Author's Note: Again, I present you a piece of my imagination on long term metal bondage. This is the first time ever i used first person narrative. So please excuse for any grammatical mistakes as you know English is not my first or second language. The story is purely based on the torment and long term confinement of the character, there is no sexual encounter in the story. Please leave a comment at the end. Happy reading…. ...
Author's Note: A young wife decides to live out her submissive fantasies under the control of another couple. Part 1 I pulled the car to a stop in front of the bar. Killing the engine I turned my head to look at Grace; she smiled and nervously fingered the collar fastened around her neck. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her. She nodded her head yes, I could see that she was excited and it made me feel sad. ...
Chapter 1 - Introduction Clack…….Clack, Clack. The sound of Suzanna’s heels on the marble floor echoed around the hall. Clack…..Clack again echoed around the hall as Suzanna moved her feet to try and maintain her balance. This was quite difficult as she was wearing 4" heels and her legs were held about 2’ apart by a spreader bar. Her arms were encased in a single glove and pulled up above her head forcing her to bend over at the waist while the ball gag in her mouth was preventing any communication. ...
I was a priestess of the Goddess of Love and resided in the House of Beauty, the richest and most powerful temple in town. My days were spent mostly in the same manner, in the morning my sisters and I exercised in our well padded heavy plate mail with our maces and shields, honing our bodies into toned perfection. The early afternoon was spent in luxurious baths applying creams and cosmetics and the early evenings were spent in prayer. The nights were spent entertaining handsome male guests who donated very well to our church. ...
Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good. _Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think. Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!* Part 1 She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up? ...
Chapter 1 Donna knew that she was in for trouble this weekend as soon as she saw Cleo arrive. Cleo was an evil bitch who always succeeded in planting the seeds of wicked ideas in the head of Donna’s Master, convincing him that they were actually HIS ideas. She could expect this time to be no different, for Cleo had connived to get herself invited for a long weekend and here she was on the doorstep and it was only Friday morning, not yet noon. ...
Author's Note: I’m a twenty-something from Europe, writing short stories and narrations (erotic and non-erotic) for several years. A longer narration of mine deals with certain Japanese elements. To get in the mood for a sequel, I wrote this short story. Box The box had arrived just in time. Nakamura’s two “gentlemen” went to work unloading it as soon as the garage’s roller shutter had closed behind the inconspicuous white delivery van. One of them I knew by name: Tanaka, a ridiculously muscular bloke in an ill-fitting jacket. He was beyond any doubt capable of dragging the box alone. Hence his scrawny new colleague was rather latching onto the wooden crate while it was pulled out of the van. ...
Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...
Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM. Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also frees lances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home. ...
Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome. At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too. Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other. ...