A Slave to Twitter

Author's Note: I’m really curious to get your feedback on this story - it was a lot harder to write that I thought it would be, only having one character is tricky! If you like it there could be more! I’m going to start by introducing myself. I’m Jenny and I’m twenty seven years old, I have a dark brown pixie cut, black rimmed Dolce and Gabbana glasses and green eyes. I’m slim, too skinny for my liking (my boyfriend says I’m petite and from my five foot two stature I can hardly disagree with him!) I work as a software programmer in outer London and at heart I’m a very kinky person. My boyfriend and I have been together for several years, unfortunately he’s currently working in Manchester so our time together is often quite limited. By the time we’ve gone out to dinner and shagged like rabbits there’s often not a lot of time for much else… my kinky side is often left unsatisfied. ...

A Slave's Afternoon

Author's Note: Please let me know what you think. You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies. ...

A Slave's Afternoon

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think. You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies. ...

A Slave's Quest

Author's Note: A fetish fantasy for people interested in permanent bondage and body modification. _Update (2012/09/11):* I’m aware that the previous parts have mostly set the stage for things to come; however, anticipation is often said to be half the pleasure. Hopefully, you won’t find the somewhat tedious descriptions of this part too much of a letdown. Maybe you have taken the opportunity to get your own fantasies going; if so, I’d love to hear about them!* ...

A Tale of Two Families

Author's Note: This is my first story, so please allow me a little leeway. My command of written English has never been that good! It is intended to be a tale of dark BDSM, non-consensual fantasy involving two families. One unlucky enough to fall into the hands of the other. Chapter 1 - Baby It was the growing day light that woke him. It automatically triggered a switch in the dim night light which then turned off with an audible click as the dawn light grew stronger. That and the increasing and uncomfortable pressure growing in his plastic pants. He would try not to move although he knew he would have to soon. He found it difficult to remain in any position for too long, and his restless legs would soon begin to cramp up. However, any movement in his present condition was dangerous as he’d first discovered to his cost many months ago and numerous times since. Movement sometimes encouraged seepage from the tight elastic seams that secured his plastic pants around his waist and thighs. ...

A Tale of Two Switches

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless. ...

A Tough One

Author's Note: Although I submitted it as my second work on this site, this story is somewhat older than “Dorei”. She wasn’t exactly pretty. Attractive, yes. Intriguing, sure. Some – most – might even say beautiful. But pretty? There lay a kind of hardness in her features, making it difficult to connect her to terms such as “cute” or “twee”. I would call her Rho, for her real name is of no consequence anymore. ρ, the sixteenth letter of the Greek alphabet. Or, minding that it was to be a proper name, the capital form: P ...

A Very Special Delivery

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all. Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge. ...

A Violet Snowdrop

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking. Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy “Violet! I’m back.” I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage. ...

A Walk in the Park

After a pleasant dinner (with a nice wine) at the colonial inn, Tom and I walked back into the park. The park was primarily a reconstruction of a village as it had been in colonial times. The park was closed for the night but there was nothing to hinder us wandering about on foot. As expected we appeared to be the solitary entrants. Aside from its “colonial” atmosphere it was little different from the parks we had frequented around our home town. Our evenings spent there were delightful as Tom would have me handcuffed to a tree, a pole or anything handy and stripped almost completely naked. I loved being helpless while he used his hands, lips and teeth on my body. It only took a few minutes of him sucking on my nipples or poking fingers in my pussy before I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Tom took advantage of my desperate need by forcing me to commit to letting him fuck me in the ass or letting him cum in my mouth and swallowing it all. Being completely helpless and exposed outdoors while his hands roamed all over me made me too horny to resist promising anything. ...