Loving on Utopia Stories Library

48hrs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn.

Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format).

A Beautiful Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This came out quite a bit longer than I originally intended.

Part 1

It was Saturday, around 10:00 a.m., and Emily Walker sat on the couch of the small house she rented watching television and drinking coffee. She was dressed in loose light-gray workout pants with thick pink socks. She wore a sky-blue t-shirt that came to just above her navel, exposing her flat stomach. The tight t-shirt hugged body like a second skin, emphasizing her breasts, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She had her long legs pulled up in front of her on the couch, and she peered over them at the television. She shook her head a bit to clear her bangs from her eyes, setting her blond, asymmetrical bob in motion.

A Complete Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want.

Prologue

Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone.

**ring**

Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer.

A Daddy and a Bad Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wrote this for a friend in exchange for something that is none of your business :P

Haven’t done a huge amount of Daddy/Little play so if some bits are off feel free to let me know. Hope you enjoy. RJW

Amber lay on the bed that had been her world for the past hour, nothing occurring beyond the 4 edges of that mattress could possibly matter. Nothing other than his hands working their way across her body, nothing other than his kisses up the inside of her thighs, nothing other than the feel of his hair in between her fingers as his mouth worked magic in between her leg and she whispered ‘oh daddy please’ again and again. Now he lay above her his hands either side of her face, the cock she worshipped and loved so much pushing in and out of her while his mouth worked its way down her neck to her nipples.

A Day of Firsts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of part fiction, part real. The leather straitjacket is real, but the pegging is still out there. Give me time.:)

A second story is in the works. Same two people.

It was one of those rare nights when I actually sleep well. I knew from the night before today would be a special day and considering we had not done anything in the area of play in some time, I knew Domina had a major idea for me, I just did not realize at the time just what exactly it was. I normally sleep in my chastity cage, but last night, Domina neglected to put it on me. I really didn’t think anything of it at the time.

A Day to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. Most of the activities in this story have actually happened, although not necessarily at the same time.

A Friendly Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Rob stood in the kitchen of his studio apartment. His friend, Veronica, had just left. The two had had a drink after class. Given how grueling the lecture had been, they should have had two or three. Rob secretly longed for Veronica, but for now was stuck in the proverbial ‘friend zone’. She was tall with dark brown hair and possessed the best body on campus, with a rare combination of long slender legs and a sizable rack. Getting her back to his studio for a drink was a start, but he’d have to settle for the small accomplishment.

A Good Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today, Mirage was particularly longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship.

Pressing her haltered head against her stall’s door, she was just able to see the gate of the barn. But no matter how much the ponygirl whimpered and pawed, it remained closed. What took him so long?! Didn’t he know what day was today?!

A Guys Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story that I’m actually posting. I’ll probably come back in and change details later on. Comments and suggestions are very very welcome.

Chapter 1

I’m Austin. A nineteen year old, six foot two, well built guy. I live with my fiancé in an upscale two room apartment on the top floor. Elizabeth is out for the next few hours, so I invited Joe over for a guy’s night. I picked out some movie that we’ve both seen a dozen times. I don’t even remember what I put in the DVD player.

A Night with Ellie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ellie unlocked her front door and led Ben inside her small basement flat. This was only their second date, but he was already having an effect on her. She closed the door behind him with a firm, satisfying thud and led the way to the small lounge at the back of the flat.

There was only one sofa and that was covered in baskets of washing, some clean some not, but there were also large coloured cushions positioned on the floor. On the walls were photos of Ellie cycling, skiing and playing various other sports that required endurance. She always had been able to push herself to the physical limit and was hoping to again tonight.

A Pegging on Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night.

A Tale of Two Switches

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

A Violet Snowdrop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy

“Violet! I’m back.”

I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.

A Woman's Fixation: A Chastity Belt Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before consenting, always understand the contract.

My name is Tina. I found out about chastity belts from my former boyfriend, “Chad.” His first chastity belts were plastic devices. Designed to fit behind his ball sack, they had a plastic penis shaped thing that he forced his penis in. The whole thing fit together like a puzzle device. It had a place to put a little lock through to hold it all together. The only problem was once his penis was tired out or cold, it would shrivel up and he could pull everything out, even when locked shut. So while it was fun to play with, it really did not work for long term chastity.

A Wonderful Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room.

With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted.

Always...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I always put her blindfold on first. Before I had finished buckling the padded leather on her, she was pulling her hair free of the headpiece.

“Just because I’m blind, doesn’t mean I can’t look good.” She explained.

It was a rare night for us, neither had brought any work home. She was desperate for a night of bondage and sex.

At least, that was the impression I got when she greeted me at the front door….quite naked.

An Errand for Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism!

I. Preparation, Part 1

She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now.

Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for.

An Immodest Proposal (Sarah & Mark)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story written completely in present tense. I tried a few times during writing to convert it to a more standard past tense, but I kept reverting to the present. It’s like the story had a mind of its own, and who am I to stand in the way?

Andrea and the Full House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 4th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Megan and Sophia sat in slack-jawed silence across from Andrea and Lea trying to process what Lea had just told them.

“So let me get this straight. You own this place,” Sophia said slowly as she looked around the living room, as if to make it extra clear which place she meant.

Andrea and the New Normal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 9th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“You know, this has actually been really nice,” Andrea said as she slowly walked arm in arm along the waterfront with her date. She had been dreading it, a setup by a roommate, but it had actually not been a bad night. The food was good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Bedtime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have not read the first story, please do for the necessary background. This story can stand for itself, but the backstory drives this story.

This represents one of my deepest fantasies. It is a hope Domina will come through one day.

You may recall not to long ago, Domina introduced me to a straitjacket and the joys of pegging. That day was certainly one that has remained firmly in my mind for some time, and we have enjoyed this activity several times over since that day. It has been fun, but each other time cannot compare to that first time.

Between the Trees

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story starts out with a bit of a “horror” feeling, but what you think you’re reading, you’re not. There’s a twist at the end that explains it all. If you’re into horror movies and/or extreme situations, then you can read it straight through. If you’re not, then you can read the ending first, then go back and see how “the magician did the trick.”

The man drove slowly down the long, dirt road, his car clattering over the rattling washboard undulations as a cloud of dust billowed behind him. He didn’t want to be abusing his car like this, but there was only one place he wanted to go in this God-forsaken country and this road led to it.

BFFs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Birthday Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Anna groaned as the buzz from the alarm clock woke her. Stupid broken clock, waking her up when it was still dark out. She had half a mind to reach over and smash the thing to bits against the wall, but she was too tired. Jim would turn it off for her.

So she waited, and waited, and waited some more. The alarm continued to buzz, and try as she might Anna couldn’t block out the noise. Apparently Jim wasn’t going to turn off the alarm for her. She would have to turn it off herself.

Blackmailing Younger Sister

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I - Background

“Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex.

Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform.

“I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.”

A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand.

“Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor.

Bondage Diet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is a story I promised one of my email friends.

Part One - The Fourth Present

“Happy Birthday Robert!” My Angie cried. How did a guy like me ever get an angel like her? I come home from work and find her waiting in my apartment with a surprise.

“You’re wearing a dress.” I needlessly pointed out, “Are we going out for dinner?” Most restaurants gave you a free dessert for your birthday and I would not be opposed to more cake.

Bondage Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just the beginning of a long story. I really hope you like it because I’ll be writing it for a long time.

PROLOGUE

Forty-seven years ago

“This sucks! Just because I got fired (Stupid boss don’t know nuthin’) I gotta help my stupid Uncle sort this shit.

“It will be fun, you’ll learn stuff,’ Bullshit. When he said it was from a castle, I thought there’d be iron maidens and chastity belts and stuff.”

Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Recruitment

Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it.

I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city.

Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too.

Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples.

Breaking In A Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bree fiddled with her wedding ring as her new husband drove the car up the winding road. Though happy, she truly never thought she would be here. Even the word ‘husband’ still made her head spin. She had been completely independent her whole life. Captain of the debate team in high school, class president her senior year, until she was removed for organizing a protest against the schools ‘sexist’ dress code. She graduated top of her class Pre-Law, and published multiple articles in the universities paper about sexism displayed by the schools staff. She was going to Yale Law School in the fall, and she planned on becoming a Civil Rights lawyer.

Bro

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Simon. I guess it all started when I was 13. That’s when I met a sixteen year old boy named Kevin. We hit it off good and soon became good friends, and then best friends. We even call each other “Bro” affectionatly. He was already a good looking guy when I met him, but as he grew he became muscular and handsome. Meanwhile, I ended up being fairly androgynous, with a slender body and a pretty face that belonged to a girl. The fact I like to wear my hair long doesn’t help.

Bronco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks.

The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy.

Call Her Bimbo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoy this story. If you’d like to know more about my writing, directing and storytelling in the mediums of Science Fiction, Fantasy, Erotica and Absurd Humor …

Please look me up at www.pup-stc.com

My name is Raquel.

I’m 20 years old.

I have an IQ of 157.

I had my associates degree by the time I was 18.

By 19, I was making more than 20 thousand a month, designing high profile web pages.

Checkmate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The game of chess was not going well. This was the third time in a row that Gwen had me against the ropes. I’d lost my queen early on due to a foolish mistake and I could see the writing on the wall before she took both rooks and called the words that would make me her slave for the our weekly date night.

“Checkmate!” she exclaimed. The bet was that the winner in a best of five games would take the other as a slave for our weekly date night. The limits were simple… No blood, no marks or bruises visible in shorts and a tee, no sex with other people, no scat or golden showers, and the safeword didn’t stop the scene, it just lessened the intensity of the activity.

Chloe's First Girlfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them.

Chapter 1 - The First of Many

A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way.

Christmas Cajoling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :)

Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates.

But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food.

Circus Maximus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism.

There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it.

City Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York.

‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger.

I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself.

Contextual Madison

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If this story is met with enthusiasm I will continue adding additional parts. In the future madison’s descent into a world of bdsm and fetish will continue.

Part 1: Anniversary

Madison picked up her pace and smiled as she jogged around the final street corner on her way home. She couldn’t help but anticipate her date tonight with Rob as she was sure it would be as amazing as every other waking moment she had spent with him.

Convincing Argument

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date.

She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise.

Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired.

He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward.

Cuddles

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A night in the life of Cuddles, a woman who was kidnapped and surgically transformed into a sexdoll. She struggles to reconcile her love for her owner with the knowledge of what was done to her.

My eyelids had closed automatically when he kissed me goodnight, but I fought sleep for as long as I could. The nightmares caught me eventually, though, as they always do.

They drag me back to the cold metal table. Back to the blazing lights overhead, silhouetted forms of men above me, black shadows against the bright white. They hold me down under the light. I scream and kick, but they grab hold of my legs and take them away. Gone.

Daddy Issues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Scott Wilson was startled by the doorbell. Fearing the worst, he got up out of his comfortable TV chair and rushed to the door to see who in the world would be visiting at 9PM on a Friday night - hopefully not the police. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see a very cute young Asian girl dressed properly in her high school uniform. Scott recognized her instantly as Yuki Tanaka, one of his daughter’s closest friends.

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story. I have tried to create a sexy, erotic milieu for our bondage participants … I hope my readers will let me know if I have succeeded. Comments, critical and otherwise, are most welcome.

Our protagonists:

Lori Devalle (her lover, and loving tormenter, was Josh Allen) just short of her 23rd birthday, was 5'7" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. She had long, lustrous coal black hair, and a figure many women would kill for: 1) a beautiful set of boobs, very upright and erect, measuring 36" with a C/D cup - 2) thanks to many hours in restrictive corsets and waist training, she measured just under 24" around her middle - 3) 37" hips, with the most perfect bubble butt Josh had ever seen; shapely but firm, with no noticeable imperfections. Her legs were long but not especially beautiful, while she always thought her hips were too narrow, and so welcomed the corsets that made them appear wider.

Dreams of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mirkada is a remote city with unusual customs and laws; all women in public places within the city’s walls must be restrained; women who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Mark and Sally Frost are a couple of Cambridge academics who are fascinated by the city’s culture and history. As a result, they have become regular visitors, enjoying, along with increasing numbers of tourists, the lifestyle implications Mirkada offers. Sally particularly enjoys wearing the traditional Mrikadan costume, the vilisqaz, a garment designed to both restrain and display the female body.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young couple house sitting for a friend discover her BDSM playhouse and explore their various bondage fantasies over the course of their summer vacation. What they don’t realize however, is that their friendly host has other plans in mind for them.

Prologue

Nathan slowly lulled his way back to consciousness, but even after his vision cleared and his mind was no longer a haze, he realized something was amiss. His limbs refused to move, he could wiggle his toes and clench his fists but they were anchored to awkward places on the chair. When he felt the familiar strain of rope against his skin, he tried to call out but found the words unable to form past the ball jammed in his mouth. A piece of long white fabric was pulled tightly over the gag and its adjacent straps. This was done to prevent him from drooling on himself as opposed to keeping the gag in place. He could feel the tightly buckled straps around his head; with or without the cloth, the ball gag wasn’t going anywhere.

Experiments

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this ages ago as an “alternate” story to a novel I was working on. I’ve changed the context to two flatmates and read through it again.

I’d be keen to know what you think, it’s much more sensual than many of my submissions here which are more about the bondage.

Alex sat at her computer, she was supposed to be working but she was bored. Her assignment for didn’t have to be in for another week, Facebook had nothing vaguely interesting on it and even Twitter seemed dull recently. Deciding she needed a distraction she set off to find her flatmate.

Exposure Therapy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘This is a nightmare’ Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family’s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits.

First Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy

First night.

“Come on, please”. I pleaded.

Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave”

I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed.

Five Points

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first story I’ve ever felt okay enough about to share publicly. I still don’t think it’s great, mind you. You’ve been warned :)

It had been more than two months since he’d last been permitted to cum.

Their sex life, he would tell his male friends when they asked, had never been better. And this was true, in a sense. Her orgasms had never been so powerful, so charged with erotic intensity, as they had become now that his were disallowed completely. It was almost as though, in the time before, they had both been drawing from the same finite spring of pleasure, and that now, with him forbidden from partaking, there was that much more left over for her. She had always been beautiful– her dark Mediterranean features, lustrous black hair, and full, supple ass– had always made him feel starkly inadequate, standing beside her in public. But now, she seemed to glow ten times more radiantly, casually confident as she projected an aura of sexual satisfaction to everyone who saw her.

Friends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I’ve never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I’ve marked it as part one as now I’ve introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit!

Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I’m sure we’ll see more of the two couples!

Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here’s hoping . . .

I hadn’t really expected the night I had in store.

I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her.

Gabrielle Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.

Girl Trapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I settled back in bed as much as my bondage would allow. Now THAT was an orgasm

Or those were orgasms.

They?

Whatever, My clit was worn to a nub and my mind was mush.

Good times.

The problem was, by the time I put away all my toys, I’d be horny enough to want to unpack them again.

More good times.

My sigh was muffled by the gag as I prepared to start unlocking stuff. I slipped the key to my cuffs from the pouch I had sewn at the bottom of my corset.

Gradual Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband.

I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship.

Happy Birthday in Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a partially true story that I’m hoping may soon be completely true. Happy Birthday to me hopefully!

She already said no after looking at me like I was nuts. But I had persisted. This wasn’t the first odd request I had made. She’s humored my bondage requests before, also after acting like I was nuts, but once we were in the middle of it, it seemed like she truly enjoyed the experience of sensually teasing me while I was hopelessly immobile. Perhaps what she really enjoyed was seeing just how turned on I became.

Harry Potter and the Wicked Witch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too.

Hell in a Padded Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by this picture: Beauty Rest

It was getting late as I led her into the bedroom. I’d just given her a bath and she was wearing nothing but a towel around her hair, a pair of bunny slippers, and the thigh-length Japanese bathrobe I bought her for her birthday.

Well, that and her restraints.

Her ankles were linked together by a short chain connected to metal manacles, hobbling her steps to only a few inches at a time. Around her neck was a wide metal collar. Her wrists were locked together in front by a pair of rigid cuffs to which I had attached her leash. All her restraints were made of chromed stainless steel that shined brightly even in the low light of the bedroom. I had them made special so she could be restrained even during her bath time.

Hunted

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. Pure fantasy that comes from my creative mind. Let me know if you want a sequel.

I was bored with my life. I went to the gym three days a week and except for that never left the house. One morning I decided to do some dark web browsing for the first time. I mostly found illegal drug sales and illegal pornography until I stumbled onto a slave auction site. It wasn’t just any site. People willingly sold themselves.

I Guess I'll Just Wait in Here...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I, since we met, have very much enjoyed bondage. We tend to switch a lot on who is tied up, and this afternoon it was my turn. I had a long day of work and was looking forward to some secure time to relax.

We had planned this earlier, so when I got home, my wife had everything waiting in neat piles. I was going to be tied to the office chair this evening, so she could roll me into the kitchen while she made dinner, or into the corner if I was bad😉

Icing Bound Fire and Her Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories.

She’s tied spread eagle to the bed and I’ve already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples.

If Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage.

All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her.

It Started With An Add...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a fantasy story about a man getting locked in a chastity belt for many years.

My name is Charles, and I am from a non English speaking country and I hope you can forgive some mistakes in the English language.

It all started with a small advertisement in the local paper. It said: “Wanted: men/ women for testing long term chastity belt.” All I could see was an address, nothing more. I was curious; I had as long as I could remember been fascinated of chastity belts. I had always thought that this was a thing just for women, dated back to the middle ages. I didn’t know that there were such things for men. But after some surfing on the Internet I found out that here were several makers of different styles. I was amazed. Just think of it, to have something like that locked around your waist preventing you to touch your own cock, and not being able to have sex. And that you do not have access to the key. Just the very thought of it was just so exciting to me.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Just a Beautiful Bondage Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Warning - if you are only interested in hard-core stories then this is NOT the story for you! This is something else, something beautiful.

This story explores the effect that reading Fifty Shades of Grey may have on a young woman; and follows her journey as she tests her boundaries in a bondage based relationship.

This theme is a diversion from my usual writings but I am not trying to pass it off as an experiment or anything of the like, I know exactly what this story is; it is a work of love; just a beautiful bondage story.

Just a Little Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nearly all of us have this one dark fantasy we lust about from time to time. However, we do not really know if we ever want to experience it. This is my dark fantasy. Enjoy!

And please remind that my mother-tongue in German. Thank you!

My birthday was approaching and my girlfriend lover, who is also my Mistress, ordered me to take a one weeks holiday. She gave no further explanations on this, but as a well-behaving slave-girl I did not ask questions. But by the connection with my birthday I mused that I would be in for a very big surprise.

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lea and the Unexpected Companion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued.

Lost in Translation III

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

M&M Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When you read the title of my story, you may wonder what the heck this is about. Well, if I wasn’t experiencing this myself I would struggle to understand it as well.

Hi, I’m Stan, devoted husband of Diana.

Diana does a lot of exercise, including yoga, to keep fit. She also likes to play with toys when I’m not there, or when I’m too tired or when I’m recovering from previous love play. As you can guess, she has an healthy appetite. Quite often she will also have anal toys at work while I’m at work “up front”.

Maddie Wins the Ass Lottery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE SHOWER

Maddie and Stephanie met at the gym a year ago, and had been workout buddies for the last 6 months. Maddie knew Stephanie was in a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend Nicole, and as they were leaving the gym one afternoon she asked “Why doesn’t Nicole ever join us working out?”

Stephanie said “Nicole doesn’t like to work out, and it shows a little” and giggled. “But I love her anyway. You should come over to the house sometime and hang out with us, I think you’d like her.”

My Belted Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading!

My Journey With Sir - A Tale of Truth

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Arastella was buzzing with energy as she watched the clock tick slowly by, her mind humming with excited anticipation as she sat at her desk at work. She fidgeted, tapping her foot and running her fingers through her red hair over and over, twirling the recently straightened strands around her finger. It was an anxious habit she’d picked up many years ago. Her mind wandered, and a glance at the strand wrapped around her finger made her grimace. The poor locks were long overdue for a trim, but she couldn’t stand to let the hairdressers take off any length.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

No updates are planned at this time.

My name is John Doe.

I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible.

Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

My name is John Doe.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

My Weekend As Her Sex Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play.

Chapter 1

My weekend as a sex slave.

The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff.

It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage.

Of Shaving and Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She felt it. I felt it. And I knew she felt it.

My eyes shot open, greeted by the blackness of the blindfold.

“Nooooo! NOOOOO!!! Ihh cahh eee!!!,” I shouted through the ring gag.

But there was no denying it. Both my Mistress and I had felt it, plain as day. I thrashed against my bonds keeping me spread-eagle and face up on the bed, but it was too late. She had taken her mouth from off of my balls, my erection quivering in the darkness I could now feel crushing me.

On The Way To Work

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was writing this in a chat session with my girl as she was going to work, just something to keep her amused (and get her excited) while she was travelling. She told me it had her wiggling in the back of the taxi so we thought we would share it with you guys. We haven’t done this yet, we are apart at the moment, but when we are back together, we will…

One Kink at a Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader.

It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes.

Online Shopping

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy!

Part 1: Revealed

The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.

Paradise Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Peace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Peanut Butter Pie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Betsy shrieked.

“Uh.” I said as my brain shut down. Before I could say anything else, Betsy was already halfway to the door, leaving me to deal with the stares of everyone the restaurant.

And the check. This meal had been “Her treat,” as I had just maxed out my cards paying for a new transmission. I did not have enough money to cover her Surf and Turf.

Police Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Gillian, a top female Barrister puts herself into Bondage to trap her Detective; A wager he reluctantly accepts. Who will win?

The Plan

I could not have chosen a better day to put my plan into action. It was at least 80° and not a cloud in the sky.

It was Thursday and so none of the usual weekend walkers or general tourists were about; and this lake, whilst being extremely scenic and lovely to walk around; it tended to get overlooked because of the more famous lake nearby that had all the usual tourist shops and café’s and car parking that people like.

Ponygirl Rescue Centre

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mirage was in a bad shape when we rescued her. There was literally no spot on her that hadn’t been whipped, flogged or cropped savagely. And the beatings had only been one facet of the mistreatment the feverish ponygirl had been forced to endure at the hands of her former stable master. Her shoulders were sprained and inflamed from the reverse prayer bondage her arms had been kept in almost constantly. Her feet showed first signs of misalignment, and she obviously suffered from pain in her knees – both evidence to ill-fitted hoof boots. She was also dehydrated, sadly a very common occurrence. An isotonic drink from a bicycle bottle took care of the worst.

Pride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jon walks down the hall of his local college, looking a bit nervous. He’s always been shy and never comfortable being around so many people. Going to his next class as he sees her out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, at this beautiful, tall, blonde, blue eyed girl. He couldn’t figure out, what made him desire her so much. Always smiling, making him feel comfortable, each time he sees her. If it wasn’t for being so shy, he’d already asked her out, doing it in his head about a hundred times. The question being, could he survive if she rejects him? Could they be friends? Only talking to her in passing. Coming up with ways to ask her out, but never having the nerve. Needing just that push to break the ice.

Probation Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Victoria and Penelope are engaged in a no-holds-barred mistress/slave relationship. As usual, it’s complicated.

Thanks a lot to all who helped with suggestions and editing, especially JG-Leathers, Nye North and GeeTwo.

Part 1 - NOW

The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door’s locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room. Over her arm, she carries a comfortable-looking bathrobe, somewhat worn out, which forms a strange contrast to her immaculate black leather outfit.

Rain Dance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex

It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here.

Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here.

Reciprocal Passions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Safe, sane, consensual.

There is an illustrated version of this story as well…all pictures obtained via search engines.

Part 1

“Arrrrrgh!!!” Meredith screamed in frustration, as she closed her front door. Gladly she kicked off her short heeled pumps into her front closet then, with a full head of steam, she stomped into the kitchen. Her husband, Todd, was there opening a cold beer when she thundered in. “A bad day?” he asked his still annoyed wife. “Hell yes, it was! That friggin’ boss of my section said that my numbers were ‘wrong’.” “He said that I ‘apparently’ wasted over 40 ‘man’ hours of the company’s time” she said. “That sunofabitch said that in front of my whole section…that I’m the supervisor of! How am I going to maintain any authority in the eyes of my employees?!?” she practically shouted, as the frustrations flowed out. She stomped over to where Todd held the opened beer, grabbed it from him unexpectedly, and up-ended the bottle, taking a healthy swallow. Todd liked that about his wife, that she could be every bit the lady, but, that she did away with the pretense of “lady-like” if she was pissed…like now. She had seemed very demure, almost bashful, in college when they met. But he had sensed something more about her, which had attracted him.

Reneé's First Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another write up of a true story, about six months ago “Reneé” emailed me describing how she and her now husband had got into bondage and asked if I’d write a short story based on their experience. I’ve obviously changed quite a few details to protect their identities but I really wanted to leave as much intact as possible.

Let me know what you think, I’m a little concerned that I wrapped up the tale a little too early but I wanted to keep this one as close to what happened as possible rather than extrapolate and just write pure fiction - if you’re looking for that click my author name… There are plenty in there!

Return to Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: You asked for it so here it is ! The sequel to ‘When in Rome…’

In publishing this, I suspect I may be setting myself up to fail; sequels have a habit of disappointing. However, the original received such a positive response that I felt I should try to write a little more about Sally and Mark and their travels if, for no other reason than to give me the opportunity to thank you all for your feedback. It gives me a real buzz to see that people have enjoyed (or at least reacted) to my writing.

Sandra and Marcus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene.

Chapter 1. A walk in the woods

Sarah's Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Amy had the perfect figure for a model, her slim shoulders curved into a tiny waist and then out over the cutest of hips and down into long slim legs. Yet she looked on jealously at the only other person in the gym.

Sarah was sitting on the leg press where her strong athletic legs were moving almost half the stack of weights. Like Amy, the woman was in her early thirties and like Amy the woman had long brown hair in a ponytail. Amy observed the woman discretely, her white trainers with hidden socks leading up to muscular legs and on to an athlete’s butt. Her thighs in particular were from a Greek goddess, tanned and chiselled and flexing effortlessly with the weight.

Seduction at the Old Gaol

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Hi,” James smiled as he walked up to the woman at the front desk, “How you doing?”

The woman pushed back her long dark hair, her expression changing from one of boredom to one of slightly more interested.

“It’s quiet here today.”

“It’s always like this mid-week,”

He read her name badge. ‘Belinda’ was cute, but hours of selling entry tickets for the old gaol and museum appeared to be taking its toll. At least now she was smiling.

Seeking Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story takes a little time to setup, but is worth the payoff in the end. I already have two more parts written and a general outline for several more. If this is well received I’ll post them.

Part 1

Seeking arrangement.

Samantha had pretty much given up on finding a sugar daddy. At first it seemed like it would be the perfect fix for her financial problems, but two months of lies, fake pictures, broken promises, no-show dates and one attempted rape had just about soured her on the whole idea.

Selena

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lin had always considered herself a bit of an outsider. In school she liked looking at boys as much as the rest of her friends, but she also had funny feelings when she looked at girls. One time another girl offered Lin ten dollars to make out with her in order to tease some boys, and Lin was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. And then there were the locker rooms. Oh, the locker rooms…

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

She Kept Him Tied Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A woman and her boyfriend playfully jockey for dominance.

Lacey

She woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. The sunlight beamed through the window to her right as its rays warmed her skin. She had left the window open to enjoy the warm night air and the smell of it as it wafted into her room. Now, during the day, the lukewarm breeze brought with it the light smell of the summer morning. She thought about what she might want to have for breakfast, and was excited about the dance rehearsal she had scheduled for today.

She's Worth It

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I could do a part 2, but I wonder if its better like this.

His tongue flicked wildly against her clit as she bucked her pelvis against his mouth. Quick tingling sensations filled her body as he greedily sucked her clit between licks.

“Oh my God…”, she moaned as her hands pressed his head deeper into her pussy as her orgasm surged, he held his breath and flicked his tongue faster against her. Finally, her tense arched back slammed down against she came, pressing his face even harder against her throbbing pussy. After several spasms, her body finally collapsed back down on the mattress, and she released his hair allowing him to breath again. He lovingly and slowly traced the outline of her clit as she panted and recovered. After a while of running her fingers through his hair as he cleaned her up, she finally pulled him off her and up to lie with her.

Silent revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize.

_How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.*

“Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not.

Silent Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

It was a little after four when the door of my hotel room opened. A perfectly manicured hand lifted the blindfold from the inner doorknob and quietly closed the door.

I put down the book I was reading: BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO, and waited.

She opened the door and confidently walked in, wearing the padded leather over her eyes. She pulled a small wheeled suitcase behind her. After locking the door, she quickly removed her blazer, blouse and skirt: carefully pacing them on top of her suitcase. Then she stood, facing the room….

Silent Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Monday

Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation.

Slaves Retirement Facility

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

Sleep Night, Sleep Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won’t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.

Sophia and the Unpleasant Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 10th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed.

Subinatrix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this story to flesh out a fantasy where a guy meets a submissive girl who is aggressively looking for a man to dominate her. It grew far beyond my initial inspiration but I am very happy with how the story turned out. I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot of ideas left for a sequel that I hope to share some day.

Chapter 1

Subinatrix: Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Suicide Couple

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time

Part 1

I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes.

Taken

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged.

UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted !

UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email.

That Special Spice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hello folks. It’s been a while since I published a story. Wrote this the other night. Despite my kinky ways and my gruff exterior, I am actually a big softie and a hopeless romantic at heart. The Zach in my story is a reflection of myself. Hopefully one day I’ll find my own Maya before I get old and gray.

-Z

“Wow. You look amazing! I was worried that forty-five minutes was not going to be enough of a warning.”

The Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh my God,” Mandy and Derrick both said at the same time when Lori walked in on them. For a moment she just looked at them with those big unbelieving eyes of hers. Then, without a word, she backed up and closed the bedroom door behind her, as if she thought maybe they hadn’t see her looking right at them.

Mandy looked over at him in alarm. “Don’t let her leave,” she said, as she jumped up and started pulling on her shorts.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Coincidence

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Good Education

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror.

The Halo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/02): In the previous episode my fiancee, Angel had made me shop lingerie. It turned out she intended me to wear the panties. Despite having four leather cuffs secured with super glue and a chain hanging padlocked from my left ankle I managed to get the upper hand. Now I’m pushing Angel towards our basement torture dungeon to deliver a good old spanking.

Part 1

We had been living together for almost a year and I had never heard my fiancee use the F-word. Obviously my suggestion had shocked her.

The Highwayman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A highwayman robs a lady’s coach on the turnpike at Southwark in 1697 and takes a rich prize; a Nazi interrogator extracts information from a captured British spy; Emily Cavandish recalls other encounters too, recounting them to a student psychiatrist in the sanatorium in which she is held. Is it possible that we can be reborn or is this just her delusions ? If we are reborn then can some lives be linked through time, intertwined across the centuries ? If memories live on, can love be eternal and hate continue so that revenge be served in future lives ?

The Holiday Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman and her ‘man’ spend their first Christmas Eve together

As she settled into the backseat of the cab for her ride home, after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female coworkers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed, since they had moved in together ten months earlier, and she didn’t quite know how to react. After a surprising number of gentle pleadings on his part, in a moment of unusual weakness, she had finally acquiesced in allowing him to decorate the apartment in a holiday spirit, and then prepare a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast for them. She had been adamant, however, that any and all such preparations would be limited to this one day, so Reed had taken the whole day off from work, to be able to get everything prepared for his special celebration.

The House John Built

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nothing is quite as it seems but adults consent to non-consent to be happy at times. This is such a story.

Chapter 1 - The

She had arrived on time for once. He had told her tonight was special and to make herself beautiful. Well, he had told her how to make herself beautiful for him. He had told her which shoes, which dress, which underwear and how the hair and make up should be. It was what he liked her to be for him, a sophisticated slut. A prize to show off. She loved being that for him.

The Male Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Mother-in-Law Popped in for Coffee

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

Now on to the story . . . .

Part One

It was 6:30 and Peter had stepped out of the shower just after me. He came up behind me and put his arms around me to give me a cuddle as I was drying off. He started stroking at my breasts playing with my nipples so I reached behind him parting the towel around his waist and started stroking his cock.

The Next Step

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ll admit that I stole the idea for the basic setup from someone else’s story. Unfortunately, I can’t recall what story it was, so I can’t credit that author directly. I liked the idea, but I wanted to take it in a rather different direction, with the results below.

I think of this as a story with bondage, rather than bondage with a bit of story added. If you are looking for long lists of intricate binding, each more elaborate than the previous, this isn’t it.

The Pink Strait Jacket

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I really like these two. I hope there is a demand for more of this storyline because, frankly, I want to see what happens next.

CHAPTER ONE

He had forgotten the tickets! So they had to hurry through their dinner and drive back to his place in a car whose heater didn’t heat. Alice fumed in the front hall as Henry rushed around his house searching for the passes.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Private Island

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (This is series inspired by a short from Gromet’s Plaza: “The Box” by yourdbtop. It started as a writing experiment using only 1st and 2nd person pronouns, but I’ve been having too much fun with it since. I decided to share it piece by piece; if others enjoy it, perhaps I’ll keep going. Forewarning that while I love to be very descriptive, this is still a penned fantasy and not meant to be realistic. If you’re the type to complain about realism, consider leaving now.)

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Surrogate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

The Ugly Duckling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This short story is one of the relatively few things I’ve written that is completely consensual. It’s relatively light on bondage or other erotic themes too. It’s more of a psychological exploration, I think.

“Good girl,” Dr. Paul said as he gave Mariliu a loving pat on the top of her fur-covered head.

He pronounced her name like Merrilee-you, and she liked that. Not only was it pretty and exotic; it was also a good description of how she felt most of the time these days. She licked her lips, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of the fluid that was already drying at the corners of her mouth; then she stuck her head back in his lap and began to clean him off as well.

The Wedding Gown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted.

After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills.

The White Rabbit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

Tied and Denied

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a loving wife giving her man what he really wants, he just may not know it. Comments and suggestions always welcome. Enjoy

Just wanted to jot down a few thoughts about why you are currently tied down helplessly to your bed with unfinished “business” and left in a state of deep desire and unfulfilled lust. It is really because that is exactly where I want you, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually.

Tourist Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I like the concept of women being forced to do hard labour (I am a woman). These types of stories are a fantasy of mine and I feel there is not enough of these types of stories.

Katrina was so happy. She was 25 and had got enough money from her job as a lawyer to go on holiday alone. She came from Scotland where the weather was always dull and cold. She had long thick dark blonde hair, D cup breasts and was almost 6 feet. It was a fairly isolated desert island near Australia. It was not part of Australia. It was independent but not shown on any maps. It was fairly large. It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and luxury hotels. Katrina had checked into a 5-star hotel and after unpacking her things and eating breakfast was now sunbathing on the beach. It didn’t make her suspicious that she was the only one there. What she didn’t know was that this island was a tourist trap. The only free people were those who were born there.

Veronica And Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am from a non english speaking country so please forgive some bad grammar and enjoy the story.

Hi dear readers. My mane is Leonard (called Leo by my friends) and I live in a town in the south of Sweden. So I hope that you will overlook my grammar.

When I grew up my family lived just 200 m from my parent’s best friends, the Josefsson who have a doter named Veronica. She and I are born just one month from each other, me being the oldest.

Violet Lovedoll 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her.

As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here.

Vive La Difference

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more.

In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial,

interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male).

Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports.

Vixen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena.

Come on you bitch !

Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time.

Just a few more steps.

Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse.

Wasn't This What I Wished For?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Charles and I have always been fascinated of chastity belts. I live in a non English speaking country in Europe, and I hope you will enjoy this story and forgive my poor grammar.

Ever since I first heard of that thing called a chastity belt on the schoolyard when I was 15 years old I have been fascinated of it. It was a boy one class over me that told a group of us that the knights during the dark ages had their wife locked in a chastity belt while they were away in a war somewhere. This would prevent the wife from having sex with some else. At first I did not believe him, but the others confirmed that it was true. I found this scenario very exciting, and we discussed it for the rest of the lunch break.

What The Fuck?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;)

The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same.

Woof!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A charming Englishman and his faithful Puppygirl Bonnie avoid the trials and tribulations of their small-town Montana neighbors.

Please email me with ideas and opinions. (Constructive preferably, but even if you hate it I’d like to hear your opinion). I plan to make this a series if there is sufficient interest

Chapter 1 - Exposed!

“Woof, woof” Bonnie scampered across Mr Lansdowne’s lawn, her perky little bottom high in the air as she chased after an unknown smell. Her nose inches from the ground, she paused and sniffed the edge of the rose bed before chasing off sideways towards the clearing.

Yes, Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Well, what did you think?” he asked as the credits started to roll.

“Inconceivable!” she said, and they both laughed.

“It’s ‘inconceivable’ that you’ve never seen The Princess Bride,” he said.

“Well, thanks for making me watch it. It was awesome,” she said, grasping his arm.

“Thanks for making dinner,” he said, smiling at her.

Dominic had been dating Beth for several weeks, mostly dinner out, parties with mutual friends and going to the movies. This was their first night alone, in her house, and he was both nervous and excited for what could come next.

You Deserve Every Stroke!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun.

The First Day

“You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!”

Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip.

Ahhhh!

“You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!”

Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation.

Zainab and the White Christmas

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack.

“And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride.

Zed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a while. Please, feel free to leave feedback.

Part 1: How We Got Here

Well, this is screwed up. I’m standing over the unconscious and naked body of the man I’ve always had unrequited feelings for And I have to make him disappear. How did it come to this….

Before we get to that, let me introduce myself and my…. let’s go with my paramour. My name is Timothy Martin, I’m 29 and I’m pretty bisexual. I’m 5'11, white with brown hair and dark brown eyes and I like to think I’m pretty good in the muscle department considering I work out regularly. Speaking of department, I work for the SPF, Singapore Police Force. I’m a Sergeant attached to the CID (basically the detectives) and I assist in their investigations by….filing paperwork and kicking down doors. Not the most glamorous job and definitely not why I became a cop but not as bad as it sounds. I also have an… alternative employer. The local friendly neighborhood mob pay very handsomely for information about potential arrests. Information I provide. In my defense I was raised by a mobster and they pushed me to be a cop specifically for this. Never had a choice, in my case. Enough about me, anyway, let me tell you about my… let’s be honest, my obsession.