Consensual

Part One It was a little after four when the door of my hotel room opened. A perfectly manicured hand lifted the blindfold from the inner doorknob and quietly closed the door. I put down the book I was reading: BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO, and waited. She opened the door and confidently walked in, wearing the padded leather over her eyes. She pulled a small wheeled suitcase behind her. After locking the door, she quickly removed her blazer, blouse and skirt: carefully pacing them on top of her suitcase. Then she stood, facing the room…. ...

Monday Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation. ...

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape. ...

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”. Prologue It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold. ...

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters. i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there. ...

Now I’m your average male, in my late twenties, reasonable job, reasonably fit, some say reasonably handsome, own flat, car and a very cute girlfriend, Sandy. We do not live together, as I still want my freedom, but we do spend a lot of time together. About three months ago, during what was a drunken night, we started our voyage into bondage. We both discovered that we really enjoyed it and the bondage began to get heavier and heavier. After what seemed to be a very short period, my bedroom became a dungeon, we even had a travel bag, which contained most of the things we would need for weekend and holidays. ...

Skye is a 29 year-old woman with a passion for self-bondage. I first met her on a site for rubber fetishists and was drawn to her simple honesty. After discovering the wonders of latex, she had been introduced by a friend to the world of bdsm where she had tried self-bondage for the first time. She and her friend had subsequently gone their separate ways, and Skye realized that she had much to learn and asked for suggestions or helpful advice. ...

Author's Note: After ‘Dreams of Mirkada’ I was going to leave Sally in peace to have her baby rather than subjecting her to more humiliation and stringent bondage for our pleasure but I’ve had several emails asking for another Mirkada story and I couldn’t resist putting her through just a little more. I couldn’t resist the title either. For those who’ve read about Sally’s journey into ever increasing bondage and submission beginning with ‘When in Rome…’, and becoming increasingly intense through ‘Return to Mirkada’ and ‘Dreams of Mirkada’, this story sees her face up to the fulfilment of her desires. For those who haven’t read the previous stories, Professor Sally Frost is an academic and historian now living in Mirkada; a city where women must be subjected to bondage when they leave their houses and those who are not citizens must also be leashed. ...

Author's Note: This is a true account of the events of 13th July 2011, which my friend SNAP has kindly, and brilliantly, illustrated. SNAP and I have formed a collaborative relationship which I call ‘Remote Control Bondage’ – from the USA, Master SNAP gives me my instructions and I, Slave Jenny, put them into effect, in England. I hope you enjoy the picture and text – if so, let me know (readers of my stories know how much I appreciate feedback !). If there is sufficient interest, we will do this again. ...

Author's Note: Hay out there is my very first story. Let me apologies ahead of time for any big spelling and grammar errors. A really nice Image that goes with this story can be found on Reptileye’s DeviantArt _Update (2012/05/23):* Hay out there this is a remix or extended version of the first story I posted a some time ago. There should be fewer spelling and grammar errors this time around. Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.* ...