F-Self

9-4-8-7 Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer. The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show. ...

Miranda sat at her computer, scanning the data on machine performance and looking for the tell-tale signs of impending issues. After a long day of programming, database maintenance, and control system recalibration, she always performed this check to help identify the machines that might break down in the next day or two. If she found anything, she’d schedule preventative maintenance to avoid the issue. “Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.” ...

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome, as are story ideas and possibly requests. Chapter One The creaky uneven wood floors make a staccato counterpoint to the click of her heels as she crossed the room. Dim shadows and whispers of passing cars on the snow-covered street add to the feeling of being alone and helpless. A few hours ago several customers had sorted through the racks of second hand clothing, but the doors were locked now and the old building had only one inhabitant. ...

Author's Note: This is a multi-part story starring Rita - a young woman leaving home and coming to a big city alone. Being shy and somehow introvert, she still enjoys sexual activities, but mostly on her own. Her life takes a huge change when she runs across the newest innovation of the fetish sex-toy industry - a device that promises a different kind of pleasure… Chapter 1 I had always been a rather shy girl. My parents tended to be very protective, most likely because I was their only child. I was also said to be calm and well-behaving. Being of very slim build and slightly pale skin I did not attract too much attention: not from my classmates, friends or teachers. We lived in a small town and our house was on the countryside. My father had a good job and money was never a problem. I had my own room, but since my mother was at home most of the time I did not really have a lot of privacy. When my sexuality started to develop and I found out about masturbation I had to be very careful not to be surprised by her. She had a habit of coming into my room without knocking and bringing some clothes or whatever. This led to some situations where I was nearly caught in an embarrassing situation. ...

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco Part One - Bind Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now. ...

Author's Note: This story is part of the collection ‘The Bondage Tales’ that has been published with A1Adultebooks. It describes the nightmare experience of a female fetish sub in a bondage chair that goes wild… The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand. I leaned back in the black leather conference chair and felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs. Suddenly I found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures and my thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him… ...

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my full-length novel, SubmissiveLand: Sorority Sister Competition. Denise and two of her sorority sisters have entered into a competition of submission; and the winner gets to be sorority president for their University chapter in the following semester. The following excerpt comes from day 4 of the competition, just about halfway through the book. If you like the story, please consider purchasing the full length book. It’s only six bucks, and would go a long way to helping me finish the next book. You can find it on Amazon; just search “SubmissiveLand”. It should come right up. Hugs and kisses to all who visit and post on this site. XOXO -BDreamer ...

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :) Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more. ...

Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities. ...

I slept bound a few nights ago. A pair of leg irons locked together, a pair handcuffs locking my wrists together behind my back and a chain running between the two. When I sleep bound, especially in an “uncomfortable” position, the bondage usually is reflected in my dreams. I might be in public, handcuffed with my wrists behind me and nobody thinks anything is wrong Or I might have flashes of myself fumbling with keys, none of them working. Or (the best) sexual dreams where the dreams transform from lucid to “regular” (probably because the mind knows the wrists are still trapped and you find yourself cuffed again and again) I love these dreams. It’s not easy to start having them (since you have to be comfortable enough with your restraints to get to REM sleep, but uncomfortable for them to still be noticed), but having these dreams is very rewarding for me. ...