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I started out with a pretty happy life, but I screwed things up. I was the king of my castle, but now I’m not even the queen. More like the maid. So I guess you could call it a riches to rags story. How did it all happen, well let me back up and tell you. My name is Aidan, and I started life with a plus, because my family was pretty well off. When I turned 21, I got my share of the family trust fund. I never needed to work in my life, and I would have been very well off. But what fun is it to sit around the house all day? I went to college, then got my MBA, and got a job at a high powered accounting firm downtown, where I pulled down a six figure income. ...

Jack had known he was kinky for years, but it had never really been something he was able to explore. He had always been fascinated with the idea of being helplessly bound and gagged, to the extent where the more bindings and the more layers that were added, the more intense he found the idea. Over time, this led him to discover the idea of being locked away in a trunk or zipped up in a bag - he even found websites where people fantasised about being taped up in plastic bags, completely enclosed, and found himself fantasising about that as well. He could only imagine what it would be like - to be tightly bound, gagged and bagged, sealed up and treated like an object or a piece of luggage. ...

Chapter 1 He could barely breathe. It had been a struggle for who knows how long now. It felt like hours, but could have been 15 minutes for all he knew. The only thing he was focused on besides not passing out, was that he’d asked for this and it was too late to turn back now. His mind drifted back to how this started… She knew he was kinky, maybe not to the extent she was about to find out as their weekend together approached. They’d been together a long time now and played around a little bit with role playing and used a pair of handcuffs now and then. That was about it. She enjoyed it but he’d always wanted to keep trying weirder stuff. Sometimes she would, other times she just shied away from it. ...

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back. This is one of my first pieces, and could do with a little more polish, but I hope you enjoy even without it! The day has finally arrived - the day I plan to spend securely hogtied, unable to touch myself in any of the ways that I want. I had decided on a classic hogtie, locking padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and pinning everything together behind my back using a single handcuff ratchet. Aesthetically, I would prefer the handcuffs to tighten directly on my skin, with the chain of my leg restraints looped around the cuffs, but I find that fighting cold steel leaves painful marks that raise too many difficult questions. ...

Author's Note: This is not a story about sex or orgasms. If that is what you are looking for in a story then you don’t want to waste your time here. It was a rainy night in May when Larry Brewster pulled into the parking lot of J.G.’s Bar and Grill on the outskirts of Tannerville. Rural America didn’t hold any favor with Larry, but with this weather he would be willing to stop for a meal - spend the night even if the rain picked up. It was a gravel lot with mud and puddles everywhere, but he managed to get inside without getting his Nikes soaked. New York to L.A. had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but getting stranded in Indiana was not what he had in mind. ...

Author's Note: This started as an assignment Jalan (my owner) gave me: two pages of raunchy dialogue, with no further detail. I tend to be prudish–for a pervert–in my language and writing, so it’s not as “raunchy” as it could be, but practice! So you’ll note no stage setting or description, but pure dialogue. It’s also pretty much my first attempt at fiction. Scene 1 Diana: Bruce, you do know this rope can’t be broken, don’t you? ...

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Japanese video. I have no back story for why these events are taking place. Feel free to make up your own circumstances. It was mid morning when I got off the train at a small station in rural Pennsylvania. Three other young guys were already there; the fifth had been on my train several cars back. We didn’t know each other but we knew we were all there for the same reason. We were five white guys between 21 and 24. No one looked like an athlete but we weren’t too far out of shape. We did not speak to or even make eye contact with one another. We each had a small duffel with a change of clothes in it. That, our ID and $20 were all we were allowed to bring. We had been instructed to wait in the small station until someone came for us. It was nearly an hour before some one did. ...

Author's Note: I have not written anything for a long time, be gentle. Encouraging criticism welcome! Having purchased my ticked I start walking to my theater, the movie has been out for a bit and it is a week night so it should not be busy. I find my seat and noticing I have about 15 minutes before it begins I start my fun. See, I am wearing blue shortalls with a long sleeved black shirt on, since it is a little cool. Around my wrists, and under the sleeves, I have on a pair of leather wrist cuffs. Under my shortalls I have a belt going around my waist. Through the side buttons of the shortalls I slip long cable tie through the space between the buttons, around the belt, and back out the same space. This leaves me with both ends of the tie hanging out. During this time some more people are wandering in, and I notice a few glance at my bibs, nothing more than a second take. I am of course cautious to make sure what I am doing is not seen. Once the lights are dimming for previews I begin the next part, which will make it really interesting. I first slip the cable tie through the ring on the cuff on my left wrist, then pull it to cinch it up tight, effectively now my left wrist is affixed to my side, but the way it sits, if I put my hand in my pocket you cannot tell the bondage, just a hand in the pocket. In reality though, I have little freedom to move my arm and it is bound to my side. I next use a cheap pair of nail clippers to cut off the excess cable tie. Getting my right side is a little trickier, but I manage it though patience and a few attempts. Cutting off the excess cable tie I let the nail clippers fall to the floor and kick them down between some seats. Now both of my arms are bound to my sides and my means of escape is at my car. Time to sit back, and enjoy the movie…I am bound to enjoy it ...

I opened the front door and found a slender pretty Japanese girl smiling at me. Somewhat surprised I stammered something incoherent but then she laughed and called me by my online game name, and then introduced herself using hers. Somewhat shocked I realized my partner of many online adventures had not been a guy after all! I invited her in and she took off her long coat under which she was wearing a tight wool brown dress, which ended rather short of mid thigh, matching pantyhose and high heels. I took her coat hoping my blush wasn’t too obvious and she sat down, crossing legs which were surprisingly muscular. ...

Author's Note: Please email me with any feedback. I am an amateur writer and have no bdsm experience. Thank you I had been living next door to Anna for a few years. We were both friendly towards each other and always exchanged pleasantries whenever we saw each other. We did the usual neighbourly things, taking in parcels when either one of us wasn’t in, keeping an eye on the other ones house whenever one was away. Anna was 43 and about 5'6" tall. She was attractive in a nice way and always held herself well, in a confident manner. She was single (as far as I could tell), and appeared to keep herself to herself. ...