Foresightful as I was, I had a small towel at hand as I removed Patrizia’s gag. It was a standard three inch ball gag. Defined by me as standard, that was, because I knew how Triz loathed huge gags. How they put unbearable strain to her jaw muscles. For ball gags – or ring gags not sitting too deep – three inches was the absolute limit she and her talented mouth could take. ...
Author's Note: Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV. Enjoy Erica and 9 other women are captured at sea by a highly advanced international sex slave organization. Erica recalls the events that led to her capture and details her transformation into the most coveted and expensive sex slave ever sold. The story is told in the first person, from Erica’s POV. ...
Author's Note: This is my first story and I hope you enjoy reading it. I would dearly love to improve my writing and so if you guys have any feedback or suggestions whatsoever I’d be delighted to hear them, positive or negative. Many thanks. - Josh Chapter 1 Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening as he spoke. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by how he looked at her as if she were the only girl in the world. He was talking to them all, his eyes taking in each one so his look was only a few moments. But it felt like hours. Olivia couldn’t remember why they were here or how they had started talking to him but it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time were all forgotten, so engrossed was she by his stories and his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and looking down, his bulging biceps and t-shirt worn stretched to its limit. Biting her lip slightly, she imagined what was underneath, thoughts of spending the night with him fluttering through her head. She was not alone either. All three girls were entranced by the mysterious man. ...
Author's Note: This story was partial inspired by One Hit Wonder’s story Catch and Release (if you’ve not read it look it up!) I was trying to think of more ways of incorporating sports and bondage. As always I’d love to hear your feedback… if you do like it I do have a sequel in mind involving the geek and the coach! It was 4am, it was cold and mist hung over the running track. The three of us were the university sprint team and (if our coach could be believed) each one of us had a shot at Olympic qualification if we kept training. Some mornings however were harder than others. My spikes oozed water from last night’s session in the rain. ...
Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers. Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer. ...
Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories. ...
Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around. ...
PROLOGUE A constant buzzing noise and soft, muffled moans fill the otherwise silent room. Alfred took a sip from the coffee as he went through Vanessa’s laptop. He was looking at her pictures taken at a coctail. A busty brunette with a nice figure, “chubby just a tiny bit but otherwise with the nice make up, the cute dress and the shiny heels, a striking 28 year old” Alfred thought as he took another sip from the coffee. ...
Part 1 My ‘sentence’ begins as soon as I enter the house. It has been a long, hard week and normally I would pour myself a long drink and relax, but tonight is different – I have sentenced myself to two days in prison and it all starts right here. I have spent weeks preparing for and anticipating this evening and I am determined everything will be perfect. As soon as I have locked the front door, I strip off my work suit – high heels, pencil skirt, chiffon blouse, sheer stockings, expensive underwear – and stand in the hall, naked. I pick up my favourite ball gag off the table and push it into my mouth, strapping it tightly in place. I love the ball gag, it is my favourite piece of bondage gear, it simultaneously puts me into a ‘stress position’ so I am always uncomfortable and always aware I am in bondage, plus it removes the capacity for free speech, making me feel more helpless. As soon as the clip locks in place I am committed – the key to the lock is safely hidden away, along with several others. ...
The bike rally in Sturgis is something I try to make it to every year. I close my motorcycle repair shop for a couple of weeks, pack up a trailer full of tools, parts, camping gear and my Sportster and head north. I can usually make enough money fixing bikes and selling parts to pay for the trip and I get out of the house and see some country. I never take the interstate; nothing to see there. I pick old highways, back roads and often side trip to anything that sounds interesting. I’ve got a camper on the back of my truck with a generator, water and food, so I can stop where I want. ...