Humiliation

Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as all Saint’s day. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain. It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know. ...

Author's Note: Story idea was inspired by a fan/ e-mail correspondent. Thanks, Mike! Happy Halloween and happy bondaging! She admired her shiny black skin-tight latex-attired, corseted, booted, hooded figure in her full-length mirror, posing from different angles, getting her full fill of her sexy, bad self. She smiled, smacking her tight, gleaming, beautifully-rounded ass, straining to look back over her shoulder in the long, tight, thick latex neck-corselet, a cigarette in her other latex-gloved hand, cocked back at shoulder height. ...

I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my friends don’t know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or the fact that I have a nice cache of material, including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does. I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I’d been trying to tie myself up properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they never had any ‘goods’. They were very, very strict on regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed all that. ...

Author's Note: A great Halloween costume is a wonderful thing, but sometimes it is better to pick your own and not trust someone else. “One game of backgammon, if you win I will give you $10,000. If I win you will come to the Halloween party dressed as a pony, but in a costume that I will provide.” Sounds simple, sounds none threatening. For David $10,000 was nothing. For her it was huge, with the costs of school she was really struggling. Was this just his way of helping her out? And so what if she lost. She had been worried sick about how she was going to put together a costume that would match the people she expected to be at David’s party. ...

Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy! Part 1 Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust. ...

Author's Note: Note: This is a work of fiction. Please use the utmost care and planning when embarking on any bondage adventure. Entering through a side door, Eric found myself blinded by a set of powerful lights that illuminated everything within its beam. For a few moments, he forgot how much trouble he was having teetering around on 7-inch platform sandals. The lights did reflect nicely on his freshly painted, bright red pedicured toes. A not so subtle push in the back moved him forward. It reminded him how hard it is for a guy to walk in platform heels. Especially when your hands are secured at the waist by coils of rope. His arms were totally useless in helping him maintain his balance. ...

Day 1 Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20’s, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses. ...

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done. ...

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM. Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital. ...

Author's Note: A tale of cuckolding and revenge. This is a quick vignette as much as a story. I wrote this a few years ago, and was thinking about day 2, but would like some feedback. Enjoy! Harry and the Humbler, a tale of cuckolding and revenge. It was easy enough for her to let her put it on me. She just told me she had a surprise for me and to strip and get on my hands and knees. Over the years I’ve spent many an hour with my balls tied tightly, and many times have felt that probing tip of a plug being slowly pushed into my ass, only to be followed by increasing pressure and then relief as I closed in again around the narrow band. ...