Humiliation

Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos. 1. Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him. ...

Try before you buy: About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store’s stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders. ...

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide. ...

Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him. The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul. ...

Debra stood helpless in the middle of the dungeon. So far the session she was involved in was rather simple and she had not quite figured out where it was going. It was rather exciting but clearly there was much more yet to come. She had arrived on time, dressed as usual. That meant cross dressed wearing normal female street appropriate attire. Of course she knew her Mistress did not like this but then that was part of the whole scene. Her Mistress had ordered her to strip down to her scanties, which she did. ...

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism. Chapter 1 I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me. For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen. ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback. I also welcome E-mails to [email protected] and will always answer. Part 1 “The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her. “Okay, naked, completely naked.” “Is that all?” I asked. “No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “I’m not saying just now, I’ll save my other choices as a surprise,” she said. ...

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation. ...

Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C. “Hey, you be careful this weekend, ok” His statement was more out of fear for her than anything else. He had been working in the same office as her for long enough to build a lasting friendship. He truly cared for his H.R Manager, even if he didn’t much care for her gender. “Oh I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine, boys” she replied as she hastily gathered her cell phone, purse and keys. “Besides, trust me he’s no match for me. Even if he did decide to get a little randy on me, I would have him down and pinned in less than a few seconds”. The other two chuckled at her. Inside though, they sensed a streak to her that would most likely probably back that statement right up. Either way, each of the men knew she was superior to them, so they just left it alone. “Well, girlfriend, call us if u need us, mkayy”. She just smiled and nodded, then made her way to the exit and to the parking area for her car. ...

Author's Note: Reporter Lets Her Fantasies Go Too Far. THE VICTIM She had done this a few times before, and she had two sure-thing safeties’ to prevent the unthinkable from actually happening. Thinking about the unthinkable, however, made her hornier than she had ever been before. She was an investigative reporter for the FOX station in Chicago, but some of her stories had been broadcast nationally across the network. At 32, she was well know in Chicago and had a national reputation. The sky seemed the limit for the young reporter. Her work had been great, but she had made enemies. Her story had busted a big union kickback scandal, sending a few of their leaders to jail. She uncovered a rigged Fraternal Order of Police election. Her stories led to a clampdown on some organized crime related gambling operations. ...