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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. ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.) ...

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. ...