Loving

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good, the guy seemed nice, and now that it was just a few days shy of fall the oppressive summer muggy heat had finally been replaced by an altogether more pleasant temperature. ...

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. ...

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. ME 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.” ...

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. ...