How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill. My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another. ...
“Oh come on Rebecca, it will be fun!” stated Katie to her good friend as they stood outside an adult fetish shop. Rebecca just gave her friend a questioning look. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you won’t find it fun looking and laughing at all the kinky things in there!” Katie said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her through the door. As they entered the store the strong aroma of leather in the air assailed their noses and they quickly noticed the different clothes, shoes, and toys that were available. ...
Part 1: The Girls and the Plan Sara was a “sexy, but cute” blue eyed blonde. Beth was tall, buxom, had brown hair and was aggressive. Gina was a hot but somewhat bossy red head. Lifelong friends, the three young women shared a love of bondage and BDSM. For years they tied and “enslaved” each other, then bought in others, both female and male, to play with them. But the one thing they wanted to do was kidnap someone, hold them captive, and make them into their sex slave, whether she or he liked it or not. Beth often talked of literally whipping them into shape with a dreamy look in her eyes. But for all their talk, they were never able to carry out this plan. There was so much planning and work in capturing someone and holding them prisoner that something always happened to foil the would-be kidnappers. Then Delia came to their school. ...
So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”. ...
Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven. Part 1 I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey. ...
Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number. ...
Author's Note: Again, another true story from us. NOTE: This was actually written by me, Cindy, but I decided to write it from his viewpoint. More amusing that way, if you know what I mean. I’ll also note this scenario DID require a little bit of setup - but it was quick and easy. The store manager, Katie, is a friend of a friend, and I got it all put together with a simple phone call. ...
Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy. I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning. ...
Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. ...
Author's Note: First attempt at writing something for YEARS! Thanks a lot to JG Leathers and Grimly for being alive and giving the rest of us ideas and concepts to “steal” At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn’t. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that scene. Thinking yet again about what she thought was something wrong with her she dismissed it, as she always did, with maybe she never could relay what she really craved from her partners. She was not sure she even knew that herself. ...