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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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……. ...

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 ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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. ...