Consensual

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor … Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com Before allowing Angelika to leave his apartment, Sam had dressed his slave doll in a white cashmere baby doll sweater and a tartan skirt that barely covered the tops of her white fishnet stockings. The nature of her outfit made it necessary for the girl to be incredibly cautious and take very small steps as they walked from his car to the elevator and then from the elevator to the Doctor’s office. Even though Sam has her wearing what he refers to as “fuck me mules” that have five inch heels and offer almost no ankle support, Angelika hasn’t dared sit down at any time during their consultation with the plastic surgeon. Allowing the tips of her garters to be seen by anyone other than Sam would be cause for her Master to keep Angelika severely restrained and in total darkness, completely isolated in the apartment’s hot and stuffy storage closet for at least 24 hours. ...

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge. ...

So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”. ...

Update (2012/11/17): This is the 3rd revision with a small update. I’m sure it isn’t perfect but comments are welcomed. This story is in the public domain. It may be copied without restrictions. While not strictly necessary, please retain this copyright notice with any copies. If in the event you happen to make money with this story I would appreciate it if you donate a small percentage to the Electronic Frontier Foundation (www.eff.org). EFF is the leading civil liberties group defending your rights in the digital world. ...

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result… strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Part 1 Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove. ...

Hey whats going on guys? Before i tell you my self bondage adventure, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mike, I’m 19 years old, and I’m from a very boring town in New Jersey. In my town there really isn’t a lot to do besides, well, tying myself up. I’ll get the once in awhile White Castle or Taco Bell run, and unfortunately, i still live with my parents. Well that’s enough about me, lets get to the part were i tied myself up and went outside while my parents were home. Did i get caught?!? ...

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything! While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending. As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing. ...

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy! Part 1: Revealed The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game. ...

Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy. I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning. ...

1. The Beginning I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way. ...