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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. ...

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. ...

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…. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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… ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...