CLICK The penultimate lock was in place and I knew that this was the moment. Fear grew inside me as it always did and I lay back in silence gathering my thoughts, why I was still afraid of this moment I don’t know, I had done this dozens of times and never had a mishap. But the fear was there nonetheless, I had grown to expect it, even enjoy it. ...
Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated. Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo. Part 1 - NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit. ...
“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John. She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table. John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it. “It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?” ...
Stephen barely knew Sarah; every day from one side of the hallway at school he would watch her, always staying hidden. She was beautiful with flowing red hair and sensuous curves. Stephen never thought he had a chance despite his own good looks. When Sarah dumped her boyfriend a week before prom, Stephen knew he had one chance to get a date with her. With as much charm and confidence as he could manage, he asked her to the prom and she gleefully accepted. ...
Dan looked down at his phone to see he had a text from one of his tenants. Texts from tenants normally meant one thing, something he had to go deal with. But, this one at least wasn’t maintenance related. “Hey, running late on my payment this month, don’t know when I’ll have the cash. -Chels” Dan groaned at the text. Not only was it late, but it was like she had no understanding that he had mortgage payments to make with that money. Then he thought back to the lease. ...
Author's Note: Fiction, but desired My Wife and I had played tie up games for years. Lately I was the one that was always tied up. She has gotten very good at being the top. I have been very tolerant, but was getting a little tired of the one that was always punished. ( a little ) We have gained a lot of toys over the years, hers, mine and ours. The only thing we needed was a true dungeon. That will soon change. ...
Part One Eddie sets the Cosmopolitans down at their little table and nervously scratched his full beard as he surveys the scene with his new girlfriend Gloria. He takes a deep breath and braces for the reaction he suspects will follow. “Gloria?” “Gloria?” This time he taps his girlfriend gently on the shoulder. Gloria is busy chatting it up with a suave looking guy seated at the next table. “Oh, whadda ya want, Eddie?… You know this guy over here is a diamond appraiser!” ...
Part 1 Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera. “Oh shit” she thought. The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out. ...
Author's Note: Been awhile since I’ve posted here. Been focusing on doing illustrations for my stories using DAZ3D and kind of lost track of this site. This particular story is another one with more story than bondage–for those who enjoy that. 8:15 p.m. Omega Day Ten years ago, my best friend, Tod, killed his wife. He caught Alicia sleeping with another man (something she’d been doing frequently behind his back for years) and in a fit of jealous rage, he shot her dead. Tod never seemed like the jealous type; always claimed to trust his wife implicitly. Even when I tried to tell him (in a tactful way) that she couldn’t be trusted, he refused to believe me. ...
Author's Note: There wasn’t a club like this at my university (at least not that I was invited to)… a real shame I feel! “Come on Jenny we’re going to be late!” We weren’t, we had half an hour before the taxi was due but Claire was as excited as a kid at Christmas. She’d been dressed for hours, her make-up had been perfected before I’d even selected my dress. Admittedly it wasn’t every day you were invited to the Principal club. Formed in the early days of the university the club brought together the best, brightest and richest of the students on campus. Founded by early members who had gone on to make their millions the club was the social elite, few people even knew of it’s existence. Membership was by invitation only and they were extremely selective of their guests. ...