Donna knew she deserved her time out. She had no right to insult Rick’s mother the way she did. Not everyone had a talent for cooking. Just because Donna was a great chef didn’t mean that everyone was born with that gift. So when Rick’s mother stormed out of the house after Donna’s callous comment about her dry-as-sand meatloaf, Donna knew she was in trouble. “Time Out!” yelled her angry husband, Rick. “Two hours!” ...
Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story. ...
then… Justine walked unsteadily into her condo, so stunned that she didn’t shut the door, staring ahead of her in shock. There was a hole in her wall. There was a hole in her wall! It was a big square hole in the brick wall, perhaps four feet above the floor, a foot by a foot, smooth on top and bottom, uneven on the sides where the overlapping bricks had been removed. It was in the wall adjoining her quiet, weird, mousy little neighbor, the spooky one whom Justine privately called, “Marion the Librarian.” She was taller than Justine, so perhaps the “little” was unfair, but the rest was true as true can be. She was shy, never making eye contact, never speaking above a whisper, always brushing quietly past with a barely perceptible nod whenever she and Justine met in the hallway. And the only sounds ever emanating from the mouse’s condo had been those of construction, and even those had been muffled, and only for the past few days. But this – this hole – as a result! Justine was furious. What in the hell had the little idiot been thinking? Justine decided to find out. ...
*The following is the first story of erotica which I ever penned. After sharing with friends, they wanted more. So the original ending was altered and more added. This happened a total of 6 times. This started off a long time ago, then was added to. I hope you enjoy it. The codes listed are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. It needs some editing as originally the paragraphs were way to long, so expect updates to follow soon.* ...
To the two hundred guests, our friends and family, the wedding looked like any other. Well, perhaps a little nicer than most. I came from money, and the venue was our family home in Vermont on the five thousand acres of forested hills. The June weather had cooperated and the backyard was beautifully done. The bridesmaids were in emerald, full-length dresses, the groomsmen in morning coats. The backyard’s old gazebo had been rebuilt and repainted. It was quite lovely. ...
Part 1 My whole life, I’d wanted it all. A big house, a lot of money…and a slave or two to please my every desire. After years of dreaming and countless failures, life finally gave it too me. I married a man who was much older than me with two grown up children: a lovely young lady and a handsome man. They were perfect to make into slaves. And they didn’t like me very much, which took care of what moral problems I had. And I soon found myself thinking of how I could kill my husband, who annoyed and disgusted me. After a year and half, the opportunity presented itself. ...
“I can’t do it!” “You can!” She screamed. Then, in hushed but with a most threatening tone, she added, “And you bloody well will if you know what’s good for you!” One look at the expression written on her face and I knew she meant what she said. Not to comply with her request would, as far as parts of my anatomy was concerned, be folly in the extreme. On any other day I just might have been inclined to refuse and suffer the consequences because I was addicted to the pleasurable pain she could most expertly inflict but I was still suffering from last night and knew my cock, balls, nipples and backside were in no position to take any more punishment….. ...
Author's Note: Submitting Chapter 1 of damsel in distress story based on an Indian girl, and her paranoid boyfriend. Chapter 1 - Confession and Confusion It was a long weekend, and all I wanted to do was sleep peacefully in my cozy room. Finally the folks in the country were celebrating Diwali on Thursday, and thanks to them we had a 4-days holiday for the first time in many months. While others had plans to do amazing things, I was reluctant to even get out of my bed. After all, Ananya Salgaocar, never did anything that she didn’t want to do. That’s me. A little irritated and extremely tired, and definitely bored as hell. ...
Author's Note: [kind of a cliche author’s note to add, but this is my first time publishing a story! I rarely write… so be easy on me…] [also if a certain individual is reading this (you know who you are) then I hope you’re not too shocked…] [updates are definitely planned] [and none of this is canon in the overall scope of this universe] Part 1 the soldiers that are holding your arms finally release you, into a small, dimly-lit room. The freedom was temporary though, as the stockier of the two soldiers catches your upper arm. you struggle in his grip, and he growls ...
Author's Note: My first story, developed from a fantasy of my own being fleshed out involving some old school friends Chapter One - Chloe Ethan watched from his haven high above in the darkness as the helpless girl down below him came to. A leerish spread across his face as the girl’s panicked state made her struggle against her bonds, straining fruitlessly at the ropes securing her to the chair. He had watched her for weeks, he already knew her basic habits but he needed to learn her specific patterns so waited for a moment when nobody was around. Finally his opportunity came when she was leaving a party, slightly intoxicated making his job easier. Sneaking up behind her when she was well away from anyone with a syringe of M99 animal tranquiliser, he deftly slid it into her exposed neck knocking her out for a few hours; more than enough time to transport her across town to his… facility, and prepare her for the new life ahead of her. ...