Humiliation

Part 1 I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life. ...

Author's Note: A story that shows that thought is essential and can have a positive effect a dedication to the art & a fantasy fulfilled. no matter how innocent they might look know one can tell what is going on in the dark recesses of another mind. Carrie-Anne had just finished the last of her degree’s final exams. She was twenty and eleven years old, petite verging on boyish, with small breasts and a desire burning to loose her virginity in all respects. ...

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. ...

Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?” “Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.” The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.” ...

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction. Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia. Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra. ...

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story. Part 1 It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling. ...

While on my way home from work I thought about my next bondage outing. It was just after midnight and all my neighbours should be in for the night. I live in a small apartment building with a garage in the basement. In the past I have put myself in bondage down in the garage and been forced to make my way up to my apartment for release. Tonight I would make things a little more exciting by putting the keys up on the fourth floor; I live on the second floor. ...

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation. After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual. ...

Whats up guys. my name is AL and im 19 years old. ive been into bondage for awhile now but only started to get into self bondage about 2 years ago. before that i used to look up bondage on my computer. one time i had gotten a virus and my dad restored it back a few months and saw all the websites i had visited, and found out of my love for bondage. i dont no but for me him finding me in self bondage would be very embarrassing. ...