Consensual

Part I Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman., which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. . She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain. ...

The Discovery Carrie had only been living with me for a few months when she got bumped to night shift. I could afford to support us both, but we weren’t married yet and she was more cautious about becoming dependent on me, besides the extra paycheck meant we could buy more toys. In the mean while, I found myself studying self-bondage when she wasn’t around to tie me up. There were times when I would come home to find her waiting for me to unlock her, but I was more hesitant about taking the risk of having to wait for her to get home to release me. ...

Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories. She’s tied spread eagle to the bed and I’ve already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples. ...

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage. All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her. ...

I’d been living in Arizona for about three months when I decided to take advantage of the good weather and do some outdoor self-bondage. It was mid-September, but even here in the northern part of the state the daytime temperatures were in the 70’s. If I were still back in Minnesota I’d freeze my butt off if I tried going outside without any clothes on this time of year, and for me a lot of the thrill is the chance that I’ll be discovered chained and naked. ...

Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a bondage story … I hope the reader approves. Chapter I Lori was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but quite pretty. She had a very athletic figure, thanks to her near-daily aerobic sessions. At 5'7", with a 36C-26-37 figure, she cut a very tempting feast. Her breasts were really half way between a C and D cup; not humongous, but very round and firm, with perky nipples that pointed straight out - or even slightly upwards. Her best features were her narrow waist and absolutely perfect rear end; round, fairly full, and nicely firm. ...

Author's Note: All you readers, consider this a test! 1. The Question I have tried, oh I have really tried believe me; but I simply cannot. I have tied myself up, handcuffed myself naked, searched the internet, read stories and spent hours, days, weeks even months trying to but I just cannot get there. I have dreamt and fantasised and explored but still come up short; and it is driving me crazy; frustrating the hell out of me. I simply have to know but I do not now think it is even possible. It has taken over my life; I can no longer bear not knowing. ...

I love watching you sleep. Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me. That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet. ...

(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving). ...

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments) He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened. ...