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I have to admit her plan was devious, well thought out, and brilliant. She is a smart woman. I met her when I was only 24 years old. I was fresh out of college and trying to make my way in the world. I had almost nothing. My father left when I was 10 and my mom turned into a drug addict. She eventually died of an overdose. I hadn’t seen my sister in 10 years. She was quite a bit older than me and also (I think) a drug addict. For all I know, she is dead too. I had some close friends from high school and college but they began to slip away with the passage of time…marriage and careers got in the way. I had huge college loans that I was barely paying back and I was forced to have a roommate to get by. ...

*It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines. Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber* immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her. ...

Author's Note: Beautiful wife tricks and dominates her adoring husband. But what does her twin sister have in mind for the two of them? Scene 1 - Backstage “Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?” I hear Miss Debra’s cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory. ...

Author's Note: Soldiers of an army defeated by the Empire are taken to the Capital City, stripped, paraded for public display and taken to the Royal dungeons and torture chambers to receive the torments of the Empire. The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones. Three hundred of the strongest, fittest, most handsome were transported to the capital. There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial guards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would walk the dejected terrified humiliated prisoners to their fate and beside them marched the imperial guards, enjoying and reveling in the spectacle and adding to the prisoners sufferings along the way. Each man in the group had been taken and was forcibly stripped bare and naked by female guards until not a captive wore a stitch of clothing. The men had their genitals fully exposed and then pawed, groped, slapped, spanked and humiliatingly played and toyed with by their female guards. Some were ordered to play with themselves off, others to jerk each other off. Some captives were forced to fuck one another’s asses, or suck another man’s cock, all for the sexual appetite of the imperial guards. It was terrifying. Men wept and sobbed. Others shook with fear and still others peed where they stood. It was only a taste of what would follow for these unfortunates. ...

“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John. She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table. John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it. “It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?” ...

Part 1 The day Lee Harvey had feared for months and months had finally come. As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant. He was a member of that workforce. A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and he decided to join them. It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered them on the way back from her office. ...

Dan looked down at his phone to see he had a text from one of his tenants. Texts from tenants normally meant one thing, something he had to go deal with. But, this one at least wasn’t maintenance related. “Hey, running late on my payment this month, don’t know when I’ll have the cash. -Chels” Dan groaned at the text. Not only was it late, but it was like she had no understanding that he had mortgage payments to make with that money. Then he thought back to the lease. ...

I got a call that someone needed a boxer for a few rounds of fighting with this up and coming mixed martial artist. Apparently he was taking on a fighter with strong boxing and needed someone to practice with. I’d done a couple semi-pro fights, but then I’d broken my collarbone and by the time I’d healed, I had bills to pay and boxing wasn’t doing it anymore. But I’d step into the ring for $100 to help a fellow out. Especially since I was between jobs. ...

Author's Note: Fiction, but desired My Wife and I had played tie up games for years. Lately I was the one that was always tied up. She has gotten very good at being the top. I have been very tolerant, but was getting a little tired of the one that was always punished. ( a little ) We have gained a lot of toys over the years, hers, mine and ours. The only thing we needed was a true dungeon. That will soon change. ...

Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn’t know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn’t know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him. ...