Humiliation

After a restless night, Susan awoke to find that the lights in her cell were on again. The cuffs on her hands relenquished their grip soundlessly, and she freed herself from the foam padding she had slept on. The heavy cell door opened on a hydralic hinge, revealing what she now realised was the main corridor in this place. Glancing along it, she saw that there was another door open, a little way down the corridor. The display on the ceiling read “slave B17 to web room.” Her bare feet made no sound on the spotless plastic floor as she made her way to the “web room,” whatever that was. ...

Part 1 I have been a happily married man for over 20 years. My wife is a great woman and has always been there for me. Over the years our sex life has dwindled, not for the lack of wanting, more for the lack of time and energy. As I have gotten older my passion for sex has not died, just been put on hold. I recently started to visit newsgroups on the net to get ideas on how to spice things up. I have always been a little kinky and a little submissive, but my wife has never really gotten into it. That was until the other night. A few weeks earlier I had received a nice bonus from work and decided to use the money for some new toys for us to try. I had found a site on-line with 2 toys that really grabbed my interest, the Sybian and Venus 2000. I couldn’t believe the prices, but the testimonials made me want to investigate further. I ordered movies on the Sybian and was amazed!!! I had to buy one and so I did. I also bought the Venus 2000 for me, hoping my wife would want to try them out. Well, when they arrived I couldn’t wait to try them out. I unpacked them and put them away were my wife wouldn’t see them until I was ready. I started making dinner and when she arrived home I had her favorite drink (Creamsicle) waiting for her. I told her that dinner would be a while and suggested that she go take a hot bath and relax. While she was soaking I refilled her drink and got dinner ready. I had clothing laid out on the bed for her (a nice sexy nightie that she hadn’t worn in quite some time). We had dinner and I told her to go relax and I would clean up. I refreshed her drink and continued with my chores. Once I was done with the cleanup I excused myself and went into the bedroom to prepare things. I took a quick shower and then pulled out our new toys. I put a video in the VCR and then went into the living room to get my wife. ...

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living or dead persons is coincidental. Warning: It contains scenes of bondage and violence. In the South Pacific Ocean, 2002 In contrast to popular belief, diamonds are not a girl’s best friends because compressed carbon is highly overrated. Not to mention that they are not as easily to cash as everybody thinks. Neither are exceptionally large boobs requiring custom brassieres, even when they are natural with small areolas and big nipples. ...

Author's Note: This story was inspired by this picture So, what have we here? A cute little cowgirl. Come over here, cowgirl. Mistress wants to play. Mmm, you have such nice big tits. They’re going to be so fun to squeeze. And such lovely hair, too! I just want to stroke it all day long. Let’s go over here away from everyone else. Whoa, careful on those little hooves! I’d hate to see my pretty little cowgirl fall and hurt herself. ...

Author's Note: Please note, this is not the full story, merely the first chapter. I will be be publishing additional chapters if this is well-received. Three college students are vacationing at a friend’s mansion when a crew of slavers breaks in and forces them to submit, eventually turning them into slaves. Chapter 1 Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness. ...

Author's Note: That’s my first story, i hope you’ll have a nice time reading it. Events related in the story are partly true (i lived some of them) but strongly exagerated. Last things… i’m not english so be lenient when reading. _Update (2012/07/20):* Please forgive me for the delay since the last update.* Introduction My name is Matthew, I am 30 years old. As far as I can remember I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM. Even as a child, I already lost myself in daydreams where I was kidnapped by “bad guys” who sell me as an “object” or as a slave. My submissive nature was already there … ...

A long day.. It was mid spring a beautiful day and I had arranged with a girl I met online to have a little bondage fun. I had only met her once before as I was invited to her house for coffee and to talk about what I would like her to do to me. The next time I saw her, one week later, I took a big risk on trusting her and the scenario was for her to take me anywhere of her choosing and chain me up naked and tease me and whip me etc. I had told her about the time I was abandonened and that I had enjoyed it and suggested I wouldn’t mind if she left me for as short time. ...

Author's Note: Originally published on my deviantArt, but I figured why not publish it here as well. Enjoy Ariana and Zelda’s antics, and the picture that goes along with it: https://www.deviantart.com/theboundbard/art/A-Maid-s-Reward-STORY-LINK-IN-DESCRIPTION-740963637 Ariana had seemed a little…or rather, very suspicious when she called Zelda about hanging out tonight. “My place is a little messy, but don’t worry, it’ll get taken care of!” Followed by some giggles. Despite that, Zelda had still come over at 6 o’clock, with movies, snacks, and their normal sleepover stuff. Which of course, meant rolls of duct tape, gags, and other such fun materials. She was about to knock on the door, only to have it open right as she was reaching. “Hey Zelda!” Ariana exclaimed with joy, happy to see her best friend. She gave Zelda a big hug, almost making her drop her bag. ...

He walked carefully back to her bedroom, trying not to spill her dinner tray. Although she was training him in them more and more now, he still was not fully capable of walking in the 5” stiletto heels. The last thing he wanted was to have to clean up a mess and then make dinner in them again. As it was he had just spent several hours cleaning the apartment while cooking dinner. Of course he wouldn’t be eating any dinner since she was also training him on a larger gag. She had decided he could make too much noise with the smaller ball gags, so she bought a large 2” gag with training harness – which he had also been wearing during his chores. Of course high heels and a gag isn’t much of a maid’s outfit…so she had purchased a more appropriate uniform. His heels were attached with locking straps to make sure he couldn’t take them off…not that he’d try. She had removed the hair on his legs with a depilatory cream, so they would look perfectly smooth under his black thigh-high stockings. Her tour de force was a black satin French maid’s outfit. The skirt was so short it barely covered his ass and he became flushed every time he was forced to bend over, revealing his lacy black thong panties. The uniform even had a white apron, lace headpiece and choker, which she had special ordered with a locking buckle. Over the frilly black and white top, she had fitted him into a patent-leather corset, laced tightly in the back and secured with three locking buckles. ...

Author's Note: Two sisters become a beautiful decoration for a wealthy, sadistic woman They were sisters. They had to be sisters. That’s what she wanted. And she was used to getting exactly what she wanted. Money was never an issue. Her agents had been trucking them for a few months and when the time was right they made sure no one would search for them. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt’s house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial “encouragement”. ...