“POP!” Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun! After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all. And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win. 10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line. ...
Celia stared across the conference room table at her counterpart, Burk. As usual, he was studiously ignoring her while the meeting continued unabated into it’s third hour. While many would assume he had no interest, Celia knew otherwise. She knew that his studied detachment was a conscious effort to avoid being driven to distraction by her during this meeting, a distraction that Celia was already managing to accomplish simply by gazing every so often in his direction. ...
Part 1 Anna leaned forward and tried to reach the chain. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, with short chain holding the cuffs into ring built into the cement wall of the cell. She was barely able to move into a crouch, one hand barely managing to grip the chain, but she pulled anyway hoping, desperately that it would somehow come loose. Jane sat across the cell, her hands bound to another wall. Jane had pulled her legs up to partially cover her pussy. Otherwise she simply sat on the concrete floor, too defeated to cry. ...
Author's Note: Again, I present you a piece of my imagination on long term metal bondage. This is the first time ever i used first person narrative. So please excuse for any grammatical mistakes as you know English is not my first or second language. The story is purely based on the torment and long term confinement of the character, there is no sexual encounter in the story. Please leave a comment at the end. Happy reading…. ...
Author's Note: My 1st story Part One Paul decided to get off from his cab in a location close to the neighborhood where he had decided to have the dinner. He had to walk for a few minutes to reach the place where the meeting would be held. Paul liked to walk around looking at the people and at the places around him with no clear destination. It was an old habit taken from his previous job where he has learned always to be careful and to have a strong awareness of what was happening around him. ...
I awoke seconds before the alarm went off. My eyes burned a hole through the LED display until the lights changed and the buzzing went off. Both hands were pressed between my loins, and I pulled them away to turn off the alarm and throw off the cover. I had a schedule to keep and I dared not be late. I made the bed rather quickly. It consisted only of a small mattress laying on the floor, with a single pillow for my head and a single blanket for warmth. Some would say it was not much, but I felt proud of them. I had earned them for excellent service for my Master. I even had my own room (or large closet) that I could call my very own. ...
Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there. 1. Uncharted Civilisation Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map. ...
I sat outside in my Chevy coup. We’d met on the internet. He had called me a wannabe when I told him I like the photos from his last party. I asked if I could join and told him I wanted him and his friends to turn me into a Chinese finger trap. It was crude. But the photos from his party were cruder. Straight jackets and rubber balls. All manner of rough devices and wooden contraptions. Participants in all stages of contortion and lust. I now sat two hundred feet from the scene. ...
Author's Note: still looking for proof-reader ! Chapter 1 (added: ) It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom’s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work. The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom’s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa. ...
Author's Note: This is obviously a work of fantasy. He was a very cruel master, the most sadistic master she ever had or ever could have ever dreamed of. That was exactly why she gave herself to him. She gave herself completely and without limits or safewords. She was his to inflict punishment or give pleasure as he saw fit. The punishment he was about to inflict on her was going to be quite severe indeed. ...