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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! ...

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. ...

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. ...

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?” ...

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 ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...