Enema

Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him. The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul. ...

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation. ...

Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences. Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day. One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up. ...

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master “Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.” With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body. ...

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome. Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee. “Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way. ...

I hurried home from the office last Friday evening eagerly looking forward to spending the weekend as a chained and chastised slave bitch. I had been planning this for over a week and had everything waiting for me when I got home. First I stripped out of my clothes and got my chastity belt ready. I was going to use the remote-control vibrating egg with my chastity belt for the first time. The vibrating egg was originally bought by my brother-in-law C.B. Phile for a remote-control egg he was trying to make, but he never could figure out how to build it so my ex- Master Jason finished it back when I was still living with him. Jason also fixed it so it could be randomly turned on-and-off using a timer he got from Radio Shack. I never have used it before, so I was excited to see how well it would work. Anyway I threaded the cable from the egg through the slit in my chastity belt’s crotch then put the belt on. I had a little trouble getting the egg into my pussy and keeping the cable from slipping back through the slit, but once I had it up in me and locked the belt on it couldn’t come out. Then I put the free end of the cable and plugged it into the receiver box which clips onto the back of my belt’s waistband. Now I was naked wearing just my locked chastity belt with the remote control egg in my pussy. I was already excited knowing I would be stuck like this until I could get to the keys to my belt back at my office on Monday morning! ...

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it. ...

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. ...

Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...