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The single glaring light bulb suspended above her was the only warning she got in the mornings. It would be mere minutes until he walked into her small cell. She didn’t know what she was doing there. She didn’t know much at all. She only knew her why. It was him. It was he who revelled in her confinement; he who loved to see her distress. He got off on her tears. Got hard at her whimpers. Despite knowing what caused his arousal, she wasn’t in a position to deny him. She couldn’t deny him anything. ...

Author's Note: Dedicated to a friend of mine, she knows who she is. Also I am dyslexic so bare with me, have done as best i can with spell check etc. Thanks Cath lay in bed looking at her phone screen, or rather the background screen . It had been nearly half an hour since he last massaged and she wondered had he gone to sleep. Her phone was the only thing lighting the room as she otherwise lay in complete darkness. She was waiting for her friend Neil to message back. She had known him a few years now and they had worked together for most of that. She had always liked him but never really acted on it as he was in a relationship. However he had recently revealed that he fancied her and had always done so, but for obvious reasons never acted on it. Neil was still unfortunately in a relationship but after a lot of talking with Cath they had discovered something about themselves, never once raised in their years of friendship. Neil had told Cath he was very much into bondage and as conversations progressed it became obvious Cath had a fascination with this to and they had begun to share their inner most fantasies with each other. They both realised that nothing could ever come of this and had agreed as long as it stayed as conversation it would be treated as a bit of fun and they would both just enjoy this new if not slightly forbidden experience. ...

Chapter 1 - The Story “Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?” “They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra. Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends. ...

Please keep in mind I’m not writing in my mother tongue, so it’s quite possible weird syntax or grammar errors will be here. Her name, or nickname, was Vicky, she was a french woman in her thirties. Very fun and friendly in our chat conversations. Her fantasy was shared by her husband: to submit as a couple. My contacts with the man were minimal, finalized to state his limits in the game (it was devised by the woman) and his consent. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: Another one I did years ago - enjoy! Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called “pony girls”, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks. ...

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. ...

Part 1 Have you ever faced a decision that might change your your life and involve a little danger and suspense? My name is Debbie and I’m a college student in Southern California. My measurements are 36-24-35 and my weight is 125lbs. Fortunately I can get plenty of dates but haven’t found my dream man yet. For spending money I babysit on occasion and that’s how this story got started. ...

(Inspired by an original Doggers drawing!) Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies. Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction. ...

Chapter 1 As I laid naked on the stomach in my cage I contemplated how I came to be here. The ball gag harness in my mouth didn’t allow any sound to escape my mouth, while my hands were cuffed with leather cuffs on my hips to the wide black leather belt tightly secured with a padlock around my waist. The position of the cuffs allowed for some movement, but there was no way that I could reach and touch my pussy. A leather collar fastened my neck to the hook on the padded bottom of the cage. My feet were slightly spread, bent backwards at the knee and manacled to each side of the cage. The cage itself was 1,5 meters long, 60cm wide, and 60cm high, with narrowly spaced vertical and horizontal bars. Under my pussy, there was a hole where I could relieve myself if needed. ...