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I had set myself a real challenge this time and I was really nervous just thinking about what I was proposing to do to myself. Bit of background first – my name is Jenny, I’m 23, a student, single, brown eyes, short black hair, I have been told I’m not unattractive and I’m pretty fit but I don’t like my nose and my ass is too big – normal female hang-ups I guess. I have been into bondage fantasies since puberty but never told anyone else. So self-bondage was an obvious path and I’ve been playing tie-up games since I was 16. I love the feeling of helplessness when in bondage, as well as the purely physical sensation of ropes and chains digging into my skin or squeezing me tight, which I enjoy immensely. I’m a damsel-in-distress type of girl, always wanting to get myself into perilous situations which I then have to get myself out of. This one was a cracker. ...

“I never knew your minivan had so much space in the back.” Tim was momentarily startled but quickly relaxed when he saw his good friend Beth looking at him through his van’s open rear doors. “Oh sure. There’s lots of space when you take out the seats.” Tim unrolled the cushion and centered it on the van floor. He tossed two gray blankets on top of the cushion. “I’m sure you’ll find the ride very comfortable. Are you sure you want to do this?” ...

Author's Note: If anyone wants to make a video of this idea.. I’d love to see it. Football Sunday was here again. I clipped the leash to the front of my wife Kerry’s collar, and led her the short walk up the driveway to my friend Dan’s front door. She kept her head bowed, not so much out of submission, but more of the hope that passing traffic and casual onlookers wouldn’t notice the bright red ball wedged deep in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her, held by a pair of chained cuffs underneath her long wool coat. ...

Author's Note: I have originally written this for myself, however I decided to share it. For now this is the full story, however I may write some kind of continuation of it in the future. Enjoy! I’m a single mother. My husband left me and my son Jim 4 years ago. Since then I cared for Jim alone. He is 18 years old now, just finished school and is currently unemployed. ...

Author's Note: Apologies to anybody from the Indonesian island of Selaru, this is a fictional story written using feasible geographical correctness. The London fashion industry proved to be incredibly competitive for Lucie when facing her equally attractive rival colleagues. On the outside, a confident party girl from Essex England but on the inside, unnecessarily paranoid about her inferiority and lack of life experience. Because of this she’d made the decision to take a year off and go traveling so as to broaden her mind in the hope to contend with her well travelled rivals when in conversation about the world outside and experiences abroad. ...

Chapter 1 Violetta met Kevin at one of her father’s many business parties, and immediately took an interest in the boy. He was handsome, somewhat well-built, and had an impish smile that told her that he was used to getting his way. Her eyes narrowed, and she began slinking through the party in her sparkling green cocktail dress, pacing behind him, watching his every move. Violetta was also used to getting her way. She was tall, pale, and bore herself with a regal authority that brooked no protest or dissent. Her vivid gold-and-copper hair flowed down her back to her knees, contrasting against the sage green of the dress to frame her nearly-impossible curves just so. Violetta used her body as both lure and weapon, and tonight Kevin was going to be her prey. ...

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! ...

Chapter 1 Who needs friends reunited? Sitting in a bookshop is not normally where adventures begin but Caroline Gray’s did that Saturday morning, Waterstones bookshop has big sofas and a coffee house which does amazing lattes. It is a nice place to spend a wet dreary morning. Her life was going well she had decided the night before. 39 years old and still single but not chaise, a string of boyfriends and a nice flat overlooking the river in one of York’s most expensive areas made her feel contented. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers. Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer. ...

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories. ...