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There is a knock at the door. John thinks to himself, “Who could that be? It’s past time for the kids to be out trick or treating!” It’s almost 10:00 at night. When John opens the door to see who it is he is pushed back by two women dressed like witches. Before he could get a look at them they covered his eyes with a scarf. One of the witches now cuffs his hands behind his back. The second witch starts to strip him naked. John thinks to himself that this may not be too bad after all, ” Ok, they can have their way with me” ...

I’m John, a highly successful investment banker. I’m working for a big investment organization in London and my job requires traveling quite often to our offices around the world. I’m a frequent flyer and, of course, my position allows me to travel business class. My marriage has not gone well. I know I was not faithful with my wife and kid, but in my position you just have to many opportunities. Short after I started dating my wife Kathy, I started to have sex with prostitutes, co-workers, and who ever was wearing a skirt. Thanks to my lawyers, I succeeded during the divorce and had only to pay the minimum for my wife Kathy and my daughter Linda. ...

It all started as results of an on-line ad that I placed on a B&D web site. In the ad there was a series of questions to fill out. One of the questions was about a B&D fantasy. I answered that it would be my ultimate fantasy to be forced into trying on a pair of high heel thigh high boots in a store. Then being forced to pay for them and wear them out of the store. All under the direction of my mistress. ...

Looking pretty in case her husband brought home his new business partners. Mercédès’ schedule for today could be summarised by this. Being a beacon of beauty whilst striding otherwise pointlessly through the contemporary residence, or, like now, biding in the technocraticly styled conservatory. After all, her husband was known to be a connoisseur of decorative objects, a collector of everything pleasant to behold. And wasn’t it her sacred duty as a wife to fulfil his standards? ...

Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done! Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them: ...

Try before you buy: About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store’s stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Gamma for inspiration. Part 1 He stood balanced, completely focused on -and frustrated by - his predicament. What made the sexual and physical torture worse, somehow, was the fact that he had put himself in this situation by his own hand, after careful planning. He had already had two huge orgasms that had shaken his body, and he was beginning to get physically exhausted as well as sexually drained. As another shock hit his testicles he moaned loudly, sweating, and leaned back again, realizing that his careful planning was to blame. Tugging on his release for what seemed like the millionth time, he groaned deeply when he realized that there was still no give in the cord. Let’s back up to the beginning of this adventure. ...

Part I Flying is just not fun. The security lines, the delays due to weather/crew/the airlines just hating you and wanting to screw up your day even more. It’s just not fun. And sadly, I do way too damned much of it. I own my own company (web-based merchant), and it seems like I’m always on the road for a meeting, to check out a new supplier, to try to find a bank that understands that I’m not going to put myself out of business meeting their credit terms. So over the past 5 years, I’ve racked up better than 100K miles in the air each and every year. ...

Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him. The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul. ...

Debra stood helpless in the middle of the dungeon. So far the session she was involved in was rather simple and she had not quite figured out where it was going. It was rather exciting but clearly there was much more yet to come. She had arrived on time, dressed as usual. That meant cross dressed wearing normal female street appropriate attire. Of course she knew her Mistress did not like this but then that was part of the whole scene. Her Mistress had ordered her to strip down to her scanties, which she did. ...