Consensual

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment. Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it. ...

Author's Note: Second story. I like criticism. From a very young age, I had fantasized about being tied up tightly. Not even in a sexual way, really. I must have been about 13 or 14 when I searched for images of tied up women on the internet, and ways I could tie myself up, although I never actually had the courage to tie myself up. These web searches landed me on various bdsm sites, and so this desire to be tied up soon led to a desire to be humiliated, used and, to an extent, tortured. Of course I never told any of my friends or anybody that I really knew. Even if on the extremely rare occasion, my friends would joke about being tied up and that sort of thing, or see an S&M scene in a movie and say things like, “That’s you in the movie. That’s your wet dream isn’t it”, which would result in immature laughter, there was just no way I could tell anyone. It wasn’t even a trust issue, I just didn’t want to be seen that way. ...

What a weekend, it all started then I had a wet dream (and wet fingers) about my married next door neighbour! After telling him about the sexy dream and swapping quick suggestive banter with Howard, I wanted him. I had found some stories he had written on a BDSM web site (“the new sub-contractor”, “Talk”) which got me hot, breathless and thinking. I wanted him to hurt me and to use me crudely, like the slaves in his stories. I’m a recently single woman with two kids who really knows what she wants, and now knows how to ask for it! ...

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies. The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine. ...

She felt it. I felt it. And I knew she felt it. My eyes shot open, greeted by the blackness of the blindfold. “Nooooo! NOOOOO!!! Ihh cahh eee!!!,” I shouted through the ring gag. But there was no denying it. Both my Mistress and I had felt it, plain as day. I thrashed against my bonds keeping me spread-eagle and face up on the bed, but it was too late. She had taken her mouth from off of my balls, my erection quivering in the darkness I could now feel crushing me. ...

Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling. Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets? ...

How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill. My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another. ...

Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well. Whenever I feel the urge I call one or both of them and let them know. I tell them how long I want to suffer. I called Sheri and had to leave her a message. Lou I got and discussed my plans. I wanted about 3 hours. She assured me she or Sheri would check on me. ...

Author's Note: I’ve tried a couple of stories before where FictitiousSlave is the main character (A Walking Trip, A Walk to the Summit and FictitiousSlave) but I’ve struggled a little, I think the realism/fantasy have sometimes made them a little tame. I’ve tried to expand a little on real life for this one - events may not have been quite as erotic as I’ve described but I’ll leave you to decide where I’ve exaggerated! ...

Part 1 I had recently updated my Facebook and Twitter profiles since had purchased two new pairs of boots. One pair was knee high and the other pair was thigh high, both pairs had five-inch heels. My new profile pictures were of me wearing my bondage outfit. My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex unitard, my black leather corset, my black leather opera length gloves, a black leather posture collar, a black leather mask and my new five-inch heel black leather thigh high boots. The white see through fabric of my spandex unitard was unable to hide my erection. I had purchased my unitard one size smaller so that the fabric would be tighter, slightly more see through and revealing. This, coupled with the fact that I had a slightly smaller that average penis, made for a thoroughly humiliating bondage outfit. ...