Consensual

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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 [email protected] or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...

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! ...

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… ...

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. ...

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. ...

…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. ...