Consensual

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write from a male perspective, please be kind ! Part 1 Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, it was always the subject for my masturbation sessions during puberty, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. ...

Introduction - Hi, my name is Katherine, but my friends call me Kat, NOT Kate, and not Katie, and not Kathy, but just Kat. I turned 18 about 6 months ago, and graduated from prep school a few weeks ago. I’m bored and as horny as Hell for a good sexual adventure, as are my other girl friends. I’m 5 feet 10" tall, 125 pounds, with a well toned athletic body and long long lean legs topped by 35" hips. a 22" waistline, and I wear a 36C bra. My hair is a long lustrous shiny dark red, and I usually style it to curl around my breasts in front, and deep green eyes. I have 3 other BFFs. We all live on the same block, and have been friends since elementary school or sooner. First is Meagan, who lives 2 doors east of me on the same side of the street. She is probably the most personable of our lot, standing at 5'8", about 120 pounds, long curly brunette hair, penetrating deep brown eyes, super legs, a waist as narrow as mine, flaring out to 34"-35" hips, and a 36B chest. The houses on our block are all 3 story monstrosities, on huge lots, with a basement, and servant’s quarters on the 3rd floor, and usually a built-in elevator. ...

Donna knew she deserved her time out. She had no right to insult Rick’s mother the way she did. Not everyone had a talent for cooking. Just because Donna was a great chef didn’t mean that everyone was born with that gift. So when Rick’s mother stormed out of the house after Donna’s callous comment about her dry-as-sand meatloaf, Donna knew she was in trouble. “Time Out!” yelled her angry husband, Rick. “Two hours!” ...

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come. Part 1 Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him. ...

Chapter 1 Berlin had always dreamed of dominating Kade and today was going to be the day that she did so. As she got out of the car and walked towards his garage, she was concious that her vest was pulled down low enough to show a little cleavage - just enough to arouse him. Kade looked up as she came in. He grinned. She was so damn sexy that all he could ever think about was having sex with her. A lot of sex with her. He thrust out his chest; his open shirt falling back a little more to reveal more of his tanned torso. As she slunk up to him, he glanced at the little bit of cleavage that he could see. ‘Nice,’ he thought. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you. _Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!* Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02) Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away…. ...

Part I I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage. Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip. ...

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg). Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong! I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could. ...

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: This story is submitted for the Winterfetish contest. I’ll be continuing it further even after the contest. Chapter 1 “Wait, what?” Bonny wasn’t sure she had heard Ellie right. “I said, I want to buy you, Bonny,” Ellie said matter-of-factly, leaning back into her plush sofa. She crossed her stockinged legs for Bonny to see, and hoped her placid face would not betray the thundering beat of her heart in her chest. Sitting in Ellie’s beautiful family room with Bonny across from her, Ellie felt like she was floating. She had said it, which was most of the battle, in her mind. It was an amazing thing to do, and Ellie felt a rush of sexual energy course through her. She just prayed her long history with Bonny would save their friendship if Bonny didn’t like the question. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. Please be kind. English is my first language so grammar errors are my responsibility. However, be aware that for dramatic effect I have intentionally ignored certain sentence structure rules. “Guilty!” reported the judge as she banged her gavel. No! Can’t be. What? Were the first thoughts that cascaded through my head. It’s funny what you think about when you go into a type of shock. ...