturday afternoon where i had chores to complete around the house. It was now about 1 in the afternoon and i was assigned to feather dust the living room. Mistress had just informed me 10 minutes before that She had invited Guests over later in the day and i was to be on my best behavior. After curtseying in humiliation I quickly resumed my duties.

Mailbox Masochism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is not fiction. Every word of it is true!

I am a teacher and about 20 years ago, before I got married, I had an interesting summer. Since I had no time schedule, I would nap during the afternoon and then wake up in time for dinner. In the evening, I would write letters and then go out and mail them about 2:00 a.m., then go to bed.

I noticed how quiet it was at that time in the morning and wondered about taking some of my private self-bondage outside. [I had been practicing it inside.] Let me describe the way to the mailbox.

Make or Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Carla had been building towards this moment for weeks. Everything was ready, but after so much worry and soul-searching did she dare take the last irrevocable step? Her stomach churned and she felt physically sick. Dare she. Would it ruin everything?

Carla’s marriage had ended for many reasons but one, undoubtedly, had been the lack of the serious, wild sex she so loved

Reading sex novels had opened up to her imagination a fantasy world of S/M and bondage which held a deep unfathomed interest for Carla. She had bought some handcuffs and dropped a thousand hints to her ex, but while he obliged to some extent, he was not particularly enthused.

Male Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a man. My erect penis pushes against the front of my pants, tenting it out. I want to touch it, to fondle it, to stroke it, to feel the orgasmic rush of semen pulsing down the shaft and exploding in a forceful jet. But I cannot.

About the only thing I can do is press myself against her. She is hard and smooth. At least I think it is her, for I cannot see. Yes, it must be her for I hear the rustle of paper. But my penis is numb; it has no feeling. All the feeling is inside me, the sensual tactile pleasures generated by my pushing, by the rocking of my pelvis, by the gentle gyrations of my penis. How should it feel, my penis? Should I feel pleasure in the tip? In the shaft? I do not know.

Marika's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A ramdom rambling lesbian bondage fest….by a girl with an oh too vivid imagination

Part 1

Marika looked around. She was in a windowless room with purple silk sheets and hanging from the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in thick silk cushions in red, purple and pink. There was one heavy looking door that was closed. She couldn’t remember much about the night before. She had been out with this woman, Sarah, to a club, back to her place and then everything went blank.

Marisa's Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Marisa’s adventure in self-bondage goes terribly wrong.

“AARRRGGGGH.”

“OOOOMMMPPPHH”

“WHEW.”

“OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?”

The groans and exclamations and questions all went unheard, even by the beautiful woman bound to the bench inside the underground bunker.

The sounds were her first in more than 5 hours, except for the ragged breathing and steady slurping sounds brought on by the huge artificial cock that had been thrusting deep in and out of throat. Her pussy and ass felt strangely empty as equally large mechanical cocks withdrew for her rest period, however long or short that might be.

Mark's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Long begining story has several parts under revisions. English not native language Greek is attempting to write better only 2 years English experience. My preference is set story up in first part then increase intensity afterward. Like to give details first then juicy stuff.

Update (2012/02/11): Again dear readers remember English is not native language and I’m trying to improve. May right more or maybe just give up don’t know yet.

Marti's Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A girl at home alone, gets to indulge in her new hobby

She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls

The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did.

Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden.

As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact.

Mattie Learns a Lesson

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it!

“Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said.

“I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered.

Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.”

Meeting Mistress Bella

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love reading comments! Hope you all enjoy my first story!

Chapter 1

I stood on the corner of the street, looking up into the dimly lit windows of an apartment complex. Mistress Bella had given me strict orders to call her at this exact spot. Nervously, I dialed her phone number. As I waited, I could sense she was watching me. I shivered from the cold air and hugged my trench coat tightly to my body.

Meeting Ms. Charlotte

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was January in Chicago and winter was coming on strong. But it was warm inside “The Heart of Darkness” and it was filled with people trying to forget about the bleak months to come. I was somewhat of an insider there as much as any male sub could be. I had paid my dues by volunteering for clean-up duty on Sundays. I also had had professional visits to some of the resident Dommes so I was kind and was given opportunities some of the other newbies where envious of. On that particular night I was going to be on stage with a popular woman named Mistress Ava. Before the club opened I spent three hours cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, setting up various play stations and putting out the antiseptic cleaning stuff. Another sub and I were the only ones there until around 7 (the club doors opened at 9) when the organizers and performers started to show up. Most nights it was pretty much a play party but once a month or so they had a show night. This was going to be my first time as part of the show. Yes I was scared a bit. Mistress Ava was not known for her softness. But I am somewhat an exhibitionist when in the kink world, the exact opposite of what I am in the rest of my life where I happily blend into the background. At about 8 Mistress Ava showed up. She pretty much ignored me, I would have expected nothing less, and disappeared into the changing room.. We continued our last minute prep work and a little before opening time I was sent for by Mistress Ava

Meeting My Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not a native speaker, but I hope the story is understandable.

Part 1 - The beginning in the hotel room

It had been a sunny day and I was looking forward to the next few hours. I was happy that I could arrange a session with my mistress. We have already met a couple of times and I was always experiencing a strong sensation before we met each other. Privately, I’m living in a stable relationship with my girlfriend. Because of her openness she allows me to live out my chastity and devotion dreams together with my mistress. She accepts it and gives me the freedom to ’enjoy’ my mistress every few months. The only rule, which my girlfriend is setting, is about getting an orgasm. Whenever I meet my mistress, my girlfriend forces me to wear a CB 2000 for at least two weeks before the session and two weeks afterwards.

Mellisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories

Memories

I discover three bound women

I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies.

Michelle - The Daring Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.

As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out.

Midnight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story! There is a possibility of continuing it but that’s not my intention at the moment.

Chapter 1

Vincent messaged me on Facebook.

Vincent: “Woof.”

Me: “Huh?”

Vincent: “I found your puppy porn stash.”

Oh no! Was he making fun of me? Shit. Why hadn’t I erased that before handing my laptop over to get fixed!?

Vincent: “Don’t worry. I’ve seen way worse. You wouldn’t believe what some people keep on their machines. Besides, puppy play is right up my alley. I’ve even invested a little bit of spare change into a few toys.”

Mike and Laura

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Mile High Mishap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Contentedly soaring along looking at my world below me, I see the far flung horizons of a crisp clear day beautifully highlighting the woods and fields that frame and border my old city like a newly bought green welcome mat surrounding a banged up pair of worn out shoes.

The staticky voice in the headphones meant that I had received permission to make my approach to the runway. Awesome… This was it… I nosed over the stick and the Piper Tomahawk gently banked left to set up nicely for my bumpy but essentially clean landing.

Miles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing.

It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised.

MILF

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for.

_Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!*

Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous.

Milly Restrained

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Milly is awoken from a drunken stupor on the morning of her 19th birthday to be told by her guardians that she is no longer welcome in their house; they can no longer stomach her ignorant and abusive behaviour. They have done their best for her but no more, she must go; immediately.

Milly promises change, radical change; and enters into a contract of behaviour for one final chance to remain in the family home. Forced into chastity, kept naked and restrained; punished; will she regret this decision?

Miscalculated Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another addition in the evolution of a relationship over the last 10 years, the basis for my writing and motivation.

As things in life sometime go, there is often an opportunity to reflect back and see the errors of ones decision making processes. This is none other than one of those fateful realizations with the horrendous but yet equally frustrating and yet fulfilling outcomes. I have so many times been lured into, at my own willingness and given direction from Janice to push my own limits and understanding of things. Here is another example of watching out for what is not always obvious to the naked eye.

Miss A______

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Part 1 of a few.

Part 1

You knew from the moment the letter arrived that you were going to attend. You got in the taxi because… why? Can you put your finger on the reason? Need? Want? Lust? Adventure? Boredom? Who cares! The letter dropped onto the mat at five past ten last Tuesday, and the inevitable consequence was that you would be stepping out of a taxi today, outside a well kept georgian house on a bright leafy street, fighting with your emotions. Ring the bell? Walk away? It’s not too late, you can still leave. But you know you won’t; can’t. Partly because this is something you need to do, something in you is driving you to be here, and you know if you leave now you’ll regret it forever. But also because, as the letter instructed, you have left your house without keys, wallet, or coat. You would have to walk home and break into your own house.

Mistaken Identity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

*CLICK*

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. The sound that had woken me was Pauline’s bedroom door closing. I smiled to myself, since I knew exactly what it meant: Matt, Pauline’s boyfriend, had left for work. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over onto my tummy (although the fact that my breasts were now underneath me, being pressed by my weight against the bed, was far more noticeable). It was then that I realised how horny I was this morning. I decided to go and disturb Pauline…

Mistaken Identity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Category: N/A

Codes: f-f, m-f, non-consensual, reluctant , ()

Clara hated this city. It was small, it always rained and the food was just awful. But the thing that she really hated were the incompetent morons who ran this city’s branch of Calicent. Calicent, one the the worlds leading business to business sales company’s. Numbers were seriously down and Clara was dispatched to sort things out.

Clara was a very attractive blonde. A tight fitting pencil skirt. Her toned legs were enhanced by her high heeled shoes. A tight fitting blouse covered her torso. A bright, red jacket finished her outfit

Mistress Amanda; Lock-In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am thrilled to have a new Mistress, who for me is a penthouse-story-class “no way that would ever happen” level of wonderful good chance. The story itself is fictional so as not to boringly recount an event, nor predictive, as we play by ear.

That being said, it is an otherwise honest introduction to the characters and the fun we’re getting up to.

It is just Chapter 1, the introduction. Suggestions for the flow of the story are welcome! If it fits, I’ll add it…and may well suffer the consequences in the near future.

Mistress Madeleine and Master John Training School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the seconf story about Madeleine and Master John. It has been a while in the writing but it’s herte now, I hope you like it.

Introduction

David and Mellany had been together for four years and married for nearly two, but recently things had been going wrong. They had a long standing love of bondage, unfortunately they were both naturally submisive in nature. Before their marriage they had only experimented a few times with bondage games, but after they married the games became a regular part of their sex life. Initially they took turns at being tied, but as time past Mellany took less and less interest in tying her husband, things had recently reached the point were she had outright refused to play the Domme part of the relationship. This left David feeling letdown and he retaliated by in turn refusing to play the Master to Mellany’s sub. As a result their marriage was starting to fall apart.

Mistress' Anal Gimp

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress has suggested that I be her ‘anal gimp’ on stage in front of an audience. I will be restrained to a wooden horse in my dog mask while she teases by arse with a squirting strap-on horse cock, before finally fucking me. This got me thinking about one of my oldest fantasies that I have yet to live out, so maybe this will be the chance to do it. Following is my fantasy, not reality yet but we will see soon!! I have sent a version of this to Mistress for her comments and suggestions.

Mistress' Turn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You stand at the door. It is heavy, oaken, crossed with iron straps. Pierced solely by a tiny grille at eye level, displaying the merest hint of a glow from within. Buried in the cold stone basement of the old manor, its appearance alone fills you with trepidation, to say nothing of the step you intend to take when the door opens. The air is clammy, moist. You shiver in your thin shirt and bare feet. You gather your resolve and raise a hand to strike the iron knocker in the center of the door. Just as your hand is about to grip the metal ring, you hear -

Mix It Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (“I may be tiny, but I’ll kill you from the 3 point line” she was often heard to say at the Y where she played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn’t much that made her stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most boys would hit on anything with breasts… even her with her smaller than average “rack”. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city.

Molly's Design

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them.

Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan

Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out.

Monique’s Profession

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Rick had been dating Monique for a little over a month when he realized that he didn’t really know what she did for a living. He began to ask her about it, but she always avoided the topic. Rick started with subtle remarks, but by the end of their second month of dating, he was pointedly asking her what she did for a living. Still, she continued to sidestep the issue. Rick’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of him.

More Than What I Could Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.

Morning Chores

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mistress always demands obedience.

Jim’s room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The onlylight emanated from the small gap under the only door and to Jim’s eyes, it was bright, almost bling. It made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already.

Mother and Daughter Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties.

Move Again Research Endowment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I posted this a little while back on Gromet’s. Apologies to those readers who frequent both sites, but I didn’t get any feedback whatsoever over there, and I’m itching to know if the story is any good. I mean, personally I loved the concept and I sure as hell enjoyed writing it, but for some mysterious reason I can never tell if the outcome is hot or sucks balls. And really, what good is writing a story without some praise/disdain from subgrrl, or getting to hear what “Betty says,” or receiving some professional critique on amateur pulp from Darios, or hoping for 5s from all of the anonymous voters out there?

Movie Extras

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Movie Extras Wanted: Women 24-26 yrs old, 5’ 6", slender, D-cup, black hair, green eyes.

By mid-morning Annie’s inbox already had ten copies of the casting call, forwarded from various friends and family members who all knew about her dreams of getting ‘discovered.’ They couldn’t believe how perfectly Annie fit the description. Annie herself had seen the ad as soon as she woke up. She considered herself an amateur extra by that point, and she always checked for new postings first thing in the morning.

Moving Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.

“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.”

Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been.

Mrs Brown You've Got a Twisted Daughter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ellie Brown was happy. She is 19, tall and athletic, long legs a firm round ass and perky,outthrusting boobies lickably luscious and as delectable as ripe melons. Her blonde hair is simply styled, falling shoulder length and parted on one side. She wearing strappy black sandles, a very short black skirt and a white sleeveless shirt partly unbuttoned. Her blonde framed face is very reminiscent of Michelle Phillips circa 1966. But she is also sad as well. Hearing about her poor Uncle Harry, her favorite uncle who had suffered a fatal heart attack a week ago at the much too early age of 53. Ellie had been visiting him st the time. She had been informed by her mother that she was requested to attend the reading of Uncle Harrys will later that day, in the city.

My 30th Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss.

“Morning hunny happy birthday”.

“Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?”

My Adventures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story (blog really) is intended to be a collection of my self-bondage adventures. The depictions will be mostly true, but I may embellish from time to time. I look forward sharing my experiences with you and hopefully reading your feedback. I don’t consider myself to be a writer by any stretch, so I’ll apologize in advance for any mistakes.

November 20th, 2010

It is pretty common that at least a couple nights a week I will tie myself up pleasure myself until I’m ready for a release. This is usually right after my first orgasm but usually depends on how strict I’m bound. You see, I’m a bit of a claustrophobic. I love being bound, but if I think there is a chance that I can’t escape I start to panic. If I’m stimulated the effects are mostly negated which is why I usually need to release myself after an orgasm.

My Bondage Dream/Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bondage story that i hope you will enjoy to your abilities!

Chapter 1

Hi i’m Chloe Polo, and now i’m 25 years old. This started when I was 19 and my master is standing here next to me while i write this for your, and his amusment.

I was into bondage since the age of about 14. I tryed out self bondage but I couldn’t find the thrill in being able to get out if i need to. I gave up bondage for a long while until on my 18th birthday

My Collection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought…

My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my extravagantly high-heeled boots was an initial challenge, and then the two large plugs buried deep inside me increasingly made their presence felt.

My Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

My Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

My name is Jake.

I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape.

The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time.

My Ellen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The characters in this story are real. Some events are real and part are fiction. The author has experienced being in bondage and diapered with no means of escape. The story’s ending has not yet been accomplished in real life however.

Male pen pal wanted is the way the ad began. In the ad, she explained she was soon to be released from prison. She told nothing else except her age, height, weight, and measurements as well as drug and alcohol free. Those things all sounded good to me. I was a couple years older, a little taller and slim just as she was. Her measurements also showed her to have generous breasts, a slim waist, and not-too-big hips…all good.

My Favourite Website

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What you are about to read is an account of an adventure and since it happened some time ago, and I couldn’t take notes at the time, I have had to decide whether to embellish the story with made up memory, or leave out details that quite frankly were covered in a haze of lust and apprehension. I decided on leaving out details I can’t vouch for, and if you disagree then I’m sorry.

My First Handcuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The events related in this story took place before the Internet made the acquisition of bondage items so incredibly easy. In those sad dark days, bondage aficionados were mostly uninformed, isolated and guilt ridden.

The sight of the handcuffs, lying closed in the middle of the flea market table, induced an instant reaction. My throat went dry and I was filled with an absolutely uncontrollable desire to possess them. I had fantasized about owning a pair, but had never expected to be presented with an opportunity. My desire overcame my natural feelings of shyness and I lifted my gaze to the unshaven face of the man sitting behind the table. Seeing that he was watching me, I became embarrassed and looked down at the table once more. I moved my hand towards the handcuffs, not daring to touch them, and said, in a voice thick with emotion, “How much for – the handcuffs?” I could barely get the last word out.

My First Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I stumbled upon self-bondage by accident. I was bored one evening and by my self, looking at websites.I started by looking up erotic stories and one that I had read had self-bondage in it. As I was reading it, I was more turned on than I ever had been ( just by reading a story.)

A couple days went by with my mind just racing with all of these new ideas. I felt like I did on my first date full of excitement and fear. I was starting to think about all the stuff I had in my closet that I could use. I have been into medical braces for a while and started from there. I have also been into erotic enemas. I had never thought those two words would ever be in the same sentence until after the world wide web came to be.

My First Time in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a master of excuses. I have a long list of excuses I use whenever my family is venturing out for some trip or excursion.

Let me explain.

I am a 19 year old girl and live with my parents and younger brother. Way younger. Like eight years old. Little rodent of a kid, teasing, loud and just won’t leave me alone. Following me around all day long like I am some awesome computer game!

My Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is more of a report than a story. It is a report about the self-bondage games I play, thus all you will find in here is absolutely non-fiction up to each little detail. Enjoy and take away some inspiration!

In the case that you just want to read a self-bondage story, then I kindly would suggest that you go somewhere else. However, you really might miss something. Come on, give it a try!

My Long Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The week started out as normal, going to work, shopping etc. But I had been planning for this coming weekend for months. I had booked myself for some severe bondage at the hands of a stranger, he’d advertised on the web and had been recommended to me by a friend who’d ‘used his services’! I was very eager to get started but I also had great apprehension about what lay ahead of me. What was this guy like? Would he be gentle or harsh with me? Could I trust him?

My Mind Being Opened

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was sat alone at a table in a smart, cultured bar in the city, sipping from a bottle of cold lager, condensation running down the neck of the bottle. I was tired, mentally, from a long and tense meeting that had just finished. The meeting was heated and fractious, especially as the future of the company and jobs were at stake. Being a business negotiator in a high pressured environment is not all it is made out to be - long hours, many days away from home and extremely stressful. I kept sipping from the long neck of the bottle, hoping that the cold, golden alcoholic liquid would have the desired effect of draining the stress and tension away from me, lost and alone in my own thoughts.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

No updates are planned at this time.

My name is John Doe.

I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible.

Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

My name is John Doe.

My Personal Goddess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first story I have submitted. I have been a rather harsh critic in the comments a few times, so it only seemed fair that I expose myself a little as well. As for the story itself, it’s a bit pedestrian - no human trafficking, no secret society, no sci-fi equipment - just a boy in his own head having an experience of sexual discovery. Since I was already indulging in fantasies, I gave him an implausibly cute little ending as well. Please enjoy!

My Plaster Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Frame

I have been looking for a better way to make myself totally immobile, without the help of someone else. I haven’t had many gains in the past few months, but I have established a fairly cheap and reliable way to use plaster, and get it to stick to my body. The thing about plaster is that it is not a ready to use product like clay, or Sculpy, it must be mixed. After mixing, it presents another problem, getting it onto the body. Having no helpers, I have no way to apply layers onto myself, so I must make the entire cast in one pass. This is not ideal, but it is the only thing that I can do at the moment. I have had many lofty dreams about making a frame in the past, a frame to enclose a small space big enough to fit my body into, and hold the plaster. I often imagine that if I had a nice wooden frame such as this, I could line it with plastic, and reuse it many times. The plaster could be dumped into the middle, filling the frame. Then I could dump the water into the frame, mixing it by simply rolling around in it. The great thing about this plan would be that as I mixed the plaster, it would be getting all over the wrappings, the mesh tape and sticking to me as well. Then once the plaster is well mixed, I could just lay down into the pool of wet plaster and wait for it to set. I have estimated that at least four 80lb bags of plaster would be necessary to achieve the depth of plaster that I desire.

My Poolside Adventure 2006

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’m an attractive 33 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. I decided to write to you to tell you about an experience I had last August. Everything in here is 100 percent true.

My interest in bondage began when my first serious boyfriend in college and I started using ropes and stuff during sex. We would take turns tying each other to the bed and would spend hours teasing each other, resulting in the most mind-blowing orgasms, or, sometimes when he had me tied up, he would make me orgasm over and over and over. Eventually we began to play with clothespins, but none of our activities were very hardcore and we both switched from the dominant to the sub position.

My Poolside Adventure 2007

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Earlier this year I wrote up “my poolside adventure” of August 2006. Click here to read the first part of this tale.

Just to remind you, I’m an attractive 34 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage and light bdsm inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. Last summer, my neighbors asked me to watch their house while they were away on vacation, and I took the opportunity to practice some self-bondage by their backyard pool so that their their cute, twenty-something pool man could find me and fuck me.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

My Weekend As Her Sex Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play.

Chapter 1

My weekend as a sex slave.

The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff.

It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage.

My Wife Has A Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

As so often upon returning home, I paused at the sign at our door: Barbara & Donald McClennard. Even after the 5 years we’ve been married, I still often can’t believe she is “mine” and has taken my name, yet the proof right there, in front of my eyes.

She had music on and hadn’t heard me coming in, so I managed to surprise her in the bedroom (where she had been changing into something casual) and grabbed her around her waist. Quick as she often was, though, she spun around and had me on the bed before I realised the initiative had moved hands.

My Windows Have Never Been Cleaner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As I stepped out of the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Large brown eyes, long brown hair, full red lips and a body I am very proud of (particularly my long legs, full breasts and pert buttocks). While I was busy admiring myself, I heard the sound of my housemates leaving to spend the afternoon shopping - I had declined their invitation to join them since I had much more enjoyable plans.

Naughty Pussies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Seven young women develop intense D/s relationships. As the story develops, the level of B&D/S&M will increase along the way.

Chapter 1 - At the Bar

The Esquire buzzed with activity as Peaches pushed through the door. A sea of male eyes followed as the redhead sashayed across the room. Her blue spike heels helped to give the illusion that her shapely legs went on forever before ending enticingly at the hem of her denim miniskirt.

Nerdboy and the Cheerleader

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this story a little over five years ago as “Beauty and the Geek” and the time shifting I used confused a lot of people. I decided to rewrite it with all the events in chronological order and I fixed some punctuation and other errors. Going over it again showed me that I’ve improved as a writer these past five years. Not that I’m a great writer now, but I’m better at it than I was back then! I hope you all enjoy the story more this way as well. - Alfonso Linguini (aka One Hit Wonder)

New Year's Countdown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I’ve been reading and enjoying the incredible stories on this site for some time now; I figured it was about time to give back! This is my first published story on here so I hope you enjoy. Your constructive criticism is of course very welcome. Enjoy!

“Alright babe, you ready to go? We don’t want to be late!” she said in excitement to Sir.

It was New Year’s Eve and they were going to a friend’s party, which promised to be unforgettable. Earlier in the evening Sir had laid out a delightfully sexy outfit for her to wear; she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her white lace thong on, followed by matching bra, heels and a brand new white sleeveless Herve Leger bandage dress - the kind that hugged her slim but perfectly curved form in all the right places - which Sir had surprised her with just the day before.

New Year's Eve Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lana took a deep breath and wondered what had possessed her to get into this situation. She was standing in line with many other girls, waiting to get into a shabby looking warehouse in the industrial district.

Next Time We Meet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: New to writing. Add me on Fetlife.com the_lil_kitten. London ontario

Chapter One

You come into the house. Lock the door and come up the stairs of my one bedroom apartment. You see me sitting there innocently, you walk up to me and sit with me for a few minutes well rubbing my neck. As soon as I am comfortable and I start to lean into you, you grab my hair roughly and tell me to kneel on the floor. Than you demand and tell me;

Nicole's Summer Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Nicole had been gardening all morning and was finishing lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Boswell, her nearest neighbor, whose voice she recognized from tea parties that her mother gave. Those teas were such a bore. And Mrs. Boswell could drone on so.

“Nicole, dear, is your mom free?” “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mummy is in France for a month.”

Nicole was almost eighteen, in her last year of Public School. She had use of one of the cars, a checking account and was a responsible girl, so her parents left her home, rather than drag her to France. It was a second honeymoon for them.

Nightmare Desires

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Its not fully a true story but some part of it are. Rest are my fantasy I wish to come true some day. Also since I am not a native English speaking person, please pardon language mistakes. Comment below if you like my writing. It will encourage me to write next chapter.

Chapter 1

It all started with a friendship on a social networking site.. Years of search later I finally found someone who is genuine and straight about his fantasy. And also the one whom I can trust and fulfil my ultimate fantasy of dressed as complete girl. Tied helplessly for a certain or undecided period of time. Without getting disgraced or trapped or ultimate nightmare of getting abused by blackmailing.

Ninety Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment.

Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it.

No Cheating

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Second story. I like criticism.

From a very young age, I had fantasized about being tied up tightly. Not even in a sexual way, really. I must have been about 13 or 14 when I searched for images of tied up women on the internet, and ways I could tie myself up, although I never actually had the courage to tie myself up. These web searches landed me on various bdsm sites, and so this desire to be tied up soon led to a desire to be humiliated, used and, to an extent, tortured. Of course I never told any of my friends or anybody that I really knew. Even if on the extremely rare occasion, my friends would joke about being tied up and that sort of thing, or see an S&M scene in a movie and say things like, “That’s you in the movie. That’s your wet dream isn’t it”, which would result in immature laughter, there was just no way I could tell anyone. It wasn’t even a trust issue, I just didn’t want to be seen that way.

Not An Affair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

Nylons & Rubber

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies.

The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine.

Of Shaving and Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She felt it. I felt it. And I knew she felt it.

My eyes shot open, greeted by the blackness of the blindfold.

“Nooooo! NOOOOO!!! Ihh cahh eee!!!,” I shouted through the ring gag.

But there was no denying it. Both my Mistress and I had felt it, plain as day. I thrashed against my bonds keeping me spread-eagle and face up on the bed, but it was too late. She had taken her mouth from off of my balls, my erection quivering in the darkness I could now feel crushing me.

Off-Key Solo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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?

Office Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill.

My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another.

Oh Crap Not Now

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well.

Whenever I feel the urge I call one or both of them and let them know. I tell them how long I want to suffer. I called Sheri and had to leave her a message. Lou I got and discussed my plans. I wanted about 3 hours. She assured me she or Sheri would check on me.

On Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve tried a couple of stories before where FictitiousSlave is the main character (A Walking Trip, A Walk to the Summit and FictitiousSlave) but I’ve struggled a little, I think the realism/fantasy have sometimes made them a little tame. I’ve tried to expand a little on real life for this one - events may not have been quite as erotic as I’ve described but I’ll leave you to decide where I’ve exaggerated!

On Display

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I had recently updated my Facebook and Twitter profiles since had purchased two new pairs of boots. One pair was knee high and the other pair was thigh high, both pairs had five-inch heels. My new profile pictures were of me wearing my bondage outfit. My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex unitard, my black leather corset, my black leather opera length gloves, a black leather posture collar, a black leather mask and my new five-inch heel black leather thigh high boots. The white see through fabric of my spandex unitard was unable to hide my erection. I had purchased my unitard one size smaller so that the fabric would be tighter, slightly more see through and revealing. This, coupled with the fact that I had a slightly smaller that average penis, made for a thoroughly humiliating bondage outfit.

On Holiday with Kate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mark and Kate had been together for over two year. It was the summer holidays and they were backpacking around Europe by train and ferry. They had worked their way down through France and Italy and were now in Greece, travelling from island to island. On this particular day they had hired bikes and were cycling along a deserted road to a beach at the far end of the island.

On The Way To Work

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was writing this in a chat session with my girl as she was going to work, just something to keep her amused (and get her excited) while she was travelling. She told me it had her wiggling in the back of the taxi so we thought we would share it with you guys. We haven’t done this yet, we are apart at the moment, but when we are back together, we will…

Once a Month

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

One Day in Germany

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Karin made the short walk from her flat to the train station and waited on the concourse as arranged. 8am was early for her to be up, but this was easy money. As a student she needed all the money she could get and easy money was her favourite kind.

She stood at the agreed place, her feet fidgeting in her old tan boots, trying to stay warm. The cold winter air was blowing straight through her well worn blue denim jeans. Her silvery white jacket gave slightly more protection, but she still looked forward to getting back to her small flat to warm up.

One Great Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I thought i’d give writing a story a go, i’m thinking of adding more parts, let me know what you think, :D

_Update (10/07/11):* i know i’ve been promising the second part for a while but here it actually is.*

Part 1

A bit of background, I’m a 19 year old, 6’ 3" male university student with light brown hair and glasses, I was always seen as the geek in school and hadn’t had many relationships in the past, and those that I’d had, hadn’t got anywhere, I was visiting home for the Easter break when this happened…

One Hundred Knots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’ve read my earlier story, “Self-imposed Punishment” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you to better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house: in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice.

Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here.

One Kink at a Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader.

It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mary lay still, trying to conserve what little energy she had left. To be honest she had little movement available to her but she had been struggling now for over 36 hours with no effect. There had to be an answer to this predicament. She just had to work it out. In the mean time she must stay calm and still.

Mary was one of Nature’s cruel jokes, a “Plain Jane”. She was flat chested and just a little too plump. Her hair was mousy, straight, and refused to sit in any styling position for more than an hour. She normally wore glasses, having tried contact lenses and found she was hyper allergic to them. No amount of money or style could make her attractive to the male or female sex alike. She was a loner, always had been, probably always would be, assuming she got herself out of this bind that she was in.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always enjoyed being tied up but I’ve never had anyone to tie me up so I’ve always had to do it myself, but having roommates doesn’t make it easy. I’ve always had to schedule my self-bondage sessions around work and them, and even then I’ve had to keep it simple in case case they came home early. This was the routine for months until one day both roommates announced they were both taking time off work and would be out of town for two weeks. I also had two weeks of vacation time and decided this was the perfect opportunity. This was a dream come true. Two weeks for all the intense self-bondage I could only dream of before.

One Night on the Reeperbahn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

This story is set long, long ago, when infections could still be cured by antibiotics and HIV/AIDS was unknown. Some of the events are from different sessions, and some are completely fictional - I’ll leave you to decide which are which.

In its heyday the Reeperbahn in Hamburg was one of the most sexually liberated places in Europe. There were many sex shops, brothels, and the infamous Herbertstrasse was closed to women because the “models” displayed themselves in windows. There were also a few live sex stage shows, and this story takes place in one of those.

One Simple Procedure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Before allowing Angelika to leave his apartment, Sam had dressed his slave doll in a white cashmere baby doll sweater and a tartan skirt that barely covered the tops of her white fishnet stockings. The nature of her outfit made it necessary for the girl to be incredibly cautious and take very small steps as they walked from his car to the elevator and then from the elevator to the Doctor’s office. Even though Sam has her wearing what he refers to as “fuck me mules” that have five inch heels and offer almost no ankle support, Angelika hasn’t dared sit down at any time during their consultation with the plastic surgeon. Allowing the tips of her garters to be seen by anyone other than Sam would be cause for her Master to keep Angelika severely restrained and in total darkness, completely isolated in the apartment’s hot and stuffy storage closet for at least 24 hours.

Online Shopping

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge.

Only Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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”.

Orgasmic Zone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/17): This is the 3rd revision with a small update. I’m sure it isn’t perfect but comments are welcomed.

This story is in the public domain. It may be copied without restrictions. While not strictly necessary, please retain this copyright notice with any copies. If in the event you happen to make money with this story I would appreciate it if you donate a small percentage to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (www.eff.org). EFF is the leading civil liberties group defending your rights in the digital world.

Out for Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result…

strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Part 1

Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove.

Outdoor Escape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hey whats going on guys? Before i tell you my self bondage adventure, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, I’m 19 years old, and I’m from a very boring town in New Jersey. In my town there really isn’t a lot to do besides, well, tying myself up. I’ll get the once in awhile White Castle or Taco Bell run, and unfortunately, i still live with my parents. Well that’s enough about me, lets get to the part were i tied myself up and went outside while my parents were home. Did i get caught?!?

Over the Top Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy!

Part 1: Revealed

The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.

Paradise Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy.

I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning.

Partners

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Beginning

I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way.

Patient 2301

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios

Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past.

Paul's New Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Starting to Branch out into m-m and finding it very enjoyable to write.

Sam and Paul had been friends a long time. They had met in collage and now both working professionals they shared an apartment together, Paul was a Solicitor and Sam was a Nurse. Paul had been openly honest about his sexuality from day one of their friendship and Sam was absolutely fine co-habiting with a gay gentleman as it proved to be useful for him. Sam had long had a habit of dressing himself in women’s clothes and tying himself up, he did not have any idea why this sexually gratified him though. The inevitable eventually happened where by Paul had caught him in a silky nightdress and stockings bound on the floor of the apartment. Paul being who he was, was absolutely fine with this and released Sam and made no attempt to embarrass him.

Paula And Jane Take A Road Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT.

Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back.

Paula and Jane's Spread-eagle Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade.

It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion.

Paula In Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her.

Paula Tries Cross Dressing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A friend of mine recently related this story to me and gave me permission to write it up and submit it for publication. It is I beleive a true account of events at the photo shoot, I have seen some of the pics. Paula is thinking of going back for a second session

Chapter 1: The First Visit

The following is an account of a recent experience I had on a bondage photo shoot.

Paula's Coming Out Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla

Chapter 1

Following all the excitement of Paula going on her first shopping trip, and her becoming a Mistress, with two Subbie slaves, Paul, Janine and Layla decided to take thing easy for a week or two. So they didn’t play any games and Paula stayed out of sight, in fact Janine and Layla took a short break holiday to Paris. When Paul heard the news he moaned about having to work while they went off enjoying themselves, but the fact he was smiling spoiled the effect slightly.

Paula's First Shopping Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla.

Introduction.

Paul, Janine and Layla had played their special games several times since Layla’s discovery of Paula tied up in Paul’s home office. They even moved some of Paula’s clothes into Paul and Janine’s penthouse apartment in the City, and played there too.

Chapter 1

Paul had caught the two girls whispering to each other several times over the last week, and each time he had asked what they were talking about, the two girls had told him it was just some girl talk, and nothing for him to worry about. The week had been uneventful and by Friday lunchtime Paul was ready for the long bank holiday weekend, he sat at his desk in the afternoon, with no real work to do, planning what he would do over the three days off.

Pavlov's Dog

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Normally, SNUFF is one of those topics that I don’t care for reading. But ironically, this is the second story with that tag that I’ve posted on this site. “Playing Games” (as those who’ve read the story know) doesn’t actually end in death. I won’t give away the ending of this story, however, I think (like the other) it deal with the topic from an unusual POV.

Personally, I don’t particularly understand the fascination with snuff–which is healthy. lol. But even as a fantasy, I just don’t get it. For me, it just seems like such a waste. To me, the point of kidnapping and torturing a woman would seem to be the gratification of watching her suffer. Obviously, that’s not something I would do myself, but I can at least understand a motivation. But if you’re going to kill her, you’re removing your ability to do that more in the future. That’s sort of like the Ebola virus that kills its victims so rapidly they often don’t have time to spread the disease, which causes the outbreak to falter and not spread very far. In much the same way, “snuff” just seems like fantasy suicide to me.

Payback on the Thirteenth Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi folks, as with the two previous stories, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the others for some context! Click on my the author name above to find them.

“It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore.

Payment Pending

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: This is a true story from a recent weekend. I’m not used to writing non-fiction so I hope you like it. To those who may wonder, the answer is 1 week :)

It’s not very often that I have the house to myself for an entire day. This weekend the kids were away and my wife at a concert in the northern part of the state. Since she wouldn’t be returning until the next morning I decided to try out some ‘real’ self-bondage.

Peace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.

Chapter 1: Einführung

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Peanut Butter Pie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Betsy shrieked.

“Uh.” I said as my brain shut down. Before I could say anything else, Betsy was already halfway to the door, leaving me to deal with the stares of everyone the restaurant.

And the check. This meal had been “Her treat,” as I had just maxed out my cards paying for a new transmission. I did not have enough money to cover her Surf and Turf.

Perfect Fit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that.

Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume.

Perfect Flower

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My writings are fictional fantasies and should not be seen or treated as anything else. Some writings have depictions of abuse and/ or mental conditions that would prevent a person from giving proper consent. PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO RECREATE OR BASE REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIPS ON MY WRITINGS!!! They are only meant to be fantasies….. nothing more! This story does not depict first time anal accurately.

Our wedding had been perfect! Not a single detail out of place! The most perfect part of it though had nothing to do with guests or flowers and precession ques. I had been married a virgin! All my life I dreamed of staying a virgin until my wedding day. I had lost a lot of boyfriends who tried to pressure me into have sex, but I held out.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

Personal Trainer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain.

Phoenix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: When a young woman buys a wooden trunk from a charity shop her life will never be the same again and events will take her to the edge of sanity. The story begins slowly but please persevere. The setting is in the same “universe” as my story “The Model Worker” but this is a standalone piece and can be read independently. I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I did writing it. As ever any constructive criticism is happily received. This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental.

Photo Session

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jen adjusted the shoulder strap of her frilly pink and yellow sun dress. She tilted her head to the left. Her golden blonde hair flowed over her shoulder. “You know I’ve never modeled before.”

The studio flash units fired simultaneously as Mark depressed his Nikon’s shutter button. “It’s hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you hasn’t been the apple of someone’s lens.”

Jen smiled. “You’re sweet, Mark. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Picken' Nashville Style

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fans of the History Channel will probably appreciate this more than most. But hopefully everyone enjoys ti as much as I had fun writing it.

_Update (2012/02/28):* Sorry for the length, apparently having too much fun at Carissa’s expense. Glad you all enjoyed part one and hope you find Part two equally entertaining. Not sure where to take Part three, I have bits written in my head, but no concrete direction.*

Piercing the Lady

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Three days later, we made an appointment with a local doctor for the piercings that I had long promised to have done for and to Lady Susan. Certainly, she’d had the labial ones done at her own behest, but these were to be done on my demand and requirement, and she would submit to them, one way or the other.

Her septum and the two outer flaps of skin of her nose would be the fist to experience the piercer’s needle, then her tongue would be next. From there, her nipples, then another six rings would be permanently mounted in each of her labia. The ones currently resident in her clitoris and hood would be removed and exchanged for far more substantial jewellery. The entire experience would be a very trying one for her without a doubt, but she had consented to have them done, all on the same occasion. I’d summoned a cab to the hotel and now we stood under the front portico, awaiting its arrival.

Piggy's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have you been in my room?” Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational. The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face.

Janice looked at her tenant and laughed. “Why in the world would I want to go in there? I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu.”

Piss Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have always been into humiliation. The problem is, it is harder to be humiliated when you like it. Worshipping a woman’s feet is kind of the hallmark of humiliating tasks, but I love women’s feet. Licking her ass is supposed to be degrading, but again, I wouldn’t think of giving oral sex without taking a taste of her ass. Then I discovered drinking urine.

I had never done it. I wasn’t even sure I could do it, and that is what made it so appealing. I didn’t know any women I thought I could get to do this with me, so I turned to the ever helpful internet. I joined and read though every group I could find about this topic and finally, I received the email that started it all.

Plain Stories

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce myself. My name is Anne, I’m in my early thirties, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 34C-26-36 – not too shabby, even if I say so myself. I live in a pretty cottage – the result of 10 years’ hard graft in the computer industry and a messy divorce – in a small village right next to Salisbury Plain which, for those of you not from England, is a huge area of chalk downland owned by the Ministry of Defence and used about a third of the year for army manoeuvres and artillery firing. The rest of the time it’s an enormous playground for the public.

Plastic Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Play Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a short fun story I wrote within two days. Enjoy! ~ v1.1, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013

“I’ve got special plans for this weekend,” Biri purred.

It didn’t take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend’s outfit made some very clear statements in that regard.

“Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?”

“As long as I don’t laugh,” she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber dress and tightly-laced corset. Kneeling in front of him in their living room, Bérénice was a picture of enthusiastic submission, ready to have her photo printed in a BDSM textbook.

Playtime for Emily

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emily’s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer’s day and since she hadn’t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn’t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers.

Plumber's Tape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another episode from my life of self bondage. This is a very recent session (in fact it is only a week old by the time of writing).

I do my best to ensure quality, but I am Danish and not familiar with every nook and cranny of English grammatics and syntax.

I get confused with subtle differences between US and UK English, so bear with me. Enjoy the story (or not) and please overlook any spelling mistakes. Present tense and past tense problems are just that - problems.

Poker Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am very active in Second Life and have several novella length fetish fiction stories available there. So if you enjoyed this come into SL and say hi. Katrinka Karu!!

Chapter 1

Jill laid her cards on the table with a sly smile. “Flush.”

Victoria’s face sank and Jill grinned as she reached for the poker chips. A quite a lot of poker chips since she’d bet everything she had on the flush.

Police Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Gillian, a top female Barrister puts herself into Bondage to trap her Detective; A wager he reluctantly accepts. Who will win?

The Plan

I could not have chosen a better day to put my plan into action. It was at least 80° and not a cloud in the sky.

It was Thursday and so none of the usual weekend walkers or general tourists were about; and this lake, whilst being extremely scenic and lovely to walk around; it tended to get overlooked because of the more famous lake nearby that had all the usual tourist shops and café’s and car parking that people like.

Ponygirl Rescue Centre

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mirage was in a bad shape when we rescued her. There was literally no spot on her that hadn’t been whipped, flogged or cropped savagely. And the beatings had only been one facet of the mistreatment the feverish ponygirl had been forced to endure at the hands of her former stable master. Her shoulders were sprained and inflamed from the reverse prayer bondage her arms had been kept in almost constantly. Her feet showed first signs of misalignment, and she obviously suffered from pain in her knees – both evidence to ill-fitted hoof boots. She was also dehydrated, sadly a very common occurrence. An isotonic drink from a bicycle bottle took care of the worst.

Poochie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have been reading hear for a while. This is the first submittal for me. Aside from that, be careful what you hope for, so easily the trap is set. This is chapter 1 and it sets the stage with two more chapters ready to submit.

Chapter 1 - The Vow

Before I talk about what went down today, let me share some back story to help you understand how I ended up in this dog house. Just a short time ago, I thought I was truly living a life that exceeded my most ambitious dreams. Hey, I’m a simple and pretty much average guy (5ft 8 in, brown hair, hazel eyes, 145 lbs) who never imagined I would share such a great life with a beautiful, generous, and tantalizingly wonderful lover. Jean and I found each other a few years back following my return from a military tour of duty in Thailand. I served my time and had begun the process of adapting to a ’normal’ lifestyle stateside. Not that I had objected to the lifestyle I’d become accustomed to back in my Southeast Asian bungalow. A perk of the assignment was inexpensive living quarters off base that came with a live-in maid. We didn’t speak the same language except for some very limited broken English on her part but she managed to always know what I needed and the small paycheck that she received kept her happily employed. I sure miss being waited on now that I’m back in the states.

Power Outage Payback

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, actually my first ever creative writing project. Any feedback would be appreciated.

It was a dark and stormy afternoon. I was home sitting on my computer lazily browsing the web looking at some bondage videos before my roommate/girlfriend Ashley got home from work for the weekend. Ashley was amazing, 5'8", Blonde, and a toned athletic body. She was also all business, driven both personally as evidenced by her 6-day-a-week workout schedule, and professionally. When we met in college she was always an A+ student, and now she was working in some tech firm in charge of some project she was not allowed to talk about due to an NDA.

PPS

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wrote this because of a conversation I had with someone who messaged me about a previous story, talking about it really got me back into writing, so if anyone else wants to have a chat about this story or anything else I’d love that so drop me an email

Hope to write more parts to this at some point, Enjoy!!

Part One

Something had to change.

The reports of rapes at the university were at an all time high. Too much alcohol, drugs or a combination of both created large amounts of vulnerable students, both men and women being raped, beaten and generally abused. So, the board came up with the P.S.P, the Public Slut Programme. The idea being volunteers would be available to sate the carnal desires of students. With the recent financial crisis, the incentive of having all student loans paid for by the university was seen as a worthy incentive. And it was enough to perk the interest of Rachel, she had been trying to save for her degree for three years but no matter how hard she worked or how frugal she as the money always seemed to find a way to slip away. She had always enjoyed sex more than her friends and often found herself out to the late hours of the morning wearing something slutty looking for someone to keep her entertained for a few hours. She realised that her classmates would probably not like her and call her a whore but she knew it would be worth it, it’s the only way she was going to get her degree. She thought about the idea of having sex with strangers and was surprised how eager she actually was. So, she decided it was a win win, she’d get her degree setting herself up for the rest of her life and she’d get to indulge her increasingly large sexual appetite.

Practice Makes Perfect

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A while ago my girlfriend made a shocking discovery. Natalya decided that it would be nice to surprise me and take me out to dinner, but she wanted it to be a special event wanted the whole evening planned out and do something nice for me. Natalya opened the door (having the key) and walked though the door. There before me I saw my beautiful girlfriend in a stunning black dress, long blond hair flowing down her back and calling my name in the wonderful Russian accent of her.

Praying for Daylight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Selene’s arm slides off Tephra’s taut stomach, the motion awakening both of them from their post-coital snooze. Selene then tries to untangle herself from Tephra and the sheets, only to be gently pulled back into Tephra’s handcuffed arms.

“Teph, I gotta get going. The taxi’ll be here in an hour.”

Tephra looks up with pouting deep green eyes and Selene is tempted to take another spin with her on the now soggy sheets.

Preparation is the Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Preparations for Afternoon Tea

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Beautiful wife tricks and dominates her adoring husband. But what does her twin sister have in mind for the two of them?

Scene 1 - Backstage

“Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?”

I hear Miss Debra’s cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory.

Pride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jon walks down the hall of his local college, looking a bit nervous. He’s always been shy and never comfortable being around so many people. Going to his next class as he sees her out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, at this beautiful, tall, blonde, blue eyed girl. He couldn’t figure out, what made him desire her so much. Always smiling, making him feel comfortable, each time he sees her. If it wasn’t for being so shy, he’d already asked her out, doing it in his head about a hundred times. The question being, could he survive if she rejects him? Could they be friends? Only talking to her in passing. Coming up with ways to ask her out, but never having the nerve. Needing just that push to break the ice.

Private Investigations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I love hearing women squeal! Never used to but I think I must be getting sadistic in my old age, I mean when you come across one naked, bound and bent over, what else are you supposed to do but slap her arse?

All I did was whisper,

“Hello darling!” in her ear, getting a whiff of her bath oils and her exquisite perfume as I did so and slapped that superb arse of hers.

Private Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CLICK

The penultimate lock was in place and I knew that this was the moment. Fear grew inside me as it always did and I lay back in silence gathering my thoughts, why I was still afraid of this moment I don’t know, I had done this dozens of times and never had a mishap. But the fear was there nonetheless, I had grown to expect it, even enjoy it.

Probation Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated.

Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo.

Part 1 - NOW

The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit.

Problems of a Chastity Belt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John.

She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table.

John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it.

“It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?”

Prom Night Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stephen barely knew Sarah; every day from one side of the hallway at school he would watch her, always staying hidden. She was beautiful with flowing red hair and sensuous curves. Stephen never thought he had a chance despite his own good looks. When Sarah dumped her boyfriend a week before prom, Stephen knew he had one chance to get a date with her. With as much charm and confidence as he could manage, he asked her to the prom and she gleefully accepted.

Provision 17

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dan looked down at his phone to see he had a text from one of his tenants. Texts from tenants normally meant one thing, something he had to go deal with. But, this one at least wasn’t maintenance related.

“Hey, running late on my payment this month, don’t know when I’ll have the cash. -Chels”

Dan groaned at the text. Not only was it late, but it was like she had no understanding that he had mortgage payments to make with that money. Then he thought back to the lease.

Punished

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiction, but desired

My Wife and I had played tie up games for years. Lately I was the one that was always tied up. She has gotten very good at being the top. I have been very tolerant, but was getting a little tired of the one that was always punished. ( a little )

We have gained a lot of toys over the years, hers, mine and ours. The only thing we needed was a true dungeon. That will soon change.

Puppy Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow.

“Gloria?”

“Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table.

“Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!”

Queen of Thorns

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

“Oh shit” she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

Race Against Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Been awhile since I’ve posted here. Been focusing on doing illustrations for my stories using DAZ3D and kind of lost track of this site.

This particular story is another one with more story than bondage–for those who enjoy that.

8:15 p.m. Omega Day

Ten years ago, my best friend, Tod, killed his wife.

He caught Alicia sleeping with another man (something she’d been doing frequently behind his back for years) and in a fit of jealous rage, he shot her dead. Tod never seemed like the jealous type; always claimed to trust his wife implicitly. Even when I tried to tell him (in a tactful way) that she couldn’t be trusted, he refused to believe me.

Race Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There wasn’t a club like this at my university (at least not that I was invited to)… a real shame I feel!

“Come on Jenny we’re going to be late!”

We weren’t, we had half an hour before the taxi was due but Claire was as excited as a kid at Christmas. She’d been dressed for hours, her make-up had been perfected before I’d even selected my dress. Admittedly it wasn’t every day you were invited to the Principal club. Formed in the early days of the university the club brought together the best, brightest and richest of the students on campus. Founded by early members who had gone on to make their millions the club was the social elite, few people even knew of it’s existence. Membership was by invitation only and they were extremely selective of their guests.

Rachel's Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This is a follow-on to Lazy Winter Afternoon. It’ll make sense without it, but it’d probably be better if you read that first)

In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed them. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards.

Rainy Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was one of those rainy days when she just didn’t want to leave the house. Ella heard the rain before she opened her eyes, and then her roommate Sam knocked on her bedroom door. “Hey, I’m heading out to Newbury Street. I’ll be back later tonight!” Ella relaxed and wanted to drift back to sleep, but grasping she was now awake; got up, brushed her teeth and went to grab some breakfast.

Ratchet Elbow Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have a common problem. No one to tie me up. Naturally, I do it myself, when the opportunity presents itself, namely, having some time completely alone. Since no one knows about my “hobby”, I have to be very careful. I really don’t want anyone finding out about this because of my postion in the community, social situation, etc. Anyway, I’ve been doing this for many years evading discovery and being very careful not to get myself into situations that I can’t get out of.

Re-paying a Debt to Goddess Danielle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves

I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast.

Read Directions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit.

Real Life Restraint: Rachael

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is a true account. It is 100% factual.

In my previous tale “Real life restraint” I recounted the true story of my first bondage experience and of the lady who allowed me to tie her. (Search my name to find it). In the closing paragraph I mentioned another girl from later in my life who I shared my first anal sex experience with. I have had requests to explain who she was. So this is the story of Rachael and of my journey into anal sex. This will be a difficult story for me to tell as I have to admit a few things I am ashamed of.

Real Life Restraint: Tanya

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is true.

This is the third part in my Real Life Restraint series where I recount some of my own experiences. Search my name to read the others. This one is about my first affair. The ladies name and some details have been changed in case someone who knows her reads it. But it is a true account in every way that matters.

Rebecca Childs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Do I really want to do this?

Or do I have another choice?

Not really – if I don’t want to ruin my career – what might happen anyway.

While I’m dressing myself to meet my fate in the park my thoughts are lingering back to the Friday night a week ago when the whole misery began.

Well, it didn’t really begin there because my involvement in self-bondage has been going on for a long time.

Recipe for a Truly Super Sub

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a somewhat silly story, not to be taken too seriously. It probably maligns hypnotic therapy quite unjustly.

It started with the recipe metaphor but ended up with Lola Jones. I wasn’t expecting that :)

It has no direct intercourse but I think the story touches on most sexual themes. I have flagged it as Consensual and Non-Consensual. It really is one or the other but I will leave it to you to decide which it is.

Reina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like

Part I: My First Time

The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me.

Rejuvenation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree.

Remaining Flexible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

9-4-8-7

Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer.

The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show.

Remember - He Knows!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Miranda sat at her computer, scanning the data on machine performance and looking for the tell-tale signs of impending issues. After a long day of programming, database maintenance, and control system recalibration, she always performed this check to help identify the machines that might break down in the next day or two. If she found anything, she’d schedule preventative maintenance to avoid the issue.

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

Reneé's First Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another write up of a true story, about six months ago “Reneé” emailed me describing how she and her now husband had got into bondage and asked if I’d write a short story based on their experience. I’ve obviously changed quite a few details to protect their identities but I really wanted to leave as much intact as possible.

Let me know what you think, I’m a little concerned that I wrapped up the tale a little too early but I wanted to keep this one as close to what happened as possible rather than extrapolate and just write pure fiction - if you’re looking for that click my author name… There are plenty in there!

Resale Shop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome, as are story ideas and possibly requests.

Chapter One

The creaky uneven wood floors make a staccato counterpoint to the click of her heels as she crossed the room. Dim shadows and whispers of passing cars on the snow-covered street add to the feeling of being alone and helpless. A few hours ago several customers had sorted through the racks of second hand clothing, but the doors were locked now and the old building had only one inhabitant.

Return to Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: You asked for it so here it is ! The sequel to ‘When in Rome…’

In publishing this, I suspect I may be setting myself up to fail; sequels have a habit of disappointing. However, the original received such a positive response that I felt I should try to write a little more about Sally and Mark and their travels if, for no other reason than to give me the opportunity to thank you all for your feedback. It gives me a real buzz to see that people have enjoyed (or at least reacted) to my writing.

Return to Sender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Frank had been mystified by the phone call. He had not heard from Donna for nearly a year since they had split up and here she was cooing down the phone at him, asking him to call round. Weird!

They had had a tempestuous relationship. Donna was a demanding person in more senses of the word than one and Frank had finally been thrown out on his ear, with his suitcase of possessions not far behind, when Donna had found out about his little friendship with a girlfriend of Donna’s. So this sudden proffering of friendship made Frank a little suspicious. Still, what the hell, he got a hard-on just thinking about Donna. She was a sexy little minx and she milked a man something wicked.

Rita: A Different Kind of Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a multi-part story starring Rita - a young woman leaving home and coming to a big city alone. Being shy and somehow introvert, she still enjoys sexual activities, but mostly on her own. Her life takes a huge change when she runs across the newest innovation of the fetish sex-toy industry - a device that promises a different kind of pleasure…

Chapter 1

I had always been a rather shy girl. My parents tended to be very protective, most likely because I was their only child. I was also said to be calm and well-behaving. Being of very slim build and slightly pale skin I did not attract too much attention: not from my classmates, friends or teachers. We lived in a small town and our house was on the countryside. My father had a good job and money was never a problem. I had my own room, but since my mother was at home most of the time I did not really have a lot of privacy. When my sexuality started to develop and I found out about masturbation I had to be very careful not to be surprised by her. She had a habit of coming into my room without knocking and bringing some clothes or whatever. This led to some situations where I was nearly caught in an embarrassing situation.

Road Trip Tease

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jackie and I had made plans to go to Amish country for the weekend together. We had dated several times and been intimate. We talked a great deal about our mutual love for bondage but had only used handcuffs a couple of times. Nothing heavy.

I had booked a resort hotel in the country. Very beautiful in the fall of the year. Lots of culture, scenery and a relaxing atmosphere. We were leaving from work at noon on Thursday. I drove her to work to save the hassle of 2 cars. She left her quite large and heavy suitcase in my car. As we departed I reminded her of my challenge to her. You will set the mood of the weekend with your outfit for the trip I reminded her as I kissed her at the door of her office. Don’t worry I’ve got it covered she replied and we separated. All morning long I was very tempted to go out to the car and peek in that huge suitcase of hers but resisted.

Rocky

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing.

A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010

Rodeo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sequel to Psychological Research, where Heather is forced to acknowledge an unexpected love of bondage during a psych experiment. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for edits and suggestions.

“I really shouldn’t even be asking, it’s just that I’m in such a bind…”

That must have been the tenth time that Heather’s cousin delayed whatever she had come to ask. Heather’s curiosity was definitely piqued. Her cousin, Brittany, came from the wild side of the family and always seemed to be up to something interesting. She was in town for the week and had stopped by to ask a favor, but was sure taking her sweet time to get to it.

Roped In For The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty!

_Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella*

Chapter 1

My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days.

Rosie's Borneo Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco

Part One - Bind

Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now.

Rubber Doll

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences.

I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night!

Runaway Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is part of the collection ‘The Bondage Tales’ that has been published with A1Adultebooks.

It describes the nightmare experience of a female fetish sub in a bondage chair that goes wild…

The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand. I leaned back in the black leather conference chair and felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs. Suddenly I found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures and my thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him…

S.S.S.C. Day 4

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my full-length novel, SubmissiveLand: Sorority Sister Competition. Denise and two of her sorority sisters have entered into a competition of submission; and the winner gets to be sorority president for their University chapter in the following semester. The following excerpt comes from day 4 of the competition, just about halfway through the book.

If you like the story, please consider purchasing the full length book. It’s only six bucks, and would go a long way to helping me finish the next book. You can find it on Amazon; just search “SubmissiveLand”. It should come right up. Hugs and kisses to all who visit and post on this site. XOXO -BDreamer

Sabina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Domme!

The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina.

The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up then I stopped, removed both hands, and sat back.

Safety Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it.

Sam and Amy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Hi” said the girl.

“Hello there” replied the startled but dignified looking older gentleman.

“My name is Amy.”

“I am Sam.”

“It’s a sorority prank.” Amy answered the obvious question before it was asked. “I don’t usually take off all my clothes and handcuff myself to a public toilet.”

“I hadn’t noticed the cuffs.” Sam stepped forward and looked behind Amy as she leaned forward. Her hands were fastened together by a set of handcuffs. Those cuffs in turn were tethered to the toilet’s silver plumbing by another set of handcuffs. As Sam stepped back, Amy extended her bare legs. Her ankles were also cuffed.

Sam's Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :)

Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more.

Samantha's Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback.

The First Day

For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity.

Sandra and Marcus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene.

Chapter 1. A walk in the woods

Santa Baby

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little Christmas cheer for the festive season.

It is Christmas morning, 3.02am to be exact and one minute since I last looked at my phone. I’m crashed on Katie’s sofa after yet another row with Vic. Half a bottle of vodka and a joint has got me this far but after eating the last packet of crisps in the house and smoking my last cigarette the rest of the night is stretching ahead of me like a very long tunnel.

Sara Dancing in the Dark

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark

A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities.

Sara: Initiation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly.

“Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward.

Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness.

Sara's Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Most of the dialogues are actually thoughts of the characters, and are in single quotes ‘. Actually spoken lines are in double quotes “.

The story should get new chapters soon. This is one of my first stories, don’t hesitate to comment and point out the negative points, it’ll help me improve.

Please do not modify this story and do not publish it somewhere else without my consent. If you liked it and want to share it, just give a link to this page, it will be the only one I’ll update. Thank You.

Sarah's Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sarah gets more than bargained for when a new girl moves in upstairs. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sarah looked in the mirror with a sense of satisfaction. “Not too bad” she thought to herself. At twenty eight her body was still in great shape, her blonde shoulder length hair had been freshly cut and her new jeans and t-shirt, whilst nothing too exciting, fitted her well and showed off her slim but shapely hips and pert breasts. For once she was feeling good about herself. She had a good office job, a nice apartment in one of the better parts of town and so what if everyone else always seemed to be off having adventures or wild romances, she was happy with her quiet life. Much less stressful, she thought, to stay in and read a good book. There was no chance of any more heartache or self destruction watching a dvd was there? Or whilst cooking she thought hungrily and started to walk towards the kitchen. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah wasn’t used to visitors and wondered who it could be. Normally they would ring the outside bell. Ah! she thought it must be the new tenant upstairs, the landlady had told her she was moving in this weekend. Sarah opened the door which lead into the corridor shared with the upstairs apartment. Standing on the other side was a girl of eighteen with a curvaceous figure, dark, almost black hair, a black shirt and expensive looking, tight fitting shiny black trousers. She was beautiful and she knew it with her deep red lipstick and confident air. “Hi” she said as she rather condescendingly looked Sarah up and down “My names Trixie, I’m moving in upstairs today”.

Sarah's Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Amy had the perfect figure for a model, her slim shoulders curved into a tiny waist and then out over the cutest of hips and down into long slim legs. Yet she looked on jealously at the only other person in the gym.

Sarah was sitting on the leg press where her strong athletic legs were moving almost half the stack of weights. Like Amy, the woman was in her early thirties and like Amy the woman had long brown hair in a ponytail. Amy observed the woman discretely, her white trainers with hidden socks leading up to muscular legs and on to an athlete’s butt. Her thighs in particular were from a Greek goddess, tanned and chiselled and flexing effortlessly with the weight.

Saudade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I slept bound a few nights ago. A pair of leg irons locked together, a pair handcuffs locking my wrists together behind my back and a chain running between the two.

When I sleep bound, especially in an “uncomfortable” position, the bondage usually is reflected in my dreams. I might be in public, handcuffed with my wrists behind me and nobody thinks anything is wrong Or I might have flashes of myself fumbling with keys, none of them working. Or (the best) sexual dreams where the dreams transform from lucid to “regular” (probably because the mind knows the wrists are still trapped and you find yourself cuffed again and again) I love these dreams. It’s not easy to start having them (since you have to be comfortable enough with your restraints to get to REM sleep, but uncomfortable for them to still be noticed), but having these dreams is very rewarding for me.

Saving Ben

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin.

SAX Demo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

With each wrist and ankle strapped to the pillars on both sides and the high heavy collar on my neck I could not move enough to see my own feet or hands. Dressed in a black nylon fishnet body stocking, leather bra and panties to match I made a fetching sight. It was an unusual demonstration assignment in this up scale bondage store.

When the training gag went in my mouth and the blindfold covered my eyes, I began to think that anyone, customer, employee could walk up feel, molest, even rape me and there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes, I began to imagine how they would violate me and even hoped they might at least caress my breasts and legs, just a little. They announced that the store was open. Gawd, strangers would be walking up to me to get a close look! I began to panic from humiliation.

Scene Play Continues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments.

Full story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing.

Screwy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I am inventor.” He said dramatically

Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings?” She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organization, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect.

Sealed With Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have always had a fascination with chastity for as long as I can remember. For the past few years I have experimented with different devices and Most ball trapping devices I discovered weren’t successful at the level of security I was seeking. Around six months ago, I bought my first hip style chastity belt. Opening it after it arrived, I was amazed at the quality of the workmanship. It was a work of art. I could see my reflection in the polished stainless steel finish. Instead of the traditional padlock, It had a built in internal cylinder lock. The Cost was a little more but Well worth the three grand it cost me. The company I purchased the belt from sent me a home measuring kit, so we could get the accuracy of the belts fit as close as possible. After getting all my correct measurements, I mailed it back to the company so they could begin making my custom belt. It took a couple of months before the belt arrived, It was breathtaking but at the same time I could feel Knots in the pit of my stomach, at the realization that I was holding in my hands a real inescapable chastity belt.

Searching For My Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole.

Secret in the Cellar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go.

And what she finds there might be more than she can chew…

Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough…

Securing Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand.

I said, “You look like you’ve used those before.”

She smiled. “They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in them then. It was fun, but that was as kinky as it got.”

Wow. When I invited Sarah up to see my shop, I had no idea she was into this stuff. I wanted to find out more, but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I proceeded with caution. “Well look around anything else. Try something on if you like.”

Seeking Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story takes a little time to setup, but is worth the payoff in the end. I already have two more parts written and a general outline for several more. If this is well received I’ll post them.

Part 1

Seeking arrangement.

Samantha had pretty much given up on finding a sugar daddy. At first it seemed like it would be the perfect fix for her financial problems, but two months of lies, fake pictures, broken promises, no-show dates and one attempted rape had just about soured her on the whole idea.

Segahay Castle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Castle

Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty.

While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place.

Selena

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lin had always considered herself a bit of an outsider. In school she liked looking at boys as much as the rest of her friends, but she also had funny feelings when she looked at girls. One time another girl offered Lin ten dollars to make out with her in order to tease some boys, and Lin was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. And then there were the locker rooms. Oh, the locker rooms…

Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back.

I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along.

Self Bondage Stalker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure.

Self Bondage Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part.

‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’

Self-bondage in the Woods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not that I knew what it was at the time, back then there was no internet to bring us together, and the small town I grew up in was part of America’s heartland.

Still, the fascination of being tied up still took hold, and was fueled by the easy access I had to that most common of bondage devices, handcuffs. My Dad was a cop, still is as a matter of fact, and I used to sneak his spare set of handcuffs away and use them on myself, imagining all kinds of bondage adventures.

Self-Destructive Tendencies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I’ve always been something of an overachiever. Competitive gymnast since I was four. Ballet. Competitive acro dancing. Academic Decathlon champion three years running. Tae Kwon Do blackbelt. Girl scouts. Candy stripers. Top fundraiser for our church’s donation drive. Weekend volunteer at the veterinary clinic and an assisted living facility. Absolutely anything to prove I was the perfect little girl. That I wasn’t useless, and worthless, and fat and ugly and unlovable.

Self-imposed Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude.

Selfie (a.k.a. Rogue Tie)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You are always so good at making lists, Becca!

This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments.

Service Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jessica struggled a long time before sagging in her bonds. The bedroom darkened by degrees as the sun set outside her window. She sighed into her sopping gag.

Her arousal made her aware of every sensation: The tight cord squeezing each bulging breast, the ache of her widely stretched legs and of course the unremitting rope, hard as steel, that burrowed into her pussy. She longed to scratch the many itches that were driving her to distraction. She still felt the bite of the lash across her generous haunches. Jessica hung her head as the day’s events unfolded in her mind once more.

Servitude

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

Settlement Girl Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story, an actual description of my self-bondage weekend. Thanks to Zack for editing it.

I’ve always loved reading the ‘Settlement’ stories by Graham. To be honest, I like a lot of bondage stories, and I play bondage games with myself a lot too. But the stories I like the most are the ones where the characters are kept in bondage and are nude almost constantly. The girl or girls never have a chance of being free or clothed, and they have to adjust to living that way forever, or at least for a very long time.

Sex Slave Blue Eyes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I can see your hard cock trying to break free of my black lace panties, the thin material between your arse cheeks looks so sexy! On your knees infront of me, i clip chains onto your nipple rings and pull you towards me.

“Tonight bitch, you are mine, you are mine to use and abuse as i see fit and there is nothing you can do about it. You will serve me to MY standards. Do you understand?”

Sex Slave to a Stewardess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa

While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life.

Sex Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’m strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I’m kneeling. Then I’m bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I’m strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely–for the moment–behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar.

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Sexpo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Kate and Emma arrived for the final day of the exhibition. The stand was set up as it had been for the last few days, with its big glossy pictures and its collection of shinny silver restraints and cages. As per the previous days, Emma took off her jeans and t-shirt so that she was wearing only her bright red bikini and high heels. She was tall, slim and tanned and had long blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. Kate managed the business side of the stall. She had dark hair and was more soberly dressed in smart jeans and a top.

Shackles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was originally written by Clinton Crayle (“C. C.”) in the late 1970’s, and it was published in Bondage Life magazine. I edited and updated the original, and I am posting it with the permission of the original author.

I’d heard about a new night spot in the heart of the Olde Towne district: “Shackles” - ultra-chic, ultra-kinky and ultra-in. My job as the highest-ranking female executive at HQ didn’t give me much time for leisure though, and none of my dates ever had the courage to take me there. So, I never went into the place… until the night my car broke down right outside.

Shameful in Eaton

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget.

Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church.

She Caught Me Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mild tormenting Story

Julie is my fantastic partner, we’ve been together for over six years. She has a lovely chassis and takes pride the way she looks, and I have the pleasure of that.

Although we had a full sex life after six years the inevitable started to happen. Not really boredom because we always enjoyed each other, but a sameness started to creep in. Julie worked shift work and sometimes had a nap early in the evening before going to work.

She Meets Me Half Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When you love someone, you meet them halfway. I’m a switch and she is my lovely submissive who doesn’t have a single naturally dominant bone in her body. We’ve discussed ways that my sub needs can be met, and neither of us are offended or opposed to the idea of opening up to others to meet them, but for right now she’s able to prove the old adage true. She meets me halfway, and it’s absolutely perfect.

She Seemed Innocent Enough

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Turn out the lights, and come sit,” she said, lying down on my bed, still fully clothed, going through her purse. Probably for a condom, I supposed.

Why did girls always like it better with the lights off?

I took one more look at her before I did so. She was such an innocent-looking girl. And very beautiful. She looked at me with black doe-like eyes that seemed full of childlike curiosity and wonder, almost like a little girl. It was funny to think such a thing when she was two years older than I was, and I was merely eighteen years old. Her face was smooth and flawless like a perfect sculpture, and also as soft-looking as a rose petal. It was perfectly framed by her dark wavy black hair which stopped just below her delicate shoulders. I remember stroking that hair, how smoothly my fingers could pass through. How she looked back at me when I did it. How much just looking at her supple moist lips made me want to kiss them.

She's Worth It

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I could do a part 2, but I wonder if its better like this.

His tongue flicked wildly against her clit as she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Quick tingling sensations filled her body as he greedily sucked her clit between licks.

“Oh my God…”, she moaned as her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy as her orgasm surged, he held his breath and flicked his tongue faster against her. Finally, her tense arched back slammed down against she came, pressing his face even harder against her throbbing pussy. After several spasms, her body finally collapsed back down on the mattress, and she released his hair allowing him to breath again. He lovingly and slowly traced the outline of her clit as she panted and recovered. After a while of running her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her up, she finally pulled him off her and up to lie with her.

Sheathing that Desire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic.

But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie.

Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our traveling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention… and a really great time in private.

Friday night, after a full day of work and then the hassle of getting to the convention hotel, I spent probably too long hanging out and reconnecting with friends. It was late when I got back to the room, and I tried to be quiet, thinking Susan and Janie might already be asleep. When I got out of the shower, I knew something was up.

Shelia Pays Off Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story

Chapter 1

Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by.

Shell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a relatively short and very mild story about a Vampire’s chattel. Most of the “bondage” element is implied or of a psychological nature. Mind-control because… they’re vampires! Bondage because… the main character IS bound, although I spend very little time describing it. You are forewarned.

Marisa is hunting again.

I can see that she’s surfing the Internet as I set the drink she requested down on the table beside her and wait to see if she’ll need anything else. I know she knows I’m watching her. It doesn’t take a psychic to figure that out. But I always wonder what it means when she doesn’t reprimand me for it.

Shit-Hole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A sexy whore-wife is anally used

The submissive, blonde, masochistic and 25-y/o Drusilla’s thresh-hold for pain was high and she relished labeling herself an anal beast since she always wanted men to slug their large dicks into her ‘manure-pussy.’

Nevertheless, Liam, her white, dominant, handsome and 27-y/o husband often surrendered her to extremely degrading talk, gang-sex and cum-juice splattering her pretty face.

And he bought a studio-quality camera prior to a certain event, because he was surfing the ‘Net, one August, Sunday afternoon, when he found a group, Knuckle-Them-Under.com., to which the white Chandler, Eli, Manuel and Samet belonged.

Shopping

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Quick and light story about a couple’s visit to a sex shop.

My wife and I were visiting the south coast for a week, we’d both been working far too many hours recently and the time away was a much needed respite from the hustle of day to day life. Slowly we wove our way along the quiet quiet country roads, a sea view appeared here and there.

Shopping Mall Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Following a discussion on Twitter about how clothing can be bondage on its own came up with this story of just using clothes to restrict movement. Feedback welcome.

Raquel stopped in the middle of the shopping mall trying to catch her breath and relax before continuing on her walk. It seemed like a normal Saturday afternoon shopping trip, but it was nothing like a normal trip for her.

Shoulda

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is an old story I found the other day. I don’t really have plans to continue the story, but if someone wants to make a continuation of the story feel free. Takes place in 2005 and yes it was written in 2005….

Part 1

I have been into bondage for a long time, but never had the gumption to ask anyone to participate. I did some self-bondage a few times when was a teen and it was very intense for me and I had feelings like never before when I engaged in those acts. The internet came out and I found there was a ton of people into bondage, I thought I was the only one, but still never had the balls to ask any girlfriend.

Show Me Your Craft

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

Silent revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize.

_How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.*

“Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not.

Silent Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was a little after four when the door of my hotel room opened. A perfectly manicured hand lifted the blindfold from the inner doorknob and quietly closed the door.

I put down the book I was reading: BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO, and waited.

She opened the door and confidently walked in, wearing the padded leather over her eyes. She pulled a small wheeled suitcase behind her. After locking the door, she quickly removed her blazer, blouse and skirt: carefully pacing them on top of her suitcase. Then she stood, facing the room….

Silent Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Monday

Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation.

Silver

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

Sissy 2.0

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”.

Prologue

It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold.

Sissy Maid's Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters.

i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there.

Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Now I’m your average male, in my late twenties, reasonable job, reasonably fit, some say reasonably handsome, own flat, car and a very cute girlfriend, Sandy.

We do not live together, as I still want my freedom, but we do spend a lot of time together.

About three months ago, during what was a drunken night, we started our voyage into bondage. We both discovered that we really enjoyed it and the bondage began to get heavier and heavier. After what seemed to be a very short period, my bedroom became a dungeon, we even had a travel bag, which contained most of the things we would need for weekend and holidays.

Skye’s Self-bondage Session

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Skye is a 29 year-old woman with a passion for self-bondage. I first met her on a site for rubber fetishists and was drawn to her simple honesty. After discovering the wonders of latex, she had been introduced by a friend to the world of bdsm where she had tried self-bondage for the first time. She and her friend had subsequently gone their separate ways, and Skye realized that she had much to learn and asked for suggestions or helpful advice.

Slave Girl of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: After ‘Dreams of Mirkada’ I was going to leave Sally in peace to have her baby rather than subjecting her to more humiliation and stringent bondage for our pleasure but I’ve had several emails asking for another Mirkada story and I couldn’t resist putting her through just a little more.

I couldn’t resist the title either.

For those who’ve read about Sally’s journey into ever increasing bondage and submission beginning with ‘When in Rome…’, and becoming increasingly intense through ‘Return to Mirkada’ and ‘Dreams of Mirkada’, this story sees her face up to the fulfilment of her desires. For those who haven’t read the previous stories, Professor Sally Frost is an academic and historian now living in Mirkada; a city where women must be subjected to bondage when they leave their houses and those who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Slave Jenny Report No. 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true account of the events of 13th July 2011, which my friend SNAP has kindly, and brilliantly, illustrated. SNAP and I have formed a collaborative relationship which I call ‘Remote Control Bondage’ – from the USA, Master SNAP gives me my instructions and I, Slave Jenny, put them into effect, in England. I hope you enjoy the picture and text – if so, let me know (readers of my stories know how much I appreciate feedback !). If there is sufficient interest, we will do this again.

Slave Modeling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hay out there is my very first story. Let me apologies ahead of time for any big spelling and grammar errors. A really nice Image that goes with this story can be found on Reptileye’s DeviantArt

_Update (2012/05/23):* Hay out there this is a remix or extended version of the first story I posted a some time ago. There should be fewer spelling and grammar errors this time around. Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.*

Slaves Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on directly from ‘After the live show’ in which D’s best friend from Uni, Maggie, discovers their lifestyle and is invited to help in the training of D’s sissy slave husband. Jim has now been a slave for 7 months since he returned home that fateful night from his business trip.

I suggest that you read “The new way of things (part 1)”, “The first live show (Part 2)” and “after the first live show (Part 3)” first before this story. I’ve updated this story to correct some of the countless spelling and grammar errors. I’ve also addressed the slight plot flaaw that was kindly pointed out.

Sleazy Hotel Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a certain 23 year old undergrad named Ann living in Singapore. Based on her stories so far which I’ve enjoyed, we have similar dark desires which we should really do something about mutually fulfilling! If you like the story Ann, email me..!

My name is Quin and I’m a senior management person working in an MNC. I’m 30something and very selective who I share my time with. I’ve often been told I look half my age and still can wear my cabin crew uniform from 12 years ago.

Smoking Issues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

_Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.*

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

So What Makes Us Who We Are

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wanted to change my writing style a bit so I came up with the idea to write a story in the first person. As you have noticed breathplay and scuba gear are a major turn on and I tend to write about females going through breathplay so I gave it a shot. This is what I came up with and from my response over on Fetlife I must have done something right because I got a nice response.

Social Distancing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a little something for those folks separated by this virus.

Melanie was frustrated, bored, annoyed and anxious. Going to college across the country from her Master, he visited when he could, but thanks to this stupid pandemic, she had been stuck at her apartment for weeks now and her Master was stuck 2,000 miles away! She couldn’t go out, had to finish the semester online and thanks to the new clit shield her Master had put on, she couldn’t masturbate to relieve her sexual tension!

Sophia and the Giving of Thanks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 12th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.

Sophia and the Unpleasant Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 10th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed.

Sophie and the Robo-fuck Pods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story.

Part One

Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap.

Sophie's Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just the start of something I hope to take much further, let me know what you think. R

Part One - Friday

5ft 6", 9 stone, the pitch black hair that usually hung to just below her shoulder blades was currently in a ponytail sticking out the top of a tight leather hood which fit her flawlessly. A bulge where you would guess her mouth to be confirmed the presence of her least favourite ball gag, a two and a half inch hard rubber ball that kept her mouth uncomfortably wide open. A series of black leather straps, two running along her cheeks buckling behind her head, and another under her chin with two from either side of her mouth joining above her nose and running along the top of her head, held the ball deep in her mouth. Underneath the form fitting hood was a pair of gorgeous brown eyes that were almost impossible to put a blindfold over, some similarly delicious cheek bones and a subtly angled jawline that was just as sexy in public as it was stretched out by a gag.

Southern Hospitality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading!

Part 1

I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear " I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come." Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here….

Space Babe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you.

Chapter 1

I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE!

Spoiled Rotten

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Although featuring several characters from “Endurance”, this is a stand-alone story. You do not need to read “Endurance” first, but of course you are very welcome to do so.

“If you are a real painslut, you will be spoiled rotten tonight.”

I had made it very clear to Portia that the members of my depraved little circle were committed to the darker ways of BDSM. Marks that would last for weeks were a must-have, safewords a no-go. Portia emitted an affirmative grunt from behind the gag. Any intelligible sound was permitted by the huge rubber orb, and nodding would have interfered with my tightening her head harness.

Spring Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

Stacey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story, so please forgive any problems with it. I’m aware some things may be unrealistic, but I’m just hoping people enjoy what I’ve written.

Part 1 - Saturday

There was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn’t know, as though there was a chance it wasn’t her and I was hoping it was.

Stacy Tries It - Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Being fucked by her dog in the ass was really not what Stacy had expected to happen when she first tried tying herself up. Fortunately, Greg didn’t make too big of a deal out of it, although occasionally he would make barking noises whenever they were having sex doggy-style. What a joker, she thought. Unfortunately, they did have to give Boxer away. His alpha-dog instinct couldn’t be controlled. He would constantly sniff at Stacy’s crotch and repeatedly tried to knock her down when she would get out of the shower. In his mind, Stacy was his bitch and that was that. A few weeks after they gave him up she called the new owner.

Stappado Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I finally had the house to myself for two days! I’d been waiting for this for months and had put together a couple of great ideas for self bondage. I’ve been doing this for many years and have gotten pretty good and original at it. Having no partner for this stuff will make you really use your imagination.

Anyhow, I got all my hot clothing out as well as my collection of ropes and my rope ratchet which I hoped to make an integral part of my long-imagined scene. Starting with a sexy corset with a push up bra, I cinched up to a 23 inch waist that made me look like almost like a cartoon.( a very sexy one). Then came the rubber panties with built in dildo/plugs so I would be constantly aroused. Then I put on the thigh high hose and my 5 inch black patent pumps with 3 straps to prevent them coming off. Not that I would have the capability of getting them off anyway in the position I had in mind.

Starting a Life on His Own

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The story is in solid fantasy realm; do not try this at home! Things in here go well beyond what would be humanly possible. See my personal information for more on this Fantasy’ thing v.s. reality…

Starting Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I used to write a lot but haven’t done for years. I was recently inspired by a friend to get back to writing, and so this is my first attempt in a long time. I realise I have slipped accidentally into present tense in a few places - hopefully this is not too off putting.

The story is about a married D/S couple with a relationship that has lost its passion due to everyday commitments (as relationships do) and the decision being made that it needs to be fixed.

Starting with Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.

The glow of the the dimmed lighting complimented the soft background music playing. He sat there quietly, ever grateful, and slowly ate the finely prepared dinner before him. This particular restaurant was not for the everyday consumer, but rather a prestigious five star Irish Steakhouse, and her personal favorite. It’s not her style to bring just anyone here, but of course he did not know that. The business was a little slow for a Saturday afternoon, but that was just fine with him. He was hoping not to have too many people look at him, What if these people caught on to what she is doing to me? He thought over and over. Breathing normally was out the window, as was the typical male speed record eating habits that usually disgust most civilized and mature women. His breaths were controlled, as was the reduced pace in which he was forced to eat, although he didn’t mind either factor.

Steampunk Romp

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia.

He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device.

Steel City

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is version 2 - A rewrite of the original to address the valid comments given about the story. The story line is about the same, but the details are considerably fleshed out and the last half is a major rewrite.

The official positions and the historical events discussed in this story may exist or have existed, but the story characters are not based on, nor do they represent any actions by any actual official.

Still Engaged

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Follows story of Anna/Julia/Donald from “Engaged”.

“Kneel my dear. That’s right.” Donald was naked except for the Lori’s Tube, Anna was naked except for the high-heeled black court shoes. “Kiss please dear.” Donald kissed Anna’s shoes enthusiastically. “There’s a good boy. Now, let’s have a little chat.” They both knew that having a little chat involved Anna talking, Donald listening and agreeing where asked to do so. She always asked, never ordered. Always polite. “No need to stop kissing dear. You can move up. Slowly though. If you go too quickly I shan’t be pleased.” Donald knew that Anna not being pleased would not be in his interest. He’d been wearing the Lori’s tube now for four months. He had never loved Anna more. But he knew that she’d begun to get a taste not just for keeping him in chastity, but also for increasingly dominant behaviour. Her latest ‘innovation’ was the riding crop. “I love horse riding” she’d explained, “And men are so like horses darling. Julia was saying that both species want to get between your legs and both need a little correction from time to time, don’t you think?” Donald had agreed, as he always seemed to do these days. Anna was so right about things. He loved her. Not Julia though, he didn’t love her at all. Why did Anna need a friend like Julia. He’d probably be shagging Anna’s brains out if it wasn’t for that bitch!

Stilling the Voice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Preparation

I awake early, intrinsically realizing that today is the day. I have know that this day would come; planned a hundred times in my mind how it might unfold, seduced by the finality of it. Today is the day.

A cup of coffee brings me to full awareness and my preparation begins. Everything that follows must conform precisely to a plan that is being dictated by a voice in my head, my companion self, present since childhood.

Store Clerk 2 - House Arrest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Note: This part of the story is my own rendition of what likely happened that night at the end of Part 1, if the author wishes this part taken down from the site then so be it, no hard feelings, but I thought it’d be nice to continue the story for all the readers out there, anyways without further adieu onto the story.

Part 1

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “wait a second, run that by me again Steph? You plan to just leave me like this? The club closes at 2am.”, “I’m aware Jessica so that gives you a little under 3 hours to find everything, and don’t worry, as I told you I had the bouncers hand the stuff out to regulars or people they know. But that’s just to start off, the stuff may be passed out to people who don’t come here regularly then you might be waiting more than a night or 2 to get everything off, but I’ll check on you tomorrow to see your progress, and who knows maybe we’ll have some more fun, have a good one Jess.” Steph gave me a little wink after saying that, and then lost her way through the crowd as she headed for the door. This game of Steph’s was fun for awhile but I think she overdid it with this part, I was so turned on and wanted to cum so bad but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, the damn vibes wouldn’t let me. Every time I came close the cycles would go down again and start over, it was quite frustrating, so I began my search for the 10 combination numbers and the 15 keys I’d need in order to finally give myself a very well deserved release.

Storm on the Desert Mountain

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Renee and I had rented an old adobe house in the mountain foothills of Arizona. It was cooler up there, but cool is a relative thing during an Arizona summer. One thing that we loved about the place was its secluded location. It has a view of the Sonoran desert stretched out in the valley below and we could indulge in the ultimate attire for surviving the desert heat by spending much of our time au natural in the house and around the property.

Stress Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a world where virtual reality rules supreme, Casey uses an artificial double to safely suffer through some of the worst tortures a woman could ever experience. She loves every second of it.

Warning: This story contains very extreme, over-the-top depictions of BDSM and torture. It is a work of pure fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Casey lived in a world where virtual reality ruled supreme. Centuries of technological advances had allowed computers to become capable of replicating practically any sensation the human body could possibly experience. Simulated cyberspace was nearly indistinguishable from reality. Everybody owned a virtual reality headset. It was practically impossible to function in modern society without one.

Stuck

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Good morning, beautiful,” came Pauline’s voice, rousing me from my sleep and closely followed by a tender kiss on the lips - there is no better way to wake up.

I returned her kiss. I couldn’t do much else, since she was pinning my arms to my sides under the duvet with her thighs. I opened my eyes and looked into hers with a smile.

“What time is it?” I asked, taking the opportunity to look her up and down - she was dressed for work, most noticeably in an obscenely-short skirt which showed off her tanned legs.

Stuck as a Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry to not finish this sooner.

Part 1

Sitting on the low couch, I picked up the shiny bodystocking and pulled it up my legs. I knew the day I had planned would be long so I tried to get dressed as quickly as possible so I couldn’t back out. After pulling the tight nylon over my perky breasts, my nipples stood straight out and pulled against the light material. I reached behind to pull up the zipper leaving only my crotch exposed to the warm morning air.

Study Tape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/05/23): Thanks for all the positive comments! I was not as sure on chapter 4, but gave it a shot and hope some of you like it. -Al B

Chapter 1

The cruel experiment otherwise known as high school was almost over. There were only six months left until graduation and I had few regrets. Most of us were already 18, and on our way to college. I was also well on my way to becoming valedictorian, and though I had been skinny and short and made fun of a lot in ninth grade, this last year I had grown 3 inches and also filled out in other ways.

Sub-Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another quick burst of my fantasy, intended to get me back into the mood of writing. I’d love to hear any constructive criticism, as well as any ideas for future sequels or even separate stories.

He heard a splashing sound deep down in his head, which told him that he’d been lowered into the water, or rather dropped into it. The sensation was strange, he was floating for sure, he felt it, but he didn’t get wet; he didn’t feel the water on his skin. He of course was well aware of the latex layer between his skin and the water, but that didn’t prevent his brain from getting confused and playing tricks on him.

Subbie Hubbie's Exam

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not a typical genre for me and is my first attempt at both “first person” and F/m. The story was inspired by recent circumstances that forced me to have a physical exam performed by a female doctor (long story). This is purely fiction, folks, written in four parts for the enjoyment of those on the site who are into F/m.

Update (2012/02/09): Final segment in this story. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please submit comments via comments section or to me directly at mrhungry56@gmail.com. Thanks, Darios

Subinatrix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this story to flesh out a fantasy where a guy meets a submissive girl who is aggressively looking for a man to dominate her. It grew far beyond my initial inspiration but I am very happy with how the story turned out. I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot of ideas left for a sequel that I hope to share some day.

Chapter 1

Subinatrix: Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Submissive Position

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Introduction

Kyle was a good looking forty two year old, and had lost his wife two years earlier. Now, after the initial grief, he was venturing out into the dating world once again; only things were slightly different this time.

Apart from being nearly twenty years since he had done this sort of thing, he had now decided he wanted a certain type of partner. That was one who also indulged in his passion for bondage.

Such a Deal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Got back home from another long night at the job to find Wifey and BGF at home giggling in the living like a couple of school girls. Popped a top and went in to see what was so funny -cock and ball harness still on, per Wife’s instructions- and was greeted by the sight of two smiling faces on either side of the couch with the coffee table between them. After exchanging pleasantries, me still standing there, sucking down that cold one, Darling Wife asked if I wouldn’t mind showing off her new toy. I started getting a little red in the face, and started stammering, when she abruptly got up walked over to where I was standing and started unbuckling my trou! I had the beer in my hand, so I guzzled it and gently flung the can to her pal, just in time for Darling to pull down my pants to my knees.

Sugar Daddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”.

Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place.

I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down.

Suicide Couple

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time

Part 1

I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes.

Summer Bikini

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not wanting to disappoint my husband and stay true to my promise that I would tie myself up for my husband’s complete enjoyment. I decided I would do some more shopping on the the internet. Since it was summer I decided I would order a black leather string bikini. I also wanted to try a new gag that was a little more comfortable and because my husband rarely removed it from my mouth once it was strapped in. Really the only time he would remove my ball gag was when he made me suck his cock. I decided I would order a 2" ball gag with a latex stretch strap.

Summer Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to ‘Summer Project’ It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Sunday Football

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have become so bored with NFL football and the lack of attention from my husband who is totally obsessed with it. On Sunday starting at noon he begins with the pregame show, followed by games at one and four, not to mention the night game that starts at eight. It’s twelve filled hours of him sitting on the couch in front of the television, while tracking his fantasy team’s results.

Sunday Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She wasn’t happy when I told her that I’d be going tomorrow for a three day convention, she already had made plans for us two that weekend. I patted her head and apologized, but she wouldn’t hear it. Although she knows my job takes me all over the country, she rather had me stay home with her and to be honest, so would I. I don’t like putting work before my personal life, but I know deep down she understands.

Supemarket Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

“Not a single sound from you, is that understood? I hear anything from you and I will leave you standing where you are. Is that clear?”

I nodded my assent, I knew my Mistress too well already. Even though this was our first real face to face meeting, we had communicated a lot online and I was already very used to following her instructions. Once she had told me to be silent, Mistress would tolerate nothing other than absolute silence until she said otherwise.

Surprise Bondage Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue: a customer calls

I dialed the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone.

A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice.

Surprise Package

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Since reading a great fetish story I have always wanted these special pair of heels. They are special because they lock you in and you can not get out. There are mechanisms that zap you and make it so you have to stay in. The heels are a high arc 5" stiletto. I have told my partner I wanted them, but he could not find them anywhere.

Then just like I was in the story, the shoes came in a package for me. Of course I put them on because I’ve wanted them so badly. Mine were different then the ones in the story. They were all black patent and came to my thighs, and they were ballet heels! 8"!! A note was included it said I was required put on everything that came in the mail for me. The things that came were extremely sexy. I received latex dresses, many catsuits, and a lot more latex items.

Surprise Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: He thinks that he knows what Susan will want from him during one of his regular visits to her………. but this time she has prepared a surprise for him.

This is a story which was published elsewhere some time ago and which I have now updated and revised.

I have to say that this is rather difficult to write………….. difficult for several different reasons. Firstly I hadn’t actually woken up this morning planning to write anything – there was no ’novel inside of me that I need to get out’. Also, I certainly have never thought about writing down what I am about to detail – at least what I think I am about to detail. Then there is my actual condition. I do not suppose that many writers work their literary magic without a stitch of clothing on. And while I could imagine that some writers might, in times of high workload, complain about being chained to their desk, I actually am. That’s right, my hands are cuffed together and there’s a long chain the end of which is padlocked to one of the links, a chain that goes back underneath the desk and which, I am told, is very firmly attached. So there’s no chance to get away even if it I had the use of my other limbs……. which I don’t. Its not my desk though. No, its my….Ahhhh. Sorry dear reader I’ve just been told that the introduction paragraph is too long and that I am to “get on with it”.

Surrender at Kari's Lair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A couple months ago, a friend from SecondLife challenged me to surrender to Kari. The plan was that I would go to her door dressed in my Wonder Woman costume and surrender to her when she opened the door. The only problem with the plan is that her front door is in full view of her neighbors. I really wanted to obey the challenge so I worked out how to do it at my house when Kari came to visit me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long before her next visit. One night while she was staying with me, I told her I had a surprise for her and that she’d need to wait upstairs and change into her Mistress Klaw costume while I set it up. I went downstairs, listening carefully to make sure she wasn’t trying to follow me and crept into the bathroom, where I’d stashed my goodies earlier.

Susan's Exercise Bike

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is my next attempt at some erotic fiction, I hope you enjoy it.

At long last Susan felt she had perfected her “bicycle race” self-bondage scenario. She had an exercise bicycle set up in her workout room. It had a long USB cable connecting to her computer on the side of the room.

The bicycle could send over statistics to the computer. Her computer program was going to wait until she had gone “ten miles” on the bike. At that point, it was going to release the door lock electromagnet she had mounted on the ceiling which held her key up. The key was tied with a long string to a hook directly over the bicycle, so when the magnet released, the key would fall into her reach from atop the bicycle. It doubled as a safety in case of power outage.

Suspended Release

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when?

I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often.

Suzie's Padded Cell Treatment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on.

Sweepstakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I ring the doorbell.

The beautiful blonde in her late twenties looks exactly like I know her from her movies.

“Hi, you must be Bruce. Come in,” she smiles at me.

Her apartment looks cozy – home-like, not kinky like I expected. Emily seems to have read my mind since she asks: “Not what you had in mind?”

“Not exactly, but I didn’t know what to think anyway. This is all quite new to me.”

Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

"…any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity."

Tamara's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand.

Part 1

“I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…”

Tantrums

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this for myself in less than an hour while waiting for my Daddy to finish up at a graduation party. I know age play isn’t really big on this site but I’m tired of searching for DD/lg stories and finding terribly written stuff.

I hope you guys at least give it a chance.

Chapter One

“No, Daddy, please?” I wailed, squirming under His touch. I had been a bad girl and threw a small temper tantrum at the mall.

Tasha's Infiltration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Preface

Tasha wrote, taking a chance. Not enough. The words were too easy for her to say. I didn’t know anything about her. But then she asked, offered, shared…it became more real; we seemed to be getting passed the bullshit. I thought I knew where she was coming from. She would tell me anything, anything, except who she really was. Fine by me, I didn’t want to know anyway. Just having a little fun. I already have a life, you know.

Tatianna's Task

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOGUE

As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal.

Tatianna's Treasures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

Teaching the Ropes to Each Other

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance.

Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen.

Tease Tied

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at writing. Inspired by true events and wishful thinking.

Any ideas on how to teach this smart-ass a lesson are welcome.

Chapter 1 - Challenge Accepted

“Awk even I could get out of that” Steph said with disdain as they watched the damsel on tv struggle in vain against her bonds. “Why are these girls in the movies so pathetic?”. “There’s no way you could” argued Chris. “Her hands are taped behind her back and she’s locked in a box!” Steph shook her head, “I’m telling you that would be easy, I’d be out of that and calling the cops in no time”.

Terminal Bliss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story written some time ago (A camera with film!) that I found recently and still enjoy.

“I can’t believe I agreed to wear this,” you say to yourself. The skirt is short, barely covering the curve of your bottom. You feel the thong pressing between your legs, never letting you forget it is there. The halter top, the bolero jacket. All do their jobs–barely. The heels are the last element of the outfit–high, curving your legs deliciously.

Terri's Trip to the Mall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Friday night I prepared by laying out the items that were going to be needed for the adventure on Saturday. This included a locking ball gag, 3" black leather posture collar, thin, black leather connecting strap, leather chastity belt, new powerful personal vibrator, handcuffs, thigh cuffs with small connecting chain, two small metal rings, my metal nipple clamps that were also connected by a small metal chain, my long black leather gloves, long black leather trench coat, and of course my black thigh high boots. I then went down to the local drugstore and picked up an 12 oz Fleet enema package and then went home to a nice dinner and long bath.

Thanks a lot, Mom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Ok, so my wife read 50 Shades way back then and we talked after. She loved the idea of a Red ‘play’ room just for us, I thought it may be fun and very well spice up our sex life. Per her instruction, I painted our spare bedroom - she did make a great color choice. Over time we added some interesting toys to our collection. Prior to this over the years we both figured out quite quickly that she was best suited for Top and me for Bottom, so sure, this dynamic was easily carried over into our Red room where lots of fun was had. Looking back, I recall her never wanting to be the Bottom. Humm…

Thanksgiving Secured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: He wants to try the chair. But it turns out to be a mistake

My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax.

That Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

That day, I came in the front door, called out: “Hallo, dear” and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. There is a doorway through to the lounge and I heard Julie, Mrs T, whose tones are not always soft, say:

‘He’s jerking off".

I shouted “Hallo, dear”, again and there was a short embarrassed silence.

Then Mrs T called “come in here, darling”, and I went through to find her sitting with her friend Wendy, either side of a bottle of prosseco on the coffee table.

That Special Spice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hello folks. It’s been a while since I published a story. Wrote this the other night. Despite my kinky ways and my gruff exterior, I am actually a big softie and a hopeless romantic at heart. The Zach in my story is a reflection of myself. Hopefully one day I’ll find my own Maya before I get old and gray.

-Z

“Wow. You look amazing! I was worried that forty-five minutes was not going to be enough of a warning.”

That's a Wrap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The next day, Richard was hardly present at work. Fortunately, there were no important meetings or report deadlines, or he would have been in trouble. Instead, he just sat in his office, re-starting to read memo’s multiple times, and the only thing his eyes would see were scenes from the night before.

The sight of Marjorie when he was done, it already was a classic painting to him, and for Richard the picture would be in his mental museum forever.

The 13th Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Return to the Room

Alex flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the hotel robe against his shower-damp skin. He always felt better when he’d had a chance to wash away the feelings of a long hard day with the clients. Thankfully the law firm he worked for treated their staff well - the hotel they were putting him up in made his own apartment feel like a squat in comparison. It was one of the oldest in the city, and the whole place radiated luxury. Every staff member there treated him like visiting royalty, which made it a pleasure to return there after an over-long day in a stuffy meeting room with his corporate clients.

The Abduction of Amanda

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this a milder more in depth version of a another story i wrote called taken and sold. if enough people like chapter one i will hopefully publish chapter two but that’s down to you folks as i am new to writing and only want to make what others enjoy reading

_Update (2012/11/16):* this my second attempt at writing a story a milder version of my take nand sold working into it more gently hope you like it better than my first attempt. Remember some parts may sound strange but they were written in game form to be descriptive to my partner player over e mail.*

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Abs Workout

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was Saturday evening and my Wife, Lisa, said it was time for my weekly evaluation. She told me to go to the basement and prepare myself. Half of the basement is finished off and we use as our play space. There is a small storage room under the stairs. The room is too small to stand up or stretch out in. Lisa loves that and often makes me spend time in there for transgressions. It is also where I keep what Lisa calls my slave outfit. I opened the door and crawled inside. I removed my clothes and got out my wrist and ankle cuffs and collar. I put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and secured them with small padlocks.

The Admin

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Apart from the glaring technical inaccuracies and technologies that don’t exist I’m sure there’s a point in here about data security. However I’m much more interested in the sex and bondage, hopefully you’ll enjoy it regardless!

Sometimes it concerns me how much faith people put in technology. I’m tech savvy, in fact very savvy and what’s worse (at least for my clients) is that I’m often bored.

My most recent foray into the technology underworld came while I was contracted to a newspaper for IT support. Their systems were a state and it took me several weeks of late nights, takeaways and sleep deprivation to untangle the mess my predecessor had left.

The Adventures of Boot Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Forget Wonder Woman !

Join Boot Girl as she battles Villainesses across the Harmony skyline, rescues damsels in distress and endures some pretty intense bondage…while trying to hold down her job and explore her submissive side.

Part 1: Introductions

‘This is good stuff.’ Jezebel takes a second sip of wine and settles back on the expensive white leather sofa crossing her legs on the back of the pretty and nearly naked brunette tied securely to the low table in front of her by lengths of soft silk rope. ‘I must say I really admire your taste.’ Jezebel looks round at the spacious apartment with its minimalist decor. ‘This is a lovely apartment. And, of course, you’ve been so helpful. I’m sure you’ve earned a good few hours of pleasure tonight.’

The Adventures of Raika Élan ESQ

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a bondage loving attorney who occasionally becomes a damsel in distress

Update (07/31/11) - The continuing saga of a comely attorney who is crowned Hostage of the Year, (well actually Runner Up). If the Hostage cannot perform her duties, her Runner Up …

Chapter 1 - Bait

DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2007 TIME: 2:16 AM LOCATION: DAVIES NATATORIUM

Raika Élan, Attorney-At-Law, floated passively in the water. A wet suit encased her body. Actually, the counselor wore two wetsuits and a large dildo filled her anus. The “full Aldridge” her captor quipped. Putting on this get up was difficult, but the added warmth slowed hypothermia in the frigid water. The rubber clung to her perky breasts as they heaved with each labored breath. Raika feared that each inhalation may be her final one. Despite the experience of her many misadventures, this time she confronted overwhelming dread.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Appointment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: True story. Ah Cindy, my little imp. If you have read our other stories, You know the deal here. We publish NOTHING that is not real and true.

OK - this one took me completely by surprise. Good ol’ Cindy! She put a lot of planning into this one. Oh man, I mean a LOT of planning!

I got home from work about 20 or so minutes before her (which is usually the case) and found an envelope taped to the door leading from the garage to the kitchen with my name on it in her handwriting.

The Art of Escape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Justin emerged from the bathroom, his head covered by the towel he was using to dry off his hair. Otherwise naked, he walked into his bedroom, water still dripping from his freshly showered body. Pulling the towel from his head, he jumped back a step, not expecting to be greeted by his girlfriend sitting on his bed, facing the doorway.

“Shit, Melissa, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Well hello to you too,” she responded sarcastically. “I assumed it was okay to let myself in, since you did give me a key.”

The Attic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Come on! Last one in the house sucks pond slime!” Keri smacked the back of Todd’s bathing suit and dashed for the back door of the cabin.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one!” Todd chuckled and took off after her. He tiptoe-jogged across the sharp gravel of the driveway in his barefeet. “Damn!” he thought “I should have brought thongs like Keri”.

Watching her long gorgeous legs race across the lawn, he realized he probably wasn’t going to catch her before the house. They were both still a little damp from their plunge into the lake, she in her cute little peach bikini, him in his blue swimming trunks. Charging after her, he took the steps up to the porch three at a time, finally catching her as they raced through the French doors on the back of the house and tackling her down onto the living room couch.

The Audition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is something I have written as a stand alone story. For those of you who have read “Roped in for the Weekend” I am continuing that story and will be posting more in a few weeks. You can contact me at maid2btied at gmail dot com if you would like to comment on either story. Enjoy, Gabriella.

I check the address on the invitation again as the cab pulls away leaving me standing alone on a deserted street. The invitation was elegant; like one you would get for a wedding, black cursive script on a white card. It read;

The Bachelor Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Woman in the Cage

“Hi, Janet! I’m so glad you could make it!” said Kim Miller, a slender 27-year-old brunette of Asian descent, as she opened the main door looking somewhat agitated.

Standing at the porch was 26-year-old Janet Whitley, a gorgeous blonde who happened to be Kim’s best friend and next-door neighbor. “You sounded awful over the phone, so I came as fast as I could. Is everything ok?” she asked concerned as she hugged her friend and peeked into the living room looking for anything amiss.

The Best Christmas Present

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

David was tired of Christmas shopping; of cruising the parking lots looking for a space to park, of trying to find suitable presents for his many relatives, and of struggling through the crowds of people. He decided he needed to clear his mind; to get away to somewhere quieter and more peaceful.

It was late on Sunday morning, a few days before Christmas, a fine cold day with a clear blue sky and a chilling wind. He drove out to Johnson Park and parked his aging Ford Mustang in the lot near the entrance. There was one other car in the lot, parked near the trailhead. As he passed he couldn’t help noticing the two lovers in the front seat, entwined in a passionate embrace. He felt a twinge of jealously and wondered if he would ever find love.

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Bicycling Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

The ferry docked at the island and Emma and Kate took their bikes and started to wheel them off the ferry and on to the quayside. They had the whole weekend to cycle around the island, enjoy the beaches and generally get away from everything. The island was sparsely populated at the best of times, and this was out of season. They had hired a small beach hut to stay in, literally meters from the beach.

The Bilbo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When I was living in Minnesota my ex-boyfriend tied me up a lot, but since I moved to northern Arizona all of my bondage activities have been do-it-yourself. (Although there was some audience participation in my last outdoor adventure).

For that adventure I had made a bilbo. This is a medieval restraint which has U-shaped metal bands that slip over the wrists and ankles and are closed by a bar that fits through holes in the open end of the U. Last time I had fastened each cuff separately, but the traditional usage is to have all of the cuffs attached to a single bar, and this is what I wanted to try next.

The Black Dress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it.

_Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.*

Chapter 1

I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear.

The Bondage Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was lying in straw, chained in the castle dungeon. A manacle riveted around her right ankle was attached to a rusty iron chain connected to an iron ring set in the stone wall. Her hands were bound behind her back in heavy iron fetters. She was dressed in a coarse cloth dress that had been ripped down to expose her breasts. The jailor had complete control over her and she was helpless to prevent him from ravishing her.

The Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland.

Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays.

I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it’s left side.

The drive path is made of gravel like a country homes driveway.

The Bondage Wheel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The idea for this story came to me when I read ‘Playing Games’ back in December. I then occured to me to do this story in the future based off the popular TV gameshow. This is the second story I’ve posted to the web, but my first time to this site. I’m very definitely an amateur writer and it takes me a long time to iron a story like this, so don’t expect this to continue past what is here.

The Book of Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The original version of this story was the first mainstream story that I ever wrote. Recently, I got the idea to rewrite it with a bondage theme, and in some ways I think it actually works better (at the metaphorical level) this way.

That said, the story is definitely a bit heavier on the story than it is on the bondage; but that’s not all that uncommon for my work, I think.

The Bounding Main

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Spring fever had hit Gina hard. Nights in Las Vegas were still on the cool side and the prospect of spending some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat was intoxicating. Stephen had sprung the idea on her a few days ago and they decided a weekend on the water was just the thing to prep for the coming summer. For days that was all that Gina focused on.

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Kate had been the latest addition to the house-share. She was in her mid-twenties, reasonably attractive, with a good figure. She always dressed casually in blue jeans and casual tops. Brad and the other housemate, Andrea, had chosen her for the house only a month earlier. In that time Brad and Kate had got on passably, but had had disagreements on a number of subjects.

Kate had in her room a large very solid wooden box, which Brad had had to help carry up the stairs when she arrived. The box was made out of oak, with brass fittings and had a number of small holes drilled into the sides.

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

The blackness was all encompassing, as was the silence. Carly could hear her own breathing, but that was all. She was used to it, and the sensation of isolation no longer affected her as it once did. She was not alone, she knew, someone was outside the box, somewhere, watching her.

The young woman lay perfectly still on the black slab of hard plastic that served as her bed. She knew that to move would provoke pain. It took only a few movements, long ago, to demonstrate the pain to her. It was like everything else she was required to do in the box: follow the precise instruction or feel the pain.

The Boxes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Boxes By J storycodes: Sbf; M/f; latex; bodybag; boxed; cons; XX

As you come walking into the house you see a note and 4 boxes

The note says:

Dearest slave,

You see before you the boxes of your plight tonight and what you will be wearing is in those 4 boxes. But first you must shave your body clean, and give yourself a series of enemas to make sure you are good and cleaned out, you will be in the contents of the boxes for the weekend. Now go and do as I say. There will be other notes in the boxes detailing what to do next.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Bull

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well.

s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle.

The Bum Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Well what do you think?” Kate asked as she led Nicole and Dania into the cellar. The women looked at the heavy metal box that was no larger than 1.5 foot cubed. “Well how do you restrain someone in that?” Nicole asked disappointedly. “Oh easily” Kate smiled.

The box was made up of two halves with a join around the middle allowing the top half to lift up. It had a round hole in the middle of one side that was half in each part of the box. It also had a glass like surface on top.

The Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Kate was a slim attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She was a corporate lawyer and worked for a well-respected company. She had had a number of short-term affairs but was currently single.

She had arrived late at the flat. She had walked around for a good half an hour before she’d found the right place, a ground floor and basement flat situated behind a row of shop. She rang the doorbell. Natalie, the woman whose advert she’d seen in the local paper opened the door. “Sorry I’m late,” Kate started, “this is not the easiest place to find”. Kate stood there in her smart, well-fitting trouser suit and looked at the other woman. Natalie, who was wearing jeans and top, checked her watch.

The Campground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting.

The Care and Maintenance of Mummies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PETFUN Mummy Quick sheet (developed with and approved by a qualified veterinarian)

Name: Mummy (human) Average size: Varies Life Span: When properly cared for, up to 50 years, depending on age of mummy when purchased.

Signs of a healthy Mummy:

* Does not flinch or struggle to get away when you touch or stroke him. * Tries to get close to you when you get close to it. * Does not cry, moan, scream, or weep. * Shows interest, either in eye movement (if unwrapped) or in trying to listen to what’s going on around it.

The Catastrophe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat down at my computer and was pretty bored. It was a Sunday night and I had no plans to keep me busy, not even a rented movie. Since I had not updated my site in a while, I decided that I would work on the next installment of Amber’s Misfortune. Completing what I set out to do usually never happens as I start to get turned on. Before long, I convince myself it time for a break and time to tie myself up for a bit. Last Sunday was no different.

The Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Authors Note: I haven’t written in a while, but I just had this fantasy the other night and I decided to write a story about it. Hope you enjoy it. As Always, leave comments about how you think it should end or just things that should happen.

There I was, standing in front of the combination of four weeks of planing and saving my hard earned cash. Sitting in front of me on my bed were several items; a pair of 10 inch vibrators with built in electric pads, handcuffs with a special wireless lock, a good amount of pink nylon rope and the special glue. It had cost me several hundred dollars but I knew it would be worth it. I had decided to set myself up in predicament bondage and only I could decide my fate.

The Chastity Corset

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko

Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think.

The Chastity Diaper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is about a Chastity Belt that looks like a thick diaper. It is not an adult baby story or diaper story. Instead, it it a ‘beware of what you wish for’ story.

Chapter 1

My brand new chastity belt finally arrived straight from the American 3-D CAD Printing Company. It was a beautiful lightweight design that strongly resembled a very thick adult diaper in every way. The only thing it did not do was crinkle. They told me they could make it smaller, slimmer and less noticeable, but I explained I really liked wearing thick diapers, so it would not be an issue. Besides, I also said I really wanted the chastity belt to be substantial so I could not feel anything between my legs. Besides, I secretly wanted everyone to think I was diapered all the time. So when the designer asked me how thick I wanted the hard chastity diaper, I told him to I wanted him to imagine it as thick as three over-night diapers designed for people who constantly wet. When he asked me if I was sure, I answered an enthusiastic, “Yes, I want to have a really big ass. I want my ass so big that I have to have special pants made to cover it.”

The Chip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

After the great female rebellion of 2092, the governments of the world ordered that a control chip be implanted in all females of a certain age. This chip allowed the women to be controlled via freezing them, and other various things. Later revisions of the chip included the ability to control what was worn by the females using some kind of computer controlled latex substance. This is the story of one such female;

The Christmas Robot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Machines and humans have always fought and always will, from the earliest days when steam engines refused to go forwards, through the days when PCs refused to boot up, to today when robots insist on obeying commands literally. This is the story of one such battle, a young woman’s struggle to circumvent a machine’s internal limitations.

The robot was a Christmas present to herself. Its cost represented most of her savings but Quintessa was depressed and felt she deserved some pleasure in life. The only other present she received that Christmas was a bottle of inexpensive perfume from one of her coworkers.

The Circus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up…come and see the Circus…the greatest show on earth…

Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town…the daring young man on the flying trapeze…the roar of the crowd…the ringmaster…the fearless lion tamer…the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint…this is the Greatest Show on Earth…

Gasp at feats of the acrobats….be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower…this is Barnun…the traveling show…with a gypsy fortune teller…the exotic rubber woman…this is magic and mystery…Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill…performing ponies and dancing bears…excitement, thrills and spills…the experience of a lifetime…watch the parade of dwarves…visit the freak show…gawp at the bearded lady…the tattooed lady…laugh at the tears of the clown…

The Cocoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s my first time writing a story involving bondage of any kind, please tell me if anything is wrong. Also openned to suggestions for the following part

It was the beginning of summer, and Ilia was watching through her window, anxiously waiting for her package to arrive. It had all started about 6 months ago, You see, Ilia had a Bondage fetish, she loved everything about being wrapped up in leather, latex or even just bound by ropes, sadly she had yet to find someone that shared her enthusiasm for it, so she lived alone on the house her parents left to her before they passed away. It was a nice house in the suburbs, the neighbors were really quiet and never actually made contact with her, she thought maybe they had something against her, since she worked as a ’entertainer’ at a club downtown, since she looked amazing,(having blonde hair and DD cups, accompanied by a very well endowed ass) and the people in the suburbs don’t really find those acts very…elegant.

The Coincidence

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The College Coed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Sarah and I am an art major in my third year in college with my boyfriend that is also an art major but in photography. I stand 5’ 6” with C-size breast; brunette hair at upper back length, my figure is slim and very sexy. I thoroughly enjoy standing in front of my full length mirror admiring my sexy curves and smooth skin. I also am the captain of the volleyball team, swim team and cheerleader for most of the other sports I am not involved with. My first experience with bondage came with my last boyfriend that became a complete jack ass and left me for some dyke. That’s neither here nor there. This is about that bondage desire and need that I was too nervous to tell me current boy friend about until…

The Convention

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a fairly lengthy story I have been working on. The story itself serves as the introduction to the first character of what I hope to develop into a small series of stories. Having now taken a short break after writing 28 chapters, I am reading back and questioning some of my decisions. Because of this I have decided to post the first nine chapters, the ones I am happiest with, and solicit any suggestions or advice for where readers think the story (or series) should go, or improvements to what I have. Please comment or e-mail me your suggestions. Enjoy!

The Coven

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is one of the most intense stories I’ve written, for me it toys how far I’m comfortable going. I like safe fantasies and couples trying sex games! Despite being completely consensual playing with a slave’s mind seems much more intense than some simple BDSM… give it a read and see what you think!

It had been fifteen years since I’d first seen her. Of course time passed differently for vampires, an immortal lifespan gave you a different perspective on a few decades but for her the time would have been an eternity. I could sense the anticipation in the room my two valets eager to see the result of their work, my wives intrigued to meet the new member of their ranks and of course myself. I’d paid her little mind over the past decade and a half as she lay entombed beneath my mansion but now she was ready to join him I recalled when we’d first met.

The Curator

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best.

_Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.*

The Dancer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft.

_Update (10/28/11):* Enjoying this so far, hope you do also.

Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.*

Chapter 1 - New Purchase

Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley.

The Day!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As usual, this is fiction. It is 1rst person because, well, that is the view point character. “I” gets capitalized if it begins a sentence. Oh, if you read this on another site, good eyes. I’m the author that submitted it there.:) The bondage is almost secondary to the power exchange.

i await her. The damn Chastity Device is off and i’m rock hard but these restraints mean i can’t do anything about that. She knows it. She loves the irony. She loves my suffering. i love her for loving my suffering.

The Descent

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry about formatting, I actually typed this up on my phone during a particularly boring lecture.

I was blindfolded. On my knees with my hands bound behind my back, tied on a short rope to some hook that was sunk into the cold concrete floor just behind my ass. I had been in this stuck here for probably half an hour, but it felt like much longer. The ball gag had been thrust into my mouth roughly ten minutes ago. My heart has been pounding ever since, and it missed a beat when I heard her heels clicking on the floor.

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I wish I wasn’t so stressed,” she said. She had already said it multiple times that night. I could understand why; finals were coming right up. Tomorrow was her French exam, and I was helping her cram as her part-time “tutor”. It’s something I did completely for free, save for some free beer she always seemed to have on hand; I was always a sucker for pretty women.

Jillian, the girl I was tutoring, is a fourth-year student in her last semester of university (a year higher than I). She was of both Irish and Chinese heritage; she had an Asian face and body-type as she was quite skinny. Her breasts were the kind that some people would describe as “smaller but more natural”-looking. They weren’t tiny, but they weren’t anywhere near huge. When taking her tiny frame into consideration however, it really came into proportion. She had a nice body. Her Irish blood was evident in her red hair, which ran straight down just past her shoulders. Her skin was also very fair, although I don’t know if that’s either from her Irish genetics or the odd Chinese compulsion to keep skin as white as possible. Personally I think it’s (and hope for) the formal, I could always be wrong.

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Dinner Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: sorta a rough draft , created from a erotic poem I wrote

Here I am bound bent over a coffee table. I have been this way for hours. Ever since the dinner party turned into a night of entertainment. My Dominus bound me here for her friends to use as they see fit. My lingerie is torn, my ass is red from multiple spankings, I have been fucked so many times by strap-on and the real thing I have lost count. My jaw aches from all the cock and all pussy I have pleased. The whole time I have been locked in my chastity belt. Denied an orgasm or even the right to be turned on by current state.

The Display Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “it is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.”

Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist.

The Doctors' Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The doctor’s office called and said they could fit me in for my physical that day. I thought nothing of it until the nurse told me to strip and that the doctor would be in to see me in a moment. I was locked in a chastity device.

I was a chastity devotee, loved wearing cock-locking toys, loved being forced to wear them, and in between relationships, as I was then, I hired an on-line keyholder to administer my chastity. I had an emergency key, but it was at home. I was so used to wearing the chastity device, suffering the pain of denied erections, that I’d left the house without even thinking.

The Dominant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

The Dream of the End

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young biker, not completely on the right side of the law, finds an unbelievable situation in the wheatfields of Kansas.

“Some people worry about The End of the Dream. All I cared about was the Dream of the End.” Anonymous - WWII concentration camp survivor.

I had been an outdoors type all my life. Given any set of mountains or wilderness, I could survive most comfortably with just a knife as a tool. Some of that was learned in childhood in the wilds of West Virginia, the rest with the Special Forces in the US Army.

The Escort

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Her name was Nancy Wade; she had to be in her earlier 30’s, auburn hair about six feet tall, quite a beautiful woman that had aspirations for becoming actress when she had moved to the Los Angeles area in her 20’s.

But after so many rejections and the small parts that she was able to get in television she decided to give it up. As so many women before her she had the looks but didn’t have the talent to really make it as a star.

The Experiment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated.

Chapter I - The Prep

The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects.

The Extended Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback!

Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest.

The Fall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it. Remember, I live for your feedback, so even if you hate it, let me know. Jenny xxx

_Update (10/19/11):* Hope people are still enjoying this - lack of recent comments is a bit discuraging. If you’re still interested, please let me know. If not, I’ll work on other stuff.*

Update (11/13/11): Thanks for the feedback, glad people are enjoying it. I think you’ll like this bit :-) As always, please comment to encourage me to write more. Jenny xxx

The Fax

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She lay motionless, listening, trying to sense if the small noise she heard was the door. Her mind was racing, had she forgotten to lock the door, was this one of her greatest fears? This all started with that FAX. He had called her at the office this morning and told her she had better get to the FAX machine before anyone else and hung up; she immediately knew why and literally ran (which wasn’t easy in 4’’ high heels) across the office. The machine had already churned out one page and continued to print. Three handwritten pages finally were printed before the machine stopped. Vicki the office busy body and resident bitch walked up to her coffee in hand and said, ‘’that must be an important FAX; the way you busted your ass to get over here to pick it up.’’ Her mind raced quickly for an answer, yes, this was the information she had needed for three days to finish a project. She turned in her heels and walked away before the bitch could say another word.

The Fetish Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story I wrote on another site and did not get much feedback from. I think it has an interesting premise, it came to me from a dream I had and just had to write out the scenario. It could maybe use a bit of editing for the story structure but I would love to get some feedback to what the readers to the site think. Thank you for taking the time to read it.

The Final Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Possibly not as brutal or non consensual as some previous feedback has suggested is preferred on this site but hopefully some of you will like it none-the-less. This story is all about consensual so if you are looking for rape/kidnapping/forced enslavement then don’t waste your time on this. If you like tight bondage, consensual BDSM and realistic predicaments then please read on and enjoy…

As the loop tighten it was only the gag that stopped her fully voicing the sharp pain that shot through her trapped nipple. The gag in question was more demanding than any other Jenna had experienced - the larger than normal ring gag took effort to force behind her teeth, the leather strap around her head a formality as she would not be able to dislodge her oral intruder without her hands, and they were soon to be denied her. To make the gag more effective her tongue was pulled through the ring and held in place by a 6" stick top and bottom, joined each end by cable ties pulled tight enough to stop any chance of her escaping. Apart from drool, the only thing that was coming out of her mouth was unintelligible mumbles - nothing to disturb the neighbours.

The Fire Within

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired.

The Five Foot Spreader-bar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self bondage can be dangerous so please be aware of this fact. Please do not try to imitate the scene.

A few weeks ago Peter measured, cut, sanded and made me a lovely long spreader bar for me to play with. It’s a thick wooden dowel rod five feet long with screw eyes in the ends and one in the centre of the bar. He painted it black for me and it has been drying in the garage all week, ready for me to play with. Now this spreader bar is only four to five inches smaller than me. So it would be a challenge how I was going to use it.

The Forgetful Sleep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Greg’s front door was made of thick patterned glass that broke up the light, making it difficult to tell what was on the other side; but when Mandy rang the doorbell she noticed a splotch of tan color moving and knew someone had been kneeling in the foyer on the other side of the door. Obviously, Greg had tasked one of his slaves with waiting for her arrival.

It was almost enough to make Mandy feel guilty for being so late-but not quite.

The Frustration Factor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Meter Level One - Establishing A Base Line!

As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom.

The Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

He hadn’t really wanted to play this new game and anyway the two women were being very secretive as to what it really involved. Brad was sitting in the back of the car with Emma and Victoria in the front. Both women were in their mid-twenties, both slim and attractive and both in the aerobics class that Brad took each Friday evening. Victoria was wearing a pair of well fitting blue jeans and blouse; Emma was more casual in tight denim shorts and a t-shirt. Having had no plans for that evening, Brad agreed to spend the evening with them.

The Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is evolving and will be added to, an exciting time for Lana finding what she has always been looking for

Chapter 1

It is that time of year again, you know the time of year when one is supposed to think of others and give of themselves all in the name of Christmas? Well, that is all fine and dandy but being an adult now, gifting is a little different. Too many choices, too many options, always trying to find that one thing that separates you from the others, especially in a work environment as a secret Santa.

The Gift Certificate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Comments very welcome

Part 1

He typed in the address of the site on the gift certificate that he found when clearing out his late uncle Tom’s belongings. There had been quite a few really interesting things to keep, and as a poor student he could use things others wouldn’t be all that interested in, of course. His mother had given him free reign anyway, since it saved her a long trip from Dallas to San Francisco, and he was only half a day away, north of LA. She had not been very close to her younger brother, but his death at a young age when driving off a coastal cliff in his new Porsche convertible had nevertheless been quite a shock. Best of it for him, when clearing his uncle’s condo out had been finding a two year old Chevrolet Tahoe. It was slightly dented, but still, a vast improvement on the 14 year old Honda Civic with the airco kaputt. Yet he even got $200 for it selling his old banger on the spot. It had been a matter of loading the stuff he had wanted to keep, and getting the rest to the dump. A U-haul trailer had been needed though. The condo had been put on the market now, and the proceeds would be going to his mother, obviously.

The Gingerbread House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment.

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this 3 part sci-fi spoof we go back to the 1960s, when the forces of UNCLE (The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) were battling the evil THRUSH Organization. Our heroine, April Dancer, was recruited by UNCLE right after college. In Part 1, April goes through a rigorous 90 day probationary training period, which included the UNCLE Torture Chair Test and a water torture test. When she passes, April enthusiastically participates in UNCLE’s bizarre recreational sex program. In Part 2, April takes part in UNCLE’s Field Exercises. She is captured and tortured by members of a lesbian women’s team. After the field exercises conclude, April and her friends are kept for nearly 24 hours and forced to play lesbian bondage sex games. In part 3, April and her best friend double cross 2 of the lesbian women and trick them into a night of heterosexual bondage sex. April must endure THRUSH’s latest weapon, The Fucking Machine! Finally, April becomes a hit in UNCLE’s Playroom.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.: The Dog Gone Affair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE’s secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly’s office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece’s mainland. A few of UNCLE’s native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

The Girl in the Window

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julie closed her eyes and climaxed again. She hoped she could hold back the screams of satisfaction and despair that welled within her throat.

She thought that maybe this time, their bondage game had gone too far. She looked out over the city that spread out before her and moaned into her gag.

“Damn him,” she thought, “he’s really fixed me but good this time!”

And, indeed, Mark had fixed Julie but good this time.

The Halloween Mummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Will you marry me?”

“Perhaps. But you haven’t met my mother yet, and I want to see what she says before I decide,” replied Destiny.

“You need your mother’s approval?” asked Daniel in surprise.

“No I don’t need it, but I want it,”.

“When can we see her?”

“All in good time.” She kissed him then continued, “We aren’t in any hurry are we?”

“No, I suppose not, but I love you and want to marry you.”

The Halo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/02): In the previous episode my fiancee, Angel had made me shop lingerie. It turned out she intended me to wear the panties. Despite having four leather cuffs secured with super glue and a chain hanging padlocked from my left ankle I managed to get the upper hand. Now I’m pushing Angel towards our basement torture dungeon to deliver a good old spanking.

Part 1

We had been living together for almost a year and I had never heard my fiancee use the F-word. Obviously my suggestion had shocked her.

The Helpless Mummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

The Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The Holiday Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman and her ‘man’ spend their first Christmas Eve together

As she settled into the backseat of the cab for her ride home, after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female coworkers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed, since they had moved in together ten months earlier, and she didn’t quite know how to react. After a surprising number of gentle pleadings on his part, in a moment of unusual weakness, she had finally acquiesced in allowing him to decorate the apartment in a holiday spirit, and then prepare a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast for them. She had been adamant, however, that any and all such preparations would be limited to this one day, so Reed had taken the whole day off from work, to be able to get everything prepared for his special celebration.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it.

Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop

My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The House John Built

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nothing is quite as it seems but adults consent to non-consent to be happy at times. This is such a story.

Chapter 1 - The

She had arrived on time for once. He had told her tonight was special and to make herself beautiful. Well, he had told her how to make herself beautiful for him. He had told her which shoes, which dress, which underwear and how the hair and make up should be. It was what he liked her to be for him, a sophisticated slut. A prize to show off. She loved being that for him.

The Impossible Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He was alone in a carpeted room. White walls, no windows, a single door directly ahead of the chair to which he was bound, a chair that itself had been bolted to the floor. He was naked, apart from the six strap suspender belt and sheer 10 denier black nylons she had cajoled him into donning. His erection was a bar of lead pointing up towards the single white light bulb over head. His wrists were securely behind his back, reams of rope subduing him, the same coil also securing the wrists to the chair itself. His ankles were lashed to each chair leg, and his knees were secured also. More rope was taut around his torso, keeping him securely in place. Last, a two inch ball gag with chin strap. She had forced it deep into his mouth and the buckle bit into the back of his head, whilst the chin strap was so tight that his mouth was forced down around the ball. She had taken particular delight in applying it, moments after a long lingering kiss that had left him wanting so much more. That had been two hours ago; in the interim he had heard her running a bath, soft music a gentle background embrace. One or twice he had heard her on the phone to friends, discussing the normal and the mundane, no indication as to what she done to her husband. Tonight was the culmination of several months since he had learned of her love of bondage and control. To her it was about the visual and the psychological. She had opened up and spoken at length about the sense of empowerment she experienced when he gave himself over to her. For his part she was the answer to every fantasy he had ever dared flirt with, a living manifestation of a women he feared would only exist in his mind. Only he had been wrong; she was the dominatrix he had longed for during those years alone.

The Internet Auction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Only £200 for a bondage slave? Steve looked at the auction item on the web site! They can’t be serious. It must be a mistake. They can’t sell slaves over the Internet. Mind you, anything is possible these days. You read of far too much going on where people have been auctioned off, but that is usually some fantasy story the papers make up to sell their papers surely? But the reserve price had not been met yet! There was still another 2 days to go before the auction ended. It must be a misprint. Probably an original erotic painting or something! But the £200 had been there for the last 5 days.

The Interview

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had taken some months, but I had finally narrowed the choices to just three. Number three-her name is Jane-waited quietly in the small waiting room outside, as I watched her through the wall-mounted camera.

“So far, so good,” I thought. No fidgeting, no little noises even though her restraints must be becoming painful. She had arrived at the small and secluded temporary rental I had selected for anonymity and for proximity to the city center where most of my slave-candidates seemed to come from. She had been picked up outside a coffee shop by a limo service and brought to the unobtrusive front door of the rental house on a pleasant quiet street. She had been told to ring the bell and then enter directly, which she did without hesitation. Once she entered, I used the microphone from a separate room to tell her to shut the door firmly, and turn the lock. I looked her over again. A very, very attractive lady, early 30’s, tastefully dressed, carrying a small bag. Nice make up and dark hair long to her shoulders. Everything very clean, classy, and tasteful. I felt just the tip of desire as I looked her over. About 5'7, full but not sloppy breasts, well shaped legs with well exercised calves helped by 3 inch high heels. My kind of woman, which is to say my kind of submissive.

The Interview (2018)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An updated and extended version of a story from 2017…

Part 1

Will Jackson sat in the black Lincoln Town car pulling up to the posh brownstone on the Upper East Side and thought back to how he’d arrived at this moment.

“Sandra, I’m really tired of dead-end relationships,’ he’d said to his former girlfriend over drinks a few weeks earlier. “I know we couldn’t make it work, but every time I open up to a woman it seems she can’t get away fast enough. I make good money, I’m not quite 40 and I’m really fit. I want to be with someone who’s smart and creative and emotionally present and at least as kinky as I am. Isn’t there anyone out there for me?”

The Kennels

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

When Kate and Brad had seen the house, the cellar had been the selling point. When looking around the house they had opened a heavy door and gone down a flight of stairs into a typical looking basement, apart from the fact that just behind the stairs there was a heavy barred door and a few steps behind this door what could only be described as a jail cell. The cell was about 10 foot square, solid stonewalls on three sides and bars at the front, and the ceiling was an old heavy brick arch.

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A group of friends discover a chest full of very adults toys and clothing. What lurks inside will unlock their inhibitions, allow them to explore their desires and ultimately change their relationship for ever.

Notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote, I didn’t think it was that good and was reticent about publishing it. There is a partly written 2nd chapter which I may release depending on its reception. There are many ideas and concepts within this that appear in my later works.

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: A Conversation

“Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language.

The Keyhole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“It’s awfully heavy isn’t it?”

Sir Howard sighed. “Yes, the intention was to make the wearer continuously aware of its presence.”

“It looks awfully old.”

“Not really,” Sir Howard replied. “Only about 200 years.”

He was thinking of the difference between the English and American concepts of age when Priscilla spoke again.

“It’s very pretty.”

“Yes those old craftsmen decorated all their objects. They abhorred a plain surface. Besides, this was intended to be worn by a woman. But the silver and gold decoration you see was done in an earlier style.”

The Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I stir as the sun rises, shining through the slightly parted curtains of our bedroom. Feeling your tender bottom pressed against mine in the bed we share I smile knowing you didn’t get up through the night. I smile as I roll over and look at your body held firmly by the heavy rubber cat suit that you were shoehorned into the night before. Knowing you probably haven’t slept much I stroke your thigh with my hand as you lay there and I hear you moan. I run my hand between your thighs and feel a slight vibration, smiling to myself knowing you had no sleep at all. I look to your pretty face and see it hidden from my view by a heavy rubber hood with no eyes, remembering I pushed a large gag into your mouth before I locked the hood around your head so you wouldn’t disturb my rest. The collar around your neck locked over the collar of the hood so making it non removable. I run my hands up your shoulders feeling how tightly the strong leather arm binder has pulled them together at the back, and also feeling for the strap that pulled your bound feet in the highest heels imaginable up to your wrists securing you in place for the night. I feel you squirm slightly as what must be a very constrained orgasm rides through you as you can barely breathe. The corset you have on under the suit makes your breathing short and sweet and more than once through the night you have been on the verge of losing consciousness. Realising I am awake you try to moan through your gag and writhe through your bonds to be close to me and hold me but the strain finally takes your breath and your breath and reality leaves you.

The Kidnapping of Jennifer and Dan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!!

The Letter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Sandra was a girl who was full of life, never a dull moment but not always at 100 miles an hour. She could party with the best yes but she also liked to push the temperature up in the bedroom as well.

I first met Sandra when I booked a dental appointment. I was having some pain with a tooth so thought I would go and get a quick filling and that would be that. I got a late appointment due to a cancellation but when my name was called I went through to the surgery expecting Mr Wilson to be waiting but instead there was Sandra. She looked very sexy in her ‘scrubs’ like outfit and after she had introduced herself and her assistant Liz, I climbed into the chair for my examination. Sandra had short dark hair and ample breasts. She looked as though she visited the gym on a regular basis and as you would expect she had a take me to bed smile, with just perfect film star teeth.

The Lions Mouth

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The drive through the late October countryside was singularly dreary. The rain had started as Olivia left her London motel room and it seemed to thicken the further she drove into the rural fields of the south. She had her maps and the excellent sense of direction a former military career had given her, but the numerous narrow lanes and unmarked roads gave even a seasoned map-reader like her seem navigationally challenged.

The Lock Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I don’t know why I agreed to this” Brad asked himself out loud as they parked the car and walked up to the front of the building.

“Because you want to show me how much you love me and trust me and so I can be sure that you don’t misbehave while I’m at Claire’s hen weekend” Kate reminded him.

Kate rang the bell discretely labeled ‘Lock Up Inc.’ and waited for a reply.

The Locking Jumpsuit Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this is a work of fiction, it is rooted in fact. There are jumpsuits designed for people who tend to undress at inappropriate times. There are prison jumpsuits that lock on. There are hospitals and psychiatric units attempting to give dementia patients a better outcome by incorporating new ideas into their treatment plans. I am not attempting to make fun of anyone who has dementia or any one of the hundreds of variations of the disease, or any other psychiatric disorder. I have great empathy for those individuals and their families who struggle every day to maintain some semblance of normality. Additionally, it is well known that people who are incarcerated for long periods of time are at increased risk of dementia and Alzheimers. I have no idea if people in the courts are considering anything like this to help prisoners with dementia, but I hope programs in place are actually working. This is a work of fiction. Please do not think of it as anything but fiction.

The Long Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to comment below.

My slave, Ai was kneeling in front of me, facing the corner, naked of course, ankles crossed, and hands behind her neck, wearing a collar, and leather wrist and ankle restraints, which was her standard slave “uniform”. It was the one year anniversary of our first bondage session. And tonight I had special plans for her - very special plans indeed.

The Long Way Down

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Note: Dedicated to those who like secure straitjackets and powerful women. Derivative works and sequels are welcomed, but please acknowledge this work.

Chapter One

As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong.

Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind.

And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem.

The Loving Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty.

So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/

Chapter 1 - Prolog

My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?”

The Machine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Diana checked the clock as she moved the Sybian device into position. Plenty of time. Her part-time job left her frequent free afternoons, and she intended to get the most out of this one. She had already undressed, and was finishing her set-up clad only in the leather straps of an upper body harness. She had already put the bondage platform in middle of their large living room floor, and she set the Sybian carefully on top of it.

The Machine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It had arrived by truck that morning. The delivery men had struggled to lift the crate off the truck and get it onto the moving trolley. After considerable effort they managed to move it into the space provided in the garage. After the movers had left, she looked at it and opened the attached envelope. It read:

“Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X”

The Male BDSM Menu

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

My wife’s eight years younger than I am so you could say I was a cradle robber but we’ve been in love since we met in our twenties. Paula’s introduction into bondage had started while we dating. I had brought it up in conversation and as the interest grew had shown her my small collection of toys and magazines. Most of the magazines were geared towards the female persuasion which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time she helped craft several of her bondage sessions we did from the pictures within. I also had several magazines with women dominating their male subs with all types of torture including cbt, spanking; sucking the proffered dildo and driving home. For many years bondage was a mutual thing between us; with her playing the sub much more often than dominate because she doesn’t share my desire to be a dominate mistress. For her the real turn on was the unexpected twist of those very sensitive parts. I enjoyed building her to multiple orgasms with toys or my cunning tongue then completing the task by driving home “the real thing” as she says while she was very immobile and out of control; something I enjoy as well. Over the course of time however things changed as they always do. She still enjoys our making love with all its passion in the moment but her desire for the bondage play has dampened time and “the change” which leaves me to the off moment when she’s gone and all’s quite at home. When I play alone she’d normally make checks on me for safety reasons and the occasional ass slap or ride.

The Male Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I take off my glasses and rub my eyes, looking away from the computer monitor in an attempt to dispel the beginnings of a headache. The clock on my wall says it is too late to be studying. I smile, turning on my swivel chair to look down the length of my very small, very narrow, very cramped (but en-suite) university room. I had arrived at university with the intention of going wild and breaking from my boring tradition of being a good girl, of doing my homework the night it is set, but have somehow slipped into my old ways without realising it. I curse myself and get to my feet, wondering what the rest of the campus was doing on this warm Thursday evening.

The Meaning of Desperation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I read all comments.

If she could have spoken she would be berating herself, loudly. The thick rubber phallus filling her mouth stopped almost any sound, and it was held in place by the stretchy vinyl hood that covered everything but her nose and eyes, her long blonde hair poking through a hole in the back. The most noise she could make was an exasperated huff. Carrie’s thoughts were a blur, as they usually were for the first half hour or so after her tormentor finished with her, but one kept coming to the surface. Why do I keep letting her do this to me?

The Mermaid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not sure when I had this idea, I’m even sure how good it is. There seems a lot less sex, bondage and orgasms that I’d normally put in my stories but I think something about the situation is quite erotic.

I’d be very interested to know what you think and if you have any other ideas for these entertainers. As it is I’m not planning a Part 2, however if the response is good I may be persuaded to continue!

The Mother-in-Law Popped in for Coffee

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

Now on to the story . . . .

Part One

It was 6:30 and Peter had stepped out of the shower just after me. He came up behind me and put his arms around me to give me a cuddle as I was drying off. He started stroking at my breasts playing with my nipples so I reached behind him parting the towel around his waist and started stroking his cock.

The New Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mark Jennings thought he had it made. He was very successful in Business. He was never had problems securing a date from some of the most attractive women in the city.

The only thing missing was the trophy wife.

Sure, when he needed an escort to a formal business function there was no shortage of women who were willing to accompany him to such functions. The problem was what happened when they opened their mouth.

The New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always I enjoy any and all comments.

“So, you think you’d like the position I’m offering?”

I was standing in a trendy bar next to a high table late on a Sunday evening. There were plenty of seats, but I didn’t dare hop on the stool. On the phone she’d told me to dress as erotically as I could, and that the offer depended on her being impressed. So there I stood, in a body stocking covered by a leather over-bust corset that laced in back, long black gloves and a latex miniskirt that just was not willing to cover my rear, let alone allow me to sit down.

The New Sub-Contractor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My beautiful wife and I are renovating our house by the lake. To save money at first, my wife did the work herself but, it cost a lot to finish the jobs. Then she hired the trades and that cost even more because with extra workers, she could do what seemed like endless additional jobs.

I came home the other night to a new twist to an old renovation idea. My wife wanted to hire a general contractor who could hire even more expensive trades and do even more and more jobs. All she really wanted was to remove the roof from the house and replace it with the one my wife said that she “always really wanted” and it will take only 8 working days and a lot of money. Needless to say I said “No way!” I would be working like a slave to this construction job and I couldn’t see any reason to give in….

The Next Step

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ll admit that I stole the idea for the basic setup from someone else’s story. Unfortunately, I can’t recall what story it was, so I can’t credit that author directly. I liked the idea, but I wanted to take it in a rather different direction, with the results below.

I think of this as a story with bondage, rather than bondage with a bit of story added. If you are looking for long lists of intricate binding, each more elaborate than the previous, this isn’t it.

The North Pole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Finally, the holiday rush showed signs of slowing down. The crowd seems thinner and would soon heed Donna’s announcement, “thank you for shopping at Zak’s Third Avenue Department Store, the store will be closing in ten minutes.”

Donna sighs and looks at her watch for the thousandth time wondering why oh why do these people have to put off their shopping until midnight of December 22nd.

The Object of His Affection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wouldn’t exactly call myself a writer of erotic fiction, preferring to engage in lighter fair. However, there are times, late at night, when a particularly odd idea will formulate in my head. These are those odd ideas come to light. Mostly, my tales will tilt towards the erotic horror, the story twisting somewhere dark in the final chapters. Though, I will admit to the romantic. Occasionally I go there and put forth something with more substance and emotion.

The Only Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The new girl who had moved into the house-share fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and was always well dressed, although usually in casual attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys. Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings with her and the other two housemates, Kate still didn’t know much about her – there was a certain attractive mystery surrounding her.

The Only Part She Liked

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a slightly shorter, but more extreme, version of the story posted on boundanna.com.

Part 1: The Stocks

Please don’t stop," Jazmin cried. “I’m almost there.”

“I’m sorry Honey, I’m done,” Viktor replied, withdrawing his penis from his wife’s vagina.

“Please Viktor, just a couple more thrusts.”

“Honey, you don’t understand, when we men have shot our load we go soft. We’re done; there’s nothing we can do about it.”

The Origin Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Diary Entry: 29 May 2046

As she often does, Miss has given me a writing assignment to commemorate a significant passage of time. This coming week, on 31 May 2046, I mark my 48th birthday though this is not the significant date in question. Rather, I also mark 30 years in service to Miss, something that began on my 18th birthday three decades ago. She has asked me to write my origin story, such as it is.

The Packing Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I had been working at 4th Plastics for about 2 weeks before I had my life changed forever by Alan. I had just recently moved to town and 4th Plastics was looking for a computer programmer to update their system. I took the job and started working a couple of days later. A few days after I started, when I was on break, a nice looking guy came into the break room. He was about 6-foot tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Since I was the only one in the room he sat down across the table from me.

The Party Discovery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Emma and Kate were excited about being invited to the party. Lauren was a top model, very wealthy and had a reputation for hosting the best parties. She lived in a huge Victorian Terrace house in a fashionable part of London.

The women arrived and were soon into the party atmosphere. Champagne seemed to be running freely not to mention the other substances on offer. Soon after midnight, the friends were standing in the hallway. “Hey this must be the way down to Lauren’s famous champagne cellar” Emma said as she pushed open a door to reveal steps leading down to the basement.

The Penalty Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

The Perfect Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: True Story, first of many

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real.

I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time.

Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived.

I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality.

The Picnic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: An Innocent Outing

It was the last Sunday in April. My Japanese wife, Ai, stood naked in our bedroom. She held two bikinis in her hands and asked which one I liked best. I pretended to consider my response and after an appropriate pause said, “How about the cream one? It really matches your skin, if fact, it looks just like your skin.” She smiled and said, “OK. If it’ll make you happy.” “Oh, I think it’ll make everyone happy,” I replied cryptically.

The Pink Strait Jacket

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I really like these two. I hope there is a demand for more of this storyline because, frankly, I want to see what happens next.

CHAPTER ONE

He had forgotten the tickets! So they had to hurry through their dinner and drive back to his place in a car whose heater didn’t heat. Alice fumed in the front hall as Henry rushed around his house searching for the passes.

The Poker Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was written for someone on fetlife hence the perspective but ended up being significantly longer than I thought it would be so posting it on here as well. Already have plans on how I will continue this with at least another 3-4 parts so hope all enjoy.

Part 1

Just after midday your phone buzzes, the unexpected message tells you that something will be delivered shortly, that you are to wear it and be ready for 5pm. The next hour seems to pass slower than a full day as your brain runs in circles trying to deduce what the package could contain. You try and distract yourself with tv and your phone but it’s hopeless. Your mind has made you a prisoner to the unknown cardboard boxes. Finally there is a knock at the door and you rush to collect the collection of boxes. Opening the largest first, you see inside the folds of black material, with just the subtlest hint of shine to it. You pull out what you now realise is a dress. Holding it in front of yourself and examining it in the mirror you see that it’ll leave your shoulders bare and give a fair view of your cleavage, it’s short but not slutty short, ending half way down your thigh. The beautiful tight material will make you look sexy but classy, the other 2 boxes contain high black heels and a set of delicate but intricate panties, black and sliver straps wound together to circle between your legs and around you. The final small box you open slowly savouring the last moment of wild guessing as to its content. The lid lifts to reveal 2 red silicone balls the size of ping pong balls, a seconds confusion is removed as you recognise the marketing leaflet inside the box as one from a high end sex shop. Your confusion is quickly replaced with a hot blush as you know they will be inside you for the evening.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Pony Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Amber creates a ponygirl outfit to wear to a fetish night club. This leads her into contact and under the control of a strange powerful woman. How far can this relationship go? How much will be too much for Amber?

Amber looked at herself in the mirror. She almost could not believe what she was seeing. Her ponygirl outfit was striking. She shivered. She had always loved all things equine although her experience with actual horses was very limited. She was not wealthy. And such things were more available to the more privileged class. That did not include Amber.

The Price Of Fantasy (The Chastity Diaper 2)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Domina here! Now, this is a story I’d been wanting to write for a long while, and finally got around to doing it justice! You see, there’s another story here on GaggedUtopia called The Chasity Diaper by Jakie Fox. It always spoke to me deeply, but there was so much about the story itself that didn’t resonate with me that made me just want to rewrite it. In addition, someone had commenting asking if anyone out there would take up the mantle and continue the story. So I’m doing both! This story can be treated as a self-contained experience, or, if you want more, later you’ll be able to follow this poor character’s life in a branching story! I don’t have the logistics worked out quite yet, but depending on how much y’all love this piece, hopefully we’ll see it soon. <3

The Princess and Her 7 Masters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will be darker than my previous stories, but everything will work out in the end.

And if you wonder what modern BDSM items are doing in a story with a medieval setting, don’t. Just relax and enjoy the hotness of it.

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

Princess Serena sighed as she stood after mopping the castle steps. She wiped the sweat off her brow and went to the pond to wash off her face and hands. The face looking back at her was covered with dirt and sweat. When she’d wiped it off, she saw skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood, highlighted by hair as black as night (even though it needed washing).

The Pro-Form 9000 Treadmill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Many thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

This story is a sequel to The Gym, though it could be read on its own.

You’ll notice a distinct similarity to Susan’s Exercise Bike, posted by Green Particle quite recently. I swear this is not just blatant plot plagiarism. I wrote the entire story and sent it to Bethany for editing before Green’s story was posted - you can verify with her if you want! I was a little dismayed to see that my idea would not longer be original, but then figured, hey, great minds think alike. Green Particle - keep up the good work!

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Claire was a sight to behold. Bright blue eyes radiated from her tan face, framed by honey-blonde hair that went past her shoulders. Her shoulders were bare, as were most of her bosom and her entire back. A flimsy layer of shiny, silk-like material seemed to cover her nipples, seemingly floating along just in front of them. It hid little; just enough to be tantalizing.

The slinky, shiny material seemed to cling to the underside of her boobs and flow down her front, often sticking to her toned belly. A belly chain sat just on top of her hips, circling the outside of the silky fabric as it flowed down past her hips. Below the waist, Claire wore a flirty skirt that seemed on the virge of riding up in front, and showed tiny glimpses of her amazing ass in the back. Starting just a couple inches below that, her stiff black boots ran down to her feet, perfectly molding her thighs, calves, ankles, and feet into the sexiest shape possible. They were so stiff that she couldn’t bend her ankles or knees, and this caused her to sway her hips more and take more steps, swinging her lovely chest and beautiful ass that much more.

The Real Deal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I know lots of authors say this, and no one ever believes them, but this is a (mostly) accurate account of a real scene I recently did. You can believe me or not, that doesn’t change the fact that it really happened.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-six.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-seven.

Breathe in, breathe out - ninety-eight.

Breathe in, breathe out - oh, god, please. Ninety-nine.

The Replacement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)!

Chapter 1

Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound.

The Ring

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: [word by author: this is my longest story creation to date, some 80% was written in the 2003-2005 timeframe, then it stuttered or was overtaken by other stories.

The original spark of inspiration came from my wife, who asked for a story “with a bit more action this time, please”. If this is not enough action, I don’t know what is ;-).

The reboot some 3 years ago got new steam when I “found the ancient civilisation” and why they made these toys. Overall I am quite pleased with the range of situations and encounters Burt gets to enjoy.

The School Project

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I let my fantasy’s and desires guide me as this story played out almost by itself.

When you look at the story codes you’d think that I was really into some sort of really perverted medical play.

That really couldn’t be farther from the truth.

This story really isn’t about perverted, or any other kind of medical play; it’s about what happened to me beginning with that fateful Thursday afternoon.

The Sensual Academy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a minor offshoot of The Hotel. This story will stand alone, but will have more context if The Hotel is read first.

Prelude

My name is Fatimah bint Mahmoud bin Abdulaziz Al-Fulan - my Master calls me Teema. I was his ward until I reached my twentieth birthday. The reason that I actually reached that date, is due to his kindness in keeping me safe from a certain set of relatives in my native country. My parents were fairly important government employees in the foreign service, and we spent most of our lives living in some embassy somewhere in the world. During that time, I picked up fluency in almost a dozen languages.

The Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door.

The Service Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true.

It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her.

The Shelter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Where do I start? … well, my name is Helen and I work as a Bond trader for a US investment bank in Canary Wharf. From losing my virginity at 15 I’ve always been promiscuous, my early years spent discovering the joys (or sometimes not) of teenage sex. At 22 I was introduced to bondage by a boyfriend’s father. To this day I’m not sure whether the incident was planned or a genuine opportunistic event, but it changed my life forever.

The Shopping Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I don’t know about this” said my gorgeous wife Lynn, “I know I said I would like to spice up our sex life with some toys but I thought you would do the shopping for both of us”

“Sorry love, that’s not part of the deal” I said, “if we do this we do it all together”

“Okay then” she said, gulping with trepidation, “let’s get it over with”

After getting changed into loose fitting but comfortable clothes we set off to the sex shop that had opened up the previous week about ten miles from home. Just close enough to be convenient but far enough away to remove the risk of meeting anyone we knew.

The Sign In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Cindy and Tony walked through the park, hand in hand, sharing the concrete walkway with skateboarders, joggers, baby strollers and other couples. All were enjoying their beautiful sunny Sunday in Baxter Park.

They passed a lamp post. Tony glanced up. “That was so cool,” he sighed to himself.

“What was cool?” asked Cindy.

“Oh nothing. It was just a daydream I had.”

Cindy stopped and looked into Tony’s eyes. “I hate it when you do that. You got all this stuff going on in your mind and you keep it secret. This time I insist that you tell me what’s going on in your mind.”

The Slippery Slope

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There aren’t enough male on male stories. I know they are not popular but submitting to a man interests me so I have used some real experiences and some imagined in this story. If you are offended by anal sex then I am sorry. I felt it added something to the events I am about the describe. All comments welcome.

Chapter 1 - Online Training

I have been interested in bondage games for a long time. It all started when after a long marriage my ex-wife and I were looking for ways to spice up our love life. It was then that I realised that I enjoyed being tied up and controlled. When the divorce happened I was free to start my voyage of discovery. My first attempts were tentative but I did not get any enjoyment from self-bondage. What I wanted was to let myself go totally and let someone control me.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

The Speaker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First time writer. This is pure fantasy.

Amanda, a twenty something lady from Surrey, stepped out of the shower contained in her two bedroom house with determined thought, tonight was going to be the night to try out her latest invention. It was a beautiful warm summer Friday evening finishing yet another long week as a trainee at a local engineering firm she couldn’t wait for this free weekend to come.

The Spider and Her Fly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story ever! Much like my unlucky protagonist, I’m a 26 year old submissive male from Brooklyn. I’ve been reading BDSM stories most of my life and finally sat down to write one, please let me know what you think!

Part One: The Trap

Well this certainly throws a wrench into things, Mark thought. He had just found out that his roommate was moving in with his girlfriend, leaving him all alone in a Brooklyn apartment that he could no longer afford. He had only just moved to the city two months ago, after his girlfriend of three years had left him, and he was finally starting to attract some clients as a freelance web developer. Despite being educated and working all through college, he barely had two dollars to rub together after paying for food, rent, insurance, and student loans. Everything else he wound up spending on Vanessa, who seemed to be the only person capable of bringing a smile to his face at the moment.

The Story of Jon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE DOCTOR

The receptionist was a tall, large breasted African-American woman with long braided hair streaked with red and gold. She looked at me like she had never seen me before although this was my third visit to Dr. Weinstein.

“I have a 2 o’clock appointment,” I said.

“Your name?”

“Allen, Jon Allen.”

She looked at the computer screen on her desk, flicked a couple of keys before saying “Oh the sissy boy, she will see you at 3.”

The Story of Qiu Lian

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Qiu Lian knew she was different ever since she was little. She couldn’t understand what it was, but Qiu felt different from “normal” girls her age. Qiu tried to explore herself and her feelings in an attempt to understand why she felt this way, becoming a deep introvert. Inside her own world, she lived her life, always enjoying solitude over the ‘idiotic’ babbling of other kids her age. She had friends, friends that Qiu valued deeply, but Qiu distanced herself from the rest of her rural village, being content with her own thoughts.

The Strappado

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice.

The Street

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Again - this is from my own life. This is in fact my very first self bondage session. I apologize in advance if there are any spelling errors. Consider them part of the entertainment. “Wow. This silly Dane can’t even spell in English”.

English is my fourth language and I’m influenced by English and American through television and radio. Concentrate on the story - know that it from a real life experience and try to overlook the occasional errors.

The Summer Dress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is based on a true bondage session and therefore it is safe to say that any resemblance to a living person is entirely intentional.

You would never suspect it if you saw her at the shopping centre. She would probably seem to you like the soccer mum of the month. One could imagine her standing in front of the cooker while preparing a meal for her family consisting of a husband and the proverbial 2.3 children. The dog would be in the garden waiting to be fed after the family had finished their dinner. It’s not like she was bad looking, but she was surely not one you’d turn your head to look at if you passed her on the street.

The Sunshine Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little story that I whomped up to pass the time while at the mercy of the airline industry. About a girl who loves self bondage and collects equipment to satisfy her needs.

I have a tip for you girls who like toys - forget the boyfriends who are investment bankers, lifeguards or the like. All you get from them is money or big dicks. Get yourself an engineer.

The Super

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Aidan Matthews stepped out of the elevator to the underground garage below his apartment building and started walking towards his car. He heard his name.

“Aidan!” It was the superintendent of his building, Lauren Wells. She was walking towards him.

“Hi, Lauren,” said Aidan sheepishly, which was how he did most things.

“How is my sexy lil’ boy toy?” Lauren said, grabbing his shoulder.

Aidan did not object to the harassment - in fact, he loved it. He liked Lauren but lacked the wherewithal to do anything about it. Lauren loomed over him - literally standing several inches taller than him, even in her brown work boots. She wore jeans that were not tight, but not loose either, showing the curve of her legs. The black t-shirt she wore was tight, emphasizing her waist and showing breasts Aidan had to concentrate on not staring at. Over the t-shirt she wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Her wavy brown hair was kept under a Caterpillar ball cap, and her hazel eyes bore down on him, as if pinning a bug to a board.

The Surrogate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

The Switch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write from a male perspective, please be kind !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, it was always the subject for my masturbation sessions during puberty, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it.

The Sybian Duel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction -

Hi, my name is Katherine, but my friends call me Kat, NOT Kate, and not Katie, and not Kathy, but just Kat. I turned 18 about 6 months ago, and graduated from prep school a few weeks ago. I’m bored and as horny as Hell for a good sexual adventure, as are my other girl friends. I’m 5 feet 10" tall, 125 pounds, with a well toned athletic body and long long lean legs topped by 35" hips. a 22" waistline, and I wear a 36C bra. My hair is a long lustrous shiny dark red, and I usually style it to curl around my breasts in front, and deep green eyes. I have 3 other BFFs. We all live on the same block, and have been friends since elementary school or sooner. First is Meagan, who lives 2 doors east of me on the same side of the street. She is probably the most personable of our lot, standing at 5'8", about 120 pounds, long curly brunette hair, penetrating deep brown eyes, super legs, a waist as narrow as mine, flaring out to 34"-35" hips, and a 36B chest. The houses on our block are all 3 story monstrosities, on huge lots, with a basement, and servant’s quarters on the 3rd floor, and usually a built-in elevator.

The Time Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Donna knew she deserved her time out. She had no right to insult Rick’s mother the way she did. Not everyone had a talent for cooking. Just because Donna was a great chef didn’t mean that everyone was born with that gift. So when Rick’s mother stormed out of the house after Donna’s callous comment about her dry-as-sand meatloaf, Donna knew she was in trouble.

“Time Out!” yelled her angry husband, Rick. “Two hours!”

The Track

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come.

Part 1

Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him.

The Training of Tape-boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Berlin had always dreamed of dominating Kade and today was going to be the day that she did so. As she got out of the car and walked towards his garage, she was concious that her vest was pulled down low enough to show a little cleavage - just enough to arouse him.

Kade looked up as she came in. He grinned. She was so damn sexy that all he could ever think about was having sex with her. A lot of sex with her. He thrust out his chest; his open shirt falling back a little more to reveal more of his tanned torso. As she slunk up to him, he glanced at the little bit of cleavage that he could see. ‘Nice,’ he thought.

The Transfer of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you.

_Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!*

Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02)

Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away….

The Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage.

Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip.

The Trouble of Struggle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg).

Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong!

I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could.

The Twist of the Magi

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is submitted for the Winterfetish contest. I’ll be continuing it further even after the contest.

Chapter 1

“Wait, what?” Bonny wasn’t sure she had heard Ellie right.

“I said, I want to buy you, Bonny,” Ellie said matter-of-factly, leaning back into her plush sofa. She crossed her stockinged legs for Bonny to see, and hoped her placid face would not betray the thundering beat of her heart in her chest. Sitting in Ellie’s beautiful family room with Bonny across from her, Ellie felt like she was floating. She had said it, which was most of the battle, in her mind. It was an amazing thing to do, and Ellie felt a rush of sexual energy course through her. She just prayed her long history with Bonny would save their friendship if Bonny didn’t like the question.

The Ugly Duckling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. Please be kind.

English is my first language so grammar errors are my responsibility. However, be aware that for dramatic effect I have intentionally ignored certain sentence structure rules.

“Guilty!” reported the judge as she banged her gavel.

No! Can’t be. What? Were the first thoughts that cascaded through my head.

It’s funny what you think about when you go into a type of shock.

The Ugly Duckling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This short story is one of the relatively few things I’ve written that is completely consensual. It’s relatively light on bondage or other erotic themes too. It’s more of a psychological exploration, I think.

“Good girl,” Dr. Paul said as he gave Mariliu a loving pat on the top of her fur-covered head.

He pronounced her name like Merrilee-you, and she liked that. Not only was it pretty and exotic; it was also a good description of how she felt most of the time these days. She licked her lips, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of the fluid that was already drying at the corners of her mouth; then she stuck her head back in his lap and began to clean him off as well.

The Unicorn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part one in a series I want to continue. It’s only my second story and I hope you like it.

Introduction

I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds were all the movement and noise this time of day allowed.

The Wedding

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To the two hundred guests, our friends and family, the wedding looked like any other. Well, perhaps a little nicer than most. I came from money, and the venue was our family home in Vermont on the five thousand acres of forested hills. The June weather had cooperated and the backyard was beautifully done. The bridesmaids were in emerald, full-length dresses, the groomsmen in morning coats. The backyard’s old gazebo had been rebuilt and repainted. It was quite lovely.

The Wedding Gown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted.

After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a long time, so please be gentle. :-)

I could barely keep from running as I made my way from the front desk up to my dorm room. The package I had been waiting for had finally arrived. This wasn’t just any package; it contained what I needed to take things to the next level. I was walking very briskly, almost at a slow run, weaving my way down the hall and up the stairs. The plain brown wrapping paper hid from the world what was inside; if they only knew. I could barely contain my excitement as I inserted my key and opened the door to my dorm room. “Hey Sam” I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice when I saw my roommate sitting at his desk. Sam and I shared a small room that pretty much only consisted of two beds, two desks, and a small table in one corner with a TV on it. We didn’t even have a bathroom, just a sink. There was a communal bathroom and shower set down the hall. So the privacy I needed to check out my new toy was nowhere to be had. I was closing the door behind me thinking about where I could find some privacy when the door swung back in at me quickly. “Hey Bill, you almost ran me over back there in the hall! What’s the big rush?” It was Amy; Sam’s girlfriend.

The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story I started telling someone about a fantasy of theirs. It mixes a few different scenes into one. I started writing one night and just kept working on it. It was enjoyable to write and hopefully as enjoyable to read.

Part 1

Mary was a graduate student studying biology and worked in a local lab researching different species of bugs collected from around the world. She was single and despite a few online dates and random blind dates through friends, she was looking for something deeper in her life. Mary was a professional girl and at 25 she knew what she liked. She had a collection of toys including vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and gags. She just didn’t have someone to play with. She knew she needed to learn more about herself as well. She was too shy though to open up. She never has trouble getting dates and is quite attractive. Standing 5'6" with reddish brown hair, green eyes, thick lips, and cute dimples and freckles that she knew would bring a man to his knees when she smiled. She had C cup breasts that matched her grade A ass she worked so hard for at the gym. She had gained a few pounds to her athletic frame, which was due to not playing soccer as much as she did in college but was still in great shape.

The White Rabbit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

The Wife's Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I can’t do it!”

“You can!” She screamed. Then, in hushed but with a most threatening tone, she added, “And you bloody well will if you know what’s good for you!”

One look at the expression written on her face and I knew she meant what she said. Not to comply with her request would, as far as parts of my anatomy was concerned, be folly in the extreme. On any other day I just might have been inclined to refuse and suffer the consequences because I was addicted to the pleasurable pain she could most expertly inflict but I was still suffering from last night and knew my cock, balls, nipples and backside were in no position to take any more punishment…..

The Word

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is mainly true, probably exaggerated, and definitely amateurish. Feel free to comment on ways for me to improve, I love constructive criticism.

As I sat in front of the mirror looking at my body covered in bruises all I could do was be happy that I was okay. I kept telling myself that I wanted this. I wanted all of it. He was nice a courteous on the street but behind closed doors he was controlling, dominant and aggressive, but I loved it.

The Zipper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife is kinky, at least to a certain degree, me on the other hand, I’m vanilla through and through. Just point me to the hole and I insert Tab P into Slot V, that simple.

My wife and I agree on most things, except when it comes to sex. She insists on black and latex while I settle for something simple. The reason being my wife and I are inventors…entrepreneurs. She in fetish clothing, I in manufactured inventions that benefit humanity in some way. She teases me sometimes saying I’m a toy-maker, but hey…it pays the bills.

There and Back...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

What could be more simple than a trip to Wal-Mart? A lot it turns out.

Through the darkly tinted windows I could see the exit signs flash by overhead. Every jarring, rocking motion in the road a reminder of where we were going and why. SSSWWWAAAYYYYYYY you feel going around those corners at speed. It seemed like such a simple dare at first. Maybe I should have thought things through a little more before agreeing to it. Sometimes my naivete gets the better of me, but Lindsay can be pretty convincing. Watching her had convinced me to try my first outdoors bondage after all. “Try this with me, you’ll enjoy this too!”

Thorough Planning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Blah, blah, blah, background, get to the story, right? This is a true account of one of those rare times that things went wrong for me. I’m a planner…I plan…that’s what I do. I seek out what could go wrong before I commit to it and I nip it in the bud. This is proof, though, that when you’re helpless, anything minor, no matter how minor, can be what does you in. As far as planning goes, “good enough” is never good enough.

Three Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I asked Laysan to write a short story to go in the novel I am working on. She asked me to post it for her as a standalone work. I will relate any feedback the story receives back to her and report her replies (appropriately filtered).

Laysan suggests to follow this story by watching the following youtube video entitled “Safe Inside”.

I am not the artist of the video. Nor do I know the artist. Laysan simply suggests that it feels the same as her mood when she wrote the story.

Thump!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THUMP-THUMP!

I was in my apartment trying to watch TV, but that damned noise from upstairs was getting on my nerves. I had never met the woman who lived in the apartment above mine, but if she kept that up much longer, It was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be pleasant!

For now, I just decided to try the old “bang on the ceiling trick.” I stood on my chair and gave the ceiling a couple of whacks with a book - “WHUMPWHUMP!” Almost immediately came a pair of thumps in reply. But there was something else… some sort of muffled sounding yell.

Tied and Denied

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a loving wife giving her man what he really wants, he just may not know it. Comments and suggestions always welcome. Enjoy

Just wanted to jot down a few thoughts about why you are currently tied down helplessly to your bed with unfinished “business” and left in a state of deep desire and unfulfilled lust. It is really because that is exactly where I want you, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually.

Tied Togeather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The games we played became more and more painful but still there was something missing. The other bound most of the time one in a most severe way but we knew that, whenever it became unbearable, a single sign or simple gesture was enough to stop the torment.

It was Caroline, my girlfriend, who wanted more. She was rather skinny with little tits, fantastic nipples and a rather well shaped, whip loving, bottom. On an evening, when I came home from work, she was sitting totally naked in front of our computer surfing some self-bondage sites. Due to her reading and watching the pictures she was horny as hell. “Let’s get in self-bondage the both of us so that we cannot release each other.”

Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity was dragging it back. “Finally,” she said to herself as it clicked over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples. Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on film.

Tighter Than Expected

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for several years, after a couple of meagre attempts when I was younger. This is purely a fantasy scenario, so please excuse anything which may seem unrealistic. Any feedback is always welcome.

It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound - a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager, but has kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart.

Time Flies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ed: We’d been into bondage for a long time, since the start of our relationship. And it wasn’t long before bondage was more than just part of sex play. The evenings and weekends would see Sue restrained one way or another - sometimes simply a pair of handcuff, other times a full hogtie and harness gag.

Sue: Finding someone to share my fantasies with was as much a relief as it was excitement. Years of secret thoughts and clumsy, awkward scenes fell away when we met. Not that is happened right away, it took time to build trust and experience for both of us, but we understood each other.

Tina's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Tina, and I am into self-bondage and erotic torment. I love wearing restrictive clothing; my co-workers might never believe what I usually wear under my business clothing. After reading some articles on the net, I decided to put a plan into action I have been considering for some time. I wanted to be hopelessly bound and relentlessly tormented. The preparations were fairly extensive - but that’s part of the fun.

Tiny Event

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little story about an experience I had.

Act 1: Plans we make.

She looked herself up and down in the mirror, admiring her handwork, and could not resist a smile spread her lips as she saw herself an image of perfection. Tight black dress, barely covering her breasts and legs, held in place by a leather corset. An hourglass shape from the wildest dreams formed by the tight, breath-stopping, lacing. Her long legs covered in dark satin, held just an inch below her skirt with garters and ending in shiny, black stilettos, boosting her height beyond two meters.

To Please a Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The scene had begun, but nothing was happening. The camera hovered over me, its lens glinting as the zoom was adjusted. So I made a show of struggling, of pulling against the restraints, of pouting in despair. As if I needed to struggle to know I was stuck. Thick iron shackles encircled my wrists; these were chained around a metal bar, which was bolted into the floorboards at both ends. My ankles were likewise shackled, their chain wrapped around the very same metal bar. I stood doubled-over another metal bar, which was bolted to two vertical bars, which in turn were also drilled into the floor. The horizontal bar against my navel held my legs straight, ass naked and exposed, pussy dripping with arousal.

Toilet Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just some musings from a oversexed mind

Last night I finally lived a long time dream of mine. My wife Melody of three years came home from work around 7pm and told me to follow her upstairs. Once we arrived in the bedroom, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She was dressed in a long white light cotton dress with a floral print and a belt cinched at the waist. The dress fell long enough to conceal most of her knee high black shiny leather boots. As I looked down at her beautiful shaven pussy, I saw first that she had not worn any panties, and second that she had been fucked recently.

Toilet Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Day One

Our week starts on a Sunday afternoon. My wife is out of town for 10 days, out of the country even, and I have arranged with you to grant you control over me for seven days, inclusive, from Sunday 3 pm to Sunday 3 pm. We meet that afternoon and we visit the same airport hotel where we had played last. The scent of your incense masking the smell of decay in the room, I remove my clothes so you can inspect me and make sure I have followed your instructions. My public hair was gone–not merely shaven but waxed off smooth, nothing to be seen on my cock or scrotum.

Tokyo Calling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : the pictures feature fetish model EMILY MARILYN. She was kind enough to give me permission to use them for my story.

(In case you are wondering where to get the complete photo set from, there is none. These pictures are actually just screenshots from a custom video she did for me. And if you are interested in the video, email EMILY and ask her nicely. Maybe she’ll put parts of it on her website.)

Tony's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : Names and details etc have been changed, so this isn’t about anyone out there directly. This is my first in what I am hoping will be many parts, so if its slow at first I am just setting a long stage so I apologize.

Chapter 1

Ever since I could remember I have had a preoccupation with the idea of bondage. I used to love it when different shows had some woman get tied up. I also found I loved the feeling of being tied, even though I would always fanaticize about using rope one someone else not them using it on me. I was always quite reserved though not because I was ugly. My name is Tony; I’m tall and about average weight and muscle, brown hair and blue eyes.

Too Much Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started so simply.

Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more than actual sex. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good.

Since she was 14 and had found her older sisters vibrating dildo in a drawer and played with it she had been hooked. The fear of getting caught borrowing the device instantly had her heart rate up, and her juices flowing. So for a long time she would wait until she had the house to herself, sneak into her sisters room and play with the dildo. At first she would always make herself cum as fast as she could because she was worried she would get caught. But soon there was a certain joy in extending the play… of teasing herself more and more, for longer and longer before that release. Every time she would tease herself more and more, for longer and longer, and each time her orgasms would grow in strength the longer she held off.

Total Lock Down

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tom had agreed to help with Elena with research for her thesis. She had explained to him in great detail the aim of the project which was to better understand how people react to captivity. To understand how people’s emotional state reacts when put into situations where they have absolutely no control. The science had gone way over Tom’s head, but Elena had helped him with his project and now it was time to repay the favour.

Tough New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley

Chapter 1

Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again.

Toy Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was a fun write! Hope you enjoy it!

I’ve only been in the drawer under the bed for about three weeks now, but I’ve learned quite a bit about my owner. (We ’toys’ do talk when we’re not in use, you know!) Homemade 6 inch whip (dowel, screw eye, shoelaces), has relatives; 15- and 27-inch whips. Ankle and wrist cuffs were the first ones made. (The stories THEY can tell!) I’m a set of nipple clamps, one of two here. It’s the day after and the talk ‘round the drawer has been about what we did yesterday!

Trading Spaces

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline)

As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life….

INGERDIENTS*: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.ACTIVE INGREDIENTS_: 1% Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline_

Tradition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As long as Shelly could remember, their family has had a twisted little Christmas tradition that any clothes or such that you got, you had to model them to the rest of the family. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants. However, after they got married three years ago, the ‘wearable’ gifts he got more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse.

Training Triplets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt.

Transporting Leslie Adams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she’s not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn’t make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. “I’m here to pick up,” she double-checked the printout, “Leslie Adams.”

Trap of the Black Widow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Eden was invited to come over to visit her new friend Ann. She arrives early in the afternoon and finds the key under the mat like Ann had told her and lets her self in. Ann has a beautiful home. Eden sets about exploring, knowing that Ann would not be home from work for several hours. The two girls had made a date to go shopping that evening so she has plenty of time. This is her first time here so she was understandably curious.

Trapped by His Own Devices

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He lay there helpless in the dark. The dim lights and sounds emanating from the other room however reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was being left to suffer the cruel psychological torture that only sexual deprivation could provide him. He longed for release. He longed for satisfaction. He longed to cry out to his mistress. But a mouthful of rubber kept him from doing anything but wait.

“You should put the belt on,” she whispered with a devilish grin. The last day of her period was keeping them from enjoying a playful romp, but she wanted to make sure that he was horny for her tomorrow. She was ready for a spin in the sheets right now but he would have no part of it. A day of frustration for him meant some added insurance for her and her needs. Besides, he liked it even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Treed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was mid-May in northern Arizona, and final exams were over at last. Jenny knew that she had done well; studying is easy when you don’t have a social life. She entered the Student Union and looked around until she spotted her best friend Toni waving to attract her attention.

Toni rejoiced, “Free at last! What have you got planned for the summer, Jen?”

“Nothing much now. I had hoped to work with Professor Slovak on his biodegradable plastic project, but the grant didn’t go through. I promised my father that I’d visit him in Chicago, but I’m going to put that off as long as possible. How about you?”

Trip to the Mall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started as results of an on-line ad that I placed on a B&D web site. In the ad there was a series of questions to fill out. One of the questions was about a B&D fantasy. I answered that it would be my ultimate fantasy to be forced into trying on a pair of high heel thigh high boots in a store. Then being forced to pay for them and wear them out of the store. All under the direction of my mistress.

Triumph the Bondage Dog

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Monica was enjoying a leisurely run, happily navigating the twists and turns presented by a trail someone had cut through a heavily wooded section of Baxter park. It was another beautiful Sunday in paradise. As she ran, Monica realized that moving to the south was one of the best decisions she’d ever made. While Monica’s friends and family were inside hiding from the blizzards up north, Monica was outside in shorts and a t-shirt, drinking in the bright warm sun.

Truth or Dare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done!

Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them:

Truth/Fiction/Dream? You Choose

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I really do not know where my love of rubber and latex started from. I recall being turned on when I found some ‘top shelf’ magazines all about rubber, Atomage being one. Previously I had been a stocking & suspender man, so I still tend to veer towards rubber stockings and nice clinging underwear rather then voluminous mack’s.

Is it the smooth..(yes another magazine title from way back..), appearance of rubber? The touch of it, the encasement of one body, the aroma, or just that it’s a fetish. Well I suppose it’s all of those.

Try Before You Buy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Try before you buy:

About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store’s stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders.

Tuesday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide.

TV Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Debra stood helpless in the middle of the dungeon. So far the session she was involved in was rather simple and she had not quite figured out where it was going. It was rather exciting but clearly there was much more yet to come.

She had arrived on time, dressed as usual. That meant cross dressed wearing normal female street appropriate attire. Of course she knew her Mistress did not like this but then that was part of the whole scene. Her Mistress had ordered her to strip down to her scanties, which she did.

Twenty Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism.

Chapter 1

I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Twenty-One Hours In Rubber Bliss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Non-Fiction, the events portrayed occurred on Oct 8-9, 2020

The decision to do one more heavy rubber session developed early on Tuesday. The Monday session had been ten hours in rubber and there had been minor issues with the bondage strap system. Additionally, ten hours sealed in heavy rubber just didn’t seem to sate my hunger for rubber surrender.

I discovered that looping straps around the outside of my thighs and up through the crotch to lock on the waist belt had always been an issue. When seated, the straps would shift and sag loosely. The physics of the system just did not provide a way for the straps to stay tight. Additionally, the second set of chest straps had a similar problem which caused the chest harness to not be snug.

Two Can Tango

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Snow Day

For years now, my wife and I have enjoyed immersing ourselves in bondage adventures. We both like to be tied and we both enjoy tormenting the other, thus our games vary drastically from adventure to adventure. Depending on our moods that day, we devise interesting scenarios and restraint to put each other into.

A few months ago, during a particularly brutal snow storm, we were snowed in with nothing to do. All the surrounding stores, malls and restaurants had closed early, at least that is what they said on the news before the cable went out. After debating for an hour over what movie we should watch on DVD, we agreed on a title just in time for the power to go out.

Two Halves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation.

Two is Better Than One

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences.

Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day.

One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up.

Unchecked Computer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Reporter Lets Her Fantasies Go Too Far.

THE VICTIM

She had done this a few times before, and she had two sure-thing safeties’ to prevent the unthinkable from actually happening. Thinking about the unthinkable, however, made her hornier than she had ever been before.

She was an investigative reporter for the FOX station in Chicago, but some of her stories had been broadcast nationally across the network. At 32, she was well know in Chicago and had a national reputation. The sky seemed the limit for the young reporter. Her work had been great, but she had made enemies. Her story had busted a big union kickback scandal, sending a few of their leaders to jail. She uncovered a rigged Fraternal Order of Police election. Her stories led to a clampdown on some organized crime related gambling operations.

Under New Management

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: She made the mistake of trusting someone. Now it’s too late to change her mind. She is has become dominated and dependent on a person who takes over her life and liberty.

I keep saying to myself that all I need to do is to stay calm and I’ll be all right. Someone will come to get me soon. Can you believe this? I’m a prisoner in my own house, caught in a trap of her making and my complicity. A game I was drawn into that has gone seriously wrong. I feel that I can’t trust anyone again. I shift on the bed to get comfortable. It’s another vain hope; she has used specialist equipment to restrain me.

Under The Table

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hadn’t been to an undergraduate lecture for at least a decade, but this would prove to be one of my most memorable ever. The funny thing is, I’m long past being an undergrad nor have I enrolled in a new course as a mature student. One of my closest friends is a young college student. We met at a kink party a few months ago and made an immediate connection when we found out we had quiet a bit in common in both worlds. Unfortunately when we met I was an out-of-town visitor and I don’t live in the same state let alone the same city, much to our frustration. But, every now and then one of us manages a short visit.

Undercover Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw.

Unexpected

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alex hung her head in defeat. Why hadn’t she listened to everyone’s warnings earlier? She sighed a little and closed her eyes. All there was left to do now was wait…

It was another rough night for Alex as she had attempted to sleep on the train. Not that she could sleep with all the butterflies flying around, making a nuisance of themselves in her stomach. She clicked the LED on her watch and the glowing numbers pronounced that it was 8:00am and that meant she had ten minutes until the train slowed and she could disembark.

Unexpected Addition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is largely real. It is compressed and addended with a few of my GF/BFF/Mistress/Slave’s (flavor of the week? Love of my life. You choose the acronym based on who is licking the boot.) latest fantasy/plans. Enjoy, and do email me if you’ve got something you’d think we should try.

Her eyes wide with a mix of sarcastic humor, surprise and perhaps a little disgust “…just know this, there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me.” Call it famous first words? A year later, her comment on my PA is a funny memory. Mel, my Mistress and switch, is getting me read for our little party. But really brief background is in order.

Unfriendly Reunion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fan fiction from the U.S. television sitcom “Laverne & Shirley”, and is meant to get stay consistent with the show’s theme and tone that takes place in the late 1950s/early 1960s. Therefore, it’s PG-rated at most, and may not be for everyone.

They were the best of friends since elementary school growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin who complemented each other in personality and appearance. There was demure Cindy Feeney, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short yet stylish brown hair that ended around the base of her neck, a slender frame, with fair skin and blue eyes. She dreamt of being swept off her feet by a handsome doctor, settling down somewhere warm to raise a family. And of course, there was her best friend in the world, Laverne De Fazio, who stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, with long sandy brown hair, brown eyes, with an average yet tomboyish frame and build. Streetwise and tough, Laverne always made sure no one picked on Shirley. In turn, Shirley kept Laverne away from the bad influences that would’ve ruined her life as a teenager.

Uniforms

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I decided to write this story to tell how two entirely separate interests – my love of bondage and my boyfriend’s love of women in uniforms – combined to form something much more powerful and exciting than the constituent parts.

My name is Gayle Travers and I’m a red-headed Welsh woman. In this country, that is a dictionary definition of ‘feisty’ – or, as we say here, stroppy bitch with attitude. When I was growing up, all my heroes were feisty women – on TV, in films, in books, in comics – and they were strong, assertive and independent, right up to the point where they were caught by the baddies (usually men) and tied up. In some cases, they escaped on their own but in most cases they had to be rescued by the hero. So when I was a kid, I always wanted to play with the boys and get tied up. If I managed to escape, that was great, I’d basically won my battle against the baddies. If I didn’t manage to escape, that was great too, as I had to suffer whatever punishment or torture they chose, whether it was tickling, being left tied up for hours or, on one memorable occasion, being lightly spanked.

Unreal Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Steve and Monica met each other in a local bar. They talked for a couple of hours, getting to really know each other. After a while they felt their own urges building up inside them. Wanting a release, Steve made the first move, “Would you like to go back to my place for a while, maybe kick back and watch a movie?” Steve, feeling he had finally conquered a rejection problem he had for a while, got a very unexpected answer.

Unwilling Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The BDSM Expo is raging, as it has been for already two days now.

We check in at the hotel on Tuesday and from Friday morning me and Carrie were lost in the aisles of the convention floor.

The BDSM Expo has plenty of things to entertain us, you see. We did also a lot of purchases. I had so much fun watching Carrie squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex panties.

Upstairs Downstairs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My wife and I enjoy bondage games and this is a scenario we hope to try shortly

Chapter 1

I was spreadeagled and face down, wrists and ankles stretched out across the bed. This allowed me a little margin to squirm, but nothing much. I felt the weight of my own body pressing down upon my cock, the cock she had trussed up just prior to securing my limbs. She had sheathed my erection in a single nylon stocking, using another to tie around my balls before using a third nylon to crush my shaft at the base, the centre, and agonisingly at the tip. Everything bulged, everything was being crushed by the weight of my own stranded form.

Used

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: She said she would just use me for her pleasure!

The following is based on an actual scene with Mistress T. It is not an exact reproduction, but pretty close. Like most of my real life stories, certain details have been embellished either for details or to make the story flow a bit better.

“Subby, I’ve been spending way to much time on you. Today you will service me and then I will be leaving.” Her DM read.

Vacation From Manhood

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on the vacation I wish I could take. Once Shelly gets home, things really change, but that’s for follow-up chapters!

Chapter One

It finally happened; my wife left me – on vacation – but not before she took everything I owned and put it all in storage. Well, not everything perhaps, but everything anyone would normally associate with being a man. Of course I agreed to it. I even helped pack all my male clothing and left nothing for an emergency because this was something I had wanted for a long time.

Value, Utility and Price

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Scott Wilson sat quietly in his favorite reading chair, contentedly scanning the latest issue of The Rand Economics Journal. Life was good for the newest addition to the UCLA Economics Department. Landing such a plush teaching job just three months after completing his doctoral studies was a dream come true. Scott knew that he’d be stuck teaching undergraduate Econ courses for the first few years. But he was only 24 years old and had lots of time to establish himself.

Vehicle Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The e-mail was clear:

You will wear a tight black leather thong and the skimpy see-through white shorts. You will stop at the Circle K located at 7th Street and McDowell at 3:30 pm on March 7, and pick up a bag of ice. Be sure to wear your outfit in the store - I’ll be watching and you will be punished if I do not see your hot ass cheeks bouncing in those shorts. Do not be late, and do not adjust the shorts. Yes, I know they will ride up and expose your butt, but that’s your penalty for wearing such slutty shorts in the first place.

Venus: A Bondage Epic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master

“Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.”

With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body.

Veronica And Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am from a non english speaking country so please forgive some bad grammar and enjoy the story.

Hi dear readers. My mane is Leonard (called Leo by my friends) and I live in a town in the south of Sweden. So I hope that you will overlook my grammar.

When I grew up my family lived just 200 m from my parent’s best friends, the Josefsson who have a doter named Veronica. She and I are born just one month from each other, me being the oldest.

Vicky's Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as jailer and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boy friend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought).

Visiting the Library

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a visit to a public library. Because I wanted to try a suggestion from a fan, I decided to embellish the story with an alternative although fictional ending.

As always - I’m Danish and therefore not responsible for native English speaking peoples strange desire to have us all speak and write their language fluently. I have decided to refrain from furher proof reading of this particular story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Vive La Difference

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more.

In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial,

interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male).

Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports.

Wanted: Male Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My apartment building has a bulletin board where people post notices. I always glance at it as I head for the elevator. Today there was a new piece. It read:

WANTED

Magnesium Added Lemon Extract

Small Large And Value Extra

A phone number was below this. I read it twice without understanding what they wanted. I used my ID card to access the elevator and I entered the waiting car.. As the elevators doors clanked shut I could see what the capital letters read:

Warehouse Encounter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a very short story. If people like I’ll think about submitting part 2.

Part 1

Warehouse encounter – Week One

This Friday started just like any other. The mundane of working in a logistics warehouse only made more bearable by the likeable people and the fact that Fridays meant it was only hours to the weekend.

Nothing during the morning, had led me to contemplate what I would have enjoyed later in the day. The usual phone calls, invoice signing, & people coming & going. One of which was the beautiful Chloe from accounts. She was in her early twenties. Slim, tanned, slightly flirty and today dressed in black trousers (that were tight enough from her thighs up for you to be able to appreciate her lovely slim hips & tight ass) a white fitted blouse that stopped about an inch above the top of her trousers leaving a tantalising inch of tanned & toned stomach and allowing you to see the tattoo at the base of her back. The outfit was topped off with a pair of two inch (or more) black heels.

Warning: Suffocation Hazard

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Diana Smith was her name cute in her 20’s a little on the shy side but still a confident woman she walked to her apartment from a long day at work as she used her key to open her door.

Diana stepped in and thought what should I do after the long day; all she wanted to do is jump in the shower and get cleaned up from the day, to be clean and refreshed for the night. As she moved about her apartment she began to undress removing her top to reveal her small frame body and figure as she walked next to the mirror to admire herself. Diana slinked out of her skirt as she looked at herself in the mirror she blew herself a kiss at her image, and walked to the bathroom. There she pulled off her panties and removed her bra to reveal her rather petite figure. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water as she stood there letting the day’s worries wash away from her as the water beaded down over her naked body.

Wasn't This What I Wished For?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Charles and I have always been fascinated of chastity belts. I live in a non English speaking country in Europe, and I hope you will enjoy this story and forgive my poor grammar.

Ever since I first heard of that thing called a chastity belt on the schoolyard when I was 15 years old I have been fascinated of it. It was a boy one class over me that told a group of us that the knights during the dark ages had their wife locked in a chastity belt while they were away in a war somewhere. This would prevent the wife from having sex with some else. At first I did not believe him, but the others confirmed that it was true. I found this scenario very exciting, and we discussed it for the rest of the lunch break.

Watching Movies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today was the day. I had put it off for one reason or another, but today was the day to try self-bondage in public. For some time I had dreamed of being helplessly bound in some public setting. I came up with the idea and had prepared for this day for a few weeks.

I started by getting dressed in my bondage outfit. Today I would be wearing a long sleeve black spandex body suit that sipped up the back, black leather corset, black leather thigh high boots with 5” heels and black leather opera gloves. I got into my leotards and corset and put on street clothes over them. In a large department store bag I placed my boots, gloves, wrist and ankle cuffs, pad locks, collar and a zip-lock bag with a large ice cube containing the key to my restraints.

Water Slide

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Jason

Maintenance Monday at the Swim and Slide Water Park was always the most boring day of the week for Jason. As usual, there was nothing to fix. The park was desolate. The food court was locked up. All the rides were silent. Jason scanned the grounds from his perch high atop the five story tall Competition Water Slide platform, shading his eyes from the bright sun. Not a soul in sight. Jason’s white van looked very alone in the large empty parking lot.

Way Too Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had been over a month since I had the house to myself for a SB session so I had been fantasizing over my next tie for quite a while. I had about a hundred feet of new rope and was itching to try it on a really tight chair-tie. Well, this weekend was it. Everyone was to be gone, so I began planning the scene.

I started with my bentwood chair, which is light and strong and has plenty of attaching points. Friday evening after everyone was gone for the weekend, I got out the rope, clothes and equipment. I first put on my thigh-high hose and corset which pushes my boobs up enough that I don’t need a bra. Some hot looking 5 inch heeled pumps with enough straps to prevent them from coming off were next.

We Need to Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy the story. Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Desperate longing, desperate sexual desire course through my veins, consume me. A montage of images and scenes flood my mind, uncontrolled. Strong hands push me over a table. I’m helpless to stop my violation. Memories so fresh I can almost feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hard table, helpless to stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Leather restraints locked to cold hard steel keep me in place while a cruel crop bites into my tender flesh. Creamy thighs accentuated by a sexy skirt and oh so sexy shoes walking away from me, until all I’m left with is a view of the bars against the empty room and a desperate longing for her return. Soft tender lips passionately, lovingly, desperately kissing…a shoe. The image of a gold key against black nylon turns me into a wanton slut, please…Please…PLEASE!

We Will Rock You

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not again! OOOOhhhhhhh AAhhh AAhhh SSSshhhhhiiiittttttt. Ah Oh Wow. Wait a minute let me catch my breath. My name is Candy. No I am not a dumb blonde. I have Red hair that flows to 3” below my shoulders. I have a degree in Body Mechanics and Psychology And I am currently in a mess.

Maybe I should tell you what my mess is. I love bondage. That’s not the mess. That get’s me into the mess. Tight I cannot move, tttooooootttttaaaaaalllll bbbbbooooonnnnnandge. Shit. My husband is a scientist. He specializes in body mechanics. Oohh Oh Oh Oh DDddaaammmmmn. Steve and I are working on the next generation of body armor and space suits. Crap AAAAaahhhhhhhhhh. Oh God that feels good.

We're In Trouble!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome.

Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee.

“Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way.

Weekend in Bondage Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hurried home from the office last Friday evening eagerly looking forward to spending the weekend as a chained and chastised slave bitch. I had been planning this for over a week and had everything waiting for me when I got home. First I stripped out of my clothes and got my chastity belt ready. I was going to use the remote-control vibrating egg with my chastity belt for the first time. The vibrating egg was originally bought by my brother-in-law C.B. Phile for a remote-control egg he was trying to make, but he never could figure out how to build it so my ex- Master Jason finished it back when I was still living with him. Jason also fixed it so it could be randomly turned on-and-off using a timer he got from Radio Shack. I never have used it before, so I was excited to see how well it would work. Anyway I threaded the cable from the egg through the slit in my chastity belt’s crotch then put the belt on. I had a little trouble getting the egg into my pussy and keeping the cable from slipping back through the slit, but once I had it up in me and locked the belt on it couldn’t come out. Then I put the free end of the cable and plugged it into the receiver box which clips onto the back of my belt’s waistband. Now I was naked wearing just my locked chastity belt with the remote control egg in my pussy. I was already excited knowing I would be stuck like this until I could get to the keys to my belt back at my office on Monday morning!

Weekend in Hell with JessiBell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope to get the next part of the story up soon.

Part 1

As part of the upcoming Slave Storage program, Mistress JessiBell has been using me as a test subject to get a more precise idea of what is and is not possible in long term bondage scenes. I consider myself privileged to be part of these experiments. Many times I forget large portions of what happened. I often have to refer to the recordings of the sessions to remember the sequence of events. This last series of tests, which I describe below, included some of the most intense experiences I have ever encountered. Bear in mind that we have been working up to this level for the last eight months. I generally need at least a day to recover afterward. Your mileage may vary.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

Weekend With 12 Sailors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my 3rd and final story in my “Weekend With” trilogy. Our heroines are first taken, by their husbands, bound to a dumpy dive hamburger joint, where they wind up dancing topless with a bunch of soldiers. Jennifer and Sally have so much fun that they return to the same place bound, and dance topless with the same sailors for a short time. However, they are kidnapped and taken to a hotel, where the sailors have their way with them.

Wench's Nipple Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with.

I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not.

What a Drag!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have to admit I’m not as pleased with this submission as I have been with others, I like the principal but I feel I struggle with self bondage stories, they don’t seem to click. I’d been keen to hear any comments or suggestions as I have another potential self bondage story.

Excitement pounded in my chest as I picked up the thin cord. I’d double checked the winch the previous night, the sun was shining outside and pieces I’d collected from the DIY store were laid on the kitchen table in front of me. Whether it’s harder for a female bondage enthusiast to purchase various thicknesses and lengths of rope and cable ties than a male I’m not sure. All I know is that I’d always felt extremely embarrassed whenever I tried, I was sure the teenage boy behind the counter saw right through my apparent innocence.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned…

Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story!

It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after.

What Friends Are For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

One of the best aspects of a true friend is the friendly rivalry which pushes each one to strive for achievement. Certainly that is true for my wonderful friend Liz. I can share my life as a slave master in my blog and email, but how often can two slave owners share a quiet night together with their submissive.

What a fine evening it has been. Our submissive are now kneeled in front of us, arms tightly strapped at wrists and elbows, ankles crossed and eyes lowered waiting for our instructions. They are of course forcefully gagged with wide straps pulled to the extreme holding in mouth filling ball gags. Here’s how it gone. We had gone out to a fine dinner with our submissive, Petra and Joni. And what a foursome we were. Petra and Joni, formerly known in their pre-submission days as Peter and John, had been gradually and thoroughly feminized by Liz and me. Tonight we looked like four pretty girls out for a fun Saturday night. Liz and I wore tight designer short skirts which showed our curves off nicely. I wore a silky somewhat transparent top with a lacy black bra tantalizingly visible underneath. I am far larger (36 DD) chested than Liz who was able to let her cute nipples push out against her tank top. We are both tall and fit women, even muscular, imposing figures to most men, but still very attractive.

What Happens in Vegas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was so proud of Mike. He had gotten his commercial airline license just a few days earlier and today was his first commercial flight as a co-pilot. This had been his lifelong dream and it was finally going to happen. His first flight was going to take him from his home base in Boston to Las Vegas.

It’s a tradition in the airline industry that the completion of a new pilot’s first successful flight calls for a celebration. And Las Vegas was just the place to do it. Unfortunately, I was supposed to stay behind in Boston and miss out on the party! That didn’t seem fair, but I had a plan to change that.

What Has Happened To Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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..Oh boy oh boy what has happened to me.

I think I am in trouble, no, I am sure I am in trouble! And I think it will take some time until trouble is over.

But that will take time.

Why have I lost my mind and walked with open eyes into this situation.

What The Fuck?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;)

The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same.

What We Always Wanted

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed!

Part 1

“So tell me why you want to suck my cock.”

I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it.

Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave.

What You Pay For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Olivia wondered how long it would be before her scheduled session would start. She had been standing here for what seemed like an eternity and the only attention she had received was to be bound and gagged and she was getting tired and frustrated. The only person she had seen since Master Chase had bound her was another man a few moments ago that had popped in, looked her over, then left. This was entirely unacceptable and she was going to have to talk to the management about it.

What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations

I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first.

What's the matter? or The Tugging!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jane

The ship was ancient, even by The Empire’s standards. Yet more startling than its age, was that it was still active. Its computer systems lived, its air circulated, the hull whole.

After millions of years lost, adrift, even the hull should decay due to the very half life of its atoms, but no. The hull was hale and healthy, it even shined with a gleam of newness.

When Dreams Come True

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Back Story

It all started in college. That’s when I met the girl of my dreams. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. However, she was in love with another man: my brother. But he didn’t love her. He had no desire to commit to just one woman and wanted to screw every one he met. But that didn’t stop her. So throughout college she pursued him. I always hoped she’d give up and realize there was a young man who wanted her in plain sight. But unfortunately, she came into some money and My Brother married her soon after, the damn opportunist.

When Gabby Met Carrie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A teenager on her gap year is carrying some surprising baggage.

Carrie was from New Zealand, here on her gap year. She was everything you might expect of a confident, pretty eighteen year old out to see the world; blagging a ride here and a few nights on a sofa there.

This was how I ended up offering to take her to London.

I didn’t mind, I work there and some company in the car was a pleasant change for one of my CDs on the trip down from Manchester.

When in Rome...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: We all do things on holiday that we wouldn’t do in our everyday lives including the adoption of local customs or dress. Some we recall fondly, others we might prefer to forget. In this story a professional couple ‘go native’ with surprising results.

We’d read it in the guide book but I’m not sure either of us believed it until we arrived at the city and saw it with our own eyes. However, it was true, there were guards at the gate stopping all visitors and ensuring all women who entered the city were restrained.

White Flag (Mad Crazy Love)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting.

Chapter 1

I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again.

Who Dares?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns.

Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love.

Whore in Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself.

Willing Surrender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back!

I. Countdown

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be.

Wingco Learns Her 3 R's

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mixture of reality and fiction. i’ll leave you to decided when one finished and the other started

Red dress + Red Army = RED ALERT!

Another boring trucking day was drawing to a close. Mike, my husband was deciding where to park for the night and I knew he was getting close to the time limit. I was checking the fridge in the vehicle wondering what to cook for our tea. Lasagne or Cannelloni it appeared was the choice as the other two pasta dishes we’d eaten last night while queuing at the Bulgarian border. Drinks were already brewing because Mike likes a cuppa while writing up the day’s log for Garry, his boss in the UK.

Winry's New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome.

Chapter 1

Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished.

Winter Daze

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my life.

The rain was falling and another day was to be spent inside looking out into a world filled with grey clouds and a low overcast sky. I had hoped for some time that the weather would improve as to allow for a nice walk outside in the brisk winter air which was hovering around 2 degrees Celsius.

I sat at the computer and wondered where things would go from here and asked myself what I was going to do with the rest of my day.

Wishlist Snafu

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Movement in the mirror grabbed her attention as she brushed her long blonde mane. She thought she had seen some just moments earlier, but, wasn’t sure if it had been that last glass of eggnog or not.

She spun the brush handle in her hand. Holding it like a tennis racket, she twisted and turned her voluptuous body and swung her arm in a backhand motion. Connecting with a green and white cone shaped hat, she watched it fly across the room, landing by the door.

Wonderful Day in Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a little about me I’m a 18 year old Mexican American and im very shy with new people but after that I’m a real funny laid back guy. Im currently enrolled in high school and I’ve had a fantasy of being tied up since I was 14. I’ve experimented in self bondage lots of time. I own a lot of bondage gear: handcuffs, leg cuffs ball gag, chains collar etc. I prefer metalic equipment because they’re inescapable, when rope you could just cut it off.

Woof!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A charming Englishman and his faithful Puppygirl Bonnie avoid the trials and tribulations of their small-town Montana neighbors.

Please email me with ideas and opinions. (Constructive preferably, but even if you hate it I’d like to hear your opinion). I plan to make this a series if there is sufficient interest

Chapter 1 - Exposed!

“Woof, woof” Bonnie scampered across Mr Lansdowne’s lawn, her perky little bottom high in the air as she chased after an unknown smell. Her nose inches from the ground, she paused and sniffed the edge of the rose bed before chasing off sideways towards the clearing.

Work of Art

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is meant to be a One Hit Wonder (I always enjoy his stuff), hope you like it. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Updated (2012/05/22):* Well, I lied. Actually, this was going to be a one-off, but then I’m terrible at letting characters go, and thought of their further adventures. I hope you like it, please leave me a comment, you never know, you might inspire me to write more…*

Work Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An improbable but fun little work story I started. As usual I welcome your comments, ideas and critique.

Chapter 1

My friend from work, Jack, had called me over to visit him urgently, and I was not sure why. He had been alluding to wanting to show me something important for a while though, so I decided to go over, since he only lived a few miles away.

Worth Waiting For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this

Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”

Wrestling For Top!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I first met Rebekah online and we seemed to hit it off with some interesting messages and video chats! She wanted to be tied up and forced fed my cock all night (which we did) but I also wanted to be tied up and give her a chance to get even. She had never tied anyone up before and after she got her shot at it, well lets just say she really got into it!

WWW.Live_Your_Dreams.Com

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One of Two

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”

Yes, Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Well, what did you think?” he asked as the credits started to roll.

“Inconceivable!” she said, and they both laughed.

“It’s ‘inconceivable’ that you’ve never seen The Princess Bride,” he said.

“Well, thanks for making me watch it. It was awesome,” she said, grasping his arm.

“Thanks for making dinner,” he said, smiling at her.

Dominic had been dating Beth for several weeks, mostly dinner out, parties with mutual friends and going to the movies. This was their first night alone, in her house, and he was both nervous and excited for what could come next.

You Deserve Every Stroke!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun.

The First Day

“You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!”

Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip.

Ahhhh!

“You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!”

Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation.

Your Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dinner at the restaurant had been good. The food great, the wine perfect. As the evening wore on things became more intimate. Your stocking covered foot would ride up and down my leg, teasing me with a promise of more to come. When the taxi came I could not help but admire as you bent forwards to get inside. Your red silk wrap around dress clinging nicely to your body, your sexy legs clothed in nude stockings with a slight sheen, the hint of a lacy top where the dress parted across your thigh. As I settled on the seat next to you your hand rested high up on the inside of my thigh. I put my arm around you and you snuggled in and we kissed. We held back aware of the driver in the front, not wanting to give him a show.

Your Pleasure, Your Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A follow up to ‘Your pleasure’ - how it really happened rather than the fantasy.

Posting the story on the website had been a gamble. Even more of a gamble had been sending a link to the story to Ali’s email. We had been married for several years enjoying each other on a frequent basis, but I had always had this deep down desire to put myself at her mercy and be tied up. We had chatted about it a few times and had a couple of attempts at tying each other up but nothing much had come of it. I thought that perhaps the best way of getting my fantasy to be a reality was to write it down.

Z: Ownership

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - M Meets Z

M met Z entirely by chance. Her profile seemed direct, but simple. Very little embellishment and only a single picture. M had been casually looking around the site, his intent not necessarily to find anything or anyone, but merely exploration; to set upon a path of discovery to learn more from the “horses mouth” so to speak. He couldn’t foresee how such a simple profile could lead him down a rabbit’s hole that would completely and irrevocably change his life. Yet, there was something compelling about the simple statements in the journal that nudged him to make contact. Z wanted a subject to blackmail.

Zainab and the White Christmas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack.

“And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride.

Zhara

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – Introduction

Wearing a French Maid’s outfit, waspie and seamed stockings and tottering on 5” high spiky heeled lace up calf boots, Zhara was a provocative site as she exited the chauffeur driven car and entered the up market beauty salon.

For someone who had two weeks ago been unemployed and living on the generosity of her flatmate, this was a sensational change.

Chapter 2 – The Ad