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Author's Note: First attempt at writing something for YEARS! Thanks a lot to JG Leathers and Grimly for being alive and giving the rest of us ideas and concepts to “steal” At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn’t. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that scene. Thinking yet again about what she thought was something wrong with her she dismissed it, as she always did, with maybe she never could relay what she really craved from her partners. She was not sure she even knew that herself. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla Chapter 1 Following all the excitement of Paula going on her first shopping trip, and her becoming a Mistress, with two Subbie slaves, Paul, Janine and Layla decided to take thing easy for a week or two. So they didn’t play any games and Paula stayed out of sight, in fact Janine and Layla took a short break holiday to Paris. When Paul heard the news he moaned about having to work while they went off enjoying themselves, but the fact he was smiling spoiled the effect slightly. ...

“Alright doll face let me get this straight; your not a hooker. You got lost in the red light district on your way to a costume party, which is why your dressed like a hooker. You stopped for directions and someone snatched your purse; so you propositioned an undercover detective for a ride.” “It sounds a lot worse when you say it officer. You might as well lets say, I’ve heard them all,” Laura Schwartz said. ...

Author's Note: Wrote this because of a conversation I had with someone who messaged me about a previous story, talking about it really got me back into writing, so if anyone else wants to have a chat about this story or anything else I’d love that so drop me an email Hope to write more parts to this at some point, Enjoy!! Part One Something had to change. The reports of rapes at the university were at an all time high. Too much alcohol, drugs or a combination of both created large amounts of vulnerable students, both men and women being raped, beaten and generally abused. So, the board came up with the P.S.P, the Public Slut Programme. The idea being volunteers would be available to sate the carnal desires of students. With the recent financial crisis, the incentive of having all student loans paid for by the university was seen as a worthy incentive. And it was enough to perk the interest of Rachel, she had been trying to save for her degree for three years but no matter how hard she worked or how frugal she as the money always seemed to find a way to slip away. She had always enjoyed sex more than her friends and often found herself out to the late hours of the morning wearing something slutty looking for someone to keep her entertained for a few hours. She realised that her classmates would probably not like her and call her a whore but she knew it would be worth it, it’s the only way she was going to get her degree. She thought about the idea of having sex with strangers and was surprised how eager she actually was. So, she decided it was a win win, she’d get her degree setting herself up for the rest of her life and she’d get to indulge her increasingly large sexual appetite. ...

Chapter 1 After the final phone call, Ann turned off her iPhone. She took a deep breath and fondled her hair. It was too hot in the condo, so the strands of hair were sticking together. For today, she had done everything. The girls would wait until they got their orders. Ann walked into the kitchen. A glass of white wine stood beside the stove. She took a sip, even though the wine had adapted to the condos temperature. ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty! _Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella* Chapter 1 My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days. ...

“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly. “Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward. Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness. ...

Author's Note: : This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission. Chapter 1 “Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!” Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, “Not you two again.” ...

Author's Note: English is not my first language.Not even my second one. So please excuse me for the grammartical mistakes. The story is about long confinement, metal bondage and kidnap.if you are looking for a sex story you can look elsewhere. To be continued …. Chapter 1 Simi woke up with a bad headache and blurred vision. Her head was heavy and the room was dark.she could not remember anything. She tried to sit up but found out she was restrained. She was horrified. Her hands were bound over her head with some kind of metal handcuffs. Her legs were spread and bound in the same way. She has no idea how she came here. ...

Author's Note: Sorry about the spacing in the last version :S, hopefully this one’s a little easier to read. Enjoy! “That’s 2 months now that I’ve been late with the cable bill”, Cheryl said to herself as she read over the notice from the cable company ‘politely’ informing her to pay her bills or her service would be terminated. Cheryl was like any university student, always had her nose in a book, late for the odd class, and flat broke, she often picked up odd babysitting jobs for money along with her job at the coffee shop it was barely enough to pay the bills but not much more. Most guys would describe Cheryl as gorgeous; she had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that could sweep any guy off his feet. But what good is being gorgeous if you cant even pay your bills or buy nice things, she realized she needed money and she needed it now, just as she thought this Cheryl’s phone rang, almost as if some higher power had read her mind. ...