Consensual

"…any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity." ...

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand. Part 1 “I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…” ...

Author's Note: I wrote this for myself in less than an hour while waiting for my Daddy to finish up at a graduation party. I know age play isn’t really big on this site but I’m tired of searching for DD/lg stories and finding terribly written stuff. I hope you guys at least give it a chance. Chapter One “No, Daddy, please?” I wailed, squirming under His touch. I had been a bad girl and threw a small temper tantrum at the mall. ...

Preface Tasha wrote, taking a chance. Not enough. The words were too easy for her to say. I didn’t know anything about her. But then she asked, offered, shared…it became more real; we seemed to be getting passed the bullshit. I thought I knew where she was coming from. She would tell me anything, anything, except who she really was. Fine by me, I didn’t want to know anyway. Just having a little fun. I already have a life, you know. ...

PROLOGUE As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal. ...

Prologue “Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!” Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation. ...

Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance. Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen. ...

Author's Note: First attempt at writing. Inspired by true events and wishful thinking. Any ideas on how to teach this smart-ass a lesson are welcome. Chapter 1 - Challenge Accepted “Awk even I could get out of that” Steph said with disdain as they watched the damsel on tv struggle in vain against her bonds. “Why are these girls in the movies so pathetic?”. “There’s no way you could” argued Chris. “Her hands are taped behind her back and she’s locked in a box!” Steph shook her head, “I’m telling you that would be easy, I’d be out of that and calling the cops in no time”. ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). Author's Note: A story written some time ago (A camera with film!) that I found recently and still enjoy. “I can’t believe I agreed to wear this,” you say to yourself. The skirt is short, barely covering the curve of your bottom. You feel the thong pressing between your legs, never letting you forget it is there. The halter top, the bolero jacket. All do their jobs–barely. The heels are the last element of the outfit–high, curving your legs deliciously. ...

Friday night I prepared by laying out the items that were going to be needed for the adventure on Saturday. This included a locking ball gag, 3" black leather posture collar, thin, black leather connecting strap, leather chastity belt, new powerful personal vibrator, handcuffs, thigh cuffs with small connecting chain, two small metal rings, my metal nipple clamps that were also connected by a small metal chain, my long black leather gloves, long black leather trench coat, and of course my black thigh high boots. I then went down to the local drugstore and picked up an 12 oz Fleet enema package and then went home to a nice dinner and long bath. ...