Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback. The First Day For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity. ...
Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene. Chapter 1. A walk in the woods ...
Author's Note: A little Christmas cheer for the festive season. It is Christmas morning, 3.02am to be exact and one minute since I last looked at my phone. I’m crashed on Katie’s sofa after yet another row with Vic. Half a bottle of vodka and a joint has got me this far but after eating the last packet of crisps in the house and smoking my last cigarette the rest of the night is stretching ahead of me like a very long tunnel. ...
Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities. ...
“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly. “Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward. Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness. ...
Author's Note: Most of the dialogues are actually thoughts of the characters, and are in single quotes ‘. Actually spoken lines are in double quotes “. The story should get new chapters soon. This is one of my first stories, don’t hesitate to comment and point out the negative points, it’ll help me improve. Please do not modify this story and do not publish it somewhere else without my consent. If you liked it and want to share it, just give a link to this page, it will be the only one I’ll update. Thank You. ...
Author's Note: Sarah gets more than bargained for when a new girl moves in upstairs. Enjoy! Chapter 1 Sarah looked in the mirror with a sense of satisfaction. “Not too bad” she thought to herself. At twenty eight her body was still in great shape, her blonde shoulder length hair had been freshly cut and her new jeans and t-shirt, whilst nothing too exciting, fitted her well and showed off her slim but shapely hips and pert breasts. For once she was feeling good about herself. She had a good office job, a nice apartment in one of the better parts of town and so what if everyone else always seemed to be off having adventures or wild romances, she was happy with her quiet life. Much less stressful, she thought, to stay in and read a good book. There was no chance of any more heartache or self destruction watching a dvd was there? Or whilst cooking she thought hungrily and started to walk towards the kitchen. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah wasn’t used to visitors and wondered who it could be. Normally they would ring the outside bell. Ah! she thought it must be the new tenant upstairs, the landlady had told her she was moving in this weekend. Sarah opened the door which lead into the corridor shared with the upstairs apartment. Standing on the other side was a girl of eighteen with a curvaceous figure, dark, almost black hair, a black shirt and expensive looking, tight fitting shiny black trousers. She was beautiful and she knew it with her deep red lipstick and confident air. “Hi” she said as she rather condescendingly looked Sarah up and down “My names Trixie, I’m moving in upstairs today”. ...
Part 1 Amy had the perfect figure for a model, her slim shoulders curved into a tiny waist and then out over the cutest of hips and down into long slim legs. Yet she looked on jealously at the only other person in the gym. Sarah was sitting on the leg press where her strong athletic legs were moving almost half the stack of weights. Like Amy, the woman was in her early thirties and like Amy the woman had long brown hair in a ponytail. Amy observed the woman discretely, her white trainers with hidden socks leading up to muscular legs and on to an athlete’s butt. Her thighs in particular were from a Greek goddess, tanned and chiselled and flexing effortlessly with the weight. ...
I slept bound a few nights ago. A pair of leg irons locked together, a pair handcuffs locking my wrists together behind my back and a chain running between the two. When I sleep bound, especially in an “uncomfortable” position, the bondage usually is reflected in my dreams. I might be in public, handcuffed with my wrists behind me and nobody thinks anything is wrong Or I might have flashes of myself fumbling with keys, none of them working. Or (the best) sexual dreams where the dreams transform from lucid to “regular” (probably because the mind knows the wrists are still trapped and you find yourself cuffed again and again) I love these dreams. It’s not easy to start having them (since you have to be comfortable enough with your restraints to get to REM sleep, but uncomfortable for them to still be noticed), but having these dreams is very rewarding for me. ...
Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading! Chapter 1: The Introduction Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin. ...