Consensual

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

Author's Note: 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...