M-M on Utopia Stories Library

3's a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As with my other stories, i must stress i did my best with the grammar etc but i am dyslexic and never finished school, so please try to look past any imperfections. As also mentioned please feel free to email me if any one would like to strike up a conversation as i love to discuss new ideas and other peoples interests etc. Thanks

Paul Sat there staring at the screen, watching his mouse hover over the upload button. He hesitated for a moment and then made himself click. He watched as the 3 images where uploaded and sent.

A Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Though the scene does not focus on the transsexual part, I felt it best to be honest and disclose that part as this is a fantasy of mine and most of it was enacted one day not too long ago.

Amber listened as the footfalls indicated her ‘date’ had gone back upstairs. His last words sent shivers down her spine, “When I return, you will be calling me Master and submitting to me totally.” Her only means of communicating were grunts, tears and body language as she tried to plead to him as he departed.

A Guys Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story that I’m actually posting. I’ll probably come back in and change details later on. Comments and suggestions are very very welcome.

Chapter 1

I’m Austin. A nineteen year old, six foot two, well built guy. I live with my fiancé in an upscale two room apartment on the top floor. Elizabeth is out for the next few hours, so I invited Joe over for a guy’s night. I picked out some movie that we’ve both seen a dozen times. I don’t even remember what I put in the DVD player.

A Night in the Woods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a very short story, I want my master to order me to do this!

As directed I parked in the layby. It was just getting dark, more twilight than daylight The road was quite a car came past quickly, its headlight lighting up the interior of my car. They wouldn’t be able to see much I thought, which was a good job.

I was wearing black court shoes with a 6" heel, black seamed stockings, held up by suspenders coming from the red Basque I was wearing under the leather mini skirt and white blouse.

A Slave to Sir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sir was a close friend of mine; he was my Sadistic Dominant and I was his willing slave, his servant, and his masochistic toy when he wanted to play hard! He loved making me cry out in pain, whether it was through hard spankings, paddlings and canings that always left my butt burning hot and colored a deep shade of red with many crisscrossing dark purple welts! My desires to serve my Master and to surrender myself completely to him coupled with my deep dark need for spanking and passion for anal play were a perfect match to Sir’s interests as well! Sir never tired of making me moan or hearing my muffled cries through my penis gag as he toyed with my puckered asshole. When he positions me with my ass raised and my punished red striped cheeks spread open, that puckered little hole becomes his chosen target as he fucks it hard with his own cock. Coating it generously with his own cum before lining up his arsenal of dildos which he will now use to rape my hole mercilessly! Sir just loves to stretch, ream and torment my asshole using his passion for anal play as additional punishments for me! He always strives to push past any previous limits and has lately been applying an oral numbing gel all around my asshole before he starts to ravish my hole, forcing two 10-inch dildos inside me at the same time! Sir has amassed a large collection of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators that just keeps growing as he is in a relentless hunt for acquiring new and larger toys to torment my willing hole with! I am forced to endure more intensity with each session, and Sir has found a way to increase my humiliation even more as well. Sir will send me to specific websites that he has chosen that sell anal insertion toys, and without telling me which toy he is interested in other than knowing that it has to be large one, I am to order the item I think he is interested in using on me. Once the toy arrives, I am bound to the punishment horse and the new toy is tested out on my hole repeatedly for the evening! If I made the wrong selection, I have to reorder another item, and then accept a severe punishment from Sir before he works over my hole with the new toy! Sir loves using my bound body for lengthy forced anal play scenes. He is persistent and won’t stop or release me until my hole has been raped and ravished to the point it is gaping open. Sir uses various methods but usually it involves a wide butt plug that he will use to tease and torment my tight puckered brown eye with. He works over my hole until he can tease it open just a bit where it doesn’t clamp all the way closed, but shows a small pouting open hole in the middle of the puckered opening. That is when he lubes up one of the bigger toys like a 12 or 13-inch dildo and then he rams that giant toy as deep as possible and continues his assault of my hole until he has savagely raped and punished it! Sir loves fucking my mouth and asshole and giving me these anal torments that stretch my hole open for him!

A Sticky Situation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

Agreements and Pets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

Amber's Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Amber was on her last night in the city. Having attended a weekend conference and soon will be flying the following Sunday morning. Bored with the hotel bar and the other attendees to the conference she quietly inquired at the concierge desk for a local place she could walk to as she had no car and was not interested in a cab. Being told of a place about a block down an alley sounded perfect. Amber thanked the nice gentleman and departing, not seeing the signal given across the room to a patron at the bar who Amber had met and seen the past couple of nights.

An Owned Pet's Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

Becoming a Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to tell my story. There is more to come if anyone is interested.

Chapter 1

INITIATION

It was a long walk home after a night out. It wasn’t late, just after eleven o’clock. It was a still night, perfect for walking. It is a lonely stretch so I was on my own, just the occasional car passing. I always feel safe, I have done this walk so many times. My mind was wandering as it always does, I feel free when I walk, free to allow my mind to drift.

Beer and Bisexuality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: would love to hear from you guys and girls. Love discussing all things bondage etc with like minded people. so please feel free to email me anytime.

As the double doors swung open , the cold night air hit him. It was only late September and it felt like a winters night. Neil glanced over the garden and saw a solitary looking bloke sat on the wall. He was debating weather to go home at this point as he was already half drunk and was a bit board being out on his own.

Big Mouth

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes

Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments

Nobody likes a big mouth.

At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late.

Birthday Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As previously stated please feel free to contact me as would love to talk to someone about thier experiences or to exchange ideas etc. Hope you enjoy. And to the person that emailed me, if you read this i did email you back and sorry for the delay.

Neil got in the car and slammed the door shut, it had been a long night and he just wanted to get home. He checked his phone and noticed a message from Cath “happy birthday babe I will be calling later and have a great present for you”. Neil and Cath where not technically in a relationship, they had met through a mutual friend at a party and bonded over a drunken chat regarding their kinks. It turned out they had very similar tastes sexually. As the alcohol had flowed they ended up back at Neil’s place and drunkenly told each other all their dark desires. That night had ended in a drunken fumble and eventually sex. As the two kept seeing each other, they became bolder, introducing more and more bondage and pushing each others limits. Neil was genuinely 100 % comfortable with Cath and was even starting to dress in her clothes and allow her to dominate him, something they both loved doing.

Bondage Greetings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season.

Chapter 1

I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought.

It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on.

The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic.

Bondage Greetings, Gift Wrapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season

Chapter 1

I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought.

It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on.

The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic.

Bondage Master's Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now… now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard cock. Ten seconds later, he had cum all over his naked chest, wiping the excess with the inside of his robe.

Bound for an Unknown Destiny

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms.

Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story… suggestions anyone?

This story is about an 18 year old American boy how looked like a 14-year-old. He’s 5'10"foot, blond, blue eyes and physically fit. Both of his parents died a week before all this happened. His mom was in a car accident and died on impact. His father was shot in a drive by.

A British family in London adopted Jake. He had no idea what was going to happen to him.

Camp Kidnap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was a short while after midnight, and only a few people were still awake, at football training camp. Dylan, being one of them, decided to take a stroll, and explore the grounds. As he left the sleeping area, he did not notice a dark figure sneaking out after him. Craig followed Dylan at a safe distance, with a large heavy bag on his back, in which he kept his ‘supplies’. Dylan walked around for a while, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. He took a shortcut through a small dark forest, to get back to the camp. After a while, he came to a clearing, where he stopped, thinking he had heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn to look, he was tackled to the ground from behind, and a pair of handcuffs snapped on his wrists, behind his back, and another on his ankles. He managed to roll over, and there was Craig, standing over him, leering unpleasantly. ‘I’ve waited for so long to do that. Now you’re mine’ said Craig, before crouching down and punching Dylan several times through the face, and in the stomach. Suddenly, without warning, Dylan lifted both his feet, and kicked Craig in the groin with all the force he could muster. Craig collapsed on the ground, holding his crotch, and rolled over onto his back. Dylan tried to sit up, but was overcome by the pain from all the punches, and collapsed onto the ground. Once Craig had recovered himself, he got up, limping slightly, and rolled Dylan over onto his stomach. Dylan was conscious, but his eyes were blurred, and he couldn’t muster the strength to move. This suited Craig perfectly, as he pulled several bundles of rope out of his bag, to restrain Dylan properly. To make sure that Dylan couldn’t put up a fight, Craig started by tying his legs. After undoing the handcuffs, he pulled off Dylan’s shoes, socks and jeans, leaving Dylan naked from the waist down, except for his boxers. He then tied ropes securely around Dylan’s knees (above and below), around his thighs, and around his ankles, all of which he cinched tightly, to ensure that Dylan could not slip out of them. He then used a thin piece of rope to tie Dylan’s big toes together, to so that Dylan could not move his feet apart. Finally satisfied that Dylan’s legs were secure, he moved on to restraining his upper body. After removing the handcuffs, he pulled Dylan’s t-shirt off, and removed the silver chain around Dylan’s neck, leaving his chest and back completely bare. He then tied one end of a long piece of rope around Dylan’s left wrist, and did the same with another piece of rope around his right wrist.

Captured CD

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Wriiten some time ago, but still good I hope!

I’m not sure which was the most humiliating part, cummimg as she smacked my balls, or being tied to the tree wearing tights (pantyhose).

Let me explain. As a closet crossdresser with a love of bondage, I often put myself into these strange predicaments, but this time it had all gone wrong.

It was a Wednesday morning, the wife is at work and I’ve got a day off. No sooner had she gone, had I changed into some barely black tights. Whilst I pondered what to wear next I logged on and surfed the net for inspiration. I got the idea to go outside, and saw a site on outdoor bondage. It was written by a guy fairly local to where I live, and it recommended some suitable locations. I knew a wooded area that he referred to, so that was my plan.

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The day I was caught in self-bondage. No one else was at home. It seemed like a great time for a little adventure, but first I had to prepare. In my room I stripped off my clothes, then from my secret hiding place on the floor under the bottom dresser drawer I removed my equipment several bundles of nylon rope, cable zip-ties, duct tape, and scissors.

Now, all I needed was a damsel before the adventure could begin, ya gotta have a damsel in distress for a self-bondage session. I went down the hall to my older sister Sara’s room. I tossed my supplies on her bed. Quickly, I began to collect the outfit for my damsel, 3 pairs of panties, bra, tights, white half-slip, blue-plaid pleated skirt, white peter pan blouse, plaid cross tie and black maryjanes for the classic schoolgirl in bondage scenario. I placed all these items on Sara’s bed. A glance at the clock reminded me that my parents would be home in about 2 hours. My sister was scheduled to work after school. She shouldn’t be home until very late. Thinking about being bound and the possibility being caught began to get me excited.

Couples Counselling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can’t promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.

Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I’d trained a couple and the first time I’d trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I’ve made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl’s training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don’t intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

Encounter in San Francisco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story with male on male. I am not an english major so please be nice with the grammar comments.

Chapter 1 - Boredom and Randomness

It was beautiful and sunny Friday morning. Golden beams of light cascaded across the hardwood floor and slowly creped across until it worked up the frame of the bed and snaked into the eyelids of J. Grunting and bringing his hands from the blanket he reached up to his face and slowly wiped his eyes and coaxed a tired set of eyelids open. This was the first day of a well earned four day weekend, and J really needed the break from work and the stresses associated with it. The bed felt empty as he was newly single, and adjusting to this new life,

First Forced Bi Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story about me. i plan to post my adventure on here to hope to inspire others seek out there fantisies.

I am a collage student age 20 I have always like bondage with my girlfriends. But in the past 2 years i have been wanting to be dominated by a man. i looked at craigslist and at collarme.com and even fetlife.com. well collarme was a disappointing because there was not many dominate gay males in my area. Fetlife sucked because its somewhat hard to see what is out there with the search. Well craigslist was a little scary because all the stories i have heard from the news but it was the only place for sure to get me some replies. The ad i put up asked for a male with a garage so i could walk in and get bound up then he could use me for what ever he wanted as long as we had protected anal sex and no permanent marks. well what would happen is that when the day come by for me to do it i would panic and not go, but finally i agreed to go with this guy from the north side of San Antonio because it was in a nicer neighborhood. previous guys that responded live in really low income neighborhood so that was the main reason i would back out. i agreed to a over night bound stay on the following Friday.

Forgotten Safe Word

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is part 1 to a little story I came up with. Part 2 coming in the next week. I’d love feedback and ideas for part 2. I will leave my email unmasked for readers to respond.

Part 1

Background: I am a 18 year old boy, tight virgin ass, 6'4, exploring my kinks. I met a mistress online who said she is willing to introduce me to the world of kink.

Framed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a full story, but there could be other parts added if anyone likes this!

Framed

I had responded to an advert on a TV/TS website, under the Events section:

“T Girls wanted for hotel meet at the Airport on Sunday arriving at 3 pm”

I sent an initial email with a few photos of me dressed, the organiser, Terry told me what would normally happen and who would be attending. He had got 2 other T girls wanting turn up and 3 other men besides himself. A number of others had expressed interest but hadn’t confirmed. He was very interested when I said I’d love to be tied up helpless and used - “the guys would love you” he said.

Good Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Looking forward to your comments!

Part 1

“I miss my little doggy, I hope he comes back home before 6 o’clock tonight.”

This is the message I received just after lunch today.

The sender was an older gentleman by the name of Randall. I use the phrase ‘older gentlemen as he is eleven years my senior. I being slim but muscular smooth bodied 21 year old college student and he is a bald and slightly rounded 32 year old IT professional, you can imagine that our relationship was not purely based on romance.

Harry and The Humbler

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A tale of cuckolding and revenge. This is a quick vignette as much as a story.

I wrote this a few years ago, and was thinking about day 2, but would like some feedback. Enjoy!

Harry and the Humbler, a tale of cuckolding and revenge.

It was easy enough for her to let her put it on me. She just told me she had a surprise for me and to strip and get on my hands and knees. Over the years I’ve spent many an hour with my balls tied tightly, and many times have felt that probing tip of a plug being slowly pushed into my ass, only to be followed by increasing pressure and then relief as I closed in again around the narrow band.

High Heels and the Computer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please help me

It all started simply enough. I just loved to cross dress in lingerie and high heels. Then I bought a computer and discovered sites like this one. From there things began to expand as did my wardrobe and my interests. Self bondage, mummyfication, full crossdressing all began to fascinate me. I was spending entirely too much time and way too much of our budget on clothes, bondage gear and chat rooms.

In the Gym

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wish my school had been more like this!

It was our final year at high school, I was eighteen and looking forward to leaving our small town and going to University, as I wandered home from swim training daydreaming about life in the big city when I received the text message from my friend Jake.

“Come to the Gym” was all it said

“On my way home now” I replied

Interrogated by Dr. Schmidt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man is interrogated in a most interesting way by Dr. Schmidt and his assistant…..

The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.

Ken's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at this.

Part 1

Ken was an average guy form a nice California coastal town. He grew up with decent things, but never really had too much. His parents loved him but didn’t really show much affection towards him. This is what made ken easy prey for a pedophile. His 3rd grade teacher took advantage of him and did horrid things to him sexually. She was a sadist, along with her boyfriend they used ken horribly. His father finally moved getting ken away from the abusive teacher. He never mentioned it to anyone, but he was haunted for the rest of his life by the thoughts of this abuse. As he grew older he began to crave this kind of treatment. Many of his girlfriends didn’t understand his feelings which led to failed relationships time and again. He had a great job and made good money which allowed him to buy nice things for himself. He went to clubs to seek out women, trying to find one that might understand his craving for abuse. He also looked online at various adult websites, which he found frustrating; most of the people he found online were usually out just for money.

Kidnapping, Bondage, Immortality and Polo Shirts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first time writing on here, or fiction anywhere on the internet for that matter. I have always had a bondage and discipline fetish (not S&M) and oddly, one for polo shirts, particularly when they are buttoned up to the top and worn with smart clothing hence why its not latex for example. I have fantasised about being in a scenario like this for years and who knows, maybe one day I might get to do something resembling it. Enjoy, and hopefully it will be the first of many chapters.

Locktober At The Femboy Mansion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story on here, as well as the first time I’ve written so much. If anyone has advice, I’d really appreciate it. As for the story, I just wanted to get a room full of femboys in chastity and make it fun. I hope you like it.

Prologue

While the world was burning and everyone was locked inside for the foreseeable future, a honey-blonde woman was dressed up as a teacher for a monthly meeting. Slapping the table with a riding crop, demanding the attention of her so-called class.

Madame Justine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fancy old style brothel caters for the ‘sexual advanced’ in every way thinkable. A large stable of slaves, often related or married, is run by a statuesque woman and her imaginative staff. Anything goes… The story centres on severe torture, cruel body modifications and extreme chastity enforcement.

Do not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or getting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on.

Mall Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Expands a sentence from my long story ‘The Sissy Bargain’ right after I sign a contract where Satan helps people pick boys or girls: beginner homosexuality training.

Mall

I’m Brandon, penniless but I just signed a blood contract with Satan to fix that. The contract: no hitting on new women (it is fine if the girls approach me), no talking to old flings, free money. Satan and I were finishing and it was time to go home. I think his goal is make men sissies or Betas. Luckily I’ve always had lots of dates and girls so no worries. Signing went good and my advocate Rachel left.

More Than What I Could Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.

My Dog Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Standing in front of me was a handsome young man. He was no taller than I but very well built. He had his eyes cast to the floor and would dare not look at me unless spoken to.

“What a good boy” I find myself thinking as I look over him. His bubbly ass was bright red from his daily punishment and his nipples were standing hard at attention from being clamped for so long. I tell him to kneel and he does so without hesitation. I have trained him well. The light from the fire seems to dance on his bald head I gently rub it and whisper” Do you love your master?” he gazes up into my eyes and replies “Yes master” I force him on all fours and have him walk with me to the table where I have already laid out the toys for tonight’s session. First taking the dog tail butt plug I shove it into his mouth and say to him “Make that nice and wet, unless you want me to shove it in dry” I watch as he uses his own saliva to make his familiar ass toy as slick as possible. After some time has passed and I remove the toy from his mouth tell him to take a deep breath and I shove it in listening to him let out a deep sigh as it sits in place, then taking the dog mask I cover that beautiful face of his with the mask and secure it almost too tight around his head.

My Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

My name is Jake.

I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape.

The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time.

My New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is the continuation from my last story. I have included the first part again as well.

Part 1 & 2 Before I begin here’s a little about me. I am an 18 year old teenage boy recently venturing into the world of kink. I am 6'4, 185 pounds, and athletically built. Recently I met a Mistress online who said she could introduce to this Kink world via submission to her. I told her I am an anal virgin, but have wanted to possibly try strap-on submission with some light bondage, as well as trying out some toys and equipment. I sent her a list of my desires, and limits, however it was very short with my little experience. The list was as follows:

My Weekend With Uncle Todd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I remember the week that Uncle Todd came to stay like it was yesterday, although it was almost a decade ago now. I had recently turned 18, just finished college and was enjoying my last summer vacation while still living with my dad at the time. One day, he came home from work and announced that he’d be leaving for a week and how I’d have the house to myself. Before I carry on, let me describe myself. I was 5’ 10, had shoulder length dark brown hair and a slim build, not chubby but not too skinny either. Around the age of 16 was when I first started dabbling I’m self bondage, but never had I tried it with another person, either tying them up or being tied up, however the older I got the more the urge grew. When my dad told me I’d have the house to myself my mind started buzzing with ideas, how I could bound and gag myself before sleeping and waking up in bondage, I could cuff my feet and hands together while I go around the house doing chores, the ideas were boundless.

Night of Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Hey, I’m Tom. I’m a 19 year old, Tall, Slim Blonde male. The other day I went to my mates house for the night (He is a 19 year old, tall, slim brunette male). I got to his house at about 3:00pm. It was a hot day so we decided to go to the beach for a swim. We got back to his place at about 6:00pm got some tea and decided to go play the playstation, watch a movie and go to bed.

Not Your Normal Dentist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I sincerly hope everyone enjoys my work. Please leave comments and anything you might like to see in the future.

Danny checked his cell phone in the elevator even though he knew he would get no service. It wasn’t that he was expecting a call or a text, it was a nervous thing.

As the door’s open, Danny stepped out and saw the sign that he was dreading…

Online Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Difficult to know where to start. I was a happy married man, not rich, but not poor, living my retirement.

Then I got an e-mail from a solicitor in Manchester, which I took to be the usual scam.

But he kept sending them, telling me that I would find something to my advantage, if I replied.

So, I replied. He said he would send a car for me, which would take me to his office in Manchester, it would arrive the next day at 9:00am.

Partners

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. The Beginning

I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way.

Paul's New Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Starting to Branch out into m-m and finding it very enjoyable to write.

Sam and Paul had been friends a long time. They had met in collage and now both working professionals they shared an apartment together, Paul was a Solicitor and Sam was a Nurse. Paul had been openly honest about his sexuality from day one of their friendship and Sam was absolutely fine co-habiting with a gay gentleman as it proved to be useful for him. Sam had long had a habit of dressing himself in women’s clothes and tying himself up, he did not have any idea why this sexually gratified him though. The inevitable eventually happened where by Paul had caught him in a silky nightdress and stockings bound on the floor of the apartment. Paul being who he was, was absolutely fine with this and released Sam and made no attempt to embarrass him.

Paying to be Blackmailed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

How did this happen to me. I’m handcuffed spread eagle to a four post bed wearing a black leather catsuit, blindfolded, and have no clue when I’m going to be set free, or what time of the day it is.

Tyler and I met in an internet chat room. I’ve always had a fetish for bondage, being tied up, and bound. He told me that he had experience keeping someone bound and offered to fulfill one of my fantasies. He asked me about myself and I told him. I’m 32, a vice president of a corporation, pretty tall, about 6'2, 195 pounds with really short brown hair.

Reina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like

Part I: My First Time

The sliding door swooshed open as I stepped into the airport on nervous feet. With my small duffle bag in hand I survey the airport looking for anyone who might spot me. My plan was to put togetHer a trip to teach a class at anotHer station. As far as work knows though, I am really on vacation. Everything will be cool as long as I make it out of Here undetected by anyone who might know me.

Rubber Doll

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences.

I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night!

Rubber Slave's New Life Begins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A slave who’s been corresponding with an online Master gives him his address finally in haste…and now he’s ready to begin his new life.

Chapter 1

As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls. It was as if they were being stretched away from his body, and crushed at the same time…..he tried to make sense of the sensations, and could only guess that there was some sort of cock ring around his balls and dick, stretching them away from his body. He could also feel again the smoothness of the slick rubber that was encasing him completely, and crushing his balls and cock between it and the ring. To his horror, he felt his cock start to thicken, now that he was concentrating on it. How the fuck could he be getting aroused now….in this place…. And just as quickly he knew the answer, and his cock became fully erect, despite the pain. Another moan escaped his throat, his heart beat quickened, and he felt that old familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He went on; feeling what must be a wide thick strap going across his waist. It felt thicker than the others, and tighter. Try as he did, he could not pick his ass up off the surface, or twist much more than a fraction of an inch from side to side. But with the effort, he felt a strange sensation inside of his ass… something was stretching his ass hole open and he could feel the long smooth shaft of it penetrating inside of him. He tightened his sphincter around the cylinder in pain. The action pulled the shaft further inside of him, and for the third time he let out an audible moan as he fucked himself with whatever was in his ass. He immediately relaxed his sphincter, but the burning sensation in his ass continued despite of it. He lay there in conflict, wanting…and needing to pull his asshole closed, but knowing it was impossible with whatever was in there, and that the mere effort would cause him to fuck himself again. He lay there, concentrating on his ass….forcing the muscles to relax, allowing his ass hole to remain stretched open. The effort was monumental, and soon he felt his skin getting slick with perspiration against the encasing rubber. Eventually, he was able to leave his ass hole relaxed enough for him to spare his concentration on the rest of his body. Again, he felt the smooth slick rubber encasing his stomach. Normally he loved that feeling, how he thought it flattered his physique by showing off his abs, but now all he felt inside of him was the cold fear. He felt the next strap across his chest, just below his Pecs. It was tight; each breath that he took made his body strain against the strap. He felt the minute friction of the strap against the top of the rubber suit. The rhythm of his breathing brought a new sensation to his attention. His tits, he could feel the bare skin of them rubbing against the rubber. There was a slight burning sensation with each breath, as if the skin on his nipples had been rubbed raw over time.

Saving Ben

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin.

Sci-Club-Fi Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :)

_Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.*

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Sex Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’m strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I’m kneeling. Then I’m bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I’m strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely–for the moment–behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar.

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Slave of Club Adonis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention. Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction. She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance. Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool. Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer. Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation. I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry. She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride. Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number.

Slave Pet Harry

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did this story would be what would of been published! Harry is a pansy and needs a master.

Chapter 1 The Start (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: m-m, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, bodymod, breathplay, cbt, chastisy, drugs, enema, fanfiction, kidnapping, mind-control, sensorydep, slavery, spanking, suspension, torture, watersports

Harry P.O.V. I stood there as I watched Ron and Hermione leave in the carriages for Christmas Break. Yet again I wasn’t leaving for break and this time I would be the only one in Gryffindor tower staying at Hogwarts. Once the last carriage left I pulled my cloak around me and walked back into the castle heading back to Gryffindor tower. As I walked I kept having a sense of being watched. I started to walk faster but the feeling still followed and only got stronger. As I was turning the corner of the hall the Fat Ladies portrait stood I heard it. Turning around I came face to face with Malfoy Sr. and Snape. Both had wands pointing at me. I tried to pull out my wand when I realized I didn’t have it. Malfoy Sr. looked towards Snape and smirked.

Sniper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Your excitement grows as you turn the corner in a dim warehouse, as around the corner is the recently-captured sniper. All for you. You had an objective with them of course, otherwise this sniper would have just been shot, but anything between that and now is between you and them.

You step around the corner to see a hunched male figure, his hands drawn behind his back. As soon as you step into view, his eyes flick up towards you. He had managed to break the zip tie that previously bound his boots together, but the handcuffs are gonna hold him no matter what. His hands are locked around a pipe in the wall, preventing him from moving around.

Southern Hospitality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading!

Part 1

I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear " I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come." Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here….

Suffering Makes You Gold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: the first part of the story is like beginning of the journey of the main character. so depending of readers interest, there will be more parts.

Part 1

It was half an hour remaining to reach the train to the station of my destiny. I was a fresh graduate from a designing school n was moving to big city to fulfil my dreams. But there was a dream I was living while since years, and that was of cross-dressing. I started Cross-dressing since I was 14. Whenever I get chance, I used to wear my mom’s cloths or few from my own hidden collection. Now I was 21 and have nice n smooth body. Thin and toned waist just about 28 inches, lady like hands and small wrists, nicely curved hips which I earned with some hard work. Eventually with some of God’s bless and with some of my effort I am succeeded to maintain my body which can make a girl jealous if I would b a girl. My weight is only 51kg and height is 5'6".

Taken...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Playing online gets me in deep trouble.

Part 1

It all started as just a game. i logged into a forced feminization chat room and portrayed myself as a slave being punished by my Mistress. Saying She had instructed me to enter this room for 5 minutes and obey any command given to me. It seemed harmless and exciting. How stupid could i have been. Instantly i began getting messages for me to strip and show my ass and my face in various poses. There was one in particular who led the show. He forced me to put on lots of makeup and lingerie and pose myself as a sissy slut begging for cocks to serve. Everything was done on cam. i was naked spreading my ass and on display. After the 5 minutes were up, i left the room still getting messages from everyone who participated im my degradation. It seemed harmless and fun to portray myself and get so much attention. Then, It happened!

The Break In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on an image on the BoundAnna.com site called ‘A Game For 2’.

It had been some months since my neighbour, Andrea, had come to my help when I had got pathetically stuck at my first attempt at self bondage, following my discovery that Andrea was an experienced practitioner at the art. We had since become bondage partners, helping to tie up and photograph each other. Andrea showed me different and safe techniques of how to tie myself up and release mechanisms. I had even uploaded photos to self bondage websites, with the user name of ’envirotied’. I had grown in confidence practicing bondage.

The Dare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There was a problem with the first envoy. I hope this time it will be readable

Chapter One

This story happens in a world where slavery is accepted in some states. Our two main characters come from a non-slave state but they are visiting such a state where slavery and prostitution are legal. They came last year to celebrate their 18th birthday with alcohol, sex and drugs were all available, so they had a blast for a whole weekend and this year they came back to repeat the experience. Brad and Michael don’t come from rich families so they had to work all year part-time while studying to be able to finance their stay. They were planning to make the most of it. They arrived as early as they could on Friday and went directly to a brothel to find young cute girls to fuck and take booze and drugs.

The Interview (2018)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An updated and extended version of a story from 2017…

Part 1

Will Jackson sat in the black Lincoln Town car pulling up to the posh brownstone on the Upper East Side and thought back to how he’d arrived at this moment.

“Sandra, I’m really tired of dead-end relationships,’ he’d said to his former girlfriend over drinks a few weeks earlier. “I know we couldn’t make it work, but every time I open up to a woman it seems she can’t get away fast enough. I make good money, I’m not quite 40 and I’m really fit. I want to be with someone who’s smart and creative and emotionally present and at least as kinky as I am. Isn’t there anyone out there for me?”

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Maid's Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Serendipity is defined as “the occurrence of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. So let me tell you about my serendipity event . Two years ago during the summer before my final year in college I worked for a middle aged couple, Helen and David Roth in their commercial real estate business. They owned a couple of strip malls and a fairly large apartment building. Mrs. Roth was the power in their business. She worked the deals while David did the grunt work. Physically she was taller, heavier and I think a few years older than him. But it worked for them. I was hired to organize and digitize all their files. David was usually friendly to me, she on the other hand barley knew I was alive. Fast forward to about 10 weeks ago. I was on line and I Googled “Mature Dominatrix”. OK. That’s what I am into. At least as a fantasy. I live in the middle of nowhere where the closest pro Domme is a couple of hundred miles away. And at that time I doubted I would ever have the nerve to visit such a lady. So imagine the fucking shockwave that went through me when I found an online photo stream featuring Mrs. Roth. At first I thought it was one of those Google things. Maybe someone referred to her as a “Dominatrix of Business” or maybe a less than complimentary comment by an someone she went up against. There were lots of those. The heading on the photo stream said there were well over a thousand pictures. The first fifty or so showed her in her home, dressed in many different outfits. There were a lot more smiles in those pictures than I ever saw in the office. Some with David, some with her puppies. I was about to give up when a series of images of her in various undergarments started to display. Not Vickie’s Secret stuff, more like old style foundation garments. Long leg girdles and sturdy bras. Stuff woman of a certain age would have worn in the fifties. I was fascinated to say the least. And not a little excited. I continued through the pictures. More foundation garments with various see through baby dolls and teddies showing up and then I got to the money shot. Mrs. Helen Roth in knee high, high-heeled black leather boots, black fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt and a un buttoned white blouse hanging open. She wore no bra, but you couldn’t quite se her nipples on her large tits. She had a lethal looking leather paddle in her hand and I had my dick in mine. The next three picture were her in the same outfit in various poses. But it was the next one that so surprised me that I actually stopped what my hand was doing. This was not a picture of her. It was someone dressed as a fetish French maid. I didn’t really understand it until I read the caption. The maid was David, her husband.

The Male Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Synopsis: Sub paul answers an online request for a slave boy addition to a Dominant Couple and agrees to the terms that the Sadistic Mistress Katie set up for him during the initial meet and subsequent weekend play scene with her Dominant husband Sir. He learns the hard way what it means to be a NO limit slave to his two new Dominants.

It was Monday night and I was attending to Sir in his home office. He had bound me in a service position to him, kneeling with my arms pulled back behind me so my wrist cuffs were secured to my ankle cuffs, and my head tilted back in front of him. Sir was face fucking me again through a long hard oral session, giving me lots of deep throat practice as he repeatedly held my head tight to his groin forcing his hard cock down my throat! His orgasm was slow in coming but I was soon rewarded for my efforts when he groaned and his cum erupted into my mouth! Sir cautioned me to swallow it all and to not spill a drop, even in the drool as he pulled out of my abused mouth. I quickly swallowed two or three times, all the while trying to tongue the dripping wetness from his withdrawing cock.

The Service Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true.

It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her.

The Sissy Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back, hope people enjoy it! I know it could be longer and more detailed, but i quite liked keeping it short.

malcom stood outside the bar for a moment composing himself, his nerves were threatening to consume him and ruin what had been months in the making. One of his hands unconsciously fell to his side, tracing the strap of the suspender belt he had been commanded to wear that evening. His instructions from Mistress were clear, go into the bar a 7pm sharpe, find a free table, order a lemonade and wait. With a sigh he walked into the bar and followed Her commands, his cock straining in the plastic chastity cage that had gripped it for the past month, denying him release from the sexual frustration he bore.

The Slippery Slope

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There aren’t enough male on male stories. I know they are not popular but submitting to a man interests me so I have used some real experiences and some imagined in this story. If you are offended by anal sex then I am sorry. I felt it added something to the events I am about the describe. All comments welcome.

Chapter 1 - Online Training

I have been interested in bondage games for a long time. It all started when after a long marriage my ex-wife and I were looking for ways to spice up our love life. It was then that I realised that I enjoyed being tied up and controlled. When the divorce happened I was free to start my voyage of discovery. My first attempts were tentative but I did not get any enjoyment from self-bondage. What I wanted was to let myself go totally and let someone control me.

The Switch 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Follow-up to ‘The Switch’

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. I actually struck lucky when a girl, Jenny, agreed to let me tie her up if she could tie me up and, after some early adventures (see “The Switch” for details), we ended up living together.

The Wrong House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret.

Chapter 1: The Break-In

The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist.

This One Is Not Like The Others

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: [kind of a cliche author’s note to add, but this is my first time publishing a story! I rarely write… so be easy on me…]

[also if a certain individual is reading this (you know who you are) then I hope you’re not too shocked…]

[updates are definitely planned]

[and none of this is canon in the overall scope of this universe]

Part 1

the soldiers that are holding your arms finally release you, into a small, dimly-lit room. The freedom was temporary though, as the stockier of the two soldiers catches your upper arm. you struggle in his grip, and he growls

Threesome

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First try - enjoy…

Angela grinned - an evil grin, to be precise.

She had made up some plans for today and in the end she thought that she would be completely satisfied - to all extents.

She entered the bedroom and looked at her husband lying on the bed - however, “lying” was not quite the correct word for the state he was in. His ankles and cuffs were equipped with solid leather cuffs, each one securely and tightly fastened around the ankles and wrists and secured with a padlock. From each cuff, a white rope led to one of the four poles of their solid metal bed. Secured with some really tight knots, the ropes held him in a very nice and uncomfortable spread eagle position.

To Love & Obey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: Assume the Position

I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time.

Toilet Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just some musings from a oversexed mind

Last night I finally lived a long time dream of mine. My wife Melody of three years came home from work around 7pm and told me to follow her upstairs. Once we arrived in the bedroom, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She was dressed in a long white light cotton dress with a floral print and a belt cinched at the waist. The dress fell long enough to conceal most of her knee high black shiny leather boots. As I looked down at her beautiful shaven pussy, I saw first that she had not worn any panties, and second that she had been fucked recently.

Tom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the result of my first attempt at writing something like this, and was mostly written on a tablet, so there might be the odd mistake here and there, for which I am sorry. It is not based on a true story, but on a true fantasy. I hope you enjoy it.

I had been waiting for this for a long time.

“Are you sure about this?”

Whore in Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself.

wife made slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: fiction

It was a Wednesday morning. My Wife went to work like always. I decided to do a little self bondage on my day off of work. I took my shower and shaved all the important parts. My wife called from work, so i knew I was safe. I applied the cheap wig I bought and attempted to do makeup. I did not succeed.

I wen t to my shop to get all the things I have hidden away for years. Once inside the shop I took the ropes, the gags and the cuffs I was going to use and sett them aside. I picked the clothes out and started to disrobe.

Zed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a while. Please, feel free to leave feedback.

Part 1: How We Got Here

Well, this is screwed up. I’m standing over the unconscious and naked body of the man I’ve always had unrequited feelings for And I have to make him disappear. How did it come to this….

Before we get to that, let me introduce myself and my…. let’s go with my paramour. My name is Timothy Martin, I’m 29 and I’m pretty bisexual. I’m 5'11, white with brown hair and dark brown eyes and I like to think I’m pretty good in the muscle department considering I work out regularly. Speaking of department, I work for the SPF, Singapore Police Force. I’m a Sergeant attached to the CID (basically the detectives) and I assist in their investigations by….filing paperwork and kicking down doors. Not the most glamorous job and definitely not why I became a cop but not as bad as it sounds. I also have an… alternative employer. The local friendly neighborhood mob pay very handsomely for information about potential arrests. Information I provide. In my defense I was raised by a mobster and they pushed me to be a cop specifically for this. Never had a choice, in my case. Enough about me, anyway, let me tell you about my… let’s be honest, my obsession.