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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. ...

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! ...

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. ...

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.” ...

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. ...

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.* ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...