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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.

Agent Suzzanne Midsummer -origin

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

Author's Note: I realised and needed to create a back story for Suzzanne Midsummer so this is a “prequel” to my Agent Midsummer stories

CHAPTER 1

Dave the Fixer carefully he poured the powder mix from the fold of crisp white paper into the neck of the champagne bottle, the powder fizzing as it made contact with the charged contents. He held the bottle up to the light to ensure it was completely dissolved; the pink liquid was filled with tiny sparkling bubbles which appeared from nowhere and raced upwards towards the surface. Pleased with his work he pushed the bottle down into the metal bucket full of ice, which crunched as he imbedded the bottle with a twisting motion. Wrapping a clean white napkin around the neck he placed the bucket in the limousine’s custom holder. Quickly he scanned the passenger compartment, the ice bucket, a single long stemmed glass, the opulent cream leather bench seats and thick pile cream carpet; he smiled and closed the door with a solid clunk. Settling into the driver seat, he adjusted the throw of the wheel and familiarised himself with the controls, especially those which controlled the door locks and glass partition, finally he twisted the key and started the engine, the radio quietly filled the drivers compartment, easy listening, not his choice of music but hey he wasn’t hear to listen to the radio he had a job to do. He checked the address once more before the long black Cadillac pulled onto the wet street and sped off into the darkening evening.

Angelina

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

This is how it felt to be Angela.

You were the center of his life, the sunshine in his universe. You were what he lived for. For you, his love and care had no end.

And for you, the feelings were the same. You felt so loyal, so loving to your spouse, the man you had shared your life with for the past six years. Your love was an endless spring that would never dry up.

Bound to Return

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

12th September

The surgery waiting room was deserted. The two men stood in the surgery itself, shaking hands and swapping envelopes. The deal was done.

John Rose walked out of the doctors’ surgery with a smug, contented expression. He was a very rich man, but money couldn’t buy him the things he had wanted, until now.

The doctor, Jamie, was a lifelong friend of John’s, and one of the country’s top surgeons, although only in his mid thirties. He was financially well off, but didn’t have the millions his friend John had in the bank.

Bro

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

Chapter 1

My name is Simon. I guess it all started when I was 13. That’s when I met a sixteen year old boy named Kevin. We hit it off good and soon became good friends, and then best friends. We even call each other “Bro” affectionatly. He was already a good looking guy when I met him, but as he grew he became muscular and handsome. Meanwhile, I ended up being fairly androgynous, with a slender body and a pretty face that belonged to a girl. The fact I like to wear my hair long doesn’t help.

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.

Cuckoldress

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

Please keep in mind I’m not writing in my mother tongue, so it’s quite possible weird syntax or grammar errors will be here.

Her name, or nickname, was Vicky, she was a french woman in her thirties. Very fun and friendly in our chat conversations.

Her fantasy was shared by her husband: to submit as a couple. My contacts with the man were minimal, finalized to state his limits in the game (it was devised by the woman) and his consent.

Hot Wife Amy

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

“My husband hasn’t been able to have sex since his surgery.”

I looked up at Amy over my plate of moo goo gai pan. Around a mouthful of rice and chicken, my response wasn’t too suave. “Huh?”

“Since the hernia operation, Mike hasn’t been able to thrust without a lot of pain.”

“That was, what?, six months ago,” I said. “You haven’t had sex…. since then?”

Amy looked at me with a wry look. “You know why we’re friends? Because nothing gets by you.”

Imprisoned

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

Author's Note: Please post a comment to tell me what you thought. I enjoyed writing this.

I’d saved up enough to go on holiday alone. I never got time alone so this holiday was a dream come true. It was a tropical island in South America. The flight there was great as I was able to travel first class. I’d spent 3 weeks shopping, sunbathing and sightseeing and all too soon it was coming to an end. One thing that intrigued me were the female chain gangs. They wore black and white striped dresses and iron cuffs on their ankles, wrists and necks. They were chained together by their collars. They also had ball gags in their mouths. They were sweeping a pavement and the guard was watching with a whip in his hand. I imagined what it would be like to be in that position. I packed my bags and got a taxi to the airport. The driver was pleasant and offered me some food to take on the plane. Not thinking how naïve I was being I said thank you and put the sweets in my bag. I checked in then later put my hand luggage bag on the x-ray machine. My heart stopped when it didn’t come out the other side. The woman at the scanner motioned over two security guards who without a word took my bag and me to a back room. I was put in a chair and handcuffed to it. I was sweating and hyperventilating absolutely terrified. One of the men took out the sweets the taxi driver gave me. ‘Stupid idiot!’ I thought to myself. It was just a white ppaper bag which I hadn’t even looked in.

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

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

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

No Backing Out

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

Author's Note: As stated with my other stories, very much welcome people to contact me who share similar interests and we can chat love hearing from you guys.

Jen stared at her phone screen, the only light in the room, with a big sigh she clicked delete conversation. She wished she could keep them as a memento but she couldn’t risk her husband finding out if he decided to go through her phone. She had been friends with Neil for many years, but the last few years had become more and more interesting. They where both married and couldn’t deny a loyalty and love for their partners but both felt a gap in their marriage.

No Funny Business

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

Author's Note: This is only the first part of what hopefully will be a fairly long story set in an indefinite far-future. The government as we know it has collapsed, and crime syndicates and influential families run the show.

This is my first effort, so let me know what you think!

Part 1

Patrick

I’d expected it to be darker.

Admittedly, I’ve never been abducted before, but when your captors refer to your prison as “the dungeon,” I think it’s fair to expect something a little more threatening than a basement. They didn’t even board up the broken windows, just installed bars. They clearly aren’t worried about us being seen. Outside the windows is flat earth dotted with weeds and the occasional car tire. I waste a few minutes wondering where we are, like I’ve been doing since I woke up.

Red Casket

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

When a modern day trial is completed, one of two things happen. If the defendant has been found innocent, then he or she is free to go, walking out of the courthouse in the clothes they came in. If the defendant is found guilty however…then their ordeal in the justice system is just beginning. They are taken from the courtroom into the basement and changed into their new outfits…orange one piece jumpsuits, along with their new jewelry, so to speak. That of course, being handcuffs and leg irons.

The Auction

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

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming, please be seated, and welcome to our bi-annual auction. I’m pleased to see some familiar faces and a couple of new ones. I’m sure, as always you will not be disappointed. Today we have three young fillies on the block and, as a special treat, a young stallion.”

There was a murmuring in the audience; this was exciting, this had never happened before. Some bidders smiled approvingly.

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 Encompassed Custodian

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

Author's Note: It’s the classic story; boy meets girl, boy gets imprisoned by a fantastical empire, both get framed, and the two of them are punished by being used as guardians in a tomb. Such is the life of the adventurer.

It hung in the air, its supporting base invisible in the soft light. It was a globe, as though filled with moonlight and hung before them in a net of frosted stars; its hundreds of facets each shone individually. The temple’s dust had not marred it, the sand and sun’s only effect the reflection of more and more light onto its sparkling frame.

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 Room

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

Author's Note: Fictional story for entertainment only. Feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1

Jill was just a snob. Turned her nose up at men all the time, sure she looked good, and maybe she looked better than most, but that did not give her the right to be so high on herself. From the first time I met her I knew I would want to mess with her. Sure I wanted to fuck her, but that would not happen naturally. So I thought, it would just have to happen a different way. One day, she will be begging me, to fuck her, I would muse.

The Sentences

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

The two of us stood side by side. Well, we were ten feet apart, both housed in tall steel cages, but at least we were close to each other.

The room was silent. In front of us was a panel of judges. We had been brought down into this complex two days ago, captured after my sister had made one too many phone calls from one building. After tracing the calls, agents had burst in on us. We were arrested and taken into custody.

Two For The Price Of One

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

Author's Note: A work of fiction inspired by my bisexual side. As with all other stories, I welcome any of you guys/girls to email me with comments or even just to strike up conversation regarding stories, ideas etc. And as with my other stories please note I am dyslexic and never finished school. So I welcome constructive criticism but regarding my spelling and grammer, I am afraid it is what it is.

Venus: A Bondage Epic

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

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master

“Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.”

With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body.

Visiting the McIntoshs

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

Author's Note: (Some wee spoilers ahead): Meet Alistair and Riona McIntosh, who have got nasty plans for each other. And three burglars, who have got no plan at all… This is not a full-fledged BDSM-story, so you can keep your trousers on. Yet you will find a good deal of bondage with a general tongue-in-cheek overtone. ~ v1.0, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013

He was with her. She knew it. Riona knew the cheating bastard was doing that blonde slut this very second. Like he did for the last couple of weeks.

Whose Really Fishing?

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

Part 1

About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group.

I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill.