Consensual

Roxee was often called “Goth” or “Punk”. Mostly because kids at school are idiots. Which brought up her next issue, lack of adequate sex partners. Not that she couldn’t get fucked if she had wanted to but the boys and girls had no idea what to do with her. She had always loved being tied up, before she even realized that it could be applied to sex. And once she figured that out it was on. Or would have been had not everyone she had tried it with failed so pathetically. But that was about to change. She walked into her basement and flicked on the light. As she moved past a old mirror her mom kept down there she caught a reflection of herself and even she had to admit that it was pretty hot. Her 5’ 2’’ 105lbs. body was devoid of hair from her neck down and clad in black fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt and nothing else. To top off her look after she turned eighteen, which happened four months ago, Roxee had the local tattoo guy put small steel rings through each nipple and her clit hood. ...

Prologue I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband. I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship. ...

It was already late. The sun was about to cross the line of the horizon. Samuel would be about to pick me up soon. I wanted a few more minutes. Always a few more. It had been raining the same morning. The wet grass tickled my thighs and buttocks. I could hear footsteps at my back. He surely would help me getting up. It was a part of his job, after all, but I’d rather do it by myself. It took me a lot of time figuring out how. With my arms bound at my back and a chain between my ankles even the most simple task could be pretty hard. The key was having a bit of help from a dear friend. ...

Author's Note: This is a different theme to my first story ‘A Model Worker’. Hope you like it, constructive criticism always welcomed. Chapter 1: In bondage no one can hear me scream Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. My heart is beating powerfully and fast. Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. Darkness. Endless darkness. My eyes are open yet I can see nothing. Ba-dum … Ba-dum …. Silence. I hear nothing outside of my own body. All I hear is my blood pumping through my veins and my laboured breathing whistling like a sirocco through my nostrils. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story. “You want me to hang you for Halloween???” Marianne was aghast. “No, you’re not going to hang me,” I explained, “It is just going to *look* like I’m being hanged.” Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. It gives me a chance to indulge in certain interests of mine, which any other time of the year would be frowned upon. ...

Author's Note: Story idea was inspired by a fan/ e-mail correspondent. Thanks, Mike! Happy Halloween and happy bondaging! She admired her shiny black skin-tight latex-attired, corseted, booted, hooded figure in her full-length mirror, posing from different angles, getting her full fill of her sexy, bad self. She smiled, smacking her tight, gleaming, beautifully-rounded ass, straining to look back over her shoulder in the long, tight, thick latex neck-corselet, a cigarette in her other latex-gloved hand, cocked back at shoulder height. ...

I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my friends don’t know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or the fact that I have a nice cache of material, including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does. I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I’d been trying to tie myself up properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they never had any ‘goods’. They were very, very strict on regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed all that. ...

Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy! Part 1 Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust. ...

Author's Note: This is based on true fantasies, and the character of Nicki is definitely me. I did have a roommate who I didn’t like, and a lot of the things about self-bondage and Nicki’s history are true. Of course, I would never have the guts to do what Nicki does, but that’s why it’s fiction. ;) Thanks so much for all the great comments so far! I appreciate them, and will try to work in some of your suggestions. Keep them coming! ...

Author's Note: I’ve put some older stories into an ebook. Feel free to take a look, I’m in need of a good review…. A. x Part 1 This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair. ...