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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. ...

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. ...

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!!! ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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. ...

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 ...

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. ...

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? ...

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. ...