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Chapter 1 He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his “current” mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night. ...

Author's Note: This is the full short story but if it’s well received I could expand further. 1. New experiences I’ve been kinky for as long as I can remember. It’s made dating complicated but not impossible, so I considered myself very fortunate when I met Joanna online. I was a bondage enthusiast and she was a dominant. We had a wonderful couple of years exploring our fetishes. Lots of leather, chains and gags. The usual BDSM affair. ...

Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story. This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day. ME You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time. ...

Author's Note: I was just thinking about this incident, and it still excites me 10 years later. This is a little different fare than what I usually write. This is an absolute true story, it really happened. Not in a Penthouse “I never thought this would happen to me” sort of way, but in actuality. The names are changed, and if the exact order of events aren’t 100% correct, bear in mind that it was 10 years ago, and there was a lot of Jack and Cokes involved. ...

Author's Note:Like many other readers, I very much liked the story “Belt of the future”. I often wondered what I’d do with such a belt. One day my mind was playing with a storyline with hidden public bondage when my eye fell on “Belt” again. 1 and 1 made click and this sequel was born. I hope it will be considered a worthy sequel.* This sequel has not been endorsed by the original author and considered fan-fiction ...

“Great job everyone, that was most of the blocking, and good progress on your lines,” Samantha clapped her hands in a way more fun than authoritative as she dismissed her cast. They had been hard at work since the morning and had really begun to gel, “Let’s not forget that we have the press release next weekend. Tuesday through Friday we’ve got normal rehearsal times, so please take tomorrow and Monday and get some rest.” ...

Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that lead to his garage. The garage was large by such standards. Three large double doors dominated one entire wall. Alex admired his cars as he strolled through the cavernous interior. He ran his fingers lovingly over the bodywork of his silver DB4. Next, he stopped to admire the next car in his collection. A dark green Mercedes sports car that had a bold white stripe running from bonnet to boot over the top of the vehicle and sporting a number four, within a white circle, on the bonnet and doors. This car had won the 1978 Le Mans and brought a smile to his face as he remembered the fierce bidding that had secured him the car. ...

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up. The story is true, non fiction. Part 1 It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road. ...

Author's Note: I’ve been writing all my life. But this is my first try at erotic fiction. I wanted to do something kind of different (we all hope what we write is “different,” don’t we?). It’s 100% fiction, but it is inspired by a real break up. It was also inspired in some way by Jack Ketchum’s “The Girl Next Door.” I read it a few months ago, and at first was turned on by the girl being tied up in the basement. But as her torture got worse and worse (and explicit in some cases), I grew more and more uncomfortable. I wanted to touch on what happens when fantasy becomes nightmare. ...

Janet didn’t know what to think. She was cleaning out the front seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties. Not her scent on them. And Don had been the only other driver of the car. Suddenly she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back. She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they coped with it. Now of course, that all took on a darker significance. ...