F-Mf on Utopia Stories Library

A Change of Scene

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Once again I have ventured into the world of human livestock. What goes through the mind of a human who finds that he has been reduced to the status of an animal? If you find yourself on that path, not by your choice, how do you cope? How do you adjust? Can you?

Update (2013/09/26): I plan to post three chapters approximately every four weeks. In these chapters Jacob becomes better trained as a proper pony.

A Little Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have a plug in for some time. I finished rinsing off, dried myself and went to get dressed.

Belated Bondage Suprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Readers: This is my second work of fiction although some portions of the story are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Prologue

It was my wife Paula’s birthday weekend and I was in a tight spot. The shopping for my wife gift is normally done weeks in advance, looking for that special something that she will enjoy. This year life had been more challenging than most as my job causes me to be gone for hours or days at a time servicing the customers at their location on demand. It’s not unusual to have a call in the night and be gone for several days. The plus side is when not on call I normally have the extended weekend to make up for the missed time. With a second person now hired the job will eventually get back to a more normal pace and less time away from home. During all this running around over the last month I’d completely forgotten to shop for my wife birthday gift and felt awful about it. For those who don’t know me, I’m Jack, a man in the late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Like many others I’ve enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life.

Birthday Bicurious

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If this story is well received, I’m planning on several more continuing on from where this one leaves off.

Chapter 1

Early on I discovered that I was much more interested in other girls than I was boys. But I lived in a small, conservative town and didn’t want anyone to know, so I kept my interest in girls to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t like boys - I did - It’s just that they didn’t excite me the same way the thought of being with another girl did. I think the girls in town sensed something was a little different with me. I wasn’t shunned or anything - but I also didn’t have any close female friends in high school. I did have male friends, and even boyfriends - partly because it was expected of me - but also for companionship, friendship, and just having someone to hang out with on a Saturday night. I wasn’t much interested in sex with them, so I’d usually find an excuse to break up with them when it started to feel like they were expecting our relationship to become sexual. More than once, they ended the relationship for me, leaving me for another girl that was more… accommodating.

But Why?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story that was initially intended to be my version of an internet favourite of mine. However, during the writing, it changed and lengthened. It will have a second part and if needed, possibly a third.

Part One

Hetty grunted softly then slowly rolled over in the king-sized bed and reached out a long slender arm aiming blindly towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. She missed out on grabbing it, but her hand landed close enough to knock it to the floor.

Buy One, Get One Free

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response.

Caged Lovers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything.

Cary's Sway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My husband, Jim and I spotted a new neighbor at the pool in sub-division last month; we both agreed she would be desirable for a bondage threesome, but we needed to find out if she swayed our way and was willing to participate. We called her over to sit and talk for a while. Jim eyed the skimpy swimsuit she had on and smiled. As we talked, I imagined her petite body pulled taut by many different restraints while I aroused her in front of Jim who himself would be tightly bound. The thoughts that crossed my mind were fantastic. He name is Cary and sounded like she might be up to our proposal.

City Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York.

‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger.

I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself.

Club Slide and New Enslaved Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started one day at work. My boss was ticked off and he took it off on me. I’m doing this project at work and she moved my deadline for next week. I got so pissed because I had a lot of work to do still. So after work, I went straight home.

My girlfriend Neyra and I talked about out day. Then she got mad at me for not being done with the work project and walked away. I’m into bondage games but she isn’t too much fascinated or interested in bondage. So I started to change clothes. I got into somewhat tight jeans but not that tight and also a pretty tight black shirt that showed off my very well built body. See I play soccer and im pretty good shape. So then i decided to go to a new club in town I heard about.

D&H Ltd - Felica's woe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from D&H Ltd - Simons Journey. Its intended to be the second installment of a three part saga currently (that may increase to four).

Chapter 1

13:00 May 21st, 2012: Somewhere in Europe.

Felicia felt like she had been crying for an eternity, locked and bound inside the trunk she could feel the movements of the vehicle as it hurtled to god knows where. She could still feel the puncture marks where the taser had struck, her muscles sore form the convulsing caused by the 500, 000 volts.

D&H Ltd - Simons Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Dellal and Von Hoek Limited - Simon’s Journey is a story about a young man that is struggling to find a job after leaving University. Fresh out of university he finds a role that might just give him the role of a lifetime.

This is a story I have been thinking of for a while, and I have got another few chapters that I want to brush up and post, as well as a spin off tale or two. Hope people enjoy reading them.

Dobsons Choice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am experimenting again. Sorry, usual slow stuff I’m afraid. This time trying a two-part tale using some characters from my ‘Such a nice kind lady’ story. Sort of a carry on from that but as a stand-alone tale. Starts with an abbreviated clip from that story for main characters descriptions.

Part one.

‘Sonia was that sort of person. Always the driver never a passenger. Tall, muscular, blond crop headed and not noticeably very feminine. Dressed as usual in scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans and a lumberjack style shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She gave the casual greeting without removing the gum that she chewed incessantly. Sonia jumped down from the van and walked around to the rear. Her partner in crime, Tracey exited the other door and joined her. Tracy was the exact opposite of her driver. A head shorter, long dark wavy hair, pretty face and a ready smile, fashionable ultra-tight ripped jeans and a short-sleeved crop top that revealed she must work out a lot judging by her arm muscles.’

Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young couple house sitting for a friend discover her BDSM playhouse and explore their various bondage fantasies over the course of their summer vacation. What they don’t realize however, is that their friendly host has other plans in mind for them.

Prologue

Nathan slowly lulled his way back to consciousness, but even after his vision cleared and his mind was no longer a haze, he realized something was amiss. His limbs refused to move, he could wiggle his toes and clench his fists but they were anchored to awkward places on the chair. When he felt the familiar strain of rope against his skin, he tried to call out but found the words unable to form past the ball jammed in his mouth. A piece of long white fabric was pulled tightly over the gag and its adjacent straps. This was done to prevent him from drooling on himself as opposed to keeping the gag in place. He could feel the tightly buckled straps around his head; with or without the cloth, the ball gag wasn’t going anywhere.

Erica's Capture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Erica groaned into the thick rubber ball that filled her mouth as she stumbled across the room, the short chain between the tight metal cuffs on her ankles forcing her to take halting steps. The grip of her unseen captor was tight on her bare upper arm. The rough black bag that covered her head was still damp from the many tears she had cried during the long drive spent locked in the trunk of her own car. Her wrists hurt where the un-giving handcuffs bit into them behind her back, chafed from her earlier, desperate struggles to escape. Her ankles were spared some of that discomfort by the white cotton socks that protected them.

Extra Credit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was a new semester, and I was trying my hardest to figure out what classes to take. I was starting my junior year at the local community college, and I still needed an elective class that counted as 1 credit to help me graduate on time. I was scrolling through the online course catalog when I came upon a class that sounded rather interesting. “Sexual tendencies of the x generation couple”. Sounded interesting, and it was convenient, being a night class it would fit great around work. The class met once a week on Tuesdays, and lasted the duration of the semester. I enrolled, and completed the rest of the required documentation. The new semester started next week, I could hardly wait to see what this class would turn into.

Forced Before A Stranger

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For Miss Patricia

Recently online I found Miss Patricia. Other than what her profile states I don’t know much about her. I haven’t even seen a photo of her as her profile has only images of a sub bound in some rather delightful ways. The only description I have of her is that she is 44, 5'5" tall and is African American. Just some of the items listed in her profile include: Orgasm control, chastity, CBT, collars, bondage, queening, canes and crops, blindfolds… wait right there. Blindfolds and masks. That reminds me of one of my most exciting experiences. It involved my previous Mistress Rebekah. She recently moved about 1200 miles away so needless to say I am now available.

How Life Can Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will continue with the events of the first six months in the relationship between Rebecca, Kathy, Tom, and John.

Part 1: Introduction

John was driving our family van into the basement garage below our single-family home. John and his wife Rebecca stepped-out of the van. Both John and Rebecca were wearing ’normal’ cloths, so that no one would expect the fantasies and stories of dominance and submissions, which they experienced during the weekend. Rebecca suited her black skirt and her red top very well and her dark nylons and highheels still gave her the dominant attitudes to be in control of her husband. Rebecca ordered John to close the garage door so that all snoopy neighbors are left outside. Once the garage door was closed, John opened the back door of the van. With the doors completely open, Rebecca enjoyed the look of her two other slaves, Kathy (my wife) and me (Tom). Kathy and me were both naked, except for the chastity belts Rebecca forced us into. Kathy was wearing one of the steel chastity belts offered by my-steel.de. The belt covered Kathy’s clit making it impossible for her to have any orgasm without Rebecca’s permission. My cock was kept in one of these steel chastity tubes.

Kinky Coworkers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story isn’t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen.

Part 1

In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they’re both married. The first which we’ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I’d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She’s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you’d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we’ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to.

Lady Domina – Let the Games Begin

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bright morning sunlight streamed through the window as Lady Domina opened her eyes. She felt refreshed and invigorated, looking forward to the coming day and smiled to herself knowing what it would bring. She looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. A gentle knock at her bedroom door, broke her reverie. “Come in Monika, My pet,” Lady Domina said in her light British accent. The door opened slowly and Monika, Lady Domina’s personal slave, walked through the doorway carrying breakfast on a silver platter.

Last Will and Testimony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Barrister Humley’s voice droned on in a low, soothing baritone as he read slowly from the legal documents laid out on his desk. “I, Robert Wilkinson being of sound mind and…”

Antoinette ‘Toni’ Wilkinson threw her head back in tiered frustration. “Can we speed this up? We all know why were here.”

Humley peered over his spectacles. “Protocol must be complied with, Mrs Wilkinson. In accordance with your husband’s last wish….”

Leather or Knot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

Molly's Design

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It’s for those of us who have time to savor bondage ideas and predicaments. The discriptions in the story are fictional, please don’t try them.

Chapter 1 - Molly’s Plan

Molly was a twenty six year old professional living in the Lincoln, Nebraska when we met last September. She graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in mechanical engineering a several years before and was now working for tool and die firm catering toward manufactures in the food service industry. I (Jack) work for the same firm as a machinist, fabricating parts from engineered designs, some of which she has supplied over time. She’s tall and slender for the average girl, standing five foot ten inches with slightly curly long red hair, sky blue eyes with a pretty face. I suspected her real beauty was hidden beneath the loose fitting clothing she always wore. The culmination of her drab outfits and the black horned rim glasses she wore always put guys off that might have otherwise sought her out.

Racheal's Slave Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave

Part 1

It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl.

Starting a Life on His Own

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A young man leaves home in search of an exciting new life in full bdsm style. Of course he gets more then he expected, all along the lines of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The story is in solid fantasy realm; do not try this at home! Things in here go well beyond what would be humanly possible. See my personal information for more on this Fantasy’ thing v.s. reality…

Sub-Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another quick burst of my fantasy, intended to get me back into the mood of writing. I’d love to hear any constructive criticism, as well as any ideas for future sequels or even separate stories.

He heard a splashing sound deep down in his head, which told him that he’d been lowered into the water, or rather dropped into it. The sensation was strange, he was floating for sure, he felt it, but he didn’t get wet; he didn’t feel the water on his skin. He of course was well aware of the latex layer between his skin and the water, but that didn’t prevent his brain from getting confused and playing tricks on him.

Such a Deal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Got back home from another long night at the job to find Wifey and BGF at home giggling in the living like a couple of school girls. Popped a top and went in to see what was so funny -cock and ball harness still on, per Wife’s instructions- and was greeted by the sight of two smiling faces on either side of the couch with the coffee table between them. After exchanging pleasantries, me still standing there, sucking down that cold one, Darling Wife asked if I wouldn’t mind showing off her new toy. I started getting a little red in the face, and started stammering, when she abruptly got up walked over to where I was standing and started unbuckling my trou! I had the beer in my hand, so I guzzled it and gently flung the can to her pal, just in time for Darling to pull down my pants to my knees.

Surprise Bondage Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue: a customer calls

I dialed the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone.

A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice.

Taken to the SS Ranch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Taken

It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him.

The Bookworm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman’s journey from being a wallflower.

Prologue

A bookstore.

The clock on the wall behind the counter tinged five times. Quitting time for the day, and the beginning of a long weekend. As the remaining customers queued up at the register, Susan checked them out, confidently stacking and sacking whatever the customer had selected. Totally at home with literate people, she kept up a friendly stream of conversation…

The Campground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting.

The Encompassed Custodian

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s the classic story; boy meets girl, boy gets imprisoned by a fantastical empire, both get framed, and the two of them are punished by being used as guardians in a tomb. Such is the life of the adventurer.

It hung in the air, its supporting base invisible in the soft light. It was a globe, as though filled with moonlight and hung before them in a net of frosted stars; its hundreds of facets each shone individually. The temple’s dust had not marred it, the sand and sun’s only effect the reflection of more and more light onto its sparkling frame.

The Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

He hadn’t really wanted to play this new game and anyway the two women were being very secretive as to what it really involved. Brad was sitting in the back of the car with Emma and Victoria in the front. Both women were in their mid-twenties, both slim and attractive and both in the aerobics class that Brad took each Friday evening. Victoria was wearing a pair of well fitting blue jeans and blouse; Emma was more casual in tight denim shorts and a t-shirt. Having had no plans for that evening, Brad agreed to spend the evening with them.

The Growth and Evolution of a Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

This is my first time writing about my bondage experiences, although I’ve been a bondage enthusiast and practitioner since childhood. I was always fascinated by bondage, and I loved to see a girl or boy tied up on the TV. I also noticed that on TV most captives weren’t tied very well, and I figured that I’d be able to escape from each of those tie-ups and how I could do a better job of tying. Bondage so filled my mind that I was constantly thinking about ways to tie people and ways to escape from those ties. When I finally started actively participating, it was as if I had years of experience. This is a recounting of my first actual bondage experience. It’s a long story that I’ll tell in several parts, but looking back at it I can see how strongly it shaped my bondage life since. Come to think of it my brother’s life was rather strongly influenced as well.

The Interview

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Trying something a little different in this one. Experimenting with dialogue. Another story of non-consensual activities so please do not read if you don’t like. Like my other stories, it will undoubtedly be a bit slow.

Chapter One

I seated myself opposite her, sinking slowly down into the deeply cushioned velvet luxury of the armchair she had indicated. The smiling hall porter who’d accompanied me silently placed the tray he was carrying onto the small glass-topped table between us, poured two cups from the coffee pot and departed closing the door behind him without a sound.

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: A group of friends discover a chest full of very adults toys and clothing. What lurks inside will unlock their inhibitions, allow them to explore their desires and ultimately change their relationship for ever.

Notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote, I didn’t think it was that good and was reticent about publishing it. There is a partly written 2nd chapter which I may release depending on its reception. There are many ideas and concepts within this that appear in my later works.

The Male BDSM Menu

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

My wife’s eight years younger than I am so you could say I was a cradle robber but we’ve been in love since we met in our twenties. Paula’s introduction into bondage had started while we dating. I had brought it up in conversation and as the interest grew had shown her my small collection of toys and magazines. Most of the magazines were geared towards the female persuasion which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time she helped craft several of her bondage sessions we did from the pictures within. I also had several magazines with women dominating their male subs with all types of torture including cbt, spanking; sucking the proffered dildo and driving home. For many years bondage was a mutual thing between us; with her playing the sub much more often than dominate because she doesn’t share my desire to be a dominate mistress. For her the real turn on was the unexpected twist of those very sensitive parts. I enjoyed building her to multiple orgasms with toys or my cunning tongue then completing the task by driving home “the real thing” as she says while she was very immobile and out of control; something I enjoy as well. Over the course of time however things changed as they always do. She still enjoys our making love with all its passion in the moment but her desire for the bondage play has dampened time and “the change” which leaves me to the off moment when she’s gone and all’s quite at home. When I play alone she’d normally make checks on me for safety reasons and the occasional ass slap or ride.

The New Place

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had been almost a year since I had been to the dungeon and I was itching to go again. I really didn’t like having to pay the money, but with nobody in my life who would understand my fantasies, my best outlet was the professional mistresses I had been to a few times before. I went out to the dungeon web site and was disappointed to discover that all of the mistresses that I had visited in the past were gone. There was a new crop of them now, but I didn’t find them as attractive as the originals, so I started surfing the web to find a new dungeon. My surfing was successful as I quickly found another dungeon that looked to be fairly new, was not that far away, and looked to be stocked with several young, thin, attractive mistresses. I started an email discussion with one of them who went by the name of Mistress Jennifer. The emails went on for several weeks and over that time I started to slowly share with her my desires and fantasies. Then one day she emailed me with a day and time to come for a visit. This took me by surprise, since at the other dungeon, I had always asked for a date / time and they either said yes or no or suggested a different appointment time. It was the upcoming Saturday evening and I was instructed to be there at 10:40 PM prompt. It seemed a bit late, and her forwardness made me a bit nervous, but of course I said yes. All week, I could think of nothing else.

The Party Discovery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Emma and Kate were excited about being invited to the party. Lauren was a top model, very wealthy and had a reputation for hosting the best parties. She lived in a huge Victorian Terrace house in a fashionable part of London.

The women arrived and were soon into the party atmosphere. Champagne seemed to be running freely not to mention the other substances on offer. Soon after midnight, the friends were standing in the hallway. “Hey this must be the way down to Lauren’s famous champagne cellar” Emma said as she pushed open a door to reveal steps leading down to the basement.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Saturday Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A teen girl has a lucrative and highly unusual Saturday job. Kaylee has just turned eighteen some months back by the way.

It was the best, the very best Saturday job you could have she thought. It wasn’t just the pay either which was Gucci, Gucci, Gucci all the way to the bank. It was probably the best Saturday job in the whole world, assuming they had them in other countries. Did they have them in Africa, Europe or India or Australia or…or, well they probably did, she decided as no other country sprang readily to mind.

The Sisterhood

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jim Duggan pulled his collar up against the cold rain sluicing down from a grey leaden sky. A biting wind was whipping the rain along the city streets causing people to cling closely to walls as they made their half-hearted way to their jobs. He had given up fighting the loosing battle of keeping his cigarette lit in such shitty weather; it hung forlornly from his tightly clenched lips. Monday mornings were bad enough, he thought to himself, without starting the day soaked to the skin.

The Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emma was one of those beautiful, athletic women who seemed to be good at any sport she tried. However, she must also have been one of the least practical people in the world. John had only been seeing Emma for a few weeks when she asked if they could pick up some things at the hardware store so that they could put up some shelves in her house. While John was working out which brackets to buy, Emma wondered further down the same aisle to where a range of chains was on display.

The Strange Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat in a bar where I’ve had a few beers when the most beautiful girl entered the bar. The only strange thing about her was, she had red almost pink hair. She sat on the other end of the bar as where I was siting. I think I was constantly staring at her, but she ignored my totally. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse witch was pretty far unbuttoned. She was drinking tequila with a beer beside it. After she got drunk she paid and left the bar. When I looked trough the window outside the bar I saw her stepping in the back of a huge black car. In the front seats of the car where two other woman.

The Wicked Stepmother

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My whole life, I’d wanted it all. A big house, a lot of money…and a slave or two to please my every desire. After years of dreaming and countless failures, life finally gave it too me. I married a man who was much older than me with two grown up children: a lovely young lady and a handsome man. They were perfect to make into slaves. And they didn’t like me very much, which took care of what moral problems I had. And I soon found myself thinking of how I could kill my husband, who annoyed and disgusted me. After a year and half, the opportunity presented itself.

Too Quick to Click

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours.

Torment in Rubber

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A Story Requested by, and Dedicated to, Dawn

Part 1

The two rubber sacks swayed gently from the chains, which suspended them from the ceiling. The bottom of each sack was about 5 feet above the ground and when you looked closely at the sacks a two-ended zip could be seen running along the entire length of the container.

Mistress Anne came into the room containing the suspended sacks and stood in silence for a few moments watching them. One sack was still but from the other there was movement and a small noise. Anne smiled as she looked at this sack and smoothed her rubber-clad fingers with each hand. Time for a little stimulation!

Training Triplets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt.

Two Ghosts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace.

All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave.

Venus: A Bondage Epic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master

“Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.”

With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body.

What a Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted.

The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium.