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Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments. Chapter 1 The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority. ...

Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone’s eyes following us. It’s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling “FUCK DOLL” dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, “we won’t be needing these,” and locking them in her wall safe. There’s no escape for me tonight. ...

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome. Chapter 1 “Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table. “Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage. “I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied. ...

Author's Note: Hi guys! I had this idea recently and wrote it as quickly as I could so it got done! Hope you enjoy! Part 1 My girlfriend said that she wanted to hang out tonight, so I told her we could. She got to my house and i was still doing my homework. She told me she would help me with it for a cost. I asked her what she wanted and she answered to be tied up. So I made her a bet. After my homework, I would tie her up and if she could get out in ten minutes, she could dress me up, give me a makeover as if I were a doll, and tie me up and keep me tied up for as long as long as she wanted. I also agreed to be her personal bondage slave every weekend for a year. If I won, I could strip her down and tie her up 10 times a month for a year. She hastily agreed. ...

Author's Note: Just another silly, fast-paced quickie. It won’t win a Pulitzer - but might evoke a smile. Donna was feeling a little confrontational. Her brothers were hogging the television even though they knew that her favorite show, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, was on. “It’s a repeat,” Paul had said. “We know you already saw that show, anyways. We’re going to watch Judge Judy.” But it was Donna’s turn to watch and her brothers were just being jerks. ...

Author's Note: First story on the site. I hope you like it, as it starts of quite tame with a bit of humiliation. However is will go quite dark and will continue to get worse for the protagonist as he descends into severe pony play. If you have any criticism, positive or negative, feel free to leave a comment! Chapter 1 Oliver watched nervously as Cindy steered the car around the pothole. Further along the road, the dense forest opened up and a couple of large wooden structures became visible. Cindy slowed the car down and parked it next to the few other cars at the edge of the clearing. As she turned off the engine, Oliver slumped back into his chair. ...

Author's Note: A short story about a guy, two women and some bad Karma Something strange was going on. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I’m sure you’ve all experienced that unusual sense of discomfort as if your sixth sense was telling you to expect the unexpected. Not that there were many clues. Today was just as any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Okay, I’m sure people would consider the piece of hardware between my legs somewhat odd if they’d notice it, but after six months, it no longer felt strange to me. That was just an inconvenience of me misbehaving. A consequence of my wife finding out that I was having an affair with the wife of her boss. ...

Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at [email protected]. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next. ...

Author's Note: This is a true story, with only the names changed. The dare was quite simple: “Go and collect a drive through takeaway for the gang dressed only in underwear of the opposite sex. Guys: dress in bra and knickers/thong, girls male boxers only.” It had started as an office night out. My three sexy secretaries in their early twenties, me (the new office manager), and old Bob (my predecessor). I had just taken over the department and it was a way of Bob handing over the office to me. I wasn’t sure it was appropriate but Bob said it was a company tradition. ...

Part one (added: 2012/07/12) Before we married, my future wife and I had met each other casually in the corridor on the floor of our office building. She owned a large employment agency which occupied most of the floor on which I worked and the floor above. I worked as a bookkeeper in a much smaller office in a corner of the lower floor. At first we would walk by each other in the corridor leading to the elevators and just nod in a cordial way. I was frankly quite intimidated by her. I found her to be extremely attractive but clearly so far out of my league that I did not dream of ever connecting with her. She was extremely well dressed, had an air of authority and confidence, and was tall and rather athletic looking under her tailored business suit. No woman of that description has ever shown any interest in me. I am shorter than she is, with a slender build. I have always lacked confidence in myself even though I am not bad looking. For that reason I was too shy to speak to her, but she continued to nod pleasantly, smiled, asked my name. One day she surprised me as we passed in the hall by suggesting we meet for a short lunch. I was startled but managed to stammer “Yes.” she replied, “I will meet you at the Acquella Café around the block at 1 p.m. in ten minutes.” ...