Kidnapping

Part 1 Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples. ...

Chapter I The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong! ...

Chapter 1 – First Impressions It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills. ...

She was a very lovely blonde and had everything going for her. She was in her early twenties with a full time job at the same company I worked for and all the staff hated her! It was really very simple in that she was related to the owner and made sure everybody knew it. She was supposed to be “learning the ropes” before being promoted to management. But anytime there was a job to do that was in anyway difficult she dropped not so gentle hints that someone else should do it, and they usually did. I refused one day and she nearly got me in serious trouble. ...

Author's Note: Katie moves in with her dad after mom passes away form cancer, Once there she realizes her new family does not like her and when dad leaves she finds herself in deep trouble with her step sisters and their boyfriends Chapter 1 Katie hated that she had to leave all her friends in the city and move half way across the country. After her mother passed away from cancer there was no one to care for her in the city. The divorce had taken its toll on both her mom and dad. He moved to Kansas and she stayed in Washington D.C. He started a dog breeding farm and was doing quite well, not to mention he had remarried and had two step-daughters from it while her mom was living on welfare dying from cancer. Her mom had stayed single not wanting to place Katie in any awkward situations. Well THAT was over now. ...

CHAPTER 1 - Saint Patty’s Mishap It was the morning after our first Valentine’s Day together. Megan and I were showering after a long night and an early morning roll in the sack when she blurted it out as a point of fact. “I want a Tattoo.” She looked me straight away, her legs spread, her hands to either side of her clit, she was peering over her natural D-Cups. “Right across here where only you and I can enjoy it.” She motioned with her hands starting at the center above her clit and ending at the edges where her tan line started. “Nothing too huge, two little colorful metal spinning tops like we had when we were kids growing up.” She looked at me jokingly. “Well maybe like YOU had when you were a kid. I have seen them in museums and they made me think of you.” She laughed at herself taking an obvious dig at our age difference. “Then maybe or or maybe centered between the tops.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not and she looked at me as I was trying to act surprised. “Come on, don’t act so surprised. I am not that naïve. I am just over five foot tall, I weigh 110 soaking wet and I have monster tits.” I sat there still acting innocently. “I have heard the bathroom talk. Don’t deny that you have never called me that before.” I was definitely guilty of the crime but had no intention of admitting it. “What EVER!” ...

Author's Note: Sarah goes for a modeling gig, but is soon captured and tormented. Inspired by a classic Insex scene. This story is a little different than some of my others. This is something of a novelization of a classic video that caught my eye from the geniuses at Insex. It is my best attempt to capture, in story form, the contents of the scene. I’ll try to include a link to the video at the end (not sure if that’s frowned upon). Enjoy! ...

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated. The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv. I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list. ...

Author's Note: I’m new in bondage. So please write if you don’t like anything that’s happened so far, or anything I should change or think of! Thank you for reading xx Part 1 JACK I have gone to the same bar for some years now, to be with my friends and have some drinks. For some weeks ago when I came to the bar, I saw that they had hired a new waitress. Most waitresses were pretty average; too much makeup and slutty clothes, and it was no secret that almost everybody got picked up after work by the men in the bar. ...

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for. _Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!* Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous. ...