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(Rubber) Bound, For Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!)

“Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!”

A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening.

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways.

48 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her.

Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect.

72 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What goes throught the mind of a young woman who, due to extreme economical problems, has sold herself into slavery and now awaits the beginning of her new life?

Compounding the stress is the fact that her decision is not final until a prescribed waiting period has been completed.

April signed the agreement; she put the pen on the desk and slowly stood up. She then watched as the woman seated on the other side of the desk turned the papers around and carefully flipped through the pages insuring that each of the required places for initials had been properly marked and that April’s signature was properly placed and dated. Seemingly satisfied she placed the paperwork into a file the tab of which showed April’s full name and the date of April 2, 2012, her date of birth, eighteen years ago today. The woman nodded to a woman standing near the door. The woman stepped forward holding something silver in color in front of her.

A Beautiful Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This came out quite a bit longer than I originally intended.

Part 1

It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion.

A Birthday Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! It’s my first time writing something like this and I look forward to reading your feedback in the comments. I plan to continue working on and developing this story as time permits. Hope you enjoy the story!

Part 1

The lipstick was cool to the touch as Amber gently applied the bright red color to her lips. Taking the greatest of care to not smear it, she popped the cap back on the stick and sat it on the vanity counter. A big smile spread across her face as she stared, more than satisfied, at the reflection in front of her. Long blonde hair glowed in the evening sun as it curled and cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her gentle face and crystal blue eyes. Bright red lips added a shock of color and seduction to her face. A thin white silk robe wrapped itself around her slender frame, teasing the suppleness of her chest and the nudity beneath.

A Dance in the Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You know the girls dancing in those cages at clubs? Sometimes on a pedestal, sometimes suspended over the raving crowd? Ever wondered how they ended up there and what makes them move all night?

Despite the allegedly soundproof glass Bianka felt the vibrations at her eardrums, in the pit of her stomach, in the tip of her pen. The bass pounded its way through every structure, item and living being in the whole building. It was the heartbeat of the club, and with the small hours of the night being near it was hammering wilder than ever. If the owner, manager and icon of Club Noir were to turn around from her desk, she would be able to overlook the main floor through the glass wall of her office. She would see the fetish folk celebrating its own depravity, loosing itself in the dark world the legendary Bianka Schönfeld provided. A world of masks and collars, of monogloves and hobble skirts, where leather was the new lace and black the new black. To the left the long cool-lit bar ran in a wide arc alongside the clubbing area, which in turn bordered at the right on the VIP lounge. Further in the back the entrance to the lower levels awaited those in search for more titillating activities. The rooms for this spicy kind of entertainment were soundproof, for sure.

A Dangerous Con

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Every plan has a risk of failure. Every plan has unintended consequences. But sometimes the risk and consequences are so great that the plan should have never been undertaken.

Who would have thought that China would be the vehicle that brought the world economy not just to its knees, but flat on its face? They called it the bursting of the real estate bubble. As it turned out over half of China’s economic boom was based upon real estate development. Development that continued long past the time it was clear that there was no one to occupy the properties being built. Huge modern high-tech ghost towns sprung up replacing farmland and then grew as if waiting for some alien visitors to appear and move in.But, there was no one to take the space and although millions lived in abject poverty they had neither the desire nor the ability to move into these newly created areas.

A Dangerous Family Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Game Players:

Carina, or Carrie, that’s me – age 18, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 165 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/30 waist/42 hips.

Cassandra, my mother – age 40, height 5 foot 11 inches, weight 160 pounds. Measurements, 40C bust/32 waist/40 hips.

Janine, my grandmother, Cassandra’s Mother – age 59, height 5 foot 10 inches, weight 170 pounds, measurements, 42D bust/34 waist/44 hips.

The two people closest to me are my mom and my grandma. Mom and I have been a single parent household for a long time now, and grandma Jan is so often involved with us too. We are all lesbians and a bit kinky, and all pretty much Domme too. But we don’t compete or try to push each other around, everyone’s comfortable. And we are not sexual with each other, but very open about our sex lives and preferences and kinks. I’m close to mom now, but right after the divorce, it was kind of difficult for me to communicate with her. She was loving and did her best with me, and I realize now that I was just generally hurt and confused at that time. So when I was discovering my sexuality I would always go to grandma Jan to ask questions and talk about things that were on my mind. She was really my mentor, sexually and as a Domme. I finally relaxed with mom too, and we were also very frank and open about the same things.

A Final Curiosity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

A Game of High Stakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life.

There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month.

A Good Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was inspired by this picture

So, what have we here? A cute little cowgirl.

Come over here, cowgirl. Mistress wants to play. Mmm, you have such nice big tits. They’re going to be so fun to squeeze. And such lovely hair, too! I just want to stroke it all day long.

Let’s go over here away from everyone else. Whoa, careful on those little hooves! I’d hate to see my pretty little cowgirl fall and hurt herself.

A Kitten and Her Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please note, this is not the full story, merely the first chapter. I will be be publishing additional chapters if this is well-received.

Three college students are vacationing at a friend’s mansion when a crew of slavers breaks in and forces them to submit, eventually turning them into slaves.

Chapter 1

Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness.

A Lesson in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m beginning to think j have a thing for teachers! Tell me what you think and I may just write more…

I took a sip of the cold tea to wash the taste of cum from my mouth. A hesitant knock sounded from my office door. Quickly I checked my reflection in the small mirror, after satisfying myself that I’d not missed any spots I raised my voice.

A Long Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : I’ve drawn a great deal from pleasure posting “1st and Goal” and other stories here, and the positive responses they’ve garnered. I plan to continue posting most of my older works, but am starting off with something new. Updates for this one will not be as frequent, as it is a work in progress.

My plans also include publishing my complete stories (for a nominal fee) at a website used by several authors here. Information on this will be forthcoming. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy…

A Maid's Reward

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Originally published on my deviantArt, but I figured why not publish it here as well. Enjoy Ariana and Zelda’s antics, and the picture that goes along with it: https://www.deviantart.com/theboundbard/art/A-Maid-s-Reward-STORY-LINK-IN-DESCRIPTION-740963637

Ariana had seemed a little…or rather, very suspicious when she called Zelda about hanging out tonight. “My place is a little messy, but don’t worry, it’ll get taken care of!” Followed by some giggles. Despite that, Zelda had still come over at 6 o’clock, with movies, snacks, and their normal sleepover stuff. Which of course, meant rolls of duct tape, gags, and other such fun materials. She was about to knock on the door, only to have it open right as she was reaching. “Hey Zelda!” Ariana exclaimed with joy, happy to see her best friend. She gave Zelda a big hug, almost making her drop her bag.

A Model Worker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story I have commited to “type”. There are several more ideas bouncing around my head including a couple of further installments of this story.

I am testing the water with this one, and if there is a positive reception then I will work on the others. Constructive critisism welcome =)

Chapter 1: A Shopping Trip

Laura Reynolds sighed as she stared impassively into the store window. She cast her eyes over the characterless fashion paraded in front of her by lifeless figures. She amused herself thinking even the mannequins looked bored wearing it. How many times she gone through this same ritual today? A new outfit was needed for tonight’s party but Laura had wasted nearly all of her morning wandering from one faceless high street chain to another each time leaving disappointed, fed up and empty handed.

A Piece of Art

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two sisters become a beautiful decoration for a wealthy, sadistic woman

They were sisters. They had to be sisters. That’s what she wanted. And she was used to getting exactly what she wanted. Money was never an issue. Her agents had been trucking them for a few months and when the time was right they made sure no one would search for them. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt’s house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial “encouragement”.

A Plague of Ponies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned.

This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure.

A Proper Rope Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Jane had found me spread-eagled chained in self bondage to my hallway wall. A magic wand vibrator was torturing my fanny, wringing out an uncountable amount of orgasms. I was a shaking sweaty mess and sore from the constant vibrations, but unable to resist the urge to come over and over again. Jane proposed we take turns tying each other up. That night I had my first girl/girl sexual experience.

A Request By Master Darios

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As you will read below, I was instructed to recall an extremely embarrassing (yet arousing) adventure in self-bondage for a good friend of my Master who resides in the U.S. With His permission I will include His request so as to set the stage for my recount. slave jenny xxx

(Please note: Master Darios writes under the pen name mrhungry, please check out his stories)

My dear slave jenny,

A Shocking Development

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

During the past week Derek and Ginger discussed moving in together. Definitely a precursor to marriage. While Ginger expressed willingness, two months were left on her lease and Derek’s studio apartment was too small. They agreed to investigate alternatives.

On Friday, in celebration of their six-month anniversary, Derek took Ginger to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Ginger felt a bit naughty and bought a dress especially for the evening. She wanted to dress to impress Derek and demonstrate her appreciation for his love and attention. Her pale pink dress was an architectural marvel which displayed her curvature with style and taste while never failing to simultaneously emote sexuality and desire. The back of the dress was another issue altogether. The back of the dress didn’t exist. The only thing displayed from Ginger’s bare shoulders all the way down to the cleft of her ass was skin. The magic trick was a delicate silver chain across her back that kept the dress from falling away from the front of her body.

A Slave to Fashion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda. Although much of this story is my original work, I attempted to seek permission to write this story, but all of her known e-mail addresses are inactive.

Part 1

Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

A Video for Jeff

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story over a decade ago and it was included in my first published book. The book is no longer in print, so I’m offering the story here for free. Enjoy and comment as you will. Bondage blessings to you all.

Part 1

All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset.

A Wonderful Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room.

With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted.

AdultWebOnline

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;)

Part 1

It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too.

Adventures In Alanya

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I

The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university.

Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm.

Akane's Kitten

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo.

I was having troubles starting on it, so I took a lot of ideas from PET, Inc- An awesome story you can find on this site-from another author.

Alana's Boutique

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone non-consensual play in reality.

Part 1

Molly was stressed out. Working a full time job while simultaneously taking night classes tended to have that effect on people. With the little time off she had, she often spent it cooped up in her apartment watching TV or browsing the web. During one of her searches, she came across a nearby boutique that had just opened in her area that claimed to specialize in a new facial scrub and body wrap combo that was guaranteed to be unforgettable. To Molly, it sounded like the perfect type of thing to get all the stress out of her system. If only she had the time…

Alice's Change of Life - Posts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit

A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life.

Alisha's Saturday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

Allison & Emily: A Love Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

“Hello?” Emily had just reached the phone in time, barely hearing it ring over the noise of her shower. It was near noon on Sunday, and no one else was home; her mother, father and brother had already left for the football game. Season tickets. That meant she had the house to herself every Sunday throughout the fall. In exchange for letting her brother go to every game, Emily received a new computer. A great deal, considering she hated football. What she really wanted was to get out on her own. College couldn’t come soon enough.

Allison's Pilates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first stab at submitting a story, so I’d love feedback. It’s a pretty innocent story, so far anyway :)

Part 1

That was the unassuming name of the fitness class I had chosen. Why did I choose it over the others? It was the only one I had actually heard of before, mentioned by the wife of a colleague at a boring work event. And she didn’t look particularly fit and healthy. I mean, she was skinny and all that, but I just assumed the class couldn’t have been that hard if she was continuing to do it. She called it ‘unconventional’, but if we spent the whole time sitting around eating tea leaves and chanting I wouldn’t care … you see, this was a work initiative. HR had decided that to keep everyone’s minds healthy, we all had to sign up for at least one fitness class. Annoyingly, they would also be liaising with the fitness instructors to make sure we completed our classes, with the threat of repercussions if we didn’t. I can’t imagine how much time they wasted on this stupid idea, but somewhere some sycophant probably got promoted for it. It you want to save money, sack the guy who came up with this idea…

Almost Deserved Retribution

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play.

Part One

Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand.

A Bit About Me.

I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago!

Amazonian Agonies The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 2nd story in the series involving my hapless heroine Suzzanne (the 1st is published here). After the 1st i was advised by other writers to actually write a story with theme so this one is a bit longer and hopefully has a beginning, middle and an end

CHAPTER 1

Suzzanne stepped off the loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at 42,000 feet. This was only the second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000 feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission.

Ambers Downfall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school’s staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it’s rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn’t even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings.

Amy and the S&M SS

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan)

Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN

THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck.

THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either.

Amy in Leathershop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It has an open ending, and I might write a sequel when I get some free time and more good ideas.

Amy went to the shop to buy a leather coat. The shop sells a wide variety of leather items, even some strange ones, and they aren’t separated much from the ordinary ones. Items are ordered so randomly that she has found the perfect coat near the leather corset, something resembling the corset but smaller and differently shaped, and a strange bag-like item that she couldn’t figure out what could it be.

Amy's Bondage Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. “Man, I wish I had bigger boobs,” she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing.

It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn’t stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy’s name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape.

Amy's Requests for Assistance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever desired something so much that you’ll go to any lengths to achieve your goal, even if the way ahead is fraught with dangers?

That’s what Amy was forced to do in her quest for the fulfilment of her dream.

But when she turned to blackmail in an effort to reach her personal Nirvana, it turned out that she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

An Accidental Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The ambulance pager jarred me awake. I rolled out of bed, glanced at the clock and grabbed my cloths all in one, practiced motion.

“Shit, only 10:30,” I swore softly, but in good humor. Since my wife was killed ten years earlier I had started talking to myself. In her memory, I had founded the ambulance service that now demanded my undivided attention.

“The tone,” the dispatcher started, “is for ambulance 69A1 respond code 3 with duty crew to 19 Maple Lane for a possible heart attack. Maple Lane is off Deer Run Road. To all responding units be advised the roads are snow covered and very slippery. Repeating. . .”

An Errand for Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism!

I. Preparation, Part 1

She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now.

Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for.

An Innocent Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love feedback! Any spelling/grammatical errors? What do you/don’t you like? And, most importantly, what would you like to see Sarah train Elyse for? Let me know in the comments below!

Chapter 1

If someone had told her two weeks ago that she’d sign her away six months of her life for some weird BDSM ashram-type situation, Elyse d’Amour would have laughed in their face, slapped her knee, told them they were delusional, then ask them to leave so she could finish whatever episode of reality television she was currently watching.

An Unexpected Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!”

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Andrea and the FetFair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday) if you haven’t already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I’m planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it’s getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

Andrea and the Full House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them.

“So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant.

Andrea and the New Normal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 9th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“You know, this has actually been really nice,” Andrea said as she slowly walked arm in arm along the waterfront with her date. She had been dreading it, a setup by a roommate, but it had actually not been a bad night. The food was good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature.

Andrea and the Uncertain Future

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 8th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.

“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.

Andrea's Eventful Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a self-contained story, but I plan on making it part of a larger series. The characters will continue but on to different events later on. I don’t know how many parts I’ll do but I’m planning to make at least a few more before reaching the end I have in mind.

This is set in a world slightly in the future with technology a little better than our own. I try to keep it within the realm of likelihoods based on things being developed and tested currently. Even still, it does give it a sci-fi-ish feel at times, hopefully that’s not overpowering. This is just a work of fiction and not meant to represent anyone real.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Angela Gives Up Her Cunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Silvia finally convinces 18 year old Angela to take their online bdsm games to the real world. Angela accepts Silvia as her mistress for Silvia’s use and meets her for the very first time…

Chapter 01

Silvia bent down and started to remove Angela’s panties, slowly sliding them off the standing girl’s body, exposing the 18 year old trembling sex. She could feel Angela’s tense anticipation build as her last illusion of sexual control was slipped off her legs and tossed aside.

Anita

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second attempt - now with a serial. Comments are welcome. As english is not my mother tongue, also comments on grammar, writing etc.

Part two will follow as soon as possible.

Part 1

Anita stood in front of the large, black, latex-covered four-poster-bed and smiled. It was an evil, almost devilish smile as she watched her victim squirming in agony on the latex-covered mattress.

Karla, the “lady of the house”, was a 45 year old blonde, almost two meters in height, not really slim and with some endless legs and rather large, double D breast - and at the moment, she laid there in front of Anita, completely stretched out in an extreme spread eagle position, with white, crotch - high ballet boots at her feet and legs, a far too tight metal chastity belt around her waist, a white latex corset (which was presumably also far too tight, as Anita had put enormous effort in lacing it up as hard as she could - and a bit more) around her torso, a cruel rope harness around her large breast, clover-clamps at her nipples and a white latex hood (also being tightly laced up), which only had two holes for the nostrils to provide the possibility to breathe, at her head. To be precise, the hood also had two eyeholes and a zipper for the mouth, however, at the moment, the zipper was securely shut and the eyeholes were covered with eye-patches, which were held in place by press fasteners.

Another Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Back in the spring, Kari came to visit me. She brought her boyfriend Tim with her. They’ve been dating for about a year but we’ve both known Tim since college so it is like we’re old friends. Kari explained to Tim how we played together back when they started dating. It was always a condition of the relationship that she’d continue to play with me and he was only too happy to agree (especially since he got to see the photos). Kari asked me shortly before this visit how I would feel if Tim watched us play. I was hesitant at first but realized that I was quite comfortable with him and having him watch us would make things more exciting. Rather than just imagining that a camcorder was broadcasting to the city or etc. there would actually be someone there watching. It also opened up other possibilities… Anyway, after a bit of discussion, we both agreed to involve Tim. Kari added Tim to the call and we discussed limits. We all decided we’d be most comfortable if for our first role play it was mostly Kari and me with Tim being invited in when we wanted him.

April and Jenny's Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My roommate, Jenny, and I were without plans one Friday night so we spent the evening drinking margaritas and playing around the Internet. We stumbled across a chastity belt site and were both pretty surprised that such things still existed. For the next several hours we looked at photos and read stories and talked about these things. Finally, after enough margaritas, we decided we would order one. Since we are both about the same size we could order one belt that would fit either of us.

Ariel's New Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“So you already owe me for 3 months rent and now you’re telling me you lost your job?”

“I’m so sorry Ariel! I’ll do whatever I have to to make it up to you! I’ll find another job or whatever you want. Just please don’t kick me out. I have no where else to go!” Holly pleaded.

Ariel put her hands on her hips, glaring at her roommate. “Why should I listen to anymore of your bullshit? You have enough money to buy more of those fishnet stockings you love wearing every fucking day but can’t afford to pay your share of the rent!”

Audrey's Roommate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a long term story, check periodically for updates

Katie waited for her roommate Audrey to leave the house, then closed her bedroom door. Unfortunately she didn’t have a lock on her door, but she knew Audrey would be gone for at least a few hours.

So Katie went to her dresser and pulled out her fuzzy handcuffs, the kind with a safety latch so she could release herself whenever she needed to. Then she pulled out her vibrator, ballgag, and bondage tape and laid down on her bed.

Bad Decisions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Evie has a history of making bad decisions. Now every decision is a bad decision.

Starting at chapter 3, each chapter splits as you may proceed like a “choose your own adventure” style story. I’d love to hear your feedback.

Chapter 1: Bad Decisions

Evie awoke with a groan on the hard cement floor. She fought back a wave of nausea as she tried to recall what happened last night. She had decided to go out with her friends to celebrate quitting the job that she hated. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next with her life, but she really needed to blow off steam. So, equipped with her sluttiest skirt and her favorite “fuck me” pumps she went out to the club to party and forget that she had no job, no savings, and no prospects. Besides, other than the cover, the drinks were going to be on all the gullible guys at the club. A flirty smile, and a shake of her tits, and they had fallen over themselves to buy her drink after drink. She spent a fair amount of time with a particularly handsome guy who had an unusual interest in who she was there with and whether she had any family in the area.

Bad Divorce

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native tongue, so please don’t be to harsh when judging this… I have started Chapter 2 but when I will post it is anybody’s guess

Me: me Yvonne: a young Pam Anderson after her first boob-job Veronica DeOrcy: Lucy Liu (with bigger boobs ) Eli DeOrcy: Summer Glau

Chapter One

I can say, almost to the minute, when my life turned to the living hell it has been for a couple of years now.

Be Careful What You Write

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part of what will be an ongoing series of adventures with Sarah.

Sarah stood and looked at her reflection in the shop window.

“Not bad, chick.” She murmured to herself.

“Dress like a sexy secretary, trying to seduce her boss.”

Tasha’s request had been very specific.

Sarah had tried her best, her reflection displayed an attractive woman in her mid twenties. Her shoulder length, ash blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail which accentuated her elfin features. She wore a snug white silk blouse that was so thin that it did little to hide the black half cup bra underneath. Below, she wore a pencil line skirt which didn’t quite reach her knees. Her shapely legs were set off with black stockings. Sarah adored the feeling of stockings and suspenders, even if Tash would not see them, it made her feel the part of the seductress better. 3 inch patent heels compensated somewhat for her diminutive 5'4 inches. All in all, she looked hot!

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Don’t try this at home, it probably won’t go well for you!

Part 1

Lisa loved her bed. Not in a weird way, just in that it has always been there in her life. She grew up in that bed, cried in that bed, laughed in that bed. She had her first kiss there, and her first orgasm. A large and ancient thing handed down from her late grandmother when Lisa was only tiny, it was built solid, with four thick wooden legs, each with a round bedknob on top. A steadfast companion throughout her life.

Beginnings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This story began a few months ago, when Steve and Janet moved into their new house after Steve got a big promotion at work and was asked to relocate. They made an interesting couple: Janet was a beautiful and submissive housewife, and Steve was the typical workaholic, always too busy to pay attention to his wife’s needs.

Next door lived Clara, a 21-year-old who had taken a particular interest in Janet’s submissiveness. She was the only daughter of a very wealthy family, but her parents worked most of the day and had little time to check on their daughter.

Behind Closed Doors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 Natasha was out of control and her poor mother was at the end of her tether. Even though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”. Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers she was toying with. She was so worried she could not sleep.

Marsha was a divorced mother whose husband had run off with another women when their daughter was twelve. Since then the girl had gradually become more and more defiant. With her mother working full time to make ends meet the girl had far too much time on her own and there seemed little Marsha could do to stem the tide of disobedience.

Betrayal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Two Les lovers and their shady druggy companion spend a weekend of S&M fun in a secluded retreat. And are set upon by sadistic Les bikers.

Part 1

Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying. As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases.

BFFs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Bird in a Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.

She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul’s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic “insurance policy”.

Birthday Bicurious

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If this story is well received, I’m planning on several more continuing on from where this one leaves off.

Chapter 1

Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t like boys - I did - It’s just that they didn’t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn’t shunned or anything - but I also didn’t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn’t much interested in sex with them, so I’d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more… accommodating.

Birthday Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and for a special treat I decided to give him a unique present - ME! I began by going shopping for the most drop dead, jaw dropping lingerie that money could buy, or at least within my budget. After trying on a variety of outfits I chose a skimpy black torsolette that hung from my breasts and hugged my curves down to my hips, suspenders held up very sheer stockings and my sex was just covered by the thin cloth of the G-string. His eye’s would pop out of his head when he saw me in these and my planned evening was just beginning.

Blackmailed by Mistress Klaw

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story! As with all of my stories, this is based on a real life experience. It is told as it happened, with some minor edits.

For those who are wondering, my name is pronounced just like “Eileen”.

Part 1

Two weeks ago I got a call from Kari. She told me that she’d be coming to visit me that weekend. Naturally, I was thrilled! I don’t get to see her nearly enough. Anyway, she told me that she couldn’t get a flight Friday evening so she’d be arriving very early on Saturday morning. It meant I wouldn’t be able to make plans for Friday night but I knew it would be worth it. I don’t get to see Kari very often!

Blackmailed into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was a hot July day and I had the house to myself for the day. My mom and step-dad were out visiting his family for another few days and my step-sister was going to be at work for many more hours. We live in a narrow row house where I have the whole top floor as my room. I thought this would be a perfect time to try out my favorite new hobby, a little self-bondage.

Blissful Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – The Best Laid Plans

Angelica was looking forward to this Saturday for the past week. She shared a quiet two-bedroom house in a Boston suburb with her roommate and best friend Tiffany. The two of them were joined at the hip growing up through college so it seemed logical they should live together as well. Being women of taste, they decided to rent a house instead of a small apartment to give themselves a real sense of home and privacy. The two of them have been quite happy over the past year and even adopted a dog to share their home with.

Bondage Barbie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Requisition

Just after dark around 6 pm, I had slipped the lock on the side door and now waited as she returned to her house through the connecting door from the garage. The leather bag with a drawstring opening was ready. As she moved passed me with her arms full of packages, I whipped it over her head and pulled the string closed around her neck. The packages fell as I reached around and grabbed both her wrists forcing them behind her back. Before she could react I snapped on a pair of handcuffs; there was no chain between them so they held her wrists tightly together.

Bondage Boutique

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please feel free to leave suggestions.

Chapter 1

The Shop… or as its owner, Glenda styled it, the Boutique… was an old detached cottage placed well back form the street. Nothing marked it out as unusual or unique from any other business in the quiet street. The windows were tinted making it impossible to see what or who was inside. The only thing that made the building standing out from the rest of the street was a pretty hand-made sign with “Rose Acre Boutique” painted on. What exactly the Boutiques business was a mystery to anybody who happened to notice it.

Bondage Co-Eds

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

“I need to get ready for mid-terms!” Mai-Li whined.

“So do I.” Ada said as she unbuttoned her roommates blouse. “But I also have to make sure my cookies are still here when I get back.

“Cookies?” Asked the Asian girl, wearing only her white silk bra and panties.

“Cookies.” Ada confirmed, “A large package of Lemon Oreo’s. Either I lock them away or I bind you. This way is more fun. Now arms behind your back.”

Bondage Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the beginning of a long story. I really hope you like it because I’ll be writing it for a long time.

PROLOGUE

Forty-seven years ago

“This sucks! Just because I got fired (Stupid boss don’t know nuthin’) I gotta help my stupid Uncle sort this shit.

“It will be fun, you’ll learn stuff,’ Bullshit. When he said it was from a castle, I thought there’d be iron maidens and chastity belts and stuff.”

Bondage Warehouse Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extended/alternate ending also exists! You can read it here.

It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well.She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them.

Bondagent - Mission Golden Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A parallel story to ‘Bondagent - Mission Dark Cloud’, not essential reading before this one as this is a ‘stand-a-lone story’ but of interest if you like background to some of the characters.

1. Assassin

This was a much better mission, far more suited to my natural skills as an assassin than my previous task, basically baby-sitting the new girl Sandy Dearing or at least keeping ob’s on her and her apartment while she infiltrated the terrorist organisation in operation Dark Cloud. Although it had been effectively a year’s rest from front-line duties and getting to play with Sandy in bondage was a huge and enjoyable bonus; so good I still meet up and play with her whenever the opportunity arises; her and her girlfriend ‘Bronze’ Debbie and to get to do sexually evil things to them both.

Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Recruitment

Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it.

I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city.

Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too.

Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples.

Boudoir Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Josephine is organising a franchise party at her home but this isn’t for cosmetics and tupperware.

I am hosting a Boudoir Party. Boudoir is a company that sells sex, not pornography I stress; adult toys, costumes, games. We all have our excuses for girls’ nights; book clubs, gourmet meals, clubbing, in my case I’ve chosen Boudoir.

Little Slutty Hannah is the first to arrive, looking perfect as she always does, in the costume I have chosen for her; I am perhaps cruel in my sobriquet, but Hannah is the youngest of our group and the closest to a WAG; she pert and pretty, her lustrous dark hair always immaculately coifed, her make up perfect, false nails and eyelashes, her body toned and tanned. Tonight she wears a short white strapless PVC minidress and matching thigh boots, around her throat is a white leather collar from which dangles, tantalisingly, a gold ring.

Bound Anticipation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She’d been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address.

Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she’d spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned.

Bound to Order

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a dark and stormy night!

No, really, it was. Well, in fact, it was late evening but it was dark and the rain was pelting down as I waited for my prey. The one I was after seemed to go for fashion rather than practicality and obviously, as I had counted on, didn’t bother listening to weather forecasts.

I had watched her entering the office building earlier, before the forecasted rain started; dressed in a very smart, fawn coloured hip length coat. Smart yes, any protection in even a light drizzle no. She was very beautiful and very vain about her appearance. Now me, I was completely waterproof.

Bound Together in Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

My name is Samantha, and I have a story that I’d like to share with you.

The story I am about to tell will sound strange coming from me because normally I am very shy. It happened just over a year ago now, but the memories of those events are forever in my mind. They have shattered my view of sexuality. But first let me give you a little background into my life.

Bra from Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Britney's Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The buzzer sounded, indicating someone was at the door of the apartment building downstairs. Before Denise could cross the room to answer it, it buzzed again. “Sweet Jesus,” she muttered. “Yes, where’s the fire?” she asked, unable to hide the annoyance from her voice.

“Denise, it’s Britney, I didn’t know where else to go,” came back a desperate voice.

“Oh, Britney. Wasn’t expecting you today, why don’t you make your way up and tell me what’s going on,” Denise said.

Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Brittany Serves a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training

“Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany.

Brittany Visits Mistress Madelyn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on.

Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied.

Brittany's Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read as its own story or as a sequel to ‘Brittanys New Life’

After what seemed like an eternity Brittany had finally fallen asleep despite the enema, butt plug, and constant tug on her nipples from her bondage mittens being attached to her nipple rings. It felt like she had only slept for a few seconds when she heard the cruel laughter of Mistress Theresa and Alyssa as they entered the room.

Brittanys New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Always happy to write more!

Brittany woke up on the floor and realized she was blindfolded, her arms were zip tied behind her back, and there were zip ties binding her ankles and thighs together, and a piece of duct tape over her mouth. After a few minutes she felt her blindfold being pulled off, and the light in the room blinded her so all she could see was the shape of a woman who was in good shape but had a very large ass.

Busted by Max

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First part of a saga. I got started and it kept going, and going, and going. . . I wanted to post what I have so far to get some feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

Part One

Steve hated getting called into work on his day off. He was hoping to spend the day with Max his current partner and pet. Steve was a K9 officer with the local county sheriff and Max was his latest partner. Steve’s previous dog had to be retired after biting the throat of a worthless drug dealer. Steve was back at duty at the international airport. Although Steve and Max usually spent most of their time sniffing around in the cargo section, the K9 unit was occasionally supposed to come upstairs and patrol the incoming passengers of international flights. So Steve and Max spent the majority of their time this morning walking up and down the lines of people waiting to go through customs. If Max would show an interest in someone, Steve would signal the customs agent and they would scrutinize things much tighter and conduct a physical search of their baggage. It rarely happened, but the system worked pretty well. Max had never had a false hit so far and was really subtle in marking someone.

But It Started As A Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Well, maybe I had gone a bit too far! She certainly looked uncomfortable and the whines coming from behind the gag were somewhat plaintive.

However, the pulley wheel only needed a few more turns to complete the exercise and she was not exactly in a position to stop me; so I continued.

When we started she was in her crotchless skintight kid leather cat suit. As soon as I had added the very stringent single arm glove that locked her elbows and forearms touching behind her back, I forced her jaws wide apart around an open ring gag. Usually the next step was the boned corset and she seemed surprised when that didn’t happen.

Caged Lovers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Cam Whores

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Cammy's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her.

When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter.

Card Trick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An enterprising college student learns to become more responsible

The alarm wouldn’t stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn’t stop.

Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin’ bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening.

My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor.

Catherine - Captured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All Catherine wanted, after a hard day’s work, was to get home and have a nice hot bath.

But instead her cab ride home turned into a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape, and soon she was forced to reconsider exactly where ‘home’ might be.

Part 1

The fact that the taxi took only five minutes to arrive from the time she’d phoned and requested it, should probably have warned Catherine that everything wasn’t quite as it should be. However, although the cab company’s receptionist had informed her that there would be a wait of around half an hour before a car would be available, Catherine thought nothing of the early appearance of her means of transport; being merely grateful that she would be getting home earlier than she’d assumed, and anxious to get a hot bath and something to eat after a busy day at the studio.

Caught in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce my self i am as known to all my friends as viper so we’ll keep it that way. I am a georgious 19 year old with nice c cup breasts and a clean shaven body that all men dream of.

Well i’ve ben doing self bondage since i was 13 and have ben reading stories ever since i love to be tied up gagged and best of all naked.

Caught in the Rain

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This originally written piece re-creates a story whose title and author I unfortunately cannot remember. To my knowledge, it’s no longer available online, as it was part of Mason’s Tied and True Tales, a site which unfortunately was taken down before being revived with only some of its original content. I remained true to the plot and Mason’s tendency to combine fetish and rainwear themes as best I could remember, while adding my own flavor to fill in any gaps. Being denied the chance to thank the original author personally for their fine work, I hope they will settle for this homage.

Center for Deviate Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Category: N/A

Codes: F-f, latex, enema, pony, tricked

In an obviously upscale office a beautiful and well dressed woman in her early 30’s is on the phone. “C’mon, c’mon, come ooooon pick up the phone”. “Center for deviate dreams miss deWilde speaking”. “Hello Miss deWilde this is Sharon Moreau speaking”. “Miss Moreau, how wonderful to hear from you again. It must be at least a month since your last visit, I was beginning to fear we might have lost you”. “Actually I think it’s closer to two months since my last visit. The end of the year is always an exceptionally hectic period at the firm and I just couldn’t find any time to slip away even for an hour or so in the weekend. Fortunately we have next week off to celebrate the holidays and charge our battery for the onslaught of January”. “Poor thing, that sounds like quite the ride you had there. So with next week off I’m guessing you would like to book a session somewhere next week, possibly a double one?”. “Yes miss deWilde, I definitely like to book a session for next week but I don’t think a double will cut it for me”. “Really?.. So what is it you are looking to book?”. “Well miss deWilde doesn’t your institute also offer a full domestic training course? That’s a full 7 days right and I would have the final weekend to ..”. “MISS MOREAU!, the full domestic training course isn’t something you just decide on a whim! That program is a lot more strict that your usual sessions. Besides it’s simply not feasible. That program would require fulltime trainers over the Christmas week and it requires the trainee to have a handler”. “Please, PLEASE, miss deWilde this isn’t just on a whim, I have been considering this request for almost two months now. The first few months of next year are already shaping up to be at least as intense as the last two which means that this will be my only session for months to come. I will gladly pay quadruple fee’s to compensate for your inconvenience over Christmas and Ivy has already accepted being my handler if I want to take this course. Please miss de Wilde, please”. “Miss Moreau I’m really not sure that you know what you are signing up for here and ..”. " I do, I do, sorry miss deWilde I really have to run to my next meeting now, I’ll be at the center Saturday 8am sharp to begin the course, please accept me". With that the well dressed woman in her 30’s puts down her phone, quickly gathered her notes and rushed off to her next meeting.

Chains of Change, The Story of my Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Again, I present you a piece of my imagination on long term metal bondage. This is the first time ever i used first person narrative. So please excuse for any grammatical mistakes as you know English is not my first or second language. The story is purely based on the torment and long term confinement of the character, there is no sexual encounter in the story. Please leave a comment at the end. Happy reading….

Change of Fortune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Appointment

Laura pulled to the side of the road and felt a chill snake down her spine. She looked ahead and saw the lights indicating her destination but did not feel ready to drive further. ‘Surely, there must be some other way’, she thought, but nothing came to mind. She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves and remembered the events leading to this night.

Chastity James - Grail Hunter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.

1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Chastity Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress.

As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative.

Chemical Reaction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Did you shave completely?” Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.

“Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.” came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.

It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…

Chloe's First Girlfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them.

Chapter 1 - The First of Many

A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way.

Cindy, The Belted Nymphomaniac

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Discovery

After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied.

Circus Maximus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism.

There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it.

City Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York.

‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger.

I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself.

Clothesline Cable

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by when suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “Be good Phoebes, see you back around noon, ok!”.

Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good, and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store.

Contract Clause

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young lady loses her job as a top web-designer and stumbles across her neighbours business manufacturing and selling bondage restraints and clothing. Between jobs, she volunteers to help him increase his business by creating a state of the art on-line catalogue; for a share in the profits. Unfortunately under the terms of the contract she enters into this means that she must also personally test and model the items.

Contrition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A business woman is kidnapped for revenge by a younger woman. This story is told alternately from the viewpoint of two people, Sadiax wrote as the young kidnapper and Graymangazer as the captive. The plot wasn’t planned, just two people bouncing off one another.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. Please feel free to comment.

Part 1

I felt frightened. I always thought I was tough, I make tough decisions every day, decisions often affecting people’s lives, but now I know I am a woman alone, a frightened woman in a frightening situation.

Controling Grace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young wife decides to live out her submissive fantasies under the control of another couple.

Part 1

I pulled the car to a stop in front of the bar. Killing the engine I turned my head to look at Grace; she smiled and nervously fingered the collar fastened around her neck.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. She nodded her head yes, I could see that she was excited and it made me feel sad.

Conversation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two girlfriends have a series of conversations about bondage. You won’t find this one in ‘The Listening Project’ archive.

“Honestly, Sharon, I don’t know why you let him do this to you”

“Oh Theresa, I’ve told you ! He likes to think of me as his little slavegirl waiting for him to return.”

“But you have a life too. Don’t you object to spending your whole day tied up like this ?”

COS to Boss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip.

Costume Party Preparations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Finally! It was 5 o’clock and I packed up my desk for the weekend. All I could think about for the past two weeks was tonight. It was Friday October 30th, and I was going to a costume party with a couple of my girlfriends from college. I headed straight for my apartment in anticipation of the night ahead.

I share an apartment with Kara, my best friend from college, and I have since we both graduated three years ago. I expected she would be home by the time I got there because she was getting her costume ready for tonight too. The best part about this was neither of us knew what the other was going to dress up as – it was like a secret competition!

Covenant of Steel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, this is the third installment and second prequel to my first venture into erotic literature. If you have not, I highly suggest you read both Two Halves and Late Nights since both provide some important insights into the characters presented. This will be my first attempt at a multi-part story and, truth be told its proven rather difficult. Once again, I must suppose that an author is his/her own worst critic, but I hope you enjoy.

Cracking Crystal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – Arrogance Rewarded

She was an arrogant, supercilious, stuck up, snarky bitch and it was time to take her down a peg or two; it would be my pleasure to do it.

Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude that not even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like they were something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappy sandals she favoured. Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Gucci handbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enough of her insulting behavior.

Creating a Rubber Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another round of ’training’ for the plague demoness Jessi; brought to you by the Dominatrix, Maus. Not a sequel to ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ per se, but simply another enjoyable moment in Jessicka’s training, with all new clothing and toys!

The demoness had been living with this new-fangled collar for the better part of a month now, and every time it was ‘activated’, it surprised her - It seemed capable of doing anything, even thwarting her demonic powers at times. Jessicka is a plague and pestilence demon, a very rare type with a very specific usage that few demons or humans encounter - Though it happens that these type LACK ‘proper’ personality, great physical strength like most other demons, fire-based powers, but all the same fun brought on by a low sense of self-discipline.

D&H Ltd - Felica's woe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from D&H Ltd - Simons Journey. Its intended to be the second installment of a three part saga currently (that may increase to four).

Chapter 1

13:00 May 21st, 2012: Somewhere in Europe.

Felicia felt like she had been crying for an eternity, locked and bound inside the trunk she could feel the movements of the vehicle as it hurtled to god knows where. She could still feel the puncture marks where the taser had struck, her muscles sore form the convulsing caused by the 500, 000 volts.

D&H Ltd - Simons Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Dellal and Von Hoek Limited - Simon’s Journey is a story about a young man that is struggling to find a job after leaving University. Fresh out of university he finds a role that might just give him the role of a lifetime.

This is a story I have been thinking of for a while, and I have got another few chapters that I want to brush up and post, as well as a spin off tale or two. Hope people enjoy reading them.

Dance With Me Baby

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual!

Dedicated to Bagheera and Rikki.

Chapter 1 – The Take Down

A few weeks ago it had got to the point where Stephanie and Kathy, long time best friends and partners for the last few years, just dreaded going in to work. The Pink Panther nightclub featured exotic dancers and had given them a very good living with a circle of regular customers enjoying Stephanie’s statuesque figure with her curves in all the right places topped with a mane of blonde tresses.

Danielle's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true.

I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes.

Debt Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As I laid naked on the stomach in my cage I contemplated how I came to be here. The ball gag harness in my mouth didn’t allow any sound to escape my mouth, while my hands were cuffed with leather cuffs on my hips to the wide black leather belt tightly secured with a padlock around my waist. The position of the cuffs allowed for some movement, but there was no way that I could reach and touch my pussy. A leather collar fastened my neck to the hook on the padded bottom of the cage. My feet were slightly spread, bent backwards at the knee and manacled to each side of the cage. The cage itself was 1,5 meters long, 60cm wide, and 60cm high, with narrowly spaced vertical and horizontal bars. Under my pussy, there was a hole where I could relieve myself if needed.

Delicious Restraint

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think.

Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!*

Part 1

She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up?

Devon Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage …

Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school.

Diane

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before I was a published author, I wrote two novels. ‘Denise’ and ‘Diane’. ‘Diane’ is more F/f, this one a mixture of F/f and F/m in style. This long novel is the latter of the two. Actually, it sort of follows on from ‘Denise’ and shares some of the same characters, but is fully complete in itself. It is the tale of a woman whose revenge for her husband’s affair is truly terrible. Enslaving husband and lover and making them both pay for the betrayal. Expect a little savagery, expect a little sexual revenge and most of all, expect a tale set in the real world, but not the one that we inhabit, but the one that lies beneath our everyday lives. Where slaves are created to serve the sexual needs of their betters, where they are bought, sold and altered to fit the obsessions and fetishes of their owners. This is femdom taken to the limit, a devious plot where sex, money and slavery become the driving forces for women that want it all.

Diaries of Slave Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :).

Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I’ll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks.

Part 1

Sept 14th, 2012

Direction of Destiny

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

As Laura turned off her car, she breathed a sigh of relieve, closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. A simple four hour drive down the highway had turned into an all day nightmare of bumper to bumper traffic due to one major construction delay and two different accidents. Coupled this with the past several days of being away from home at high pressured business meetings meant her nerves were now officially frazzled.

Dirty Dungeon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

I have always been interested in the medieval times. They were good at restraint and punishment. I had always decided that I too would like to experience the medieval punishment and restraint. I envisioned myself stripped and shackled and led away to the dark castle dungeon locked away. So I created this dungeon scene, my most elaborate self-bondage I have done yet.

The house that my girlfriend Adonica and I live in was built in the early 1940’s so the basement was perfect. It needed to be just right however! I wanted this to feel real and the set had to be prepared carefully! I started by carrying in buckets of dirt that I got from the apartment housing that was going up in the lots across the way from our house. Piles of dirt from the basements were easily accessible and I carried bucked after bucket of black dirt down the basement making a very nice and thick dirt floor in the smallest room of the tiny basement. The dungeon was taking shape. Next I covered the window with cardboard so it would be dark, I cut little slots in the cardboard before placing it over the window giving the impression of closely spaced bars. The small amount of light that shown in was perfect for day and at night would be almost completely black as I checked it during the night that week prior to my time of confinement. The outside street light was at just an angle from the house that only small slivers of light shown in, just enough for me to be able to glimpse myself in my bondage imprisonment in the late evening and early morning hours.

Do Not Disturb

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The sequel to ‘Maid Service Requested’

This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Doctor Paine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is also a spin-off from Giselle and incorporates some of the same characters later on. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Doctor Ted Paine was on top of the world. He was relaxing at his wide desk having his dick sucked by one of his employees. A tall blonde with large enhanced breasts, a tiny waist and long legs, she was well versed in what her employer liked during his morning blow job. She slowly sank his length down her throat and held it there for nearly a minute, then slowly eased it out. Her tongue worked the underside near the tip as she reached the end. She knew he was in no hurry this morning and would savor the extended time she spent worshiping his dick. As her skill finally brought him off, his hand pulled her face tightly to him and he blasted a load into her throat. She was almost to the point of passing out from oxygen deprivation when he released her and she cleaned him with her tongue. Straightening her tight fitting skirt and blouse, she left his office to start her rounds. She would visit every senior employee and relieve them in whatever manner they wished. She was officially the “stress reliever” for his practice and every day serviced most of the 20 doctors that worked there. With an MBA, she was over-qualified for any position within his practice and when interviewed for the Office Manager’s opening, had been sure to point that out repeatedly. Dr. Paine had hired the stuck up woman and then quickly reduced her to a quivering sex toy with regular “therapy” sessions and mind-control orchestrated by his wife. She was further humiliated with breast enlargements, multiple piercings and modification to her vocal cords that produced a high-squeaky voice. She lived in a small room in the basement with only a bed and a bathroom and was available to any employee. Her diet consisted of a tasteless mush, but she was allowed to beg for treats from her fellow employees. You wouldn’t believe what she’d do for a Klondike bar!

Dolly Case

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please do let me know what you think, and if you like what you read, there is more of my work at: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub

The darkness lifted and the Dolly opened her eyes. That was about as much movement as she could do now. She gazed forward, seeing out into the room beyond, along with her reflection in the glass in front of her. Time was a blur now, no night or day, she only knew the case, her constant breathing and the whirr of the machines. She was still, but her mind was still active, remembering…

Dominatrix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories

She was not very tall. Her thigh high leather boots laced up her lean legs made her look a lot taller than her five foot two stature. What she didn’t have in height, she made up in beauty. Something she inherited from her Thai born mother. She had a small oval face with dark almond shaped eyes. A small nose and pouty lips. Long, jet black hair parted in the middle framed her cute face.

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you.

Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice.

Don't Knock It...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

…Till You’ve Tried It!

It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with.

Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them.

Don't Screw Your Roommate's Boyfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I learned the hard way not to steal my roommate’s date. It all started when I 1st started college. I was so mad at my father because he didn’t like the fact that I got what he called a tramp stamp tattoo, so we had a huge blow up and he kept calling me a slut. Well my roommate saw me all depressed, so she took me out to the bars. I never had been drinking before so I was a little hesitant to try, but my roommate persuaded me to have a beer, and that turned into two. Then the next thing that I know I was hitting on every guy that I walked by. Then one guy took me back to his apartment , and the next thing I know I wake up naked in his bed, and saw all the condom wrappers on the floor.

Dorei

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m a twenty-something from Europe, writing short stories and narrations (erotic and non-erotic) for several years.

A longer narration of mine deals with certain Japanese elements. To get in the mood for a sequel, I wrote this short story.

Box

The box had arrived just in time. Nakamura’s two “gentlemen” went to work unloading it as soon as the garage’s roller shutter had closed behind the inconspicuous white delivery van. One of them I knew by name: Tanaka, a ridiculously muscular bloke in an ill-fitting jacket. He was beyond any doubt capable of dragging the box alone. Hence his scrawny new colleague was rather latching onto the wooden crate while it was pulled out of the van.

Double or Nothing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Dream Dream Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome.

At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.

Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.

Dreams of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mirkada is a remote city with unusual customs and laws; all women in public places within the city’s walls must be restrained; women who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Mark and Sally Frost are a couple of Cambridge academics who are fascinated by the city’s culture and history. As a result, they have become regular visitors, enjoying, along with increasing numbers of tourists, the lifestyle implications Mirkada offers. Sally particularly enjoys wearing the traditional Mrikadan costume, the vilisqaz, a garment designed to both restrain and display the female body.

Driving Miss Crazy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time.

As always constructive criticism always welcomed.

Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long?

Dual Nature

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part one (added: 2012/07/12)

Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor.

At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer “Yes.” she replied, “I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes.”

Elbow Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Club

The ‘Elbow Bondage Club’ (EBC) was an exclusive fetish club located 38 miles outside of San Francisco. The venue was a large mansion which was owned by Julia Langly and Laura Parker, two eccentric millionaires who shared the same sexual fetish: beautiful women in stringent bondage.

The EBC was not a regular bondage club, it was ‘females only’. And Julia and Laura made sure that only the most beautiful women were accepted as members. And, as the name suggested, this club was also limited to ’elbow bondage’ fetishists.

Electricity and Magnetism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys this story. As always I love comments and will try to include them in future installments.

For Abagail, today was the best day of the year. As a 28 year old teacher the last day of school before summer vacation meant shopping with her friends, the odd vacation, and a summer away from her divorced husband.

Standing in the hallway of her school, children waved good bye to the beloved “Ms. T.” who was wearing a purple collared cotton tank top, jeans, and sketchers covered by a black zip up fleece with the school’s name and logo on it. Despite it being a particularly hot day in the Chicago the summer, the school that Abagail taught at was always frigid so in the school she could almost always be seen adorned in her beloved zip up fleece.

Elfette

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Her light pale blue eyes pleaded, while her bound body tingled with anticipation.

Drool trickled out from under the leather hood and flowed slowly down her neck onto her small shapely blue/green breasts. They glistened in the soft glimmer of the white Christmas lights decorating the wheel to which she was bound.

The reflection of the lights danced off of the tinsel that covered the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room she was in.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Emily in Tinseltown: Her First Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Emily is a hot young thing, a wannabe in world where metoo is something other people worry about.

Emily tried to ignore the pain in her shoulders as she reached awkwardly behind her, struggling to undo the catch of the peephole bra she had had been given to wear. She had been tied up for several hours and her shoulders ached; the prolonged bondage had also left her fingers were numb and she fumbled with the catch several times before finally freeing it and shrugging her breasts out of the wet-look PVC cups taking care to ease the little puckered rings around her swollen, bruised nipples.

Eternity Boxes - Gemini

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First piece of erotica - I am a guy in the UK who lovingly builds / plans these type of scene’s / LTR plans in real life I often think through them first in a story like manner so someone suggested I write it out too!

First piece of writing since school english lessons so constructive criticism is good and if you want to know more about my ideas, being a ‘victim’ or how I build them please PM me ^_^

European Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story and I hope you enjoy reading it. I would dearly love to improve my writing and so if you guys have any feedback or suggestions whatsoever I’d be delighted to hear them, positive or negative. Many thanks. - Josh

Chapter 1

Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening as he spoke. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by how he looked at her as if she were the only girl in the world. He was talking to them all, his eyes taking in each one so his look was only a few moments. But it felt like hours. Olivia couldn’t remember why they were here or how they had started talking to him but it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time were all forgotten, so engrossed was she by his stories and his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and looking down, his bulging biceps and t-shirt worn stretched to its limit. Biting her lip slightly, she imagined what was underneath, thoughts of spending the night with him fluttering through her head. She was not alone either. All three girls were entranced by the mysterious man.

Ever Increasing Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

Exit Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sandra sank further into the bath, the warm water lapping over her shapely frame. The marble lined tub filled to the brim with scalding water was the magnum opus of luxury. Dim lights accentuated by the flicker of candles and a faint scent of lavender completing the relaxing mood. The lavish expanse of the room, not a wall for meters in any direction from the opulent tub, contrasted heavily with her memory of the recent past. If only she could stay here forever, in this moment. But this was not her reward; this was her test.

Experiments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago as an “alternate” story to a novel I was working on. I’ve changed the context to two flatmates and read through it again.

I’d be keen to know what you think, it’s much more sensual than many of my submissions here which are more about the bondage.

Alex sat at her computer, she was supposed to be working but she was bored. Her assignment for didn’t have to be in for another week, Facebook had nothing vaguely interesting on it and even Twitter seemed dull recently. Deciding she needed a distraction she set off to find her flatmate.

Extra

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1 - Obsession

Silvia moaned in delight as the first pleasure waves of a nearing orgasm hit her. Her eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of her, watching adult superstar Brock Peters have his way with two stunning blondes. Silvia was so envious of those girls. They got the privilege to play with Brock’s real 9-inch cock, whereas she only had a life size replica at her disposal.

Fantasy Football Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

January 19, 2014 6am

Heather Kern was extremely nervous and could not sleep, so she got out of bed early this morning, as this was the day set by the fantasy football league for all losers to start their one week of slavery. Heather was a pure dominatrix and she had never served as a slave, but as she lost in the league and also a personal bet to Racheal Smith, she and her two slaves (her husband Robert and her lesbian lover Sue) were going to be serving two weeks of no limit slavery.

Fashion Faux Pas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bianchetti had always been her first port of call during window shopping, and on today’s spree the exclusive boutique near the city’s financial quarter was confirming its status once again. Behind the glass façade, amidst LBD’s, designer clutches and outré court shoes Lorena discovered the short-sleeved top on one of the highly stylised mannequins. At first glance the item didn’t awake her interest. But then her eyes wandered back, and it intrigued her due to its unusual material. It was made of latex.

Fast Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach!

It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain.

February 14th

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based upon an actual event but I have

The alarm went off at 6:30am as it does every work day morning and as I do every time it goes off, I reached over and hit the snooze button. There is not way I can go to work today I thought as I lay there waiting for the annoying buzzer to announce the end of the snooze time. This was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever and to go to the office and see all the other girls getting flowers and discussing romantic plans for the evening would be too much. I’m just going to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself. So I shut the alarm off and called the office, leaving a voice mail message for my boss telling her that I was sick…….again. That bitch would be the worst of them all, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive jewelry and telling everyone how her rich ass husband was taking her out to eat at this fancy place where a meal cost more than my week’s salary.

Feelings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I wasn’t satisfied yet but he had already finished. I cleaned up the sticky substance with a napkin while he left. I stayed inside Paige’s car for a while thinking about what had just happened. We were supposed to take a couple of drinks and dance. A girls night. But when we arrived to the pub and I saw all those guys, I couldn’t control myself. Less than an hour later I was already in Paige’s car with a stranger.

Finders Keepers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Clarissa had always wanted to travel, but as often happens when you live in a small town, your life passes by with the day to day things until you wonder where the time went. As she left the office and got into her car a smile spread across her lips. Glancing at the suitcase in the back seat she started to imagine what awaited her on her cross-country drive.

Unusually for one so work obsessed she had decided to take four weeks vacation in one hit, a whole month, she thought. Leaving thoughts of the office behind she put the car into drive, cranked up the radio and set off.

First Class Post

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I’ve never got on well with alarm clocks, and this morning was no exception. The annoying mixture of buzzes and beeps coming from the other side of the room was always enough to get me out of bed, no matter how much I wanted to wrap myself in the comforting snugness of my duvet and avoid the real world. But today was a day full of lectures, and my grades would suffer if I missed them.

First Offense

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago, intending to polish and expand on it a bit more, but it works standalone. If I get around to it, I might write a sequel with the main character, and possibly the shop lady will re-appear as well.

This story is purely fictional. Consent is dubious, but this is merely a fantasy. Please practise safe, sane and consensual sex.

Christine looked both ways before slipping an item into her purse. She felt a small rush of adrenaline as she quietly walked towards the exit of the store. She’d shoplifted for a while now to combat the increasing boredom of her normal daily routine. This was the first time she’d stolen anything in a sex shop though, she was only recently allowed to go in here having just turned 18 the previous week. She’d been blushing heavily when she entered the store, and in order to get an obstructed view of the register, she’d had to go all the way to the back of the store. Getting there, she hadn’t even looked at the cover of the dvd she pilfered. That wasn’t important. Getting that adrenaline high was. She’d almost gotten out when she heard a female voice behind her.

Flatmates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When my flat mate suggested tying me up I wondered why. We lived separate lives, she had her friends, I had mine. Sure, we talked, we shared clothes, food and most other things but we did not even sit on a settee together. This suggestion came out of the blue. Her excuse was she needed someone to practice on. Her boyfriend wanted her to tie him up but her initial attempts had proved inadequate. It sounded harmless enough. I of course have never had anything to do with bondage, even as a child. I did have a quick browse through some web sites. What I saw intrigued me. People seem to enjoy being tied up in all sorts of ways, some like pain, others want sexual stimulation and some just want to be restrained. If everything was to be believed it was all done willingly. It takes all sorts I suppose and I was going to join them. It was my choice to allow it or not, and I was going to allow it. It started some very strange feelings inside me. Was it Fear? Or excitement? Or?

From Co-ed to Slave... A Summer in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers.

Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer.

From Fantasy to Reality, A Model in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories.

From Grad School to Slave School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around.

From Model To Prisioner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered.

Game of a Lifetime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him.

Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close.

Getting Kidnapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I started getting ready around noon, it starts with a getting the mind right then working from there. I knew that you would be getting off until at least five but that ok too I would simply be waiting ready to go when you arrived.

I started as I do all my projects like this with a nice long hot soak in the tub, it relaxes clears the mind and just feels really good. As I lay there soaking up the oils and I had added to the water enjoy the fragrance of the many candle and the soothing music of the light Jazz. I could not help but think about how great our little weekend getaway was going to be. It’s been months since we have done anything like this and we both know just how much we enjoy these little get ways.

Go Not Gently

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: You can see a version of the story with illustrations at DeviantArt.com. Just search for Trystl, and it should come up.

This is a story in the Hunting Season Universe, although (as promised) it’s not set on Renaldo’s Island, and the tone/mood is far different from Fanni’s story.

1 - Display Case

The display case.

I hate it.

I hate the long hours of forced standing. I hate the cute little outfit they force me into. I hate the people who come to gawk at me. Most of all, I hate those who think they have a right to put me in here, trapped behind a cage of glass, like some animal in a zoo. Only zoo animals are, at least, allowed to pace back and forth. I’m forced to stand in agony, unable to move.

Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

| |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare*

“Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor.

Good Help is Hard to Find

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Interview with a Mistress

Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall.

Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well.

Good Neighbor Samantha

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

“Sam, I have a favor to ask you.”

We were drinking coffee in Barb’s kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision.

“I want you to put me in a strait jacket,” she said calmly.

“A strait jacket? Are you insane?” I responded.

“No,” she answered, “We had to buy it online.” She often made strange statements like that. I’ve learned to ignore them.

Hannah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is based on true fantasies, and the character of Nicki is definitely me. I did have a roommate who I didn’t like, and a lot of the things about self-bondage and Nicki’s history are true. Of course, I would never have the guts to do what Nicki does, but that’s why it’s fiction. ;)

Thanks so much for all the great comments so far! I appreciate them, and will try to work in some of your suggestions. Keep them coming!

Harry Potter and the Wicked Witch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too.

Heat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A friend once did something similar to me, it was so frustrating having the key, but not having it. It really works!

Part I

Although Kate had been writing to Jade off and on for years, they had never met. Now in her twenties and traveling around the world, Kate decided it was time to finally meet her long time pen pal.

Since getting off the plane in Hong Kong, the heat and humidity had been over powering. Kate took the subway and then by foot following Jade’s detailed instructions. She finally arrived at a block of flats that soared above her, with a mish mash of washing and air conditioners making the tower look older than it probably was.

Heather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background.

**If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.*

Part 1 – The Background

“What’s my schedule this afternoon?” Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather’s office. “There’s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.” Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, “Don’t schedule anything. We’re leaving at 3 pm.” Jennifer nodded and set Heather’s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.

Heather's Delimma

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I had read a similar story awhile back and have not been able to find it again, so I wrote my own version of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4" high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Hermione and The Fairy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ding-a-ling!

With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft.

High Heels & Nipples: The Exam

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jade’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it would jump out of her chest. She couldn’t believe she was about to get out of her car and walk into a building to her doctor’s office dressed the way she was. In broad daylight with a bunch of construction workers leering at her no less. She really did not have a choice, unless she wanted images of her in tight bondage splashed across the internet.

High School Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Walking home from a party late at night is never a safe thing, but I knew that heading through my old school would be a decent shortcut, saving me some precious time to get out of the streets. Nothing at the school had really changed since last year when I graduated except for the old middle school classrooms situated at the far end of the block. They had been cleared out for better classrooms closer to the school but the buildings were still there. They were separated from the rest of the school via the football field thus why nobody had bothered to tear them down yet.

Home Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First ever story, but been reading for a while :)

Background

Lets start off with a little background, my name is Sarah and I’m 18 years old, Caucasion, 5'8, 34 C with nice long blonde hair. I live with my parents, but am an only child.

I have fantisized about self-bondage for years, since I was about 12 or 13. However, I have only just got up the courage to actually try it.

Hopeless Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

my name is emma and im into bondage. i live with my best friend who has no idea of my wants or fantasys so i have problems when i want to do a little self bondage. luck had it that my roommate was leaving for the weekend to see her family so the time had come for me to get moving.

the Thursday before she was leaving i stopped at my local sex shop to procure some necessaries. i picked of a really nice ball gag with a full head harness, rope, tape, two pears of cuffs and a chasity belt that would fill both holes. i was never as exited i rushed home went straight into my bedroom and tryed on everything. the ball gag was nice and tight and locked at the back with a little padlock,the chasity belt was the same. i put them all into a box exept the chasity belt i left that on and put it under my bed for the time.

Housecalls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This multipart story is about Lauren and Dean, who meet in college and marry after graduation. They move to a quaint N.C. town, where Dean opens a rare book store. They make friends and join an exclusive Swingers Club. Meanwhile, Lauren and her girlfriends get involved in lesbian bondage sex and ass fucking. She eventually gets Dean to take part. Soon, many of the Club members are holding private bondage sex parties. Dean begins making daytime bondage sex Housecalls at some of the wife’s homes, while their husbands are at work. The Swingers Club adopts bondage sex games for its regular meetings. Finally, the adventurous women are kidnapped by a group of men and taken to a secluded woods for an all day session of fucking and sucking and more!

Housekeeper From Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I glanced to the left of my computer screen checking the monitor for the dungeon camera. The hi-tech equipment picked up the slow, if somewhat strained, rise and fall of her chest against the tight leather of the straight jacket. Her legs were encased in a double leg boot; a skintight kid leather helmet covered her head and the extremely large gag that had taken a fair amount of work to install. A butt plug and dildo were held firmly inside her by a crotch strap attached to the jacket. Wide, heavy leather straps held her down starting at the forehead then every 12” or so down to the last one that crossed the toe of the boot forcing her feet into an even more incredible arch.

How To Be A Human Toilet Cleaner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Human Trafficking

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to my Giselle story and will incorporate some of the same characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Bert Jackson was tired. A tall, fit and good looking 46, he’d spent the largest part of his life in the U.S. Army. After Infantry AIT and Airborne School he had served around the world and had retired after 26 years as a Command Sergeant Major. He was surprised at his retirement ceremony to see an officer he had worked for years ago in Baghdad. The Colonel now headed the United Nations Trafficking in Persons task force, combating human trafficking and he wanted Bert working for them. Their American agents were assigned Immigration and Customs Enforcement and sent to FLETC. As Federal agents, they were authorized to carry their issue SIG P226. For two years now Bert battled human trafficking. It wasn’t as exciting as it sounded; he had never fired his pistol and it involved a lot of paperwork.

Humiliation of Jess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jess woke up in a daze. She tried to move but realized her wrists and ankles were tied spread eagled to a bed. She looked up and saw her hands were in leather bondage cuffs, rendering them useless. She looked down to see she was naked.

Suddenly two women walked in. One was petite, with B cups, the other one had a large ass and D cups. Both were wearing tight shirts and black spandex shorts.

Hunted

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. Pure fantasy that comes from my creative mind. Let me know if you want a sequel.

I was bored with my life. I went to the gym three days a week and except for that never left the house. One morning I decided to do some dark web browsing for the first time. I mostly found illegal drug sales and illegal pornography until I stumbled onto a slave auction site. It wasn’t just any site. People willingly sold themselves.

Hunting Season

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1 - Body in the Alcove

“Holy shit! Is it real?”

“Looks pretty damned real.”

Fanni had to agree.

She was looking into a large glass box, sitting on a pedestal. It looked like the typical, free-standing museum case but she had the feeling its purpose had more in common with a trophy case, for inside it was what appeared to be the life-like body of a dead woman. She was floating in some kind of clear liquid, presumably a preservative of some kind; and there was something about the body that didn’t look quite real. Perhaps it was just the body’s unnatural stillness, for Fanni had seen stuffed animals that gave her the same sort of feeling. Or perhaps it was looking at flesh and hair through the glass and liquid. If it was an actual dead woman, the body had been perfectly preserved. When she looked closely Fanny couldn’t see any wrinkles on the woman’s face, but she could see tiny hairs on her body. Her pubic mound had been shaven, and her arms and legs had been cut off. Stooping low to look at the end of the stump, Fanny could see the striations of bone, muscle and skin. Again, it didn’t quite look real, but if this was some kind of bizarre statue, the artist had done a remarkable job and paid incredible attention to detail.

Implementing Imp's Impossible Impalement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

In a Tight Spot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jenny falls victim to her curiosity…and her ladder-resistant tights!

Jenny knew that it was wrong to pry into the personal belongings of others, but she was intrigued. And now, with her flatmate Claire away on an overnight business trip, she felt the time was right for her to put her plan into action. She would simply enter Claire’s bedroom, have a look through the suitcase and satisfy her curiosity. She figured that, providing she left everything as she found it, Claire would be none the wiser.

In Deep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - In Deep

She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash.

Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of.

In the Gym

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wish my school had been more like this!

It was our final year at high school, I was eighteen and looking forward to leaving our small town and going to University, as I wandered home from swim training daydreaming about life in the big city when I received the text message from my friend Jake.

“Come to the Gym” was all it said

“On my way home now” I replied

In the Ring

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve seen a couple of clips with various wrestling and takedown scenarios… I suppose this is what I’d present if I ran one of their websites!

I stretched my arms, I knew I’d have to be well warmed up for tonight’s show. Although the matches were strictly refereed and neither girl was aiming to hurt another they were often extremely physical. Injuries were rare but pulled muscles and sprains were far more common in the girls who did half arsed warmups. An injury this profession was a major setback, after all glamour shoots were not half as erotic if the girl in question had a bruised ankle or wrist and straight porn shoots could often be downright painful!

In the Vice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving).

Ingrid's Initiation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’.

But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was the getting out again that might just prove to be more of a problem.

“So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?”

Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid.

Ink and Concrete

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A cynical and egomaniac, Sophia Warren takes revenge on her mentor, by turning his innocent daughter into a graphic piece of art.

She couldn’t stand it. Even if someone else was getting one, she had to leave the room. The sight of the needle, the disturbing, buzzing sound, not to mention the occasional blood. And of course the pain. God, it MUST hurt. Her father always reassured her that it wasn’t “that big a deal”, but she could never comprehend how people willingly did this. Her father’s tattoo shop had blossomed throughout the years into a profitable enterprise, with more than a few sub-joints opening in nearby cities. Jennifer Saw loved her dad, despite never getting the appeal of his practice, and she was grateful for the comfortable life his tattooing business had offered her.

It Happened On The Way To Sturgis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The bike rally in Sturgis is something I try to make it to every year. I close my motorcycle repair shop for a couple of weeks, pack up a trailer full of tools, parts, camping gear and my Sportster and head north. I can usually make enough money fixing bikes and selling parts to pay for the trip and I get out of the house and see some country. I never take the interstate; nothing to see there. I pick old highways, back roads and often side trip to anything that sounds interesting. I’ve got a camper on the back of my truck with a generator, water and food, so I can stop where I want.

It Takes More Than Courage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story like all my others is a work of fiction but like many stories it has its foundation in actual true events. It is my job as the writer to embellish the truth to extract the maximum amount of entertainment from it. It is your job as the reader to find the line between truth and fantasy! Enjoy the challenge and let me know if you liked my work.

It Was So Easy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well.

I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the bus stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. She wore one of those long quilted coats of some shiny material that almost reached her ankles and a woolen toque. The boots had platform soles and high heels but were quite sensible for the season. The coat had a hood and I wondered why she didn’t pull it up against the frigid wind. She carried one of those small shoulder knap sack like purses.

Jane In The Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair”

As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

Jasmine Becomes A Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Jelly Bean Justice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It wasn’t a swagger, or even a strut, it was an attitude, she knew she looked good and she did. Even at just 5’ 6”, plus a bit more with the heels on the boots, she had an arrogance about her that managed to give the impression she was looking down her nose at everyone. In a sense she probably was.

I suppose that kind of confidence was needed when you made your living defrauding people, but the clothes certainly helped complete the picture. The black leather coat didn’t need a belt because several buttons down the front pulled it snugly around her body from the closed neck, over a very impressive bust line, and nipping in tight at the waist before it flared slightly over her hips and dropped to the top of the matching black leather knee boots.

Jesse In Jeopardy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx

Part 1

It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all.

Jessica Visits the 13th Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Hi folks, glad people enjoyed my previous story, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the original for some context!

Braving the Elevator

As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn’t still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn’t have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone’s allowed a night of self-pity when they’ve just broken off a three year engagement, right?

Jessicka's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive.

This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass.

Jill's Shopping Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman browses in the wrong shop

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away.

“You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.”

Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-fourties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered?

Jim's Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Being ‘discovered’ looking at internet porn is a popular theme for a story……..so here’s my attempt.

The sound of the door bell broke into Jim’s thoughts. “Who’s that” he thought to himself “the postman’s already been”. He managed to drag his eyes away from the women on his laptop’s screen just in time to see Pam standing outside the floor to ceiling lounge windows, looking back in at him. With a guilty start Jim pulled his hand out from the waistband of his trousers and gave Pam a wave of acknowledgement. Pam waved back in turn and pointed with a questioning look towards where the front door was. “Well that’s who it was then” Jim again thought to himself as he simultaneously stood up and minimised the porn site’s screen before heading into the hall to open the front door for Pam, “that’s a pain”. It wasn’t that Pam was a particularly unattractive visitor, in fact quiet the opposite….and particularly dressed, as Jim had already made out through the window, in her dark blue nurses uniform. Jim had always had a ’thing’ for women in uniforms and Pam looked rather nice, standing out there. It was just that, well…., it was just that Jim had been rather enjoying himself as he worked through his favourite websites and he had been planing to pop into the bathroom for a quick wank to relieve all the tension that had been building up. But now that was out of the question, “well, for the moment anyway” he thought.

John's Table

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I think this story would actually be possible with current technology, but I have never made such a set up. In real life, it’s hard to set the difficulty of a game. Too easy and the fun is over too quickly, but too hard and it stops being fun and turns into a painful slog. Fortunately, in the fantasy world of stories we can make it just right.

Julia's flame

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was very out of place for me to be going on a blind date. First of all I was rather shy, and secondly I got asked out a lot anyway. I suppose something about being blond and blue eyed, skinny, but with large breasts and a tiny waist, was something that caught the attention of the boys more than I would have sometimes liked.

Of course it hadn’t helped with my ex boyfriend. He had left me a few weeks ago for another girl. I found out after, he’d betrayed me during the relationship a few times in addition. Angrily I sat at a table in the restaurant waiting for my blind date. My best friend had set this up, but I was having doubts again.

Julie's Mummification

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Julie, Diana and Wanda shared a house. Diana and Wanda had finished their graduate degrees. Julie was just about to finish her MA in literature. She was looking forward to having the summer off to rest and relax before starting her job at a large publishing company in the same town. Wanda and Diana were fitness nuts. They both worked as clothes designers having majored in home economics. Diana and Wanda were knock out beauties. They were hit on all the time by men wanting their attention. However their interests were not men, but each other and Julie. When it came to looks, Julie was no slouch she was beautiful. Just not quite in the class with Wanda and Diana. The three women also loved bondage, discipline and domination. Often they would play game of poker and the loser would be the bondage slave and victim of the other two for the evening and night. Julie had a fascination with being wrapped in bondage as a complete mummy. Wanda and Diana were not interested. The bondage paddling an a little nipple torture was good enough for them, either giving or receiving. Occasionally Suzanne would join them for their games. Suzanne had a master’s degree in Nursing and was lab supervisor at the hospital. When she joined the games the two losers became the slaves of the other two.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Just a Beautiful Bondage Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Warning - if you are only interested in hard-core stories then this is NOT the story for you! This is something else, something beautiful.

This story explores the effect that reading Fifty Shades of Grey may have on a young woman; and follows her journey as she tests her boundaries in a bondage based relationship.

This theme is a diversion from my usual writings but I am not trying to pass it off as an experiment or anything of the like, I know exactly what this story is; it is a work of love; just a beautiful bondage story.

Just a Little Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nearly all of us have this one dark fantasy we lust about from time to time. However, we do not really know if we ever want to experience it. This is my dark fantasy. Enjoy!

And please remind that my mother-tongue in German. Thank you!

My birthday was approaching and my girlfriend lover, who is also my Mistress, ordered me to take a one weeks holiday. She gave no further explanations on this, but as a well-behaving slave-girl I did not ask questions. But by the connection with my birthday I mused that I would be in for a very big surprise.

Just Being Neighbourly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Since the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back garden.

In my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine beauty. I knew for a fact that she was 5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement.

Just Browsing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A shy young woman, out of curiosity visits a fetish shop with life changing consequences.

This was written as a stand-alone story but I realize that there is potential for a sequel. So I will wait to hear the comments of readers before continuing.

Like any other writer I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please dear reader do let me know what you think.

I also welcome e-mails about my stories or any other subject at Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk . I will do my utmost to reply to everyone.

Just Once a Money

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this is a complete story the characters may show up later in sequel.

John Lasig hated being the bottom. He wasn’t a submissive. He was a dominant and that is the role he should always play. It was, after all, the normal role for him. Moreover, Melissa was a natural sub. He knew it the very moment he had met her. It was something in her eyes, the way she looked at him with a sense of the potential for surrender.

Just One Name

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First real foray into kink writing for years. Any feedback greatly appreciated!

It was late in the day by the time I had arrived at Eve’s home. Bathed in orange glow of sunset, the white walls of her term-time residence didn’t look too enticing. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely.

The voicemail I received was brief. I couldn’t really hear most of it in the rumble of coffee shop atmosphere, but Eve sounded breathy. “Come to my place. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Just The Right Spot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depicting ones of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Kally's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First Try

Where do I begin?

What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister.

Kari's Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy!

_Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.*

Karyn Stronblood: Double Cross

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first story of a fantasy series staring barbarian adventuress Karyn Strongblood. It features damsel in distress situations in an all-woman fantasy land of Sapphira, and if people like it I will post more of them.

Karyn Strongblood groaned as she awoke, her head thumping like a barroom brawl. That she was waking up with a headache in a unfamiliar place was nothing new for the famous barbarian adventurer, but her current condition was something she would ever profess to happening to her in public. She was laying on a stone floor, and she could make out the shapes of barrels and sacks about her, as well as what seemed to be a stairway heading up. Her muscular limbs felt stiff and uncooperative, her mouth dry and full. It did not take much use of her still fuzzy mind to realize she was securely bound and gagged.

Kate Gets Plastic Wrapped and Used

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked.

“Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach.

Kate's Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Finally!” Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she’d never get the flat to herself.

These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She’d tried to get on with Claire, but she’d found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space.

Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (Catch-22: a situation in which a person is frustrated by a paradoxical rule or set of circumstances that precludes any attempt to escape from them)

Although Kate was loath to admit it, there was no getting away from the facts; the blame for the predicament that she found herself in right now was entirely her own. Although her initial remark had been uttered in complete innocence, her subsequent bragging - once the subject had become a topic for debate - was not only now being shown to have been a bad move on her part, but also proved that her initial claim to be able to achieve something that she’d never even attempted before, was merely a case of wishful thinking. And now her friends were teaching her a lesson.

Katie's Capture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Katie woke up from a very long sleep, and immediately knew that something was wrong. She was in a large room, with a single door. The floors and walls were all covered in a white padding; she could feel it underneath her, as her ass and back sank into it. It looked like one of the old padded cells she had heard of that they put extreme mental patients in when there was a fear they would hurt themselves. There was something skin tight all over her amazing body, clinging to every crevice like a second skin. She looked down, and could see that every inch of her was sealed into some sort of skintight rubber suit; mostly clear with only a tinge of bronze to indicate it was there. Her huge breasts strained mightily against the rubber that coated them like it was painted on. She could see that under the rubber skin, there were thin bands around the base of each of her tits, squeezing just tight enough to force her breasts to balloon outward even more into their rubber prison. She brought her hands up to see if there was any way to rip into the rubber encasement, and was horrified to see that each hand had been forced into a tight, immobile fist, and into the ends of the sleeves of the rubber suit. The rubber from the wrists down was several times thicker and stiffer than over the rest of her body, not allowing any movement in her clenched fingers.

Kelly Gets What She Deserves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pretty Kelly’s female coworkers despise her and plan an elaborate revenge that goes too far.

Kelly had always been popular with boys. Throughout high school and after, her 34C breasts, perfect waist, and striking features gave her constant attention and she loved it. It was no surprise, however, that she had few female friends - and none that she really loved. Kelly didn’t care, though. With the constant compliments and help with whatever she needed, she was perfectly content to have only guy friends.

Kerry's Mistake, Amber's Trick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story of this nature. I have been reading these stories for a year, and believe I took quite a bit of influence from a few of a similar nature. I do appreciate constructive criticism, as it will help me grow as a writer. My feelings will not be hurt if you tear this story apart, so please, leave a comment and tell me what you think. Note: Neko’s are a thing in this story, Kerry is currently the only one. If you do not like Neko’s, as in a fully human body with the small exception of Cat ears, and a long, fluffy cat tail, then I apologize.

Kidnapping, Bondage, Immortality and Polo Shirts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first time writing on here, or fiction anywhere on the internet for that matter. I have always had a bondage and discipline fetish (not S&M) and oddly, one for polo shirts, particularly when they are buttoned up to the top and worn with smart clothing hence why its not latex for example. I have fantasised about being in a scenario like this for years and who knows, maybe one day I might get to do something resembling it. Enjoy, and hopefully it will be the first of many chapters.

Kim Finds Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

18 year old Kim was home alone for the weekend. Her mother had gone to help out a friend.

By the time night had fallen, Kim was bored out of her mind. She was on house arrest for shop lifting so she could not leave the house and was not allowed to talk on the phone. After cleaning up the house she was looking for something to keep her busy. While looking around she noticed the attic door and decided to have a look. She found some old boxes with old clothes and papers, and a lot of old junk.

Kiss Of The Velvet Whip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome to Kiss of the velvet whip. I wrote this story as an off-shoot of a fanfiction I am currently in the process of writing and after making a few adjustments, I’ve decided to post it here as an original work.

Before you continue, I just want to warn you all that this story includes non-consensual BDSM and rape. SO, if either of those things makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. Both characters are over 18.

Kitty Costume

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Carla closed a one-inch wide, rhinestone-covered collar around her neck, completing her costume. She spun the collar so that the leash ring was centered in front then inspected herself in the mirror. Maybe she was going a little overboard… but what the hell, you’re only young once!

The girl in the cat costume that looked back at Carla from the mirror positively radiated sex appeal. A sleeveless black leotard, cut low down the chest and back, hugged her every curve. The shiny black spandex reflected light in such a way as to draw extra attention to the curviest parts: her boobs, hips, and butt. That butt, like her breasts, was only partially covered by the extremely high cut legs of the leotard. The rest of her butt and her long legs were covered in dark fishnet tights. Those tights didn’t reflect light the same way the spandex did, but she figured that the desired male attention would be drawn to her shapely legs anyway.

Kristen's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the first chapter of the story, if people enjoy it I will post the second chapter and so on and so fourth. Thanks.

Chapter 1: One small step for thought, one giant leap for pleasure.

Kristen looked at her own reflection in the mirror trying to mentally convince her to go through with her plan. She had always been interested in the world of bdsm and even fantasized about it often, but her experience so far had been very limited and for the most part, unsatisfying. That is what she hoped to change when she heard about a local group in town that hosts an annual bdsm retreat at a local hotel. Kristen had read reviews about the event online and after reading some personal stories from past attendees she was more than ready to check in out this year herself.

Lady Noir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.*

The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :)

Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: New heroine, short story

Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.

Behind the screens on the carriage windows sat a single occupant, a petite blond woman in her late 30’s with attractive but pointed features, she sat wrapped in a heavy travelling cape her gloved hands holding documents which she studied intently. This was Lady Sally Blackrook, an Englishwoman of some nobility. Widow of the late Lord Blackrook she was a woman of independent means despite her husband’s wealth. A famed beauty she had remained single since husband’s death however it was rumoured she had her choice of lovers from the great and good of the English and International élite. She was infamous in polite society as an unconventional woman who did not conform to the Victorian role of a lady, shooting, hunting and partaking of other hazardous pursuits not deemed suitable for a lady of her status. In fact she was an adventuress and explorer using her considerable wealth to fund her exploits, there were even rumours she occasionally took the pay of British Government as a spy.

Last Minute Costume

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jeff turned his gray Impala off of the main highway, onto a well-packed dirt road leading behind the hill. The Impala’s headlights were all that lit up the lonely, bumpy stretch of road.

“Where is this party?” asked Jen, Jeff’s long time girlfriend, from her perch in the passenger seat.

“Ken’s old farm house. It’s perfect for rowdy parties. No neighbors. No cops.”

After a short drive, Jeff pulled into the last space at the end of a dark, unlit field that was doubling as a guest parking lot.

Last Minute Costume - The Sequel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ann and Jen are back in this sequel to my story “Last Minute Costume”. Although this story may make more sense if you read that one first, it’s not a requirement.

Jen tightened the leather belt molding the plastic garbage bag “dress” about her waist one more notch and turned toward the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. “Here I come!” she shouted before stepping out of the bathroom into the master bedroom.

Lea and the Consequences of Actions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 11th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle’s centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist’s centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lea and the Unexpected Companion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued.

Leather or Knot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Lets Get This Party Started

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Tonight I was going to a Halloween party with Sheri, and Lou. They are two coworkers that I hang out with. I was dressed as a dominatrix, Sheri was dressed as a slave girl complete with shackles. Her whole costume was very see thru. Lou was dressed up as Pocahontas. She was spilling out of that leather bra.

Lexa's Boutique

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kristen pulled to a stop and put the car in park. She stretched a bit and let out a moaning chirp. The sign above the door read ‘Lexa’s Boutique’. As was the case with most boutiques, it was feminine and inviting. This was the last stop of the day and hundreds of miles from home. It would mean another stay in a hotel.

The lazy days of college and friends began to fade like a distant memory. As a Junior Marketing Rep for ‘Paris Cosmetics’, she had to cover a vast district. It also meant that she had to look her best all the time. Other women must envy her. They had to want to be her. Only then would they buy cosmetics from her.

Life Adjustments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A woman must figure out how to balance requirements of her Mistress with those of her marriage.

As Jennifer pulled in her driveway on a quiet evening nothing seemed out of ordinary. Yet as she put her car into park and turned off the ignition she knew her life and marriage would never be the same. Sitting in the darkness of her driveway, she sat quiet trying to adjust to her situation. Crickets and cicada could be heard chirping in the distance as minutes ticked by. An involuntary shift to adjust the pinching between her legs woke her from the daze of the moment. Reaching down, she gently pulled as the skin between her thighs to relieve the pinching.

Lights, Camera, Ass-fuck

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by the excellent story “Beta Test” by Beast5, the guiding concept of mixing an avatar world with machines to create an alternate reality is explored. This is a new story that adopts the concept and tells a tale of the fictional character Ashley Bennett. The story isn’t an improvement of “Beta Test,” or an expansion of it. I simply want to give credit to Beast5’s story for spinning a different twist on reality. Beyond the central theme, there are several human characters and public humiliation. Mainly though, it is a story of analplay - by the time you finish, Ashley and Ass will be synonymous.

Lisa: A 1-Year Bondage Assignment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt and the first chapter of a story based on a fantasy I’ve had and enjoyed for a long time. The story is about a girl engaging to be strictly tied up by a lesbian couple for a whole year in exchange for a 1 Mln$ fee. Yhey treat her very well but she is being kept strictly bound and gagged 24/7. Her sister (the Storyteller) traces her and the couple agree to let her visit her tied up sister from time to time. This leads to a series of quite enticing and erotic events.

Lori's Self-Bondage Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it.

The Intro

Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree.

Lost in Translation 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Lost in Translation by SG I got to the ’end’ of his story and was really inspired by the concept to continue on with Robin’s adventures. I was able to get ahold of SG and he was gracious enough to not only grant permission to continue his story, but read several of my drafts giving suggestions to improve it/keep to the spirit of the original tale.

Lost in Translation III

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

Lusineh Avakian

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Dear Reader, I submit this story for publication, not that I expect a single person to believe it’s true in any aspect, but because I must write it down to sort out the events that it relates, if only for my own sanity. It is for my own therapy that I write, not for your enjoyment. Comment on it as you see fit - it is of no concern to me. -Darios. 10/12/84

Madame Justine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fancy old style brothel caters for the ‘sexual advanced’ in every way thinkable. A large stable of slaves, often related or married, is run by a statuesque woman and her imaginative staff. Anything goes… The story centres on severe torture, cruel body modifications and extreme chastity enforcement.

Do not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or getting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on.

Maddie Wins the Ass Lottery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE SHOWER

Maddie and Stephanie met at the gym a year ago, and had been workout buddies for the last 6 months. Maddie knew Stephanie was in a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend Nicole, and as they were leaving the gym one afternoon she asked “Why doesn’t Nicole ever join us working out?”

Stephanie said “Nicole doesn’t like to work out, and it shows a little” and giggled. “But I love her anyway. You should come over to the house sometime and hang out with us, I think you’d like her.”

Maid Service Requested

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer was so horny and she couldn’t do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid’s costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning.

Making of a Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Katie moves in with her dad after mom passes away form cancer, Once there she realizes her new family does not like her and when dad leaves she finds herself in deep trouble with her step sisters and their boyfriends

Chapter 1

Katie hated that she had to leave all her friends in the city and move half way across the country. After her mother passed away from cancer there was no one to care for her in the city. The divorce had taken its toll on both her mom and dad. He moved to Kansas and she stayed in Washington D.C. He started a dog breeding farm and was doing quite well, not to mention he had remarried and had two step-daughters from it while her mom was living on welfare dying from cancer. Her mom had stayed single not wanting to place Katie in any awkward situations. Well THAT was over now.

Marie's Committment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Including an edited chapter one. This story is fiction. Attempting to recreate play based on the story could cause personal injury and should not be attempted. This read may not be for everyone, but I do hope if it’s your cup of tea that you enjoy reading it. This story is dedicated to K.M.M. and J.A.B. for giving me the inspiration to look past the darkness and rediscover my inner light.

Marika's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A ramdom rambling lesbian bondage fest….by a girl with an oh too vivid imagination

Part 1

Marika looked around. She was in a windowless room with purple silk sheets and hanging from the walls and ceiling. The floor was covered in thick silk cushions in red, purple and pink. There was one heavy looking door that was closed. She couldn’t remember much about the night before. She had been out with this woman, Sarah, to a club, back to her place and then everything went blank.

Mattie Learns a Lesson

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it!

“Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said.

“I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered.

Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.”

Measure Twice, Tie Once

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Temptation

Smooth hands slid gently over my quivering body as I was lowered slowly into the soft embrace of silken sheets. They came to rest upon my slender wrists as a set of warm lips travelled unhurriedly from the creamy mounds of my breasts down to the moist warmth of my sex. The mouth paused teasingly and my body shuddered with longing, bending and twisting, trying desperately to re-establish contact with that unknown other…

Meeting Mistress Bella

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love reading comments! Hope you all enjoy my first story!

Chapter 1

I stood on the corner of the street, looking up into the dimly lit windows of an apartment complex. Mistress Bella had given me strict orders to call her at this exact spot. Nervously, I dialed her phone number. As I waited, I could sense she was watching me. I shivered from the cold air and hugged my trench coat tightly to my body.

Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 7th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn’t. Thinking wasn’t helping. Though there’s a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that’s the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren’t in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now.

Mei Ling and Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1

It was not planned so I suppose you could call it accidental. In any event it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I had just seated myself at one of the conference dinner tables. As usual at these events there were ten chairs squashed around the table and only the chair next to mine was still vacant.

After the usual introductions the nine of us settled back down and I glanced around to notice her standing at the entrance to the meeting room looking lost. One of the hotel banquet Captains approached her, turned, studied the room and immediately gestured for her to follow him. He had spotted the empty chair at my table.

Melissa's Quality Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Melissa was looking forward to a nice relaxing time in self-bondage…Then Louisa turned up!

It was Saturday afternoon and time for Melissa to relax. After a long, busy week at work, she’d spent the morning doing all the household chores that needed to be done and been to do her weekly shopping. And now, the curvaceous twenty two year old brunette was looking forward to some quality time on her own. Meticulously, she went around making sure that all the windows in her apartment were shut, the curtains drawn and the door to the outside world securely locked. For Melissa wanted no disturbance during the next few hours; no prying eyes to catch a glimpse of the secret pastime that she was about to indulge in.

Melissa's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my earlier story “Melissa’s Quality Time” which ideally should be read first.

Melissa peeped through the gap in the curtains, as the sound of a car coming to a halt outside reached her ears. It was getting dark outside now, and the movement-sensitive light in the apartment block’s car park had just activated to reveal the sight of Louisa’s Toyota Yaris pulling up in the space set aside for visitors. Melissa smiled as she watched Louisa open the driver’s door and get out into the gathering gloom of a chilly autumn evening. “Tonight Louisa” she thought to herself “you’re going to get your come-uppance. And I’m going to take so much pleasure from making you suffer for what you put me through.”

Mellisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories

Memories

I discover three bound women

I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies.

Mermaid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated.

The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv.

I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list.

Michelle - The Daring Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.

As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out.

Milly Restrained

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Milly is awoken from a drunken stupor on the morning of her 19th birthday to be told by her guardians that she is no longer welcome in their house; they can no longer stomach her ignorant and abusive behaviour. They have done their best for her but no more, she must go; immediately.

Milly promises change, radical change; and enters into a contract of behaviour for one final chance to remain in the family home. Forced into chastity, kept naked and restrained; punished; will she regret this decision?

Mirror

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com.

Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story!

I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams.

Mistaken Identity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Category: N/A

Codes: f-f, m-f, non-consensual, reluctant , ()

Clara hated this city. It was small, it always rained and the food was just awful. But the thing that she really hated were the incompetent morons who ran this city’s branch of Calicent. Calicent, one the the worlds leading business to business sales company’s. Numbers were seriously down and Clara was dispatched to sort things out.

Clara was a very attractive blonde. A tight fitting pencil skirt. Her toned legs were enhanced by her high heeled shoes. A tight fitting blouse covered her torso. A bright, red jacket finished her outfit

Mistress Madeleine and Master John Training School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the seconf story about Madeleine and Master John. It has been a while in the writing but it’s herte now, I hope you like it.

Introduction

David and Mellany had been together for four years and married for nearly two, but recently things had been going wrong. They had a long standing love of bondage, unfortunately they were both naturally submisive in nature. Before their marriage they had only experimented a few times with bondage games, but after they married the games became a regular part of their sex life. Initially they took turns at being tied, but as time past Mellany took less and less interest in tying her husband, things had recently reached the point were she had outright refused to play the Domme part of the relationship. This left David feeling letdown and he retaliated by in turn refusing to play the Master to Mellany’s sub. As a result their marriage was starting to fall apart.

Modern Ordeal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Life and punitions of latex slaves

Small precision vocabulary derived from Wikipedia: The ordeal is to pass a physical test the accused deciding his fate. The accused was dressed in religious clothing to submit to the “judgment of God”, the event takes place under the eyes of the tutelary deity of justice, which will save the innocent and prevent injustice. The judicial duel is a bilateral ordeal. The tests were against people with conflicting claims.

Molly's Design

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them.

Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan

Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out.

Mother and Daughter Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties.

Mother/Daughter Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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My Mom

Lets start off with a little background, my name is Courtney and I’m 18 years old, Asian, 5'5’, 108 lbs, 34 C with nice long brown hair with streaks of blond. Not too bad for an Asian chick. I currently live with my mom and younger sister in a spacious home. My mom divorced when she was quite young, however she had a successful home business of which I know nothing of and we always had anything we wanted.

Ms. Krise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dean quickly walked through the halls of his old elementary school. Once again he was running late. He’d promised his ex-wife he’d talk to his son’s teacher about his performance in class. Adam’s most recent report card had been underwhelming at best. But, a client called as he was heading out the door and he couldn’t escape the clutches of the office.

Dean’s ex-wife heard that excuse one too many times, and it contributed to their eventual divorce. He hesitated to call himself a workaholic, but he refused to confront the actual definition out of fear of proving Sarah right about one more thing. She’d be mad again that he was late to the parent-teacher conference, but she’d never find out. They had been less than civil since the divorce and agreed to share the same room only when absolutely necessary.

My Belted Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading!

My Child

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin.

Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.”

My Mew Secretary, My New Owner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1-The Taking

My name is Michael. I am 36 years old and have been married to my beautiful wife Jennifer for the last 14 years. Even after all this time the spark had never left our marriage, to this day I am still as in love with her as the first day we met. And believe she is still just gorgeous as ever! 35 years old, perky size C breasts and still the body of a 20 year old! Needless to say our sex life was amazing!

My Mistreses Final Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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My name is Misty and I’m a 27 year old bi-sexual female slave. I’m Owned by Mistress Gwen Gwen who is strict and ensures that I keep my body perfectly fit and healthy to the extreme. I had recently disobeyed in a very severe way, Mistress Gwen has forbid all of her female slaves from having sex with any of the male slaves and she caught me doing just that one afternoon. She kept me chained in the basement cells for weeks and I knew she was mad, but did not realize just how mad she was. She came in one morning and finally released me, promising that she was about to give me a very unusual session. I thought maybe her anger had passed in the weeks I had been locked down here, but I was mistaken.

My New Mommy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an adult baby story. If this isn’t your thing I suggest you move on.

I was driving home one night in a snowstorm. I was on a lonely country road when my car suddenly skidded and crashed sideways into a tree. ‘Shit’ I thought. I tried calling for help on my phone but there was no signal. The snow was still coming down hard and it was pitch black. I decided to get out and look around. I was wearing jeans, a hoodie and a ski jacket so I wasn’t as cold as I could have been. I walked up the road for ages when I saw a car approach. I waved my arms and it stopped. The window rolled down and I saw a woman around thirty-five with long wavy brown hair.

Nancy's Baby Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young researcher visits the wrong household and becomes the offspring Nancy could never have.

Nancy Jacobson always wanted a little baby girl. She and her husband, Steve, were trying during the first few years of their marriage, but now she was 38 years old and time was running out. They lived in a big, but not very preserved cabin, a few miles outside of town. That and the fact that none of them had a stable job, made it impossible for them to adopt a child. Nancy, a blond, chubby woman with long fingernails, had become increasingly depressed due to this situation, and rarely left the house. Steve, a quiet, thin-looking man, whose, sideburns had just started turning white, tried to comfort his wife as best as he could. But things didn’t seem to change and desperation slowly turned into madness in Nancy’s mind…

Naughty Pussies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Seven young women develop intense D/s relationships. As the story develops, the level of B&D/S&M will increase along the way.

Chapter 1 - At the Bar

The Esquire buzzed with activity as Peaches pushed through the door. A sea of male eyes followed as the redhead sashayed across the room. Her blue spike heels helped to give the illusion that her shapely legs went on forever before ending enticingly at the hem of her denim miniskirt.

New Year's Eve Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lana took a deep breath and wondered what had possessed her to get into this situation. She was standing in line with many other girls, waiting to get into a shabby looking warehouse in the industrial district.

Ninety Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment.

Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it.

No Mercy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word - Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up!

I was disgusted with her. I would spend a lot of my time planning a bondage scene very carefully and then get in character for it in black leather skirt, matching tightly belted jacket and my Mistress boots with heels THAT high and then before I was half way finished I got the signal to stop. Now what is the use of having code red signals if you don’t immediately react to them? I always had.

No Place Like Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tasha walked at a steady pace her stiletto heels clip clopping in perfect rhythm. She hardly glanced at the familiar surroundings, pairs of houses, each slightly different, staring silently back at her. Who knows what secrets lay behind those rose curtains or the bright red door? The lawn that had become overgrown, the house with ever changing brightly coloured hanging baskets, the unmoving caravan, the iron gates that did not quite meet properly. The wall with missing coppice stone. Mr Franklin must have a new car. The twitch of curtains at no 54, that woman really should get a life! Just another street in another town or city?

Nylons & Rubber

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies.

The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine.

Of Female Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Although the next few chapters are drafted, this story is unfinished. If you like it so far, please email me with how you would like to see it develop.

Chapter 1: A Midnight Bondage Walk

Prior to my recent walk through a town in bondage, my thumbcuff walk (see “My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk”), I looked online for ideas for public bondage. I found several stories where people had walked nude and in bondage, usually in remote wooded areas or at night. Nude walking did not appeal to me at that time; I was not, and am not, an exhibitionist.

Oh Come On It Will Be Fun!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh come on Rebecca, it will be fun!” stated Katie to her good friend as they stood outside an adult fetish shop.

Rebecca just gave her friend a questioning look.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you won’t find it fun looking and laughing at all the kinky things in there!” Katie said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her through the door.

As they entered the store the strong aroma of leather in the air assailed their noses and they quickly noticed the different clothes, shoes, and toys that were available.

Oh, What a Weekend!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: The Girls and the Plan

Sara was a “sexy, but cute” blue eyed blonde. Beth was tall, buxom, had brown hair and was aggressive. Gina was a hot but somewhat bossy red head. Lifelong friends, the three young women shared a love of bondage and BDSM. For years they tied and “enslaved” each other, then bought in others, both female and male, to play with them. But the one thing they wanted to do was kidnap someone, hold them captive, and make them into their sex slave, whether she or he liked it or not. Beth often talked of literally whipping them into shape with a dreamy look in her eyes. But for all their talk, they were never able to carry out this plan. There was so much planning and work in capturing someone and holding them prisoner that something always happened to foil the would-be kidnappers. Then Delia came to their school.

Out for Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result…

strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Part 1

Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy!

Part 1: Revealed

The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.

Paradise Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy.

I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning.

Party Installation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at writing something for YEARS! Thanks a lot to JG Leathers and Grimly for being alive and giving the rest of us ideas and concepts to “steal”

At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn’t. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that scene. Thinking yet again about what she thought was something wrong with her she dismissed it, as she always did, with maybe she never could relay what she really craved from her partners. She was not sure she even knew that herself.

Paula And Jane Take A Road Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT.

Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back.

Paula and Jane's Spread-eagle Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade.

It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion.

Paula In Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her.

Paula's Continuing Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story.

_Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while*

Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE

Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back…….

Paula's Modelling Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back

Payback

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why?

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.

Payback

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Marilyn admired the pool boy’s tight, six pack abs as he hosed off the deck. She caught him stealing glances, longing glances, at her long, shapely legs, whisper slim waist and massive, battleship breasts. Marilyn delighted in the attention as she shifted in her lounge chair, giving him a better view. As she did, the sunlight sparkled off the mirror steel disk at her crotch. Marilyn was naked, save for metal plate at her pussy and nipples that locked her sex away.

Peanut Butter Pie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Betsy shrieked.

“Uh.” I said as my brain shut down. Before I could say anything else, Betsy was already halfway to the door, leaving me to deal with the stares of everyone the restaurant.

And the check. This meal had been “Her treat,” as I had just maxed out my cards paying for a new transmission. I did not have enough money to cover her Surf and Turf.

Penalty Clause

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills.

The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge.

Perfect Fit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that.

Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

Phoenix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: When a young woman buys a wooden trunk from a charity shop her life will never be the same again and events will take her to the edge of sanity. The story begins slowly but please persevere. The setting is in the same “universe” as my story “The Model Worker” but this is a standalone piece and can be read independently. I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I did writing it. As ever any constructive criticism is happily received. This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental.

Photo Session

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jen adjusted the shoulder strap of her frilly pink and yellow sun dress. She tilted her head to the left. Her golden blonde hair flowed over her shoulder. “You know I’ve never modeled before.”

The studio flash units fired simultaneously as Mark depressed his Nikon’s shutter button. “It’s hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you hasn’t been the apple of someone’s lens.”

Jen smiled. “You’re sweet, Mark. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Piggy's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have you been in my room?” Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational. The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face.

Janice looked at her tenant and laughed. “Why in the world would I want to go in there? I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu.”

Playing Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is written in 1st person, so the dominant could easily be any sex. But I have selected the F-f tag because the idea for the story was inspired by a work of art by Gnarly Thotep, which depicts two women. One has a noose around her neck, arms bound behind her back and one leg tied up in the air. The other woman is lifting a second rope and looks to be planning to raise the leg that’s still on the round so the woman is forced to hang from her neck.

Poker Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am very active in Second Life and have several novella length fetish fiction stories available there. So if you enjoyed this come into SL and say hi. Katrinka Karu!!

Chapter 1

Jill laid her cards on the table with a sly smile. “Flush.”

Victoria’s face sank and Jill grinned as she reached for the poker chips. A quite a lot of poker chips since she’d bet everything she had on the flush.

Police Demonstration: LA-TEX

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I may write more if people show an interest

A shapely woman in a tight fitting grey silk blouse and a drum tight knee length skirt charcoal gray skirt stood behind a presentation stand she had long shapely legs that were covered in tight black stockings her feet were encased in a pair of paten black shoes with a five inch heel. She wore a pair of thin black glasses she had high cheek bones and long red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She spoke Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Officer Darla Crain; today we will be demonstrating the latest in restraint technology. A new evolution in suspect control and containment, this is the future. Officer Darla held up a sort of black semi translucent jelly shaped like a baton round, it looked like liquid latex but it was solid. It was obviously more substantial than it appeared she had a serious look on her face her large red lips flickered for a second and she continued, the object was about a foot long and three inches thick inside it seemed to shift and move like a larva lamp. This is our replacement to the messy and often controversial glue guns that are known to be indiscriminate short ranged and have caused a few tragic cases of Asphyxiation.

Pony Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Author’s Note: I re-discovered this partial story on an old PC. I started it about five years ago and decided to play around with it again while on holiday. As per my other story, my command of written English especially punctuation has never been that good, so please allow a little leeway. Once again I am into a dark tale of non-consensual slavery and human-animal play. If people are interested, I will add additional chapters as and when I can. Sorry if it’s a bit slow, but that is how I write

Pony Renaissance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the second ‘book’ in the ‘Pony Reality’ series. Wider horizon beckon to Beauties new owner.

Synopsis

(Book 1. Pony Reality). A bored woman accidentally stumbles across an image of a captive ponygirl on the internet that initiates a sadistic desire to own such a helpless captive human equine for herself. Book one follows her growing interest in this fetish, then her plans and preparations as she moves from fantasy to the actual kidnapping of not one but two young women. One destined to occupy a stall in her stable, the smaller to serve as her lap dog (in more than one sense!) Book one terminates a few days after she has acquired her new pets and smugly thinking herself perfectly safe from any outside interference. An assumption abruptly shattered!

Ponygirl Rescue Centre

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mirage was in a bad shape when we rescued her. There was literally no spot on her that hadn’t been whipped, flogged or cropped savagely. And the beatings had only been one facet of the mistreatment the feverish ponygirl had been forced to endure at the hands of her former stable master. Her shoulders were sprained and inflamed from the reverse prayer bondage her arms had been kept in almost constantly. Her feet showed first signs of misalignment, and she obviously suffered from pain in her knees – both evidence to ill-fitted hoof boots. She was also dehydrated, sadly a very common occurrence. An isotonic drink from a bicycle bottle took care of the worst.

Power Outage Payback

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, actually my first ever creative writing project. Any feedback would be appreciated.

It was a dark and stormy afternoon. I was home sitting on my computer lazily browsing the web looking at some bondage videos before my roommate/girlfriend Ashley got home from work for the weekend. Ashley was amazing, 5'8", Blonde, and a toned athletic body. She was also all business, driven both personally as evidenced by her 6-day-a-week workout schedule, and professionally. When we met in college she was always an A+ student, and now she was working in some tech firm in charge of some project she was not allowed to talk about due to an NDA.

PPS

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wrote this because of a conversation I had with someone who messaged me about a previous story, talking about it really got me back into writing, so if anyone else wants to have a chat about this story or anything else I’d love that so drop me an email

Hope to write more parts to this at some point, Enjoy!!

Part One

Something had to change.

The reports of rapes at the university were at an all time high. Too much alcohol, drugs or a combination of both created large amounts of vulnerable students, both men and women being raped, beaten and generally abused. So, the board came up with the P.S.P, the Public Slut Programme. The idea being volunteers would be available to sate the carnal desires of students. With the recent financial crisis, the incentive of having all student loans paid for by the university was seen as a worthy incentive. And it was enough to perk the interest of Rachel, she had been trying to save for her degree for three years but no matter how hard she worked or how frugal she as the money always seemed to find a way to slip away. She had always enjoyed sex more than her friends and often found herself out to the late hours of the morning wearing something slutty looking for someone to keep her entertained for a few hours. She realised that her classmates would probably not like her and call her a whore but she knew it would be worth it, it’s the only way she was going to get her degree. She thought about the idea of having sex with strangers and was surprised how eager she actually was. So, she decided it was a win win, she’d get her degree setting herself up for the rest of her life and she’d get to indulge her increasingly large sexual appetite.

Preparations for Afternoon Tea

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Beautiful wife tricks and dominates her adoring husband. But what does her twin sister have in mind for the two of them?

Scene 1 - Backstage

“Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?”

I hear Miss Debra’s cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory.

Probation Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated.

Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo.

Part 1 - NOW

The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit.

Promotion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Rise and Fall

This started out to be such a great day, Rebecca was thinking dismally. Since the big meeting didn’t start until after lunch, she had slept in past her normal 5:30 alarm before starting her morning workout. She took extra time enjoying the hot shower after shaving her legs touching up her neatly trimmed patch of hair that remained above her pussy. Feeling excited, and just a bit rebellious, she had selected a garter belt, black silk stockings, and a matching lacy black thong/bra combination to wear under her favorite suit.

Punishment at the Ballet Studio

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you like, I’m far from a professional writer, so I’m sure its not perfect.

My name is Katie. I’m a freshman in collage and although I’ve never taken a dance class I’ve always been interested in being a cute ballerina. I’m 5'7 and weigh 140. I have perky C breast and long blond hair. Since I got a full scholarship to collage I can’t fail any classes. That’s not too big a problem, since I can normally get guys to do my homework. Some guys consider me a tease since I’m a good Christian girl who has never had sex or a boyfriend. I’ve never even had any one see or touch my breast.

Rachel's Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This is a follow-on to Lazy Winter Afternoon. It’ll make sense without it, but it’d probably be better if you read that first)

In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed them. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards.

Rain Dance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex

It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here.

Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here.

Reality Television Star

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

Return to Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: You asked for it so here it is ! The sequel to ‘When in Rome…’

In publishing this, I suspect I may be setting myself up to fail; sequels have a habit of disappointing. However, the original received such a positive response that I felt I should try to write a little more about Sally and Mark and their travels if, for no other reason than to give me the opportunity to thank you all for your feedback. It gives me a real buzz to see that people have enjoyed (or at least reacted) to my writing.

Revenge Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman tries to take revenge for being bullied at work. Thanks to Mrhungry for proof reading and editing this story. And for his help in improving my writing.

As with all writers I thrive on feedback so please comment and let me know what you think, good or bad, but if you don’t like it please let me know why. I also welcome E-mails at Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk I will always answer.

Roped In For The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty!

_Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella*

Chapter 1

My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days.

Rose’s New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story so feel free to comment on what can be improved

Rose was a 18 year old girl with light brown hair living in New York With her mother and her sister. Rose was 5,1 feet tall and had a relatively slender build. The summer break had just started so she thought this would be a good day to lounge about in her night dress and watch TV while her mother and sister are out shopping for the day.

Sabina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Domme!

The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina.

The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up then I stopped, removed both hands, and sat back.

Sana's Horrible Fate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third story on long term bondage and slavery. As English is not my first language so please excuse me for grammatical mistakes. The names of the counties /races used in the story are just for the sake of making the story feel real and not to hurt anyone’s sentiments.

P. S : Not all my stories get a happy ending……

“Happy Birthday to you once again” Sana told with a smile. “Thank you for coming to the party” Rohit told in a dizzy voice.

Santa Baby

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little Christmas cheer for the festive season.

It is Christmas morning, 3.02am to be exact and one minute since I last looked at my phone. I’m crashed on Katie’s sofa after yet another row with Vic. Half a bottle of vodka and a joint has got me this far but after eating the last packet of crisps in the house and smoking my last cigarette the rest of the night is stretching ahead of me like a very long tunnel.

Sara Dancing in the Dark

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark

A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities.

Sara's Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Most of the dialogues are actually thoughts of the characters, and are in single quotes ‘. Actually spoken lines are in double quotes “.

The story should get new chapters soon. This is one of my first stories, don’t hesitate to comment and point out the negative points, it’ll help me improve.

Please do not modify this story and do not publish it somewhere else without my consent. If you liked it and want to share it, just give a link to this page, it will be the only one I’ll update. Thank You.

Sarah's Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sarah gets more than bargained for when a new girl moves in upstairs. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Sarah looked in the mirror with a sense of satisfaction. “Not too bad” she thought to herself. At twenty eight her body was still in great shape, her blonde shoulder length hair had been freshly cut and her new jeans and t-shirt, whilst nothing too exciting, fitted her well and showed off her slim but shapely hips and pert breasts. For once she was feeling good about herself. She had a good office job, a nice apartment in one of the better parts of town and so what if everyone else always seemed to be off having adventures or wild romances, she was happy with her quiet life. Much less stressful, she thought, to stay in and read a good book. There was no chance of any more heartache or self destruction watching a dvd was there? Or whilst cooking she thought hungrily and started to walk towards the kitchen. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah wasn’t used to visitors and wondered who it could be. Normally they would ring the outside bell. Ah! she thought it must be the new tenant upstairs, the landlady had told her she was moving in this weekend. Sarah opened the door which lead into the corridor shared with the upstairs apartment. Standing on the other side was a girl of eighteen with a curvaceous figure, dark, almost black hair, a black shirt and expensive looking, tight fitting shiny black trousers. She was beautiful and she knew it with her deep red lipstick and confident air. “Hi” she said as she rather condescendingly looked Sarah up and down “My names Trixie, I’m moving in upstairs today”.

Sarah's Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Amy had the perfect figure for a model, her slim shoulders curved into a tiny waist and then out over the cutest of hips and down into long slim legs. Yet she looked on jealously at the only other person in the gym.

Sarah was sitting on the leg press where her strong athletic legs were moving almost half the stack of weights. Like Amy, the woman was in her early thirties and like Amy the woman had long brown hair in a ponytail. Amy observed the woman discretely, her white trainers with hidden socks leading up to muscular legs and on to an athlete’s butt. Her thighs in particular were from a Greek goddess, tanned and chiselled and flexing effortlessly with the weight.

SAX Demo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

With each wrist and ankle strapped to the pillars on both sides and the high heavy collar on my neck I could not move enough to see my own feet or hands. Dressed in a black nylon fishnet body stocking, leather bra and panties to match I made a fetching sight. It was an unusual demonstration assignment in this up scale bondage store.

When the training gag went in my mouth and the blindfold covered my eyes, I began to think that anyone, customer, employee could walk up feel, molest, even rape me and there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes, I began to imagine how they would violate me and even hoped they might at least caress my breasts and legs, just a little. They announced that the store was open. Gawd, strangers would be walking up to me to get a close look! I began to panic from humiliation.

Sci-Club-Fi Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :)

_Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.*

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Searching for Enlightenment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

Secretly I Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Seduction at Belinda's House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A sequel to ‘Seduction at the Old Gaol’ with James and Belinda, Sophie (Belinda’s grown up daughter) and Kate (Belinda’s friend).

Part 1

It was a few years later and Belinda and James were now living together. It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon and James had spent the day working from home.

“Hi darling, I’ve finished,” his smiling voice flowed freely through the intercom.

There was a short delay as Belinda’s bare feet skipped across the kitchen and retrieved her intercom from underneath a pile of washing.

Segahay Castle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Castle

Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty.

While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place.

Selena

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lin had always considered herself a bit of an outsider. In school she liked looking at boys as much as the rest of her friends, but she also had funny feelings when she looked at girls. One time another girl offered Lin ten dollars to make out with her in order to tease some boys, and Lin was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. And then there were the locker rooms. Oh, the locker rooms…

Self Bondage Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a small girl, 5'4’’ and 100 lbs, with long legs and ample breasts, a shaved virgin pussy 22 years old and live in a small town in Illinois. My name is Megan, and we keep it at that for now.

I have been interested in self-bondage for as long as I can remember, and once in awhile I like to have a little bondage time to myself. I make situations that I cannot get out of for a long time, literally forcing my self into bondage for some time. Usually I am “spending the weekend with some friends”, but I am really in an old barn that is not in use, down by a creek on my families property. I found it with some friends, but they forgot it instantly. I have made it livable, scrounging up a bed, refrigerator and some little things. Once over spring break at age 19, I spent 3 days hog- tied. I was in there, and had set a timer to turn of the lights in the day and close the blinds on the windows during the day, so had to wait 3 days for enough moonlight to undo the combination that bound me.

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Sexpo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Kate and Emma arrived for the final day of the exhibition. The stand was set up as it had been for the last few days, with its big glossy pictures and its collection of shinny silver restraints and cages. As per the previous days, Emma took off her jeans and t-shirt so that she was wearing only her bright red bikini and high heels. She was tall, slim and tanned and had long blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. Kate managed the business side of the stall. She had dark hair and was more soberly dressed in smart jeans and a top.

SG Claire's Interrogation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission.

Chapter 1

“Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!”

Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, “Not you two again.”

Shackles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was originally written by Clinton Crayle (“C. C.”) in the late 1970’s, and it was published in Bondage Life magazine. I edited and updated the original, and I am posting it with the permission of the original author.

I’d heard about a new night spot in the heart of the Olde Towne district: “Shackles” - ultra-chic, ultra-kinky and ultra-in. My job as the highest-ranking female executive at HQ didn’t give me much time for leisure though, and none of my dates ever had the courage to take me there. So, I never went into the place… until the night my car broke down right outside.

Shannon's Descent into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of sexual fantasy. In no way does the author support the ugly reality of human trafficking. Everyone in this story is a work of fiction.

This is my first attempt at a short story. Despite being my first language, English is not my forte so pardon my many grammatical errors. This isn’t the sort of story that I can ask those that know me personally to proof read. To be honest, it makes me wince a little to read. Not because of the dark sexual content but just the poor writing. It’s a bit silly but I’m grateful for the instant ability to publish that the internet provides. I would love to hear your comments or criticisms.

Sheathing that Desire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Susan and I have a great marriage: fun, friendship, and the sex is fantastic.

But sometimes, fantasy demands a little bit more. That’s why we’re lucky to have Janie.

Janie’s been a good friend of Susan’s since before I met them, and she’s our traveling companion when we go to science fiction conventions. Last weekend, for example, was a really good convention… and a really great time in private.

Friday night, after a full day of work and then the hassle of getting to the convention hotel, I spent probably too long hanging out and reconnecting with friends. It was late when I got back to the room, and I tried to be quiet, thinking Susan and Janie might already be asleep. When I got out of the shower, I knew something was up.

Shelia Pays Off Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Show Me Your Craft

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

Side Vocation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Silent revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize.

_How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.*

“Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not.

Silent Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Monday

Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation.

Silent Street

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Silent Street is one of the ancient thoroughfares in the town of Ipswich in Suffolk, England. No one knows for certain how the name came about, but one theory is that, during an outbreak of plague in 1665, the death toll amongst the residents of this street was particularly high, and thereafter the area fell ‘silent’. This story, however, gives a more modern twist as to why the name might be apt!

Simi's Long Confinement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my first language.Not even my second one. So please excuse me for the grammartical mistakes. The story is about long confinement, metal bondage and kidnap.if you are looking for a sex story you can look elsewhere. To be continued ….

Chapter 1

Simi woke up with a bad headache and blurred vision. Her head was heavy and the room was dark.she could not remember anything. She tried to sit up but found out she was restrained. She was horrified. Her hands were bound over her head with some kind of metal handcuffs. Her legs were spread and bound in the same way. She has no idea how she came here.

Since You Asked

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Tried to see what I could do with basically just a monologue. Feedback is appreciated.

“Mmmmmmph! Nnnnh? Eeeeh?!”

“Yes, yes, of course! I’ll explain everything to you. Since you asked. Just so you know, I can’t understand a thing you’re saying through that gag. It’s one of my largest, you know. Strapped in there nice and tight like that, and held in by that hood, it really muffles and garbles everything but basic vowels. By the way, that hood fits you like a glove! Do I know how to pick them or what? With the laces cinched down, it’s like a second skin! The leather is so smooth. Very sexy on you, if you don’t mind me saying. I’m quite proud of myself for sizing you up so accurately.”

Sister's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4" stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.

Slave Modeling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.*

Slave School - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great.

Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room.

Slaves Retirement Facility

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

Sleigh Ride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer/foreword

Hi, this is my first story, and thus I’m not sure if it’s merits. It is fantasy pure and simple, the technology is unrealistic and I doubt the rest of the story is much better realism wise. Finally, all feedback is greatly appreciated, if anyone has ideas on how to continue this story I am open to it, and I intend to write more stories with Morina in the future.

Slip of the Tongue

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Let me start by introducing myself my name is Laura i am a 23 years young girl long brown hair, medium build and imo good looking. What im about to tell you is a true story one that happened quite recently so here we go!

Well the day started like any other the alarm began to beep dead on 9am making me jump at first, still tired I reached for the alarm to turn it off, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I Stood in front of the mirror began to apply makeup and a lovely shade of red lipstick smoothly along my lips. I headed back to the bedroom and changed from my pajamas to a pair of Black silk panties and bra, a lovely ruby knee length dress and black leggings ready for my days trip.

Snuffle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Snuffle”!

That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with her mouth wrapped around the feeding station.

The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high.

Sophia and the Giving of Thanks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 12th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.

Sophia and the Unpleasant Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 10th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed.

Sorority Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the year. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day but my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to college in Boston to escape our parents as well. While they were only in upstate New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit.

Stephanie's Humiliation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I’d love to see that…)

Chapter 01: Office Bitch Tags: No sex (yet)

Store Clerk 2 - House Arrest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Note: This part of the story is my own rendition of what likely happened that night at the end of Part 1, if the author wishes this part taken down from the site then so be it, no hard feelings, but I thought it’d be nice to continue the story for all the readers out there, anyways without further adieu onto the story.

Part 1

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “wait a second, run that by me again Steph? You plan to just leave me like this? The club closes at 2am.”, “I’m aware Jessica so that gives you a little under 3 hours to find everything, and don’t worry, as I told you I had the bouncers hand the stuff out to regulars or people they know. But that’s just to start off, the stuff may be passed out to people who don’t come here regularly then you might be waiting more than a night or 2 to get everything off, but I’ll check on you tomorrow to see your progress, and who knows maybe we’ll have some more fun, have a good one Jess.” Steph gave me a little wink after saying that, and then lost her way through the crowd as she headed for the door. This game of Steph’s was fun for awhile but I think she overdid it with this part, I was so turned on and wanted to cum so bad but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, the damn vibes wouldn’t let me. Every time I came close the cycles would go down again and start over, it was quite frustrating, so I began my search for the 10 combination numbers and the 15 keys I’d need in order to finally give myself a very well deserved release.

Stowaway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stacy swallowed hard as the door hissed open. She had to do it. They had made an agreement. This was the only way. She took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Apart from the light flooding in through the door behind her, the room was pitch black. It was difficult to tell how large the room was, or if there was anything in it. Stacy took another deep breath. The only way to go was forward.

subGrrl Deconstructs: Submissive Feminist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story 2: in which subGrrl’s reality coefficients are adjusted for nefarious purposes.

I would like to thank my “patrons’” who follow me over on Deviant Art at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com, Ms, Harrison, Mr. Mrhungry, Mr. Vader, and Mr. GospodinP. They make it fun and keep me interested in writing the story.

Laysan would like to suggest the following music to go along with Story 2: Explode.

I hope that you enjoy this part of the tale. Please comment if you have a moment. Tell me what you like, what you hate, why, how you are doing, whatever…

Subinatrix: Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Sugar Daddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”.

Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place.

I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down.

Summer Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to ‘Summer Project’ It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Surprise Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a drawing by Raul Fernando. If you’ve seen it, you may recognize which one before the story is finished.

“Okay, boys,” Mary said. “Have fun at the movies and all. We’ll meet you at my house afterwards.”

Johnny grinned and gave me a wink. “And you girls have fun shopping.”

From the arch leading to the kitchen I watched them leave: Johnny, my boyfriend, and his two best friends, Kenny and Tim. Johnny turned when he reached the front door. “I love you,” he mouthed silently, looking at me with that beautiful smile-attractiveness runs in his family. Then he flipped down the collar of his coat and walked out into the cold winter air.

Surrender at Kari's Lair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A couple months ago, a friend from SecondLife challenged me to surrender to Kari. The plan was that I would go to her door dressed in my Wonder Woman costume and surrender to her when she opened the door. The only problem with the plan is that her front door is in full view of her neighbors. I really wanted to obey the challenge so I worked out how to do it at my house when Kari came to visit me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long before her next visit. One night while she was staying with me, I told her I had a surprise for her and that she’d need to wait upstairs and change into her Mistress Klaw costume while I set it up. I went downstairs, listening carefully to make sure she wasn’t trying to follow me and crept into the bathroom, where I’d stashed my goodies earlier.

Suspended Release

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when?

I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often.

Suzy's Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Suzy gets more than she bargained for, when her friends turn up to find her in a tight spot of her own making.

Suzy pulled on the tight fitting cat-suit with a rising sense of anticipation. The shiny metallic black outfit glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed in through her bedroom window as she slowly eased the skin-tight fabric up legs already sheathed in black tights; smoothing out any wrinkles as she proceeded up over her thighs and hips to her waist, then onwards over her bare breasts and shoulders, slipping her arms into the waiting sleeves before finally reaching her throat. Dexterously reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper upwards to her neck. She was now encased from ankle to neck in the figure hugging suit; the stirrups under her feet ensuring that the legs wouldn’t ride up. Turning to admire herself in the full length mirror, the image that stared back at her was of a slim young woman in a second skin of shining spandex that produced a faint swishing sound as she sashayed across the room. Suzy always deliberately purchased her cat-suits - of which she had many - a size too small. That way she ensured that there were no folds, creases or wrinkles; just one smooth layer that clung to her skin over every square millimetre of her beautiful young figure.

Suzy's Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. If you like it, I will write more.

Suzy was worried, not overly, but was concerned about what she saw as a misunderstanding. She would be able to sort it out; after all the police were only human.

It started a couple of hours ago when Suzy left her office for the drive across town to her boyfriend’s apartment. She had taken this trip many times before and knew the short cuts to miss the traffic. This meant going through some children friendly residential areas but at this time of night, there were no children around so her journey was straightforward. The local council had passed laws stating that children had the right to enjoy the residential areas above all others. To Suzy this meant that she had to drive carefully to ensure that she didn’t run into any of the groups of kids that might be out.

Taken to the SS Ranch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Taken

It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him.

Taken to XS - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my conclusion to Dr. Saavik’s unfinished story “Group XS” (written with his consent).

Catherine’s friends and family have been taken by Group XS, and now she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into their web as they seek to exact their revenge.

Introduction

One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished ‘Group XS’ by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here’s a summary to help catch you up:

Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

"…any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity."

Tantalised

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiona’s first week in a new job ends with her getting a rather bizarre insight into the brand of hosiery created and marketed by her employer.

Part 1

Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap.

Tatianna's Task

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOGUE

As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal.

Tatianna's Treasures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

Taylor's Poker Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always loved the idea of bondage poker, and I hope it isn’t too complicated. Please, comment away, and let me know if you want me to continue. It could very well end here, but I would also like to explore Taylor and the Lady as well if you guys think that’s a good idea. Thanks!

Prologue

Taylor slowly pulled her shirt off, taking her time not to give everyone watching a show, but because she was so worried about it. She had never been in only underwear in front of someone else, and yet here she was, stripping for her three friends.

Teen Fire & Frost The Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

this story contains bondage, torture and sexual explicit content. The story is for entertainment purposes only. It should only be read by persons of legal age and in areas where this material is legal… the bottom line ADULTS ONLY…all persons portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older…. this is a work of fiction…. if you don’t understand that seek help.

Teen Fire and Teen Frost are my creations please do not use without my expressed permission

Teen Fire and Frost vs The Sorority Slavers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Kara and Tara Bishop had both modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies; it amazed most people that they were just stepsisters because they looked so alike. Both were 18 years old, 5'6" tall and about 120lbs, both were extremely attractive girls with flawless tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls had perfect breasts, if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart shaped asses. They could very well have been sisters, even twins; they even shared the same birthday. They both were currently Freshman College students attending City College on gymnastic scholarships; both girls won dozens of trophies for fitness competitions and loved to play beach volleyball. Team Bishop was ranked nationally in the sport.

Tegans Torment | Part 1 of 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue: The Package

David studied the lengthy wooden crate that now lay on the tiled floor of the large rustic kitchen. He liked this room in the mornings; when the sun shone through the expansive windows that gave a panoramic view of the trees and mountains behind the property. At that time of day, the rays cast shadows over the light oak table he’d installed in the centre of the room. It was his favourite place for studying the overnight financial news whilst eating breakfast.

Terran Farms - Best Milk In The Galaxy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The bad news: Earth has been conquered by invading aliens.

The good news: They have a taste for human milk.

Full Story

Prologue - Rise And Fall

The battle for Earth was lost before humanity even knew it was being waged. The Vacarian scout shop that stumbled upon our solar system had found an otherwise perfect planet teeming with pesky intelligent life - mildly dangerous, but nothing they hadn’t dealt with before. It took only a few days for the Vacarian scientists onboard to develop and deploy the virus that would doom humanity. It was fast spreading and entirely symptomless, except for the fact that it rendered its victim sterile after a few months. The plague was stealthily seeded in the largest cities on each continent and then the scout ship continued on its way.

Thank You, Anne Gray

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHORS NOTE: I wish to thank Anne Gray for her permission to use and refer to some of her wonderful stories in writing this, as well as allowing me post it. I offer my heartfelt thanks from the readers she has entertained with all the stories she has written, and, I beg her to continue to entertain and delight us with more adventures.

I need a good cry, so I pull the car over to the side of the interstate.

The Abduction of Amanda 2: Taken and Sold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This my third posted story under my bondage modeling name this time as I model for bound Kathy and friends and on fetlife.

The way it is written may seem strange but please bear with me i have done it as i would replies to the online game i play from my perspective as the story is based on a game my hubby ran

Chapter One: The Abduction

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Adventures of Agent Suzzan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Agent Midsummer is an operative of MI7. Whilst on a mission she is captured, teased, tormented, and tortured by a series of evil criminals and materminds as she stumbles from one predicament to another as she tries to escape

Chapter 1

Mission Failure, Suzzanne falls in with some very bad people

She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice she spoke close to her ear “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”. She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still”

The Adventures of Boot Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Forget Wonder Woman !

Join Boot Girl as she battles Villainesses across the Harmony skyline, rescues damsels in distress and endures some pretty intense bondage…while trying to hold down her job and explore her submissive side.

Part 1: Introductions

‘This is good stuff.’ Jezebel takes a second sip of wine and settles back on the expensive white leather sofa crossing her legs on the back of the pretty and nearly naked brunette tied securely to the low table in front of her by lengths of soft silk rope. ‘I must say I really admire your taste.’ Jezebel looks round at the spacious apartment with its minimalist decor. ‘This is a lovely apartment. And, of course, you’ve been so helpful. I’m sure you’ve earned a good few hours of pleasure tonight.’

The Adventures of Raika Élan ESQ

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a bondage loving attorney who occasionally becomes a damsel in distress

Update (07/31/11) - The continuing saga of a comely attorney who is crowned Hostage of the Year, (well actually Runner Up). If the Hostage cannot perform her duties, her Runner Up …

Chapter 1 - Bait

DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2007 TIME: 2:16 AM LOCATION: DAVIES NATATORIUM

Raika Élan, Attorney-At-Law, floated passively in the water. A wet suit encased her body. Actually, the counselor wore two wetsuits and a large dildo filled her anus. The “full Aldridge” her captor quipped. Putting on this get up was difficult, but the added warmth slowed hypothermia in the frigid water. The rubber clung to her perky breasts as they heaved with each labored breath. Raika feared that each inhalation may be her final one. Despite the experience of her many misadventures, this time she confronted overwhelming dread.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Bachelor Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Woman in the Cage

“Hi, Janet! I’m so glad you could make it!” said Kim Miller, a slender 27-year-old brunette of Asian descent, as she opened the main door looking somewhat agitated.

Standing at the porch was 26-year-old Janet Whitley, a gorgeous blonde who happened to be Kim’s best friend and next-door neighbor. “You sounded awful over the phone, so I came as fast as I could. Is everything ok?” she asked concerned as she hugged her friend and peeked into the living room looking for anything amiss.

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Bicycling Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

The ferry docked at the island and Emma and Kate took their bikes and started to wheel them off the ferry and on to the quayside. They had the whole weekend to cycle around the island, enjoy the beaches and generally get away from everything. The island was sparsely populated at the best of times, and this was out of season. They had hired a small beach hut to stay in, literally meters from the beach.

The Birthday Present

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

This is absolutely delicious!" Emily chirped, as she took another bite of pasta. She had been very confused at first when her coworker, Anne, invited her to an impromptu dinner party at her house. Emily had only been interning at the firm for a few weeks, and hadn’t made many friends. She was usually the type to keep to herself, especially being so much younger than most of her colleagues. She was a junior in college, but most of the colleagues were very accomplished adults, which made her feel much younger and inexperienced.

The Black Dress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it.

_Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.*

Chapter 1

I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear.

The Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A teen goes looking for her missing older sister in a bondage club and allows herself to be enslaved by the Mistress of the club

Chapter 1

Kendall hesitantly walked in through the front door to the club passing into a foyer. The walls on each side of the hallway were decorated with murals of nude woman bound in different positions with all types of materials. Some in leather, some in ropes, some in metal or wood with others bound in combinations of several different materials. All looked restrictive and some even painful.

The Bondage Wheel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The idea for this story came to me when I read ‘Playing Games’ back in December. I then occured to me to do this story in the future based off the popular TV gameshow. This is the second story I’ve posted to the web, but my first time to this site. I’m very definitely an amateur writer and it takes me a long time to iron a story like this, so don’t expect this to continue past what is here.

The Bookworm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman’s journey from being a wallflower.

Prologue

A bookstore.

The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation…

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

The blackness was all encompassing, as was the silence. Carly could hear her own breathing, but that was all. She was used to it, and the sensation of isolation no longer affected her as it once did. She was not alone, she knew, someone was outside the box, somewhere, watching her.

The young woman lay perfectly still on the black slab of hard plastic that served as her bed. She knew that to move would provoke pain. It took only a few movements, long ago, to demonstrate the pain to her. It was like everything else she was required to do in the box: follow the precise instruction or feel the pain.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Bum Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Well what do you think?” Kate asked as she led Nicole and Dania into the cellar. The women looked at the heavy metal box that was no larger than 1.5 foot cubed. “Well how do you restrain someone in that?” Nicole asked disappointedly. “Oh easily” Kate smiled.

The box was made up of two halves with a join around the middle allowing the top half to lift up. It had a round hole in the middle of one side that was half in each part of the box. It also had a glass like surface on top.

The Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Kate was a slim attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She was a corporate lawyer and worked for a well-respected company. She had had a number of short-term affairs but was currently single.

She had arrived late at the flat. She had walked around for a good half an hour before she’d found the right place, a ground floor and basement flat situated behind a row of shop. She rang the doorbell. Natalie, the woman whose advert she’d seen in the local paper opened the door. “Sorry I’m late,” Kate started, “this is not the easiest place to find”. Kate stood there in her smart, well-fitting trouser suit and looked at the other woman. Natalie, who was wearing jeans and top, checked her watch.

The Call of the Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Charlotte finds the attraction of the handcuffs too tempting to resist.

Maybe she should have checked the whereabouts of the keys first!

Charlotte found it difficult to avert her eyes from the handcuffs. Not one, not two, but three pairs of seemingly identical shiny metal shackles, just sitting there on top of the bookcase. Each bracelet lay open and welcoming. It was almost as if they were trying to entice her; calling out to her:

The Camping Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is inspired by events that took place during a camping trip I went on when I was young, and which was partly responsible for developing my interests in rainwear and bondage. Parts of the story are true, other parts are fantasy.

Part 1

Jessica enjoyed camping, she liked being outside with nature and the fresh air. She was tall, about five and a half feet, with long blonde-brown hair. At the age of 17 she had the freedom to go out camping by herself, but she enjoyed the company of being with others, despite not having many friends. She had never made friends easily, never quite sure why, but she found it hard to hit it off with other girls.

The Chastity Corset

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko

Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think.

The Circus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll-up, roll-up…come and see the Circus…the greatest show on earth…

Everyone loves it when the Circus comes to town…the daring young man on the flying trapeze…the roar of the crowd…the ringmaster…the fearless lion tamer…the smell of the sawdust in the ring and the greasepaint…this is the Greatest Show on Earth…

Gasp at feats of the acrobats….be amazed by the strong man and the knife thrower…this is Barnun…the traveling show…with a gypsy fortune teller…the exotic rubber woman…this is magic and mystery…Billy Smart and Buffalo Bill…performing ponies and dancing bears…excitement, thrills and spills…the experience of a lifetime…watch the parade of dwarves…visit the freak show…gawp at the bearded lady…the tattooed lady…laugh at the tears of the clown…

The Coincidence

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The Collectors Apprentice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This takes place in the same world as my first story, “The Foundation Slave”, but focusing on a different aspect of it.

This story explores how The Foundation collects it’s slaves through teams of highly trained personnel known as “collectors”. A pair of collectors are on a job when their best laid plans get complicated.

Chapter 1

Gregory sipped his coffee and waited, patiently, for Connie to finish reading the target file. After a few minutes she closed the file and looked up. “This is good work everything seems to be here.”

The Countess of Symiade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is chapter one of a forthcoming novel about the BDSM adventures of a female artist abducted in southern France.

Chapter 1: Abducted

The afternoon quiet had settled over the provincial town of Aix-en-Provence. A bright Mediterranean sun was beating down on the Cours Mirabeau when she emerged from ‘Les Deux Garcons.’ Paula blinked at the glare as and walked off, a little unsteadily after a luxurious lunch with the gallery owner. They had celebrated the end of a very successful 10-day exhibition. Almost all of her exhibited work had been sold. Each day she had spoken to very interested potential customers. One of them even had talked about a commission to decorate his villa in Antibes….

The Country Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life…

1. A Victorian Evening…

‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’

The Craziest Girlfriend in the World

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a complete story.

I met Ashley Atkins when I was just 22 years old at a lakeside bar. She was absolutely fucking hot. A ridiculous bubble of an ass, a tight waist and perfect full breasts that she almost always had on display. Her face was straight out of a princess catalog but with a bit of an evil tinge to it. She fell head over heels in love with me almost immediately. I’m not exactly sure why because I never reciprocated…at least in reality. I fell into the habit of saying I love you too to not hurt her feelings and lose the chance to continue to fuck her. Because in addition to being absolutely fucking hot, Ashley was also absolutely fucking crazy and crazy chicks are always great in bed.

The Crime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The crime:

My name is Jessica and I’m writing a story about my crime and my time in prison. It all started back in July of 2025. I recent law had been passed that all sexual crimes are treated differently from other types. Special prisons were built to handle these types of offenders more severely to keep our public safe.

I was in a relationship with my partner Katie. We had been together for 5 years when she decided to cheat on me. She met a girl named Charlotte at a bar while I was on a business trip. When I got home a day early to surprise Katie, I found her in our bed with Charlotte. Katie never showed me her kinky side but Charlotte was handcuffed to the 4 corners of the bed while Katie ate out her pussy.

The Curator

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best.

_Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.*

The Curse of Queen Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell.

The Dancer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft.

_Update (10/28/11):* Enjoying this so far, hope you do also.

Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.*

Chapter 1 - New Purchase

Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley.

The Deviant of the Dark Ages

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The premise: A dark, sinister tale of harsh injustice and vengeance in the medieval era. Loyalties will be tested, limits will be pushed, and lechery will run rampant - nothing is sacred in this supernatural tale of sexual depravity.

Prologue: Plunged Into Pain

A young woman swayed gently through the dank air of the cold dungeon cell. She was suspended by her ankles above a large clear cistern, her bare feet spread and locked against the cold stone ceiling by thick chains and heavy shackles. Her long crimson hair dangled just above the glistening pool, though it was already damp from the moist subterranean air around her. She could see her reflection in the glassy surface below: a pale girl stared back, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her countenance shivering with apprehension yet wearing the stoic expression of one who refused to give in to her fear. The only light in the dim cell came from two wall-mounted candles whose flames cast a soft glow across the girl’s naked form. Her chiselled figure and shapely curves taunted her, serving as unwelcome reminders of a time long past - a time when she would do the teasing and her body was revered as divine, not strung up like some hunk of meat.

The Devil's Workshop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

*She struggled because there was nothing else to do but it wasn’t to get free, she already knew that was impossible, it was to prevent her muscles from atrophying and her mind from screaming even if, physically, she was currently incapable of doing anything of the kind.

Mentally she was alert enough. She could still remember the jab of the needle in her upper left thigh and the hands that had held her tightly as it was emptied into her but right now everything else, apart from the fact that she was held rigidly to a chair, bound tightly and blindfolded and gagged, was just a blank….*

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Dip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Rhonda Moore checked her make up in the rear view mirror and was excited at her first day of her new promotion. Center Chemical’s new chief of R&D Rhoda Jacobson. She was happy to be in this position and had done everything to earn it. That everything meant everything! She was stuck on a problem and she had spied someone else working on a similar problem but from the different end. She stole the note off of that persons desk and made the very incredible breakthrough.

The Dominant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

The Dominatrix Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading!

The Experiment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated.

Chapter I - The Prep

The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects.

The Fall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it. Remember, I live for your feedback, so even if you hate it, let me know. Jenny xxx

_Update (10/19/11):* Hope people are still enjoying this - lack of recent comments is a bit discuraging. If you’re still interested, please let me know. If not, I’ll work on other stuff.*

Update (11/13/11): Thanks for the feedback, glad people are enjoying it. I think you’ll like this bit :-) As always, please comment to encourage me to write more. Jenny xxx

The Fire Within

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Convention

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery.

Chapter 1

Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Task Force

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another story in the on-going “Foundation Chronicles” stories.

A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat.

Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize.

The Foundation Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A short story intended to introduce a world that I hope to write more stories in going forward. This is a complete story describing the process of training a slave for the service of a secret organization called The Foundation.

Chapter 1

Haley’s eyes fluttered open, her vision going from a grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focus. She saw only a cement wall in front of her. Her head was pressed against a hard backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around.

The Frustration Factor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Meter Level One - Establishing A Base Line!

As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom.

The Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

He hadn’t really wanted to play this new game and anyway the two women were being very secretive as to what it really involved. Brad was sitting in the back of the car with Emma and Victoria in the front. Both women were in their mid-twenties, both slim and attractive and both in the aerobics class that Brad took each Friday evening. Victoria was wearing a pair of well fitting blue jeans and blouse; Emma was more casual in tight denim shorts and a t-shirt. Having had no plans for that evening, Brad agreed to spend the evening with them.

The Gingerbread House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment.

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this 3 part sci-fi spoof we go back to the 1960s, when the forces of UNCLE (The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) were battling the evil THRUSH Organization. Our heroine, April Dancer, was recruited by UNCLE right after college. In Part 1, April goes through a rigorous 90 day probationary training period, which included the UNCLE Torture Chair Test and a water torture test. When she passes, April enthusiastically participates in UNCLE’s bizarre recreational sex program. In Part 2, April takes part in UNCLE’s Field Exercises. She is captured and tortured by members of a lesbian women’s team. After the field exercises conclude, April and her friends are kept for nearly 24 hours and forced to play lesbian bondage sex games. In part 3, April and her best friend double cross 2 of the lesbian women and trick them into a night of heterosexual bondage sex. April must endure THRUSH’s latest weapon, The Fucking Machine! Finally, April becomes a hit in UNCLE’s Playroom.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.: The Dog Gone Affair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE’s secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly’s office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece’s mainland. A few of UNCLE’s native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

The Good Education

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror.

The Great Marvolo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Jennifer Harrison for her assistance, and for letting me read her great-great grandmother’s diary.

I write stories with bondage, not bondage stories, so this story isn’t just a collection of tie-whip-rape scenes with a little bit of filler. If that’s what you’re looking for you’ll be disappointed, so go elsewhere.

My father, Sir Charles Harrison, FRS, DPhil, was dying. He had been dying for months, but now, in this first week of June, 1889, the end was near. He was wracked by another spasm of coughing, and the cloth he held to his lips was stained with blood. “Jenny, come closer,” he whispered.

The Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The Hiker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse. It was only three weeks since I had cleared my workshop of the last project. My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker.

She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5'2", body screaming for attention. I ran the picture through my mental computer. Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse. Over her left shoulder a half empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like girl in her late teens or early twenties.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The Hunger Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sci-fi bondage story based on a very popular book and film series. This is my first story on this site, so please give as much helpful feedback as possible in the comments. If you like this I’ll probably continue writing in another part. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Kat was woken by a harsh, repetitive beeping sound. Opening her eyes, she saw that the sound was coming from a small red timer, counting down second-by-second. 58… 57… 56… 55… Kat was very confused. The last thing she remembered was talking to a tall, shy man in her student coffee shop. He seemed pretty friendly, his name was Kevin… or was it Keith? Anyway, all she could remember after that was a stinking cloth being held to her face the moment she walked into her flat. The dull headache and sense of nausea in Kat’s stomach slowed her waking, and she struggled to take in her surroundings. The timer appeared sideways in her vision and was floating, seemingly impossibly, in mid-air. Light from the opening of what appeared to be a cave hurt her eyes, and she could feel mud and stones against her left arm and bare ass. She attempted to reach out to touch the timer, to somehow stop the piercing noise in her now sensitive ears, only to find that her wrists were locked together behind her back. Looking at her naked body, she noticed a thick metal belt around her abdomen, with a large black button at the front. She could just about see that her wrists were encased in some sort of hi-tech bracelets, as were her ankles. Suddenly her senses came to life as she started to panic. Where am I? Who bound my wrists together? What does this timer mean? Is it a bomb?! 16… 15… 14… Kat sat up and squirmed away from the red display as best she could, covering her lower body in mud, until her back was pressed up against the cold rock wall of the cave. 6… 5… 4… She closed her eyes, hearing the last beeps 3… 2… 1… 0… Her arms flopped beside her as the cuffs released.

The Hunger Game Part II: An Exchange of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is the sequel to my original story, ‘The Hunger Game’. Below is a brief summary of the plot so far for newcomers, however I recommend that you read the original before starting this one. The story is set several hundred years in the future. Here’s the plot so far:

Kat, the main character, is abducted, and wakes naked in the wilderness, with metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a metal belt with a large button. She discovers that she is in some sort of ‘game’, run on points called ‘Arousal Points’, or ‘AP’, which can be used to buy food, ’time’, and a way out of the game. To obtain these Arousal Points she must sexually stimulate a slave. To obtain a slave she must simply press the button on their belt. This will give one hour of control (more time can be bought). Once a slave is under someone’s control, they can use a diverse voice-command system to materialise and control hi-tech bondage equipment, along with various other toys.

The Immigrant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

I wrote most of this story in about a month, then added the last few chapters over the next couple months, and now it’s been two more months and I can’t write another word of it. I will probably never finish it, I’m afraid. I’m not even sure what the appeal was in the first place. Do note that Gagged Utopia does not have a “transgender” tag, so consider this it. This story doesn’t take place in the real world or any particular fictional world. Feel free to email with any other feedback, although I rarely check my inbox, or leave a comment.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment.

This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!))

The Itch That Could Not Be Scratched

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author!

SISTER’S DEVOTION

Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks.

The Jeannie in the Bottle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Karen was a pretty girl of 24 slender build with large breasts and a firm round ass. Her hair was shiny golden natural blonde. She lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Working for a museum as a secretary she barely made enough to survive.

One day while cataloging some newly arrived artifacts from India she discovered a very interesting bottle. She began cleaning the bottle with a rag when smoke started spraying from the top. Concerned she set the bottle on the table and stepped back.

The Kennel Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve decided to post the first three chapters of the Kennel Master as I’m pretty happy with them and I want to test to water a little. Like other stories I’m working on, it’s extreme and very dark in flavour; none of the main characters are very likeable and what goes on is uncompromising, brutal and very non-consensual. So, as usual, the standard words of warning are: do not read it if that isn’t something you don’t like to read about it. Also, if you do, please do not try anything written here at home as that would mean you’re in need of help and rapid, lengthy incarceration. Another note is that, despite the length of the story, there isn’t much of a plot - it’s just a description of a typical day in the life of the main protagonist. But it may eventually serve to set the scene for other stories set against the same background. We’ll have to see. Otherwise, I’d love to hear what you think, so please feel free to drop me a line at Honorius@gmx.co.uk, write a review or whatever. If folks like this, I’ll post more - several chapters are already written.Thanks for reading this far at least!

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A group of friends discover a chest full of very adults toys and clothing. What lurks inside will unlock their inhibitions, allow them to explore their desires and ultimately change their relationship for ever.

Notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote, I didn’t think it was that good and was reticent about publishing it. There is a partly written 2nd chapter which I may release depending on its reception. There are many ideas and concepts within this that appear in my later works.

The Kidnapper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

This one looked too good to be true. Short blonde hair, long shapely legs, a derriere barely covered by the tiniest of cut-off jean shorts, and breasts pouring out of a low cut halter top. And then there was the most perfect thing of all about this one. She sat cross-legged next to a broken-down BMW on the Ocean View Road ten miles out of the city and two miles away from anyplace USA. Lisa had seen some open invitations before, and had taken advantage of her share, but this one…! This one was just too good to be true.

The Kidnapping of Jennifer and Dan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!!

The Kingdom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Renaissance Faire never really closes…

Prologue

The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded its demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity.

But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members.

The Leather Twins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation.

The Lock Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I don’t know why I agreed to this” Brad asked himself out loud as they parked the car and walked up to the front of the building.

“Because you want to show me how much you love me and trust me and so I can be sure that you don’t misbehave while I’m at Claire’s hen weekend” Kate reminded him.

Kate rang the bell discretely labeled ‘Lock Up Inc.’ and waited for a reply.

The Mask

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis:

Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware.

P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me.

“For they have seen the King appearing in power

As a god who lives on his fathers

And feeds on his mothers

The Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I take off my glasses and rub my eyes, looking away from the computer monitor in an attempt to dispel the beginnings of a headache. The clock on my wall says it is too late to be studying. I smile, turning on my swivel chair to look down the length of my very small, very narrow, very cramped (but en-suite) university room. I had arrived at university with the intention of going wild and breaking from my boring tradition of being a good girl, of doing my homework the night it is set, but have somehow slipped into my old ways without realising it. I curse myself and get to my feet, wondering what the rest of the campus was doing on this warm Thursday evening.

The Meaning of Desperation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I read all comments.

If she could have spoken she would be berating herself, loudly. The thick rubber phallus filling her mouth stopped almost any sound, and it was held in place by the stretchy vinyl hood that covered everything but her nose and eyes, her long blonde hair poking through a hole in the back. The most noise she could make was an exasperated huff. Carrie’s thoughts were a blur, as they usually were for the first half hour or so after her tormentor finished with her, but one kept coming to the surface. Why do I keep letting her do this to me?

The Mother-in-Law Popped in for Coffee

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

Now on to the story . . . .

Part One

It was 6:30 and Peter had stepped out of the shower just after me. He came up behind me and put his arms around me to give me a cuddle as I was drying off. He started stroking at my breasts playing with my nipples so I reached behind him parting the towel around his waist and started stroking his cock.

The MRI

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks as always to Bethany (handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Michelle got up early to drive herself to the hospital for her scheduled test. She was going in for a newly developed MRI procedure that was hopefully going to shed some light on her condition. For almost a year, small patches of numbness had been forming on her skin, sometimes accompanied by tingling or minor pain. They could appear anywhere on her body, would last from five to ten days, then would simply disappear.

The New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always I enjoy any and all comments.

“So, you think you’d like the position I’m offering?”

I was standing in a trendy bar next to a high table late on a Sunday evening. There were plenty of seats, but I didn’t dare hop on the stool. On the phone she’d told me to dress as erotically as I could, and that the offer depended on her being impressed. So there I stood, in a body stocking covered by a leather over-bust corset that laced in back, long black gloves and a latex miniskirt that just was not willing to cover my rear, let alone allow me to sit down.

The Oculus Mirror

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Prologue

The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn’t stumble. Soon he came to a row of shops and entered the one with the sign ‘Antiques’ hanging above the door. Walking into the room he took a look around and noticed something amiss. The clerk came out of the back room and spied the old man and said, “Hello Herr Brunner, how was your lunch?”

The Only Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The new girl who had moved into the house-share fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and was always well dressed, although usually in casual attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys. Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings with her and the other two housemates, Kate still didn’t know much about her – there was a certain attractive mystery surrounding her.

The Perils of Enhancegirl: The Smell of Chloroform

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first in the sixteen story saga of “Enhancegirl”, otherwise known as Sophie Scott. Sophie is a superheroine in a world of many such people, possessed of drastically enhanced senses, save for her hearing which is normal. As the title of this story implies, Sophie’s powers give her a serious weakness: she is extremely sensitive to sedatives.

The overall saga of Enhancegirl starts off very simple, but becomes gradually more complex and continuity heavy over time.

The Pink Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else.

These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night.

The Pole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The orgasm rocked me like a tidal wave. I screamed into the ball gag. I was thrusting against the straps violently as wave after wave rolled across me. The vibrations from the plugs subsided and I could feel myself relax. I couldn’t move that much. My breathing was starting to calm down when the plugs came to life again. It started like it always did very low, not really to a rhythm. It was gonna be a long night. Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The sounds that came from around the gag were nothing but grunts.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Pony Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Amber creates a ponygirl outfit to wear to a fetish night club. This leads her into contact and under the control of a strange powerful woman. How far can this relationship go? How much will be too much for Amber?

Amber looked at herself in the mirror. She almost could not believe what she was seeing. Her ponygirl outfit was striking. She shivered. She had always loved all things equine although her experience with actual horses was very limited. She was not wealthy. And such things were more available to the more privileged class. That did not include Amber.

The Power of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well.

Chapter 1

On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family.

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Replacement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)!

Chapter 1

Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound.

The Robbery of Croft Manor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source.

Part I

“It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!”

The Romban Guest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email.

Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights.

The Savage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a translation to English of the longest story I ever written.

Please be aware that the English version is abridged from the original. When translating I tried to edit out any inconsistencies. I hope I got it right.

It is also a very dark story. When one vanilla person lives out his most twisted fantasies I guess we might end up with one story of domination and submission where the kink feels good and nice.

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Deep in the heart of rural Suffolk sits a secluded mansion house; the subject of numerous rumours and tales of strange goings-on.

Into this environment, three women are drawn. They have never met, but their paths are destined to converge, and their lives become inextricably entangled with…The Secrets of Shackleton Grange….

Chapter 1 - Cathy The Cat Burglar

Cathy scaled the perimeter wall and momentarily sat atop the high brick structure. Her eyes swiftly scanned the landscape in front of her; no trace of guard dogs roaming the overgrown lawns, no sign of security personnel or movement sensitive lighting. In fact, aside from the wall and the securely locked wrought iron gates, there was very little sign of there being any preventative measures having been put in place to deter trespassers from getting into the grounds. Her gaze drifted further afield, towards the mansion house about one hundred yards in front of her. The rambling old building, with its Tudor architecture, had seen better days, but was still quite impressive, even when viewed in twilight. How many rooms were there? There must be at least a hundred, Cathy guessed, taking into account the towers that rose at each corner above the main body of the building. Although not visible from this angle, Cathy knew - having cased the joint carefully over the past few weeks - that the house was actually built in the shape of a U, with the two arms, or wings, creating a vast courtyard at the rear. Adjacent to this, a number of outhouses, including a stable block, had been added at a later date. Set in more than a hundred acres of mainly wooded countryside, deep in the heart of rural Suffolk and more than a mile from the nearest village, Shackleton Grange retained an air of mystery about it. At one time the rural retreat of an aristocrat or lord of the realm, the present owners kept themselves to themselves and were rarely seen, even by the local populace. In fact, no one really seemed to know who lived here. But whoever they were, they must be extremely rich, Cathy reasoned, to be able to have bought, and then maintain, such a vast estate. And it was this wealth that had acted as an incentive for her coming here tonight.

The Shy Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Models needed to demonstrate new clothing line for large convention.

Mary fired off her application to the job posting, hoping as she always did that this would be her lucky break. Her lack of success thus far in the modeling business had been frustrating. She had the looks, her friends all agreed on that. At five-foot-eleven, her thin but curvy body and striking face never failed to turn heads wherever she went.

The Sitter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is only the introduction to a story I am currently writing. Please, critique away! Also, I only put the tags for this part of the story, will add more as time goes on.

_Update (2014/03/26):* Sorry for the extraordinarily long time in updating. The story took a little bit too dark of a turn for me, so I abandoned the story for a while. Any suggestions for how to go on from here without going extraordinarily dark would be nice! Thanks!*

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

The Spy Rider

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I write for nothing more than your comments, good or bad. I hope that you all find this a compelling tale.

_Updated (2013/04/16):* Heartless is interred in a hard shell forced to see, hear, and feel everything that her doppelganger experiences as she returns to her Mistress.*

Updated (2013/05/22): This is the conclusion of this story. Thanks to Ms. Harrison for proofing my writing. Thanks to Absolutist for letting me steal bondage devices from his stories. Laysan suggests that a good song to listen to after reading this is this by The Thermals.

The Stringent Bondage of Marie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Marie had been kept in a very severe hogtie since her kidnapping. Each wrist had been pulled back to its corresponding ankle and bound tightly to it on the outside. This pulled her back into an arch. Then her knees and ankles had been bound together, as had her elbows. Loops of thin cord cut deeply into the flesh above and below her elbows, forcing them to touch.

She had been gagged very heavily. Cloth was wadded into her mouth, crammed into each of her cheeks. Then a large head harness ball gag had been forced into her mouth, stretching her jaw to the maximum. The straps had been pulled just as tight as was possible. She had a rubber swim cap on her head. Stretch rubber adhesive tape had been wound round her head and mouth over the ball gag. Vertical wraps prevented any jaw movement. Pads over her eyes were similarly taped with tight head circling wraps. If that was not enough, a leather gag strap head harness was drawn tightly over the mouth windings. The D ring at the top had a length of rope attached that pulled her head back as far as it would go.

The Substitute Teacher

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A relatively short introduction to Miss Garret’s first experience with bondage. Open to suggestions of where the story goes next.

Chapter 1: The Trap

Miss Garrett started her new school last Monday. She hated being a substitute teacher, always being the new girl and never getting the chance to settle in but it paid well and she had no other job options at the minute so she stuck at it in hope that something more permanent would become available.

The Summer Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I did not set out to write a novella. I knew where the story ended but I let the characters pick the path that led there. In the process I have become very fond of these characters. I hope you enjoy them as well.

Jennifer met the end of the semester with mixed emotions. She had enjoyed her first year of college, being away from home and living in the dorms had been great. She also enjoyed school. She had been disciplined, worked hard and maintained her grades. That didn’t mean she had not had fun. After all, college was not supposed to be all work. She had been lucky as well with her roommate. They had gotten along well from the moment they met. Abigail Johnson, Abby to her friends, which included Jen, was also a freshman, but a lot more outgoing than Jennifer. Jen did not consider herself to be shy, but this was the first time she had lived away from home. It was the first time that she did not have to check in with someone and get permission for the things that she did. That gave her a feeling of freedom, but it came with a twinge of guilt whenever she stepped outside what had been deemed to be the expected boundaries.

The Surrogate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

The Sybian Duel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction -

Hi, my name is Katherine, but my friends call me Kat, NOT Kate, and not Katie, and not Kathy, but just Kat. I turned 18 about 6 months ago, and graduated from prep school a few weeks ago. I’m bored and as horny as Hell for a good sexual adventure, as are my other girl friends. I’m 5 feet 10" tall, 125 pounds, with a well toned athletic body and long long lean legs topped by 35" hips. a 22" waistline, and I wear a 36C bra. My hair is a long lustrous shiny dark red, and I usually style it to curl around my breasts in front, and deep green eyes. I have 3 other BFFs. We all live on the same block, and have been friends since elementary school or sooner. First is Meagan, who lives 2 doors east of me on the same side of the street. She is probably the most personable of our lot, standing at 5'8", about 120 pounds, long curly brunette hair, penetrating deep brown eyes, super legs, a waist as narrow as mine, flaring out to 34"-35" hips, and a 36B chest. The houses on our block are all 3 story monstrosities, on huge lots, with a basement, and servant’s quarters on the 3rd floor, and usually a built-in elevator.

The Test Run (BMF Series)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Internet of things - why not integrate that with bondage? The technology is already there to make this device, I think it is more a question of liability and other legal issues. But technically absolutely doable.

Chapter 1, the Test Ride

Lucy could barely wait - but she had to. After delivery, the BMF required substantial setup. It also required ploughing through a lot of documentation, but eventually all was in order and system tests were complete. The new Bondage Master Frame was ready for its first ride.

The Torture of Choice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

then…

Justine walked unsteadily into her condo, so stunned that she didn’t shut the door, staring ahead of her in shock. There was a hole in her wall. There was a hole in her wall!

It was a big square hole in the brick wall, perhaps four feet above the floor, a foot by a foot, smooth on top and bottom, uneven on the sides where the overlapping bricks had been removed. It was in the wall adjoining her quiet, weird, mousy little neighbor, the spooky one whom Justine privately called, “Marion the Librarian.” She was taller than Justine, so perhaps the “little” was unfair, but the rest was true as true can be. She was shy, never making eye contact, never speaking above a whisper, always brushing quietly past with a barely perceptible nod whenever she and Justine met in the hallway. And the only sounds ever emanating from the mouse’s condo had been those of construction, and even those had been muffled, and only for the past few days. But this – this hole – as a result! Justine was furious. What in the hell had the little idiot been thinking? Justine decided to find out.

The Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Hello. Is there anybody there? I can hear the music, but I cannot see anything. If anybody is interested, can you please let me out? I will explain. This will take some time so please bear with me. It started a couple of years ago. I work as a writer. I write stories for newspapers and magazines. I make a good living from it and used to have a nice penthouse apartment overlooking the River Thames. My mind is mixed up over the tie I have been here, so please bear with me.

The Twist of the Magi

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is submitted for the Winterfetish contest. I’ll be continuing it further even after the contest.

Chapter 1

“Wait, what?” Bonny wasn’t sure she had heard Ellie right.

“I said, I want to buy you, Bonny,” Ellie said matter-of-factly, leaning back into her plush sofa. She crossed her stockinged legs for Bonny to see, and hoped her placid face would not betray the thundering beat of her heart in her chest. Sitting in Ellie’s beautiful family room with Bonny across from her, Ellie felt like she was floating. She had said it, which was most of the battle, in her mind. It was an amazing thing to do, and Ellie felt a rush of sexual energy course through her. She just prayed her long history with Bonny would save their friendship if Bonny didn’t like the question.

The Uniform at University

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Katie and I am a freshman at an all-girls collage. My roommate and I both experimented with each other in our first semester and are now a couple. This particular collage has a very good reputation and has several companies that hire exclusively from its graduates. The college got bought by some rich business man and he had made some radical changes over winter break. First off tuition was now free. He was concerned with the amount of sex going on. Std’s were a problem as well as pregnancy and girls just being distracted. Any of these could lead a promising girl off her career track. He also thought that since uniforms help students do better in high school, they should be worn in college to. He wanted everyone to be judged on who they are and not just there looks. We were told we would be expelled if we did not comply with the new uniforms. We were told we would be provided all the clothing we needed. Since it was such a great school, it was worth any odd uniform request. We had to fill out an extensive contract over break. It mentioned punishments for misbehaving and restrains may be used as necessary to enforce good behavior. I never got in much trouble so I wasn’t worried.

The White Rabbit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

Therapy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story was translated from the dutch to the english language, so I hope, the sentences and phrases do not sound to artificially

Part 1

Times had changed. The most female cat-burglars, Jana knew or had known, had left the business or retired and left the city. In this city, women had always dominated the breaking-and-entering-business. They went into the mansions of the rich and took what they wanted, while men always stayed in low numbers. Thank god, Jana thought, because men couldn’t control themselves. They broke in to many houses and steal to many things, so that the police couldn’t ignore the problem. Women knew, how the keep the attention away. Especially now, with only a few left.

Three Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I asked Laysan to write a short story to go in the novel I am working on. She asked me to post it for her as a standalone work. I will relate any feedback the story receives back to her and report her replies (appropriately filtered).

Laysan suggests to follow this story by watching the following youtube video entitled “Safe Inside”.

I am not the artist of the video. Nor do I know the artist. Laysan simply suggests that it feels the same as her mood when she wrote the story.

Through the Cracks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.*

Part 1

In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence.

To the Dairy Queen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the beginning of my first attempt of a story of this sort, some kinks to be worked out. This is a story about the thrill of resistance.

Chapter 1 : Like a Movie

Finally, a chance to relax. It was the first week of summer after a headache inducing junior year in college, and I was set to resume my easy summer job manning the digital projectors in the old movie theater. By the third day home and second day of work everything seemed routine already, basically a repeat of last summer except fewer friends to hang out with. Many of the lost were marriage casualties or had signed up to become military dicks or the peace corp, same thing right. Others were taking summer classes (a nightmarish thought) and others still simply had moved from my small hometown in rural Virginia. The only people left were the rednecks, not exactly my crowd so I was too willing and too excited when she came strutting sexily through the vestibule.

Tokyo Calling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : the pictures feature fetish model EMILY MARILYN. She was kind enough to give me permission to use them for my story.

(In case you are wondering where to get the complete photo set from, there is none. These pictures are actually just screenshots from a custom video she did for me. And if you are interested in the video, email EMILY and ask her nicely. Maybe she’ll put parts of it on her website.)

Total Darkness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession

Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since.

Tough Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help.

Part One - Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.

Tough New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley

Chapter 1

Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again.

Trainer, to Trained

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my very first story, so forgive me if there are flaws in my writing, Thank you, and enjoy.

Chapter 1

The girls pleaded with me, however they were trying to accomplish that. I really wasn’t paying attention. I wondered in the back of my mind how many I have treated like this. I had lost count. The girls I captured and trained became nothing more than faces that needed to be disciplined before the next auction. Hell, I hadn’t even remembered how I had started this business.

Training Triplets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt.

Training Worm Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Obviously, this is fiction. Never attempt something like this in real life. BDSM should always be safe, sane and consensual. I welcome constructive criticism and ideas about how I could make this story and future installments better.

Chapter 1

I waited with bated breath for my newest delivery. I was so excited that I paced nervously on the floor. Going back and forth between watching the blaring television and checking for updates on my tablet. I looked at the longingly at the lovely face on the television screen, the missing young woman, Amy Park, an up and coming Korean American state senator who had died yesterday in a plane crash. She was lauded as a hero for her work fighting human trafficking and would be sorely missed.

Trap of the Black Widow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Eden was invited to come over to visit her new friend Ann. She arrives early in the afternoon and finds the key under the mat like Ann had told her and lets her self in. Ann has a beautiful home. Eden sets about exploring, knowing that Ann would not be home from work for several hours. The two girls had made a date to go shopping that evening so she has plenty of time. This is her first time here so she was understandably curious.

Trapped - Lucy's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this.

A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, and she was dressed in a tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. Definitely not the doctor and nurse she had been expecting.

Trespassed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The eagle has landed…

It felt like she was that bird. She was grounded all right. But not on the moon, although she felt like in heaven. The sun was great. It was warm in the white sand. She smiled to herself. She didn’t care if she wasn’t an eagle. He was. Her adored husband. Her master. He was like a predatory eagle, always slowly circling around her, and then…. it was more than sufficient for her.

Try Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos.

Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him.

Tuesday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide.

Turned On By A Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her.

Twenty Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism.

Chapter 1

I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Under New Management

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: She made the mistake of trusting someone. Now it’s too late to change her mind. She is has become dominated and dependent on a person who takes over her life and liberty.

I keep saying to myself that all I need to do is to stay calm and I’ll be all right. Someone will come to get me soon. Can you believe this? I’m a prisoner in my own house, caught in a trap of her making and my complicity. A game I was drawn into that has gone seriously wrong. I feel that I can’t trust anyone again. I shift on the bed to get comfortable. It’s another vain hope; she has used specialist equipment to restrain me.

Unexpected Find

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Tammy, a very educated 24 year old lawyer (soon to be married) had an awful verbal fight with her handsome young 23 year old boyfriend. She decided to get in her car and go for a ride to clear her mind. While driving for nearly 15 minutes, the rain became a monsoon and caused her to veer from the road and end up in a ditch.

She began walking in the torrential downpour when she noticed an upscale community with multi-million dollar homes. As Tammy came up on the neighborhood she noticed one home that was still lit up it was already 1:00 AM and she saw the mailbox with the name of Mrs Joan Caldwell. Nervous and wet , Tammy figured she might as well knock on the door and get help and also get out of the rain. Her cell phone she forgot back at home and what good was that doing her now. Tammy softly knocked on the door when a woman in her mid 60’s came to the door in a robe and asked how she could help. Tammy explained her predicament and asked if she could contact her boyfriend by using a phone to call him.

Unfriendly Reunion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fan fiction from the U.S. television sitcom “Laverne & Shirley”, and is meant to get stay consistent with the show’s theme and tone that takes place in the late 1950s/early 1960s. Therefore, it’s PG-rated at most, and may not be for everyone.

They were the best of friends since elementary school growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin who complemented each other in personality and appearance. There was demure Cindy Feeney, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short yet stylish brown hair that ended around the base of her neck, a slender frame, with fair skin and blue eyes. She dreamt of being swept off her feet by a handsome doctor, settling down somewhere warm to raise a family. And of course, there was her best friend in the world, Laverne De Fazio, who stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, with long sandy brown hair, brown eyes, with an average yet tomboyish frame and build. Streetwise and tough, Laverne always made sure no one picked on Shirley. In turn, Shirley kept Laverne away from the bad influences that would’ve ruined her life as a teenager.

Violet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her step-father had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways to distract him from complaining.

Virtual Conditioning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Virtual reality has become one of the fastest growing fields in the computer science industry. The technology is so advanced that the latest models are capable of simulating nearly anything, enough to make the game world all but indistinguishable from reality. The Sherbrook Institute uses the latest in cutting-edge VR to offer almost any erotic experience imaginable. Anything, no matter how hedonistic, sadistic, or immoral.

Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter Bonding

Visiting the Library

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a visit to a public library. Because I wanted to try a suggestion from a fan, I decided to embellish the story with an alternative although fictional ending.

As always - I’m Danish and therefore not responsible for native English speaking peoples strange desire to have us all speak and write their language fluently. I have decided to refrain from furher proof reading of this particular story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

We Need to Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

Weekend Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda was really stuck this time. She had placed herself in a hogtie with handcuffs placed around wrists and ankles and the linking chains crossed to complete the hogtie. This did give her enough slack so that she would be able to squirm her way to the keys in the next room.

To make the trip more interesting, she had placed a vibrating egg in her pussy, just turned to low to keep her constantly aroused, but (hopefully) not enough to cum. This was secured in place with a tight crotch rope that would stimulate her more (not necessarily pleasantly) as she squirmed to her escape keys. Nipple clamps with weights on small chains were also used to discourage her from struggling too fast to the keys. She needed to make slow, smooth movements so that the weights wouldn’t jerk on the clamps as she squirmed on her side. For added difficulty, she had blindfolded herself.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

Weekend With 12 Sailors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my 3rd and final story in my “Weekend With” trilogy. Our heroines are first taken, by their husbands, bound to a dumpy dive hamburger joint, where they wind up dancing topless with a bunch of soldiers. Jennifer and Sally have so much fun that they return to the same place bound, and dance topless with the same sailors for a short time. However, they are kidnapped and taken to a hotel, where the sailors have their way with them.

What Friends Are For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: Please note that this is my first story and all constructive critism would be greatly appreciated. _edit* Thank you for all your support and comments, apologies for the long wait for the conclusion to the story*

Chapter 1

Sophie was 18; she had looks that most women would die for. Her hair was a gorgeous brown colour which flowed to around 2 inches below her shoulder line. She had icy-blue eyes and a very slightly pale skin tone. She was still a bit depressed when her boyfriend dumped her for a girl whom Sophie did not like one bit. In order to cheer her up, her best friend Sammy had invited her to her house for the weekend as Sammy’s mother was visiting friends in the Lake District which, by train, was two hours away so there would be minimal disturbances from her for the duration.

What Friends Are For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

One of the best aspects of a true friend is the friendly rivalry which pushes each one to strive for achievement. Certainly that is true for my wonderful friend Liz. I can share my life as a slave master in my blog and email, but how often can two slave owners share a quiet night together with their submissive.

What a fine evening it has been. Our submissive are now kneeled in front of us, arms tightly strapped at wrists and elbows, ankles crossed and eyes lowered waiting for our instructions. They are of course forcefully gagged with wide straps pulled to the extreme holding in mouth filling ball gags. Here’s how it gone. We had gone out to a fine dinner with our submissive, Petra and Joni. And what a foursome we were. Petra and Joni, formerly known in their pre-submission days as Peter and John, had been gradually and thoroughly feminized by Liz and me. Tonight we looked like four pretty girls out for a fun Saturday night. Liz and I wore tight designer short skirts which showed our curves off nicely. I wore a silky somewhat transparent top with a lacy black bra tantalizingly visible underneath. I am far larger (36 DD) chested than Liz who was able to let her cute nipples push out against her tank top. We are both tall and fit women, even muscular, imposing figures to most men, but still very attractive.

What Happens in Vegas....

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story.

Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire

Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing.

What Has Happened To Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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..Oh boy oh boy what has happened to me.

I think I am in trouble, no, I am sure I am in trouble! And I think it will take some time until trouble is over.

But that will take time.

Why have I lost my mind and walked with open eyes into this situation.

What The Fuck?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;)

The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same.

What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations

I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first.

When Gabby Met Carrie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A teenager on her gap year is carrying some surprising baggage.

Carrie was from New Zealand, here on her gap year. She was everything you might expect of a confident, pretty eighteen year old out to see the world; blagging a ride here and a few nights on a sofa there.

This was how I ended up offering to take her to London.

I didn’t mind, I work there and some company in the car was a pleasant change for one of my CDs on the trip down from Manchester.

When in Rome...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: We all do things on holiday that we wouldn’t do in our everyday lives including the adoption of local customs or dress. Some we recall fondly, others we might prefer to forget. In this story a professional couple ‘go native’ with surprising results.

We’d read it in the guide book but I’m not sure either of us believed it until we arrived at the city and saw it with our own eyes. However, it was true, there were guards at the gate stopping all visitors and ensuring all women who entered the city were restrained.

When Rivalries Turn Ugly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat.

When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story.

When The Tables Turn: A Revenge Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect.

Who's Under the Bed?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wasn’t really going for a work of classic literature, I just went for the classic components: bondage, check. Lesbians, check. Orgasms, check.

Any other boxes you wish it filled?

The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow!

Willing Surrender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back!

I. Countdown

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be.

Winry's New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome.

Chapter 1

Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished.

Winter Break Distraction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane.

Work of Art

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is meant to be a One Hit Wonder (I always enjoy his stuff), hope you like it. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Updated (2012/05/22):* Well, I lied. Actually, this was going to be a one-off, but then I’m terrible at letting characters go, and thought of their further adventures. I hope you like it, please leave me a comment, you never know, you might inspire me to write more…*

Working Late

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword

Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy.

- Rubberwolf

Chapter 1

At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief.

Worst College Class Ever

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My second story. I keep mine short and to the point. Enjoy!

It was Avery’s first day at college and she was brimming with excitement. She didn’t know anyone yet but she planned to make lots of friends. In high school she had been a straight-A student for all four years, and she hoped to do the same thing in college. She had selected her classes very carefully and had packed all of her classes into only two days. She didn’t have any classes this day but she wanted to check out all of the rooms she was going to be learning in.

Wrong Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Comments are appreciated. They’re fun to read, whether good or bad. :)

Chapter 1

Here I am padlocked inside of a cage that I barely fit into, wrists cuffed behind my back with tight black leather cuffs, my ankles similarly cuffed, and a ring-gag fitted tightly in my mouth. To make it worse the cage is in the corner of a basement that has been converted into a dungeon, which belongs to a professional dominatrix that I’ve never even met before. I’ve been in here for almost two hours now and being on my knees with my body bent over so that my face is just centimetres from the ground has gotten extremely uncomfortable. The black latex catsuit that I’m wearing doesn’t do anything to relieve the discomfort either. It just makes me hot and sweaty, especially with the weather lately. I have no hope or raising the top half of my body or moving around, so I just stay in this position. A leather curtain has also been draped over the cage creating total darkness and adding further to the heat. Here’s how I got here.

WWW.Live_Your_Dreams.Com

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One of Two

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”

Yet Another Shop Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Unrealistic premise? Check. Unfathomably naive ‘victim’? Check. Tricksy sinister fetishist? Check. I do believe I have fulfilled the requirements for a fetish shop short story, and hopefully I did the trope some fresh justice. Dedicated to all the writers here who wrote the fun and sexy shop stories that were the inspiration for this one.

Rory Baker owned a fetish shop. It had been her favorite dream during her horny teenage years. Oh, to be surrounded on all sides by sensual and erotic clothing and toys! To share that heady pleasure with the blushing submissives and braggadocious dominants, to revel in shared naughtiness and unspeakable fantasies! Upon getting her first extracurricular job she had started saving up for it. When her other friends had started going to college or getting married, she had picked up another job and even started camming for that extra bit of money. Her parents did not approve of her intended line of work, so all she saved was all she got. Their excuse: besides being lewd and crude and completely sinful, it was a long shot, unfeasible, too risque and niche, especially for this part of the country. So, naturally, Rory had dedicated 100% of her spare income to dream no one else believed in.

You Have to Love my Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wife knows about the past Mistress session and wants involved. My old Mistress is sadistic and now she has both my wife and me

My recently new wife “Samantha” of six months she knew of my kinks with past Mistresses without the details. We have played back and forth and as time goes by she’s starting to get into it more and more and even though I enjoy using her and having her tied at my deposal. Sam is ten years younger than me with mid length auburn hair and a great body. Sam doesn’t have to work so she hits the gym three times a week. She has great legs, a nice ass and a firm C chest I am a lucky guy. But I still enjoy being dominated past her means she tries but she would prefer the submissive side best and as I said she is really starting to get into it. I’m not sure how she would really act if she knew all that I have had done to me. About a month ago she started asking more questions about my past Mistresses and what we did during the session. I just told her some of what we did only way more intense I guess you had to be there. When is the last time you seen a Mistress? A while ago I said. After we have been married? No I said. Besides over the past year prior I only seen one and I have not seen her after our marriage. Do you miss her? What do you mean? Nothing I just know you like more than I can give you in that department and I enjoy receiving I just wondered what else there was.

Zainab and the White Christmas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack.

“And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride.