Humiliation

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story. _Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while* Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back……. ...

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why? “Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.” I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective. ...

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come. Chapter 1: Einführung The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came. ...

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there… ...

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain. ...

Chapter 1 Swirling images. Dark. Silence. Daytime? Nighttime? Should I be somewhere? Eyes, opening. Darkness still. It must still be early morning, she thought to herself. Plenty of time to sleep, to rest, to … That dream! She could only recall bits of it, fragments of memory as if it took place eons ago, the way dream memories usually are. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the images that floated behind her closed lids and drift back to the sleep from which she had awoken. ...

Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated. Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on. ...

Author's Note: When a young woman buys a wooden trunk from a charity shop her life will never be the same again and events will take her to the edge of sanity. The story begins slowly but please persevere. The setting is in the same “universe” as my story “The Model Worker” but this is a standalone piece and can be read independently. I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I did writing it. As ever any constructive criticism is happily received. This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental. ...

Three days later, we made an appointment with a local doctor for the piercings that I had long promised to have done for and to Lady Susan. Certainly, she’d had the labial ones done at her own behest, but these were to be done on my demand and requirement, and she would submit to them, one way or the other. Her septum and the two outer flaps of skin of her nose would be the fist to experience the piercer’s needle, then her tongue would be next. From there, her nipples, then another six rings would be permanently mounted in each of her labia. The ones currently resident in her clitoris and hood would be removed and exchanged for far more substantial jewellery. The entire experience would be a very trying one for her without a doubt, but she had consented to have them done, all on the same occasion. I’d summoned a cab to the hotel and now we stood under the front portico, awaiting its arrival. ...