Extreme

Author's Note: Whilst this is a full story in its own right, it is always possible to add more if there is enough demand. I woke up with a start, trying to move my hands I realised they were cuffed behind me, the stainless steel manacles were digging into my wrists from the tension of the chain coming from my manacled ankles. My back of my neck was sore from the 2" wide stainless steel collar that encircled it, not helped by the chain that was attaching me to the wall only 12" away. I was lying on my side, the only position in which I had been able to get anyway like comfortable, my legs ached, bent as they were towards my hands. ...

Author's Note: This is an extreme, filthy story written in the real world where, I hope, nothing even close to the scenario could happen to a person. It involves a life changing scenario with an unwitting participant - Sara - Who is studied to see how much control she could be subject to over a long period if time, while preforming a disgusting and repetitive task. It’s my first story on this site but I’ve been published elsewhere… with less over the top themes. This story was inspired by ’toilet trained’ by an author called archaic ragnarok and I honestly thought it would never see the light of day until I recently had an surge of motivation to finish it after over 4 years in the making. ...

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage. All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her. ...

Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a bondage story … I hope the reader approves. Chapter I Lori was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but quite pretty. She had a very athletic figure, thanks to her near-daily aerobic sessions. At 5'7", with a 36C-26-37 figure, she cut a very tempting feast. Her breasts were really half way between a C and D cup; not humongous, but very round and firm, with perky nipples that pointed straight out - or even slightly upwards. Her best features were her narrow waist and absolutely perfect rear end; round, fairly full, and nicely firm. ...

Part 1 I fought against the robot’s grip as they carried me to my fate. This wasn’t the first time I’d been captured, when you’re barely one hundred-twenty five pounds soaking wet, it happens. Problem is that my mistress… I mean my partner, I’m her sidekick, my partner always saves me. This time though, she’s already been taken down, so there’s no one to rescue me. We’d gone after Tech, a cybernetically enhanced villainess who commands nanites and other machines. She was always trouble, but we’ve always taken her down. Now I have to wonder if it had all been practice, that she’d been planning for today, learning from every defeat. This time she’d separated us, she’d done that before, using me as a pawn to manipulate Thumper. This time she’d targeted Thumper first, making sure to take her out, I guess I’m just a bonus capture since once Thumper was down I never stood a chance. ...

Author's Note: An interrogation performed by Torturess Angela and her lesbian assistant on a hapless man. Chapter 1 He was led down several sets of stairs and down a long darkened corridor. Two men beside him each holding one of his shoulders and moving him along briskly. His mind raced. He had lost track of how long it had been since the secret police (SP) had burst into his small apartment and accused him of being an underground operative. Was it hours or days his dazed mind wondered. A lack of sleep and not being able to know the time of day can be a very discomforting thing to the human body. That these kinds of things happened routinely in his country was of no surprise. What was a surprise however, was that it had happened to him. After a firm but surprisingly brief interrogation by an officer of the SP, in which he denied any knowledge of unground resistance activities, he was taken to a brightly lit holding cell. He judged the cell to be 5 feet by 5 feet in length and width. More of a closet in its dimensions, and left there with only a cup of tepid water. The room size alone was sufficient to ensure that he could not lie down to rest, since he was well over 5 feet in stature. There was no chair or bench in the room, so he could only sit on the cold cement floor, leaning up against the wall, knees upward toward his chest. His bare feet resting on the concrete. He was certain that the room was bugged and under camera surveillance. That was standard procedure. Thirsting after a long while, he drank the water down in gulps. Its bitter aftertaste lingering in his throat. Afterward, to his immense inner anger he noticed that there was no waste bucket or floor drain should he need to relieve himself. He needed to think and keep his mind clear. No foolish mistakes. He knew this was a deadly dance, innocent or not, and it was his turn on the dance card. ...

Author's Note: Special thanks to Tiffany Minx for inspiration and feedback. Feel free to let her know what you’d like to have happen to her in the next part… contact her at [email protected] Chapter 1: Little White Lies Tiffany McKinney sighed and brushed her long red hair out of her eyes as she finished her cup of coffee and returned to her work. It was late in the day on Friday and the rest of the staff had left long ago, but she was still here putting the finishing touches on her presentation to the CFO next week. She took great pride in being the youngest vice president in the history of the company. A combination of hard work, strategic flirting, and backstabbing her competition had put her on the fast track to success and she was reaping the rewards. She opened the slide deck to review her presentation one more time, and banged her desk in frustration. Her presentation was gone! ...

Prologue We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship. ...

Author's Note: I have ideas for part 2 and part 3 of this story, if this part is well received I will have to write the others. Part 1 I had been visiting Jade once a week for about 6 months, but had to cancel the last couple of appointments at the last minute, due to work problems - she had not been happy and had sent me a few text suggesting I was a time-waster and a few other things. ...

Author's Note: Jasmine loses a bet and becomes a slave to another Domme and learns how to become a slave for life Chapter 1 - The Bet Racheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme’s at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say “I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose”. Racheal took note that the mouthy Domme was African American and very lovely, but also arrogant. She was dressed in a white vinyl dress that showed off her larges breasts, and 6" heels. Racheal noticed her close friend Lana standing at the bar and joined her and ordered a white wine. The black Domme walked over and said “Hi, I am Jasmine” Racheal responded “I am Racheal”. “Nice to meet you” Jasmine said, “you are very lovely, have you ever been submissive as I would love to own you”. The Dommes at the bar turned around to see what was going on. Racheal, with a forceful voice said “Jasmine, I don’t serve anyone I own slaves”. Jasmine laughed and said “I’ll bet you on the football game tonight, winner gets the loser for a week, and I just can’t wait to have you as my slave. I will even give you the choice between the Lions and Packer and use the point spread from today’s paper if you have the guts to play”. Racheal said, “Let’s make it a month of slavery the loser serves, and I will take the Packers”. Racheal was grinning inside as she had heard on her radio, just before arriving the four offensive starters for the Lions had been suspended, and knew the morning line in the paper would not reflect it. Jasmine opening the paper said “WOW, the line is Lions getting 10. I will take that bet, sucker and look forward having you in chains” Shelia appeared behind the bar and said, “Girls lets do this right and get a signed contract between the two of you” as she winked at Racheal. Jasmine hesitated until Racheal said “afraid of losing the bet you wanted slave girl”. This pissed off Jasmine who grabbed the contract signed it without looking and said “you are mine now slut” Racheal signed the contract and Shelia took it and signed as the witness. ...