Consensual

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.) ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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! ...