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Author's Note: I could do a part 2, but I wonder if its better like this. His tongue flicked wildly against her clit as she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Quick tingling sensations filled her body as he greedily sucked her clit between licks. “Oh my God…”, she moaned as her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy as her orgasm surged, he held his breath and flicked his tongue faster against her. Finally, her tense arched back slammed down against she came, pressing his face even harder against her throbbing pussy. After several spasms, her body finally collapsed back down on the mattress, and she released his hair allowing him to breath again. He lovingly and slowly traced the outline of her clit as she panted and recovered. After a while of running her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her up, she finally pulled him off her and up to lie with her. ...

Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic. But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie. Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our traveling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention… and a really great time in private. Friday night, after a full day of work and then the hassle of getting to the convention hotel, I spent probably too long hanging out and reconnecting with friends. It was late when I got back to the room, and I tried to be quiet, thinking Susan and Janie might already be asleep. When I got out of the shower, I knew something was up. ...

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story Chapter 1 Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by. ...

Author's Note: This is a relatively short and very mild story about a Vampire’s chattel. Most of the “bondage” element is implied or of a psychological nature. Mind-control because… they’re vampires! Bondage because… the main character IS bound, although I spend very little time describing it. You are forewarned. Marisa is hunting again. I can see that she’s surfing the Internet as I set the drink she requested down on the table beside her and wait to see if she’ll need anything else. I know she knows I’m watching her. It doesn’t take a psychic to figure that out. But I always wonder what it means when she doesn’t reprimand me for it. ...

Author's Note: A sexy whore-wife is anally used The submissive, blonde, masochistic and 25-y/o Drusilla’s thresh-hold for pain was high and she relished labeling herself an anal beast since she always wanted men to slug their large dicks into her ‘manure-pussy.’ Nevertheless, Liam, her white, dominant, handsome and 27-y/o husband often surrendered her to extremely degrading talk, gang-sex and cum-juice splattering her pretty face. And he bought a studio-quality camera prior to a certain event, because he was surfing the ‘Net, one August, Sunday afternoon, when he found a group, Knuckle-Them-Under.com., to which the white Chandler, Eli, Manuel and Samet belonged. ...

Author's Note: Quick and light story about a couple’s visit to a sex shop. My wife and I were visiting the south coast for a week, we’d both been working far too many hours recently and the time away was a much needed respite from the hustle of day to day life. Slowly we wove our way along the quiet quiet country roads, a sea view appeared here and there. ...

Author's Note: Following a discussion on Twitter about how clothing can be bondage on its own came up with this story of just using clothes to restrict movement. Feedback welcome. Raquel stopped in the middle of the shopping mall trying to catch her breath and relax before continuing on her walk. It seemed like a normal Saturday afternoon shopping trip, but it was nothing like a normal trip for her. ...

Author's Note: Here is an old story I found the other day. I don’t really have plans to continue the story, but if someone wants to make a continuation of the story feel free. Takes place in 2005 and yes it was written in 2005…. Part 1 I have been into bondage for a long time, but never had the gumption to ask anyone to participate. I did some self-bondage a few times when was a teen and it was very intense for me and I had feelings like never before when I engaged in those acts. The internet came out and I found there was a ton of people into bondage, I thought I was the only one, but still never had the balls to ask any girlfriend. ...

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer. “So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask. “Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.” ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. _How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.* 1: “Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not. ...