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Prologue We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship. ...

Author's Note: During the early Harry Potter hype, I often wondered what wizards would do when they grow up, i.e. adult wizardry, kinky wizards and bondage and the like. Here’s a sketch I wrote in 2005. 1. The Letter I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end. ...

Let me introduce myself. I am Jack Campbell. I am a metalworker, leather worker, tinkerer and all around erotic\kink designer. Some would say I am evil…others committed…I would say, I have a singular drive to perfect designs, regardless of the cost of that perfection. That is how I got where I am. I have a business where I design anything and everything for erotic kink wear. Mostly bondage gear, and the accessories to them. Frankly, most, are erotically evil, I love my designs and will do anything to see them made. Now, my business has grown over the years thanks to the internet, and….rich parents who died long ago, never knowing what I did with my life. The key to my business, is I don’t ask to test out my designs on woman. See, I only design for woman as frankly, I think they have a much more beautiful body, hey I am a man. When I say I don’t ask to test out my designs, it is in the form of two things, my kidnapped slaves, and women I know, who inadvertently use my products and I gather feedback from them (that is the harder one to perform, as I need to do it safely so I don’t get my ass in trouble). ...

Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks. Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag. ...

Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best. She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle. ...

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series. Chapter 1 Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract. ...

Author's Note: To all those who liked this story and were kind enough to criticize me thank you I appreciate it very much. I am very sorry that it took 5 years for this new chapter but to be honest in the last 5 years I haven’t had the urge to write anything new for this i’ve been very busy in life with a lot of medical problems such as dealing with Cancer, Chemotherapy,and Knee replacement and hip surgery, Also I tried my best in this new chapter to write with better grammar and spelling and structure so if you still don’t like it oh well LMAO it’s the best that I can do. And I promise that after this it won’t take another 5 years for another update. Thanks to you all from NEWBIE ...

Ben gazed out of his office window. The street was empty except for the lone car that whizzed by ever few minutes or so. Pretty typical, considering it was 3AM on a Tuesday night. Then the phone rang. Ben stared at the phone for a few seconds, surprised that it was ringing at this late hour. He picked it up. “Ben’s Bondage Adventures. Can I help you?” “Yes, I’d like to sign up for an adventure, please.” The girl’s voice seemed meek and hesitant. ...

This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn’t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it. Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband’s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. “To what do I owe this honour?” she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home. ...