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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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. ...

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: 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. ...

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 ...

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 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. ...

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. ...