Author's Note: Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’. But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was the getting out again that might just prove to be more of a problem. “So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?” Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid. ...
It was late summer and Denise was lying on the back porch on her sun lounger chair, covered in sun cream, baking slowly in the warm afternoon glow. She was just taking advantage of some down time from getting her stuff ready to move out. It was a big change and she did have some trepidation at leaving her long established home. It is a bit daunting when you see all your life packed neatly away in boxes; all those treasured memories, souvenirs, and collectables. Some may call it rubbish, but to you they are a part of your very existence. The removal men were due to come round the following morning and pack it all into the van before taking it down to the shipping dock. ...
Author's Note: A lover of games tries a new technology and gets more than she bargained for. Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out. ...
Author’s Notes: 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. A Sequel to ‘A New Haunt’ and ‘Coffin Duty’. There was horror in the evening air. It was in the dried leafs darting around Brandy’s ankles and in the chill that crept through her jacket as she stood by her car. There were few lights on in the old two-story farmhouse. Most of the house was already finished for this year’s fund-raiser. The barn was finished as well. Brandy could see the pulsating green light that glowed eerily through the windows and doorways there. Even knowing what Brandy knew about what was lurking in both places, the effect was still very creepy. ...
Author's Note: This story is a fantasy story about a man getting locked in a chastity belt for many years. My name is Charles, and I am from a non English speaking country and I hope you can forgive some mistakes in the English language. It all started with a small advertisement in the local paper. It said: “Wanted: men/ women for testing long term chastity belt.” All I could see was an address, nothing more. I was curious; I had as long as I could remember been fascinated of chastity belts. I had always thought that this was a thing just for women, dated back to the middle ages. I didn’t know that there were such things for men. But after some surfing on the Internet I found out that here were several makers of different styles. I was amazed. Just think of it, to have something like that locked around your waist preventing you to touch your own cock, and not being able to have sex. And that you do not have access to the key. Just the very thought of it was just so exciting to me. ...
Author's Note: During the early Harry Potter hype, I often wondered what wizards would do when they grow up, i.e. adult wizardry, kinky wizards and bondage and the like. Here’s a sketch I wrote in 2005. 1. The Letter I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end. ...
Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks. Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag. ...
Author's Note: I have ideas for part 2 and part 3 of this story, if this part is well received I will have to write the others. Part 1 I had been visiting Jade once a week for about 6 months, but had to cancel the last couple of appointments at the last minute, due to work problems - she had not been happy and had sent me a few text suggesting I was a time-waster and a few other things. ...
Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair” As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . ...
Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see ‘Bravo,’ the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Go away, Bravo!’ she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress’s activities with mild curiosity. ...