Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best. She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that. ...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle. ...
Author's Note: Recently written story, comments appreciated! Jane held up the harness in front of her. She had finally finished sewing the material for her bondage outfit together. It only took her two months with the other projects she had to accomplish but the spare time she was able to put into her new bondage harness, stockings, and gloves was well worth it. She held the harness up against her body and shivered in anticipation in wearing it. It would have to wait until later that night while her boyfriend was at work. ...
Author's Note: First time at writing anything like this, feedback and (constructive) criticism welcome. Altho’ actively engaging in real life bondage I have always fantasized about discovering a ‘self bound’ woman, someone who craves bondage so much that they will do it to themselves in the absence of someone to do it to them (yes, I know it is not always that simple). Those thoughts have inspired the fictional character here I have called Jenna - hope you enjoy the story… ...
Ben gazed out of his office window. The street was empty except for the lone car that whizzed by ever few minutes or so. Pretty typical, considering it was 3AM on a Tuesday night. Then the phone rang. Ben stared at the phone for a few seconds, surprised that it was ringing at this late hour. He picked it up. “Ben’s Bondage Adventures. Can I help you?” “Yes, I’d like to sign up for an adventure, please.” The girl’s voice seemed meek and hesitant. ...
This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn’t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it. Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband’s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. “To what do I owe this honour?” she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home. ...
_Author's Note: Jennifer’s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/15320. It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed._ ...
Author's Note: All the packaging stories here recently inspired me with a new idea, I hope you enjoy it. All criticism is appreciated, whether positive, negative, or constructive! Jenny wasn’t sure what to make of the ad which read only, “Water Tank Bikini Model Needed”, but she needed a little extra spending money and she thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. She called the phone number and quickly ended up talking to Dave who asked her if she could come by tonight for measurements. She didn’t have anything going on that evening, so she and her friend, Angie, went down to the studio on the second floor of a non-descript building in the theater district. ...
Part I It had been a few weeks since Tom had taken the spare room in Jessica’s flat. Jessica had taken on the lease for the whole flat and had been desperate for someone to take the second room. She was particularly pleased with Tom, he was tall, good looking and seemed like a fun kind of guy. Tom had also been pleased to move out from the flat he shared with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica’s flat was small, but in a good part of town. Jessica herself seemed nice enough. Not what he’d call stunning, although she wasn’t unattractive, with shoulder length brown hair, pleasant face and pretty nice figure. Anyway, given the way his last few relationships had gone it was probably good that here he wouldn’t be driven to diving into another fling. ...
Part 1 It was starting out to be a bad day. My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable. ...