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Update (2012/11/02): In the previous episode my fiancee, Angel had made me shop lingerie. It turned out she intended me to wear the panties. Despite having four leather cuffs secured with super glue and a chain hanging padlocked from my left ankle I managed to get the upper hand. Now I’m pushing Angel towards our basement torture dungeon to deliver a good old spanking. Part 1 We had been living together for almost a year and I had never heard my fiancee use the F-word. Obviously my suggestion had shocked her. ...

First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party. ...

Author's Note: A young woman and her ‘man’ spend their first Christmas Eve together As she settled into the backseat of the cab for her ride home, after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female coworkers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed, since they had moved in together ten months earlier, and she didn’t quite know how to react. After a surprising number of gentle pleadings on his part, in a moment of unusual weakness, she had finally acquiesced in allowing him to decorate the apartment in a holiday spirit, and then prepare a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast for them. She had been adamant, however, that any and all such preparations would be limited to this one day, so Reed had taken the whole day off from work, to be able to get everything prepared for his special celebration. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder. Chapter 1 kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners. ...

Author's Note: Based on an original drawing by Augustine. Part 1 “Hey, sis.” “Cody!” The dark-haired girl shouted upon opening the front door. She grabbed the young man standing outside and pulled him to her. The embrace lasted a full minute before the two separated, the woman’s hands remaining on the boy’s shoulders. “God, let me look at you. It’s been so long.” She looked him up and down, taking in every inch of the brother she hadn’t seen in almost a year. ...

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time! Chapter 1: Discovery My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls. ...

Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is the sequel to my original story, ‘The Hunger Game’. Below is a brief summary of the plot so far for newcomers, however I recommend that you read the original before starting this one. The story is set several hundred years in the future. Here’s the plot so far: Kat, the main character, is abducted, and wakes naked in the wilderness, with metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a metal belt with a large button. She discovers that she is in some sort of ‘game’, run on points called ‘Arousal Points’, or ‘AP’, which can be used to buy food, ’time’, and a way out of the game. To obtain these Arousal Points she must sexually stimulate a slave. To obtain a slave she must simply press the button on their belt. This will give one hour of control (more time can be bought). Once a slave is under someone’s control, they can use a diverse voice-command system to materialise and control hi-tech bondage equipment, along with various other toys. ...

He was alone in a carpeted room. White walls, no windows, a single door directly ahead of the chair to which he was bound, a chair that itself had been bolted to the floor. He was naked, apart from the six strap suspender belt and sheer 10 denier black nylons she had cajoled him into donning. His erection was a bar of lead pointing up towards the single white light bulb over head. His wrists were securely behind his back, reams of rope subduing him, the same coil also securing the wrists to the chair itself. His ankles were lashed to each chair leg, and his knees were secured also. More rope was taut around his torso, keeping him securely in place. Last, a two inch ball gag with chin strap. She had forced it deep into his mouth and the buckle bit into the back of his head, whilst the chin strap was so tight that his mouth was forced down around the ball. She had taken particular delight in applying it, moments after a long lingering kiss that had left him wanting so much more. That had been two hours ago; in the interim he had heard her running a bath, soft music a gentle background embrace. One or twice he had heard her on the phone to friends, discussing the normal and the mundane, no indication as to what she done to her husband. Tonight was the culmination of several months since he had learned of her love of bondage and control. To her it was about the visual and the psychological. She had opened up and spoken at length about the sense of empowerment she experienced when he gave himself over to her. For his part she was the answer to every fantasy he had ever dared flirt with, a living manifestation of a women he feared would only exist in his mind. Only he had been wrong; she was the dominatrix he had longed for during those years alone. ...