Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it. ...
She couldn’t feel her knees at the moment, pressed hard onto the hard surface of the table. They were numb, tired of the constant pressure. She actually wished they still hurt. It would have made it a little easier for her to maintain her position if she were more aware of all her body parts. Mentally, yes, she was pretty damned aware of her body, if not so much physically. And she was getting plenty of other distress signals from other nerve endings. Why did they bother, sending her those “move me, stretch me, relieve me!” messages, didn’t they understand how pointless it was? And how relatively unimportant it was, compared with what was coming? ...
“I am inventor.” He said dramatically Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings?” She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organization, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect. ...
Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared. Chapter 1 [How is Starts] She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t! ...
Author's Note: Mack is hot. Literally: She’s sweating away under the scorching sun in the sweltering heat of a midwest summer. Seeking a place that is cool and free of the embarrassing stories (with pictures! Oh no!) of her childhood by her parents, she finds refuge in the one place her friend has forbidden her to go. And what she finds there might be more than she can chew… Mackenzie gave the steel shell door a shove with her shoulder and it burst open, causing her to nearly fall into the sweltering garage. As if the oppressive heat and humidity outside wasn’t bad enough… ...
Author's Note: A little background might give the reader a better understanding of what is to follow. I’m a successful, fairly well educated person, fun-loving and upbeat, with a variety of interests. I’m 60 years of age, 6’, 220lbs. and while not naturally submissive, slip easily into the bottom role. In fact, when aroused I experience intense masochistic cravings that allow a clever Domme to effortlessly manipulate me into wantonly and agonizingly suffering for her. I adore being visually teased and then, while tightly restrained, being subjected to heavy CBT (especially by electroshock) for my lustful attitude. ...
Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life. ...
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: Not recommended for the sane-minded person. Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity. In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react. ...
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.* ...