Extreme

Chapter 1 We were about a half-hour outside the city when I first started feeling uneasy. I was in a stranger’s car being transported down a highway at one o’clock in the morning, and the lights along the road were becoming less frequent, signaling our entry into the more sparsely populated countryside. Of course, it was only a vague uneasiness that I felt at that point. A premonition that this excursion would end up being an embarrassing story I would tell to my friends: the time I took a late night trip upstate with three random girls, all in pursuit of getting laid by one of them. I even somewhat relished the idea of telling that story. Sure, my friends would laugh at me, but they’d also kind of admire my dedication. It brought a smile to my face, anticipating the reactions of my friends to this little caper. And perhaps that was why I didn’t act on my uneasiness. ...

I loved every minute of it. Pay back is sweet. And just look at Sheila now. Her wrists are crossed and straped oh so tightly. Beyond tight. The straps cut deeply, almost cutting circulation. So do the straps pinning her elbows together above her head. And what a head. While she was unconscious I stuffed her mouth with her panties into one cheek and then my panties into the other. Then I pushed a nice hard ball in to pack it all in. Then a 2 inch plastic band pushing the ball even farther in. For good measure a 3 inch leather strap pulled with my utmost strength and buckled to seal the job. Now she would finally shut up. Great to have that vain self-adoring voice stopped. ...

Author's Note: Meg surrenders, knowing she will be broken and rebuilt as He sees fit. Chapter 1 The moment of truth, the moment when she could no longer escape, when her body was tightly bound and at the mercy of another, was always the same for Meg. It always aroused her. It always made her short of breath. It scared her, too, because she knew what could happen. She was no novice, and had offered herself to many dominants. ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Serves a Crowd “When she gets here you’re gong to act just like a dog and greet her properly.” Theresa said as she tightened the black rubber muzzle around Brittany’s head, forcing her jaw shut and covering her mouth. “Paws!” Theresa commanded and Brittany raised her fists up as her mistress placed leather bondage mittens over her hands and tightened them, rendering her hands useless. Then she placed leather ankle cuffs on her and a leather collar lined with O-rings. She was naked except for the leather bondage gear. ...

Author's Note: This is told from both sides of the relationship. Pure fantasy, enjoy ! _Update (2012/05/10):* It is over 2 years since I last added to this story, although I always liked it and wanted to finish it. I hope you feel it was worth it, please leave comments either way to let me know.* Derek: ‘Derek ?’ I recognised that tone of voice – kind of wheedling, like she wanted something expensive or was going to own up to denting the car or something. We had just had sex so she must have been thinking I’d agree to anything. ...

“I can take anything that you can dish out.” I drunkenly and mistakenly blurted out to my wife. “We’ll see, we’ll see.” She repeated with a knowing smile on her face. Skip to twenty-four hours later and my lovely wife is leading me into the bedroom. First things first she has me strip completely naked. She covers my eyes with a leather blindfold and jams a pair of her panties into my mouth. ...

Author's Note: A story that was initially intended to be my version of an internet favourite of mine. However, during the writing, it changed and lengthened. It will have a second part and if needed, possibly a third. Part One Hetty grunted softly then slowly rolled over in the king-sized bed and reached out a long slender arm aiming blindly towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. She missed out on grabbing it, but her hand landed close enough to knock it to the floor. ...

Chapter 1 Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response. ...

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...