Electricity

Author's Note: Kelly and I go on our first movie date, and she finds out that she’s unstoppable. Kelly came to visit me again and says she wants to see a new movie that’s out called “Unstoppable”, well I’m ever the gracious host so I’m going to take her. What she doesn’t know yet is that I’m going to make sure that it’s an experience she won’t forget. I catch her getting out of the shower, before she even has a chance to grab her towel off the bar; I grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back. She starts mouthing off about needing to dry her hair, when I clamp my hand over her mouth and tell her sharply to shut up and mind her place. I turn her towards the vanity mirror and start drying her off, gently rubbing her body with the towel. She starts to relax and enjoy the sensual attention I giving her, caressing her smooth, soft skin with some extra love and caring as I reach her breasts. She moans softly as I work my way down her stomach and between her thighs, teasing her lightly with my fingers, before working down her legs to her feet. ...

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving. ...

Author's Note: (Some wee spoilers ahead): Meet Alistair and Riona McIntosh, who have got nasty plans for each other. And three burglars, who have got no plan at all… This is not a full-fledged BDSM-story, so you can keep your trousers on. Yet you will find a good deal of bondage with a general tongue-in-cheek overtone. ~ v1.0, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013 He was with her. She knew it. Riona knew the cheating bastard was doing that blonde slut this very second. Like he did for the last couple of weeks. ...

The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it. ...

Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy the story. Any comments would be greatly appreciated. Chapter 1 Desperate longing, desperate sexual desire course through my veins, consume me. A montage of images and scenes flood my mind, uncontrolled. Strong hands push me over a table. I’m helpless to stop my violation. Memories so fresh I can almost feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hard table, helpless to stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Leather restraints locked to cold hard steel keep me in place while a cruel crop bites into my tender flesh. Creamy thighs accentuated by a sexy skirt and oh so sexy shoes walking away from me, until all I’m left with is a view of the bars against the empty room and a desperate longing for her return. Soft tender lips passionately, lovingly, desperately kissing…a shoe. The image of a gold key against black nylon turns me into a wanton slut, please…Please…PLEASE! ...

Not again! OOOOhhhhhhh AAhhh AAhhh SSSshhhhhiiiittttttt. Ah Oh Wow. Wait a minute let me catch my breath. My name is Candy. No I am not a dumb blonde. I have Red hair that flows to 3” below my shoulders. I have a degree in Body Mechanics and Psychology And I am currently in a mess. Maybe I should tell you what my mess is. I love bondage. That’s not the mess. That get’s me into the mess. Tight I cannot move, tttooooootttttaaaaaalllll bbbbbooooonnnnnandge. Shit. My husband is a scientist. He specializes in body mechanics. Oohh Oh Oh Oh DDddaaammmmmn. Steve and I are working on the next generation of body armor and space suits. Crap AAAAaahhhhhhhhhh. Oh God that feels good. ...

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with. I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not. ...

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned… Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story! It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after. ...

After a busy day in the office Sharon finally arrived home to her large apartment on the 13th floor. Sharon was a young girl of 24 with blonde/brown hair and a slim body. Sharon was concentrating to much on her career that she had forgot about her social life. The boys always hit on her in the office or on the street, they all wanted her. They all wanted that tight pussy that’s between those sexy legs of hers, but Sharon had no time for all that. ...

Part 1 I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week. Monday I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then… we’ll see. ...