Consensual

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? This story is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters are over 18, and all events are entirely fictional. Copyright Quiver 2021. All rights reserved. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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 ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...