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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.) ...

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.” ...

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. ...

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. ...

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…?” ...