Consensual

Sitting at home watching the latest reality show I came to a firm conclusion: I have lost myself into a boring and predictable rut. I have a steady job, a nice home but no relationship, no adventure, nothing unpredictable, nothing random and I was getting tired of it. I was by no means old, I was only 29. I was also by no means ugly, I had a trim figure, B’s and Mediterranean features down to the permanent olive tan. Tomorrow was a Friday; I don’t know what I should do but as I ate another chip I knew I needed to do something. ...

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all. Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge. ...

Author's Note: Before consenting, always understand the contract. My name is Tina. I found out about chastity belts from my former boyfriend, “Chad.” His first chastity belts were plastic devices. Designed to fit behind his ball sack, they had a plastic penis shaped thing that he forced his penis in. The whole thing fit together like a puzzle device. It had a place to put a little lock through to hold it all together. The only problem was once his penis was tired out or cold, it would shrivel up and he could pull everything out, even when locked shut. So while it was fun to play with, it really did not work for long term chastity. ...

Chapter 1 I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room. With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted. ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for bad spelling and grammar. The first part of the following short story is a fantasy, that I’ve had for a long time. Part two is real, but not that interesting. Part three will come, should anyone want to know more about me, my life or sick mind. critics are most welcome! http://painslut24-7.webs.com Part one: “An extreme fantasy” ...

Chapter 1 - Addiction The power over women that John wielded was now extreme. The Genie had granted one of his wishes in a well thought-out hand written contract. Any woman to have intercourse with John would orgasm after only 30 seconds. Each 30 seconds later during the same insertion of his penis would result in an orgasm 10% greater than the last up to the 8-minute mark (yielding an orgasm 460% stronger than the woman’s prior average intensity). While the woman would remain conscious, the experience would cause her to loose 5% of her body fat and 5% of her water weight. ...

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;) Part 1 It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too. ...

Chapter I The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university. Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm. ...

Author's Note: While this story is fiction it is a conflation of my visits I have made to professional BDSM places in NY, San Francisco, LA and other places. All the characters are based on real people. especially Carol who was a receptionist at a couple of places I visited often. There was always a high turnover of the dommes but Carol was always there. We got friendly and once she even did the domination in her street clothes where we chatted about stuff while she beat the shit out of me and I licked her sneakers. She ended the session with a long slow hand job. Hope you enjoy the story. ...

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn. Chapter One: Acquisition Lord Charles Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family ...