Mummification on Utopia Stories Library

A Binding Contract

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

Author's Note: A cautionary tale - always read the small print before you sign

Lucy scrutinised the small ad in the local newspaper for a second time, not quite believing her own eyes. If what she’d just read was for real, then it was a dream come true. It just couldn’t be, could it? But there it was in black and white before her very eyes:

“Wanted. Aspiring actress, aged 18-25, for lead role in a local independent film production.

A Dangerous Con

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

Author's Note: Every plan has a risk of failure. Every plan has unintended consequences. But sometimes the risk and consequences are so great that the plan should have never been undertaken.

Who would have thought that China would be the vehicle that brought the world economy not just to its knees, but flat on its face? They called it the bursting of the real estate bubble. As it turned out over half of China’s economic boom was based upon real estate development. Development that continued long past the time it was clear that there was no one to occupy the properties being built. Huge modern high-tech ghost towns sprung up replacing farmland and then grew as if waiting for some alien visitors to appear and move in.But, there was no one to take the space and although millions lived in abject poverty they had neither the desire nor the ability to move into these newly created areas.

A Fetish Honeymoon

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

Author's Note: A small reading hint: the names may appear fantasy names, until you read them backwards.

Except of the city where it all takes place…..Just pronounce it;

This story is a saucier and more story-like rewrite of the original “Fetish and the Feast” of 2005

Chapter 1: Landing and arrival

As the hover-cruiser circled over the city, Ynroh-N-Toh looked out of the window.

The cabin crew had just given her a drink through the small ring-gag trainer which was strapped to her head. She had seen it in the mirror briefly, and she thought the purple colour of the straps looked good with the rest of her wedding outfit. She was glad the ring was small, about 1", for she had worn it quite some time. She could wriggle her lips a little bit around them to keep them from falling asleep, and to sort of smile at her wedding reception. Unfortunately, wriggling her lips increased the drooling, and the cabin crew was polite enough to wipe the worst away.

A Fetish Marriage

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

Author's Note: After the initial story of A Fetish Honeymoon, I felt I had to revisit Citore Lauxes lady Ynroh-N-Toh & her Llud husband Rewollof again, to see how they were doing after some years of marriage. After all, married life is quite different then a honeymoon, even if it is on the planet Yoj-Xes!

For the new readers: if the names seem confusing, simply read them backwards and it’ll tell you more about the characters.

A Maid's Reward

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

Author's Note: Originally published on my deviantArt, but I figured why not publish it here as well. Enjoy Ariana and Zelda’s antics, and the picture that goes along with it: https://www.deviantart.com/theboundbard/art/A-Maid-s-Reward-STORY-LINK-IN-DESCRIPTION-740963637

Ariana had seemed a little…or rather, very suspicious when she called Zelda about hanging out tonight. “My place is a little messy, but don’t worry, it’ll get taken care of!” Followed by some giggles. Despite that, Zelda had still come over at 6 o’clock, with movies, snacks, and their normal sleepover stuff. Which of course, meant rolls of duct tape, gags, and other such fun materials. She was about to knock on the door, only to have it open right as she was reaching. “Hey Zelda!” Ariana exclaimed with joy, happy to see her best friend. She gave Zelda a big hug, almost making her drop her bag.

A Sticky Situation

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

I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance.

A Typical Friday Evening

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

Author's Note: This is my first completed story. Please feel free to criticize. I would love the feedback!

My final class on Friday has just ended signifying the start of the weekend. It couldn’t be better timing either. I’m completely exhausted from the week of classes and lack of sleep caused by homework. I call you to let you know that I’m on my way home. You say you can’t wait but that you have to go because you are working on homework. It’s a complete lie. The second you hang up you go get three short pieces of rope. One you hide inside your pillowcase and the other two you hide underneath the bed. At this point I’m almost home and you know it. For the final touch you clean all your school supplies off the bed and remove your panties from underneath your black short shorts. You finish getting redressed just in time to hear me unlock the front door. When I walk in you are standing in the doorway to our bedroom wearing your black short shorts and a black tank top with a black lace bra underneath. At 5'8", 110 pounds, with reddish-brown hair and deliciously pale, white skin, you are the definition of sexy and you send my mind to all the wrong places. I take off my backpack and place it by the couch.

Alana's Boutique

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

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone non-consensual play in reality.

Part 1

Molly was stressed out. Working a full time job while simultaneously taking night classes tended to have that effect on people. With the little time off she had, she often spent it cooped up in her apartment watching TV or browsing the web. During one of her searches, she came across a nearby boutique that had just opened in her area that claimed to specialize in a new facial scrub and body wrap combo that was guaranteed to be unforgettable. To Molly, it sounded like the perfect type of thing to get all the stress out of her system. If only she had the time…

Alisha's Adventures

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

My name is Alisha. Mary was my best friend. We couldn’t have more different, but we were so close we even called each other sister. I have blue eyes, light yellow hair and a small, petite body that stopped growing in junior high, which bothered me some. She’s a redhead with dark green eyes and she ended up having a smoking hot body that belonged to a model, which she did sometimes. I was also shy, quiet, and a little naive while she was outgoing, adventuresome and somewhat brazen. After a long succession of boyfriends (and some one night stands), she settled down with handsome man named Darien and they were soon married. They lived next door and I’d come by their house and they to mine to help with chores or to have fun.

Amanda On The Delaware

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

FOREWORD

When Derek Skeeba realized his emotions were wasted, when he saw, with crystalline lucidity, that his love was a futile endeavor, he decided to funnel his energies into a more productive compulsion-He would put the sinews of his salacious appetites to work at the squeeze play, he would use the muscle of his heart to quash the heartbeat of others, he would raze the swelling inside himself as tall as a monolith and let its shadow fall over the sickening city around him like the shadow of an ancient hartebeest. Derek Skeeba would torture the troglodytes whose mediocrity had caused him to yearn for someone better than them.

Amber's Misfortune

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

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

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.

At the Academy

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

Chapter 1 – A Present for a Dunce

The holiday season at the Academy was its typical mix of enjoyment and depression. The festivities planned always seemed to polarize the cadets, either looking forward to the parties, dances, and rest from the typical working schedule (which was grueling to be sure); or remembering family, friends, and lovers who were now far away. The fact that the minimum distance to one of the latter was over 100 million miles didn’t help many of the cadets. Throw in the average of over 22 light-years, and the depressed side wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

Bed and Breakfast Bondage

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

Author's Note: This story is inspired by the numerous B-horror movies such as Demonic Toys and the Puppetmaster series from Full Moon Pictures. There’s a supernatural element in it, so this may not be for everybody.

Prologue

The exotic Mister E. Inn was a stylish yet surprisingly affordable Victorian styled bed and breakfast conveniently located to all major tourist attractions, regardless of the season, whether it was harvest tours and hikes in the autumn, Christmas shopping and skiing in the winter, and waterskiing and swimming in the spring and summer. Despite numerous tabloid stories of the Mister E. Inn being haunted by mischievous spirits of the erotic sort, there was never a shortage of applicants seeking its luxurious accommodations at such a low price. However, the eclectic management had an unusual system of their own for sifting through the requests and accepting only certain guest reservations, with the lovely ladies that graced through its cozy guestrooms having an experience they never forget…

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

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

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Bondage Ballet Blues

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

I apologise for not talking to you, but this gag is stuck firmly in my mouth and I cannot say anything audible, so you will have to have a course in mind reading! I would like to take the gag out and tell you, but my hands are well, sort of tied up at the moment!

It started out as an ordinary week end. Margaret wanted to do something different. I just fancied going down to the pub as usual. But like an idiot, I gave in to her. She told me she had seen an advert for a ballet! Me and ballet? There is more chance of finding out Santa Claus really exists then me liking ballet. Bloody namby pambies. They should get a real job instead of prancing around like a bunch of lunatics! I told Margaret what I thought that. She still wanted to go!

Bondage Club

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

Our house has a very large garden and is situated in the country miles from anywhere and is total private. It is a lovely Sunday morning in the height of summer. Guest will soon be arriving for our barbeque. I am just finishing off the preparations for the entertainment. I am 34 years old 5ft 10inchs with long blond hair small hips and a rather large 38 inch bust.

The seats are all in place and around the area are some sealed trunks which will be used latter. The guest start to arrive and the barbecue is well under way there are lots of couples and all of them are our friends but none know our secret but they soon will.

Bondage Lover's Fantasy

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

Author's Note: This is just a short personal fantasy that started life in a text exchange with a partner, and that I thought might be worth sharing, in case others enjoyed it too. It’s my first public writing on here, so go easy on me in the comments!

I’m mummified head to toe in a hogtie position, feet planted into my bum cheeks, wrists bound together in the small of my back. My whole body is bound in layer upon layer of bondage tape, gaffer tape and electrical tape. You have inserted an electric egg in my ass, tied the wand to the tip of my cock underneath me (with all my weight pressing down on it) and are pretty pleased with the helpless sex worm you’ve created here. I’ve got headphones in but you haven’t turned them on yet, your aroma filled panties taped into my mouth, and there’s a helpless look in my eyes.

Bondage Weekend

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

Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1.

Chapter 1 - The Massage

Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement.

Boy

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

Author's Note: First story… suggestions anyone?

This story is about an 18 year old American boy how looked like a 14-year-old. He’s 5'10"foot, blond, blue eyes and physically fit. Both of his parents died a week before all this happened. His mom was in a car accident and died on impact. His father was shot in a drive by.

A British family in London adopted Jake. He had no idea what was going to happen to him.

Capture

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

It was a cold, misty morning in March and Anna was on her way to work. She caught the Bus most winter mornings, but on this occasion she had decided to walk. Gazing lazily down at her small feet as she strode forwards, she pulled her handbag further up onto her shoulder. Suddenly she felt her body stiffen as she sensed someone behind her. She glanced fleetingly behind her, but saw nothing but an empty street. Still worried, she quickened her pace and tried to convince herself that it had been merely her imagination playing tricks. It was only one minute later however, that the feeling of being followed by a mysterious stalker returned to her. This time she looked more subtly behind her, only to see a hunched figure reseeding behind his thick green jacket walking about ten yards behind her on the other side of the road. Relieved and finally feeling safe (the man looked small and un - threatening) she exhaled strongly and continued her walk. It was only at this time, when she expected no attack, that it came. She saw nothing but a blur of silver, and then darkness.

Chemical Reaction

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

“Did you shave completely?” Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.

“Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.” came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.

It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…

Covenant of Steel

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

Author's Note: : For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, this is the third installment and second prequel to my first venture into erotic literature. If you have not, I highly suggest you read both Two Halves and Late Nights since both provide some important insights into the characters presented. This will be my first attempt at a multi-part story and, truth be told its proven rather difficult. Once again, I must suppose that an author is his/her own worst critic, but I hope you enjoy.

Danielle's Revenge

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

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

Dispatchment Week

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

Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments.

Chapter 1

The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority.

Drake Rubber Products

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

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.

Elfette

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

Her light pale blue eyes pleaded, while her bound body tingled with anticipation.

Drool trickled out from under the leather hood and flowed slowly down her neck onto her small shapely blue/green breasts. They glistened in the soft glimmer of the white Christmas lights decorating the wheel to which she was bound.

The reflection of the lights danced off of the tinsel that covered the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room she was in.

Equal Sentence

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

Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand:

“Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony”

Eternal Embrace

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

Author's Note: : This is my very first attempt at writing so please bear with this one as I am learning. Most of this short story is written from the first person perspective of one of the doggirls and all of the participants are real as this was originally written as a fantasy/maybe someday kind of story shared between the two main participants and our Owners but we all agreed to share it after it was finished. ~ puppygirl kirika ryoko

Eternity Boxes - Gemini

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

Author's Note: First piece of erotica - I am a guy in the UK who lovingly builds / plans these type of scene’s / LTR plans in real life I often think through them first in a story like manner so someone suggested I write it out too!

First piece of writing since school english lessons so constructive criticism is good and if you want to know more about my ideas, being a ‘victim’ or how I build them please PM me ^_^

Ever Increasing Bondage

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

Part 1

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

Exchange

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

Author's Note: A fantasy story by one who loves soft, thick fuzzyness.

Chapter 1 - Curiosity Travel

He jumped off the bus at the supermarket, and walked the last bit, out of the little sleepy unknown town, along the peaceful country road as he had been told. It was a bright and chilly morning in September and after walking a mile or two without having seen or met a living soul, he saw the farmhouse, or more a mansion-like building in a hardwood grove on the left side of the road, just as described.

Exposure Therapy

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

‘This is a nightmare’ Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family’s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits.

Finders Keepers

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

Clarissa had always wanted to travel, but as often happens when you live in a small town, your life passes by with the day to day things until you wonder where the time went. As she left the office and got into her car a smile spread across her lips. Glancing at the suitcase in the back seat she started to imagine what awaited her on her cross-country drive.

Unusually for one so work obsessed she had decided to take four weeks vacation in one hit, a whole month, she thought. Leaving thoughts of the office behind she put the car into drive, cranked up the radio and set off.

First Date

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

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She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra.

Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

Gabrielle Gift

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

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.

Gabrielle's Gift

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

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

Girls Gone Kinky

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

“Girls Gone Kinky” the radio announcer said.

“Tomorrow night at the Johnson warehouse, ‘Girls gone Kinky’ will be shooting their Halloween edition. Free admission to girls in costumes. Door open at 6:00 Happy hour all night long. Cash awards to the lucky girls chosen to be in the video.”

Sue turned off the car radio and thought about attending the out of season event. It was after all spring break weekend and she had not done anything wild all week or even semester. She felt it was time she cut loose. Halloween in March sounded like the perfect event and a shot at some money wouldn’t be all bad either.

Go Not Gently

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

Author's Note: You can see a version of the story with illustrations at DeviantArt.com. Just search for Trystl, and it should come up.

This is a story in the Hunting Season Universe, although (as promised) it’s not set on Renaldo’s Island, and the tone/mood is far different from Fanni’s story.

1 - Display Case

The display case.

I hate it.

I hate the long hours of forced standing. I hate the cute little outfit they force me into. I hate the people who come to gawk at me. Most of all, I hate those who think they have a right to put me in here, trapped behind a cage of glass, like some animal in a zoo. Only zoo animals are, at least, allowed to pace back and forth. I’m forced to stand in agony, unable to move.

God's Mysterious Ways

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

Zeek looked down at his erect penis and smiled; it was throbbing with expectation at its full length of a sixteenth of an inch. He was proud of his penis size even though it was merely an ornament for him. No one had ever been born whom he could marry and then take to bed, and Zeek was a religious zealot who believed that a person should not pleasure himself with the sinful activity of masturbation. If an activity was not motivated by yearnings to honor and glorify god, it was a sin. His mirth bubbled out of him with a shrill laugh that was beyond any human’s range of hearing. At over two thousand years of age he could still get a hard on. Not bad, he thought, for an inch tall messenger from god.

Halloween Holiday

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

Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as all Saint’s day. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain.

It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know.

Happy Halloween

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

Introduction

It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse.

Hard Honeymoon

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

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy.

“Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.”

Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber.

Haruki Takes Control

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

Author's Note: My first story. I have had the idea in my head for a while but made up the story on the spot as I wrote it.

This is, I think, not the default ’tie-someone-up-and-fuck-his/her-brains-out’ kinda thing. I think there is a lot more to it. I tried to put some actual build-up and feelings into it and also some rookie mistakes.

It’s for you to decide and comment on if it worked.

Heat

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

Author's Note: A friend once did something similar to me, it was so frustrating having the key, but not having it. It really works!

Part I

Although Kate had been writing to Jade off and on for years, they had never met. Now in her twenties and traveling around the world, Kate decided it was time to finally meet her long time pen pal.

Since getting off the plane in Hong Kong, the heat and humidity had been over powering. Kate took the subway and then by foot following Jade’s detailed instructions. She finally arrived at a block of flats that soared above her, with a mish mash of washing and air conditioners making the tower look older than it probably was.

Holding up the Building

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

Jenny was having the time of her life on her Egyptian vacation. She had spent much of her day enjoying the mummy wing of a local museum, and when she left for dinner, she noticed they seemed to be building an expansion onto the museum. She stopped and asked what

was going to be in the new wing. The worker, who didn’t seem to speak English, led her to a tent near the site. Inside an Egyptian man with glasses was examining some plans for the building.

Hotel California

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

This is a story about a song we all know and have most likely sung in a drunken stupor at some karaoke bar. Hotel California, you can check out but you can never leave, to be exact. Set just outside of Vegas, this small 3 story hotel was a beautiful site. Although it was not as grand as the Luxor or the palace, it had its own appeal of being a nice quiet place to relax to or so our poor Eddie thought.

In Deep

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

Part 1 - In Deep

She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash.

Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of.

In Sleep

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

I love watching you sleep.

Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me.

That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet.

In4Pain

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

Author's Note: Ruby and Opal tease and torment their slave Lance. (Not my best story, but please be kind in comments)

He opened his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t work out where he was; he seemed to be staring into white nothingness and his vision was blurry. He blinked but it was still blurry. He tried to move his head but something was restraining him. He tried to move his arms; they were restrained. He tried to move his legs; they were restrained. Slowly he was able to work out what had happened.

In4Pain 2: The Sequel

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

Author's Note: Not a direct follo-on from the first part - this takes place a few days later

“Yes, Opal, I understand. You’ve got a bound man who loves being domminated and you can’t just leave him because it’s too good an oppertunity to miss. Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to dominate our slave without you. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Ruby hung up the phone, turned to her slave and grinned. “She’ll believe anything. My God, I hope she takes ages to come back.”

Industrial Espionage

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

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute!

I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me.

Ink and Concrete

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

Author's Note: A cynical and egomaniac, Sophia Warren takes revenge on her mentor, by turning his innocent daughter into a graphic piece of art.

She couldn’t stand it. Even if someone else was getting one, she had to leave the room. The sight of the needle, the disturbing, buzzing sound, not to mention the occasional blood. And of course the pain. God, it MUST hurt. Her father always reassured her that it wasn’t “that big a deal”, but she could never comprehend how people willingly did this. Her father’s tattoo shop had blossomed throughout the years into a profitable enterprise, with more than a few sub-joints opening in nearby cities. Jennifer Saw loved her dad, despite never getting the appeal of his practice, and she was grateful for the comfortable life his tattooing business had offered her.

Iron (and Latex) Woman

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

Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

It's a Kind of Magic

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

Author's Note: During the early Harry Potter hype, I often wondered what wizards would do when they grow up, i.e. adult wizardry, kinky wizards and bondage and the like. Here’s a sketch I wrote in 2005.

1. The Letter

I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end.

Julie's Mummification

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

Part I

Julie, Diana and Wanda shared a house. Diana and Wanda had finished their graduate degrees. Julie was just about to finish her MA in literature. She was looking forward to having the summer off to rest and relax before starting her job at a large publishing company in the same town. Wanda and Diana were fitness nuts. They both worked as clothes designers having majored in home economics. Diana and Wanda were knock out beauties. They were hit on all the time by men wanting their attention. However their interests were not men, but each other and Julie. When it came to looks, Julie was no slouch she was beautiful. Just not quite in the class with Wanda and Diana. The three women also loved bondage, discipline and domination. Often they would play game of poker and the loser would be the bondage slave and victim of the other two for the evening and night. Julie had a fascination with being wrapped in bondage as a complete mummy. Wanda and Diana were not interested. The bondage paddling an a little nipple torture was good enough for them, either giving or receiving. Occasionally Suzanne would join them for their games. Suzanne had a master’s degree in Nursing and was lab supervisor at the hospital. When she joined the games the two losers became the slaves of the other two.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

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

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Just One Name

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

Author's Note: First real foray into kink writing for years. Any feedback greatly appreciated!

It was late in the day by the time I had arrived at Eve’s home. Bathed in orange glow of sunset, the white walls of her term-time residence didn’t look too enticing. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely.

The voicemail I received was brief. I couldn’t really hear most of it in the rumble of coffee shop atmosphere, but Eve sounded breathy. “Come to my place. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Kate Gets Plastic Wrapped and Used

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

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked.

“Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach.

Katie's Capture

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

Katie woke up from a very long sleep, and immediately knew that something was wrong. She was in a large room, with a single door. The floors and walls were all covered in a white padding; she could feel it underneath her, as her ass and back sank into it. It looked like one of the old padded cells she had heard of that they put extreme mental patients in when there was a fear they would hurt themselves. There was something skin tight all over her amazing body, clinging to every crevice like a second skin. She looked down, and could see that every inch of her was sealed into some sort of skintight rubber suit; mostly clear with only a tinge of bronze to indicate it was there. Her huge breasts strained mightily against the rubber that coated them like it was painted on. She could see that under the rubber skin, there were thin bands around the base of each of her tits, squeezing just tight enough to force her breasts to balloon outward even more into their rubber prison. She brought her hands up to see if there was any way to rip into the rubber encasement, and was horrified to see that each hand had been forced into a tight, immobile fist, and into the ends of the sleeves of the rubber suit. The rubber from the wrists down was several times thicker and stiffer than over the rest of her body, not allowing any movement in her clenched fingers.

Kidnap Fantasy

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

I’d been talking to Cliff for over six weeks on the internet, we’d met in a chatroom devoted to bondage lovers and after many discussions I began to let slip some of my fantasies. Then one night while logged on with Cliff I let him know that one of my fantasies was to be kidnapped by a truck driver and kept in bondage for a trip across country. As fate would have it, it turned out that Cliff was an interstate truck driver and would be on the road next week. He told me that this trip would be a six day round trip, my heart leapt into my mouth as he asked if I would like to fulfil my fantasy and join him on the trip. We chatted some more and worked through some details of what he’d like to do with me, our chat finally ended as I had work the next morning and it was now getting late, I signed off but said that I would think about his offer and let him know.

Kim's Misadventure

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

Kim travelled down the highway, her mind not on the traffic but on her coming plans for the weekend, she was on her way to her secluded cabin, set in the midst of a wood. Her nearest neighbour was 20 miles away over some rough country or by road at least 35 miles. She’d brought the property with money she’d been left after her parents had died in an air crash, they had left her quite a sum of money, enough to pay off her debts, buy this property & resign from her boring office job. She was now a freelance photographer, something she had wanted to do since leaving college.

Lakeside Terror

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

Author's Note: : This story is inspired by the 1979 horror film, “Tourist Trap”.

At a modest truck and travel stop along the massive interstate, the lunch crowd had arrived in full force of travelers and truck drivers alive. The booths were packed with all sorts of people, with even the front serving bar filled up.

Alicia parked her car and entered the packed restaurant, seeing the crowd and immediately wondered how long the wait would be before she ordered; 10 minutes? 30 minutes, maybe? Was she better off heading back to her car and driving a little further for lunch?

Livin' the Mummy Dream Extreme

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

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining!

Part 1

She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.

Louisa's Summer Holiday

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

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well.

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.

Marie's Committment

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

Author's Note: Including an edited chapter one. This story is fiction. Attempting to recreate play based on the story could cause personal injury and should not be attempted. This read may not be for everyone, but I do hope if it’s your cup of tea that you enjoy reading it. This story is dedicated to K.M.M. and J.A.B. for giving me the inspiration to look past the darkness and rediscover my inner light.

Mattie Learns a Lesson

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

Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it!

“Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said.

“I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered.

Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.”

Mix It Up

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

To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (“I may be tiny, but I’ll kill you from the 3 point line” she was often heard to say at the Y where she played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn’t much that made her stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most boys would hit on anything with breasts… even her with her smaller than average “rack”. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city.

Motivated Seller

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

Author's Note: This is fan fiction based off the short-lived “Brady Brides” television show and is meant to stay at a PG rating or less, so this may not be for everyone. However, I often think that if every episode had these elements in it, it would have lasted a lot longer than just six. This story also takes place in 1981.

For Marcia Brady Logan, sharing a new home with her younger sister Jan and her new husband Phillip Covington III was not easy, nor was getting used to her new husband, toy designer Wally, and all of his antics. So, having an unexpected day off on Wednesday while everyone else was at work was a guilty pleasure she relished. After kissing her husband Wally goodbye for the day and saying goodbye to Jan, Marcia quickly finished cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and started on some neglected chores.

Moving Day

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

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.

“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.”

Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been.

My Long Weekend

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

The week started out as normal, going to work, shopping etc. But I had been planning for this coming weekend for months. I had booked myself for some severe bondage at the hands of a stranger, he’d advertised on the web and had been recommended to me by a friend who’d ‘used his services’! I was very eager to get started but I also had great apprehension about what lay ahead of me. What was this guy like? Would he be gentle or harsh with me? Could I trust him?

My Mistreses Final Punishment

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

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My name is Misty and I’m a 27 year old bi-sexual female slave. I’m Owned by Mistress Gwen Gwen who is strict and ensures that I keep my body perfectly fit and healthy to the extreme. I had recently disobeyed in a very severe way, Mistress Gwen has forbid all of her female slaves from having sex with any of the male slaves and she caught me doing just that one afternoon. She kept me chained in the basement cells for weeks and I knew she was mad, but did not realize just how mad she was. She came in one morning and finally released me, promising that she was about to give me a very unusual session. I thought maybe her anger had passed in the weeks I had been locked down here, but I was mistaken.

My Plaster Box

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

The Frame

I have been looking for a better way to make myself totally immobile, without the help of someone else. I haven’t had many gains in the past few months, but I have established a fairly cheap and reliable way to use plaster, and get it to stick to my body. The thing about plaster is that it is not a ready to use product like clay, or Sculpy, it must be mixed. After mixing, it presents another problem, getting it onto the body. Having no helpers, I have no way to apply layers onto myself, so I must make the entire cast in one pass. This is not ideal, but it is the only thing that I can do at the moment. I have had many lofty dreams about making a frame in the past, a frame to enclose a small space big enough to fit my body into, and hold the plaster. I often imagine that if I had a nice wooden frame such as this, I could line it with plastic, and reuse it many times. The plaster could be dumped into the middle, filling the frame. Then I could dump the water into the frame, mixing it by simply rolling around in it. The great thing about this plan would be that as I mixed the plaster, it would be getting all over the wrappings, the mesh tape and sticking to me as well. Then once the plaster is well mixed, I could just lay down into the pool of wet plaster and wait for it to set. I have estimated that at least four 80lb bags of plaster would be necessary to achieve the depth of plaster that I desire.

No Hard Feelings

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

Kathryn was an impressive looking woman by any measure. The brown haired girl had recently turned 30 and was still very fit and proud of the body she worked hard to maintain. Standing 5’11 she had been a champion swimmer at high school but had given competitive swimming away when she was 16. To stay in shape she went to the gym and worked out several times a week and still played A Grade touch footy. Her interest in football a legacy of growing up with two older brothers and playing footy in the backyard with them, where she had learned to rough house and hold her own.

No Mercy!

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

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word - Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up!

I was disgusted with her. I would spend a lot of my time planning a bondage scene very carefully and then get in character for it in black leather skirt, matching tightly belted jacket and my Mistress boots with heels THAT high and then before I was half way finished I got the signal to stop. Now what is the use of having code red signals if you don’t immediately react to them? I always had.

Not So Special Delivery

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

Author's Note: This story is fan-fiction inspired by characters from a TV show that will not be named (although once you read their names, you’ll probably know) and the ZFX/Shockwave BDSM-themed videos. It employs supernatural elements and magic, so this will not appeal to all readers.

Sabrina was visiting her aunts Hilda and Zelda for the weekend from college, happy to be back in more familiar settings. An attractive young college freshman, Sabrina was about 5 foot 2 inches tall, with long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Her aunts weren’t in at the time, so she let herself into the house where a medium sized wooden crate sat in the entranceway. Sabrina was a bit surprised, but saw that there was a delivery note attached that read the following:

Part-Time

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

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break.

Plastic Fun

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

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Power Outage Payback

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

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, actually my first ever creative writing project. Any feedback would be appreciated.

It was a dark and stormy afternoon. I was home sitting on my computer lazily browsing the web looking at some bondage videos before my roommate/girlfriend Ashley got home from work for the weekend. Ashley was amazing, 5'8", Blonde, and a toned athletic body. She was also all business, driven both personally as evidenced by her 6-day-a-week workout schedule, and professionally. When we met in college she was always an A+ student, and now she was working in some tech firm in charge of some project she was not allowed to talk about due to an NDA.

Ramsay's New Chick

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

Author's Note: This is my first ever porn/bondage story/whatever, so please be kind (and I know it’s weird. Really. This is actually a toned down version of the weirdest and most vivid dream I’ve ever had). Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it (do you do that on this site? I don’t know). Anyway… enjoy!

Part 1

I wasn’t too sure about staying with my uncle, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Mum and Dad hadn’t made a will, so I automatically went to the closest family member - it didn’t matter much to social services we’d met only twice, they just wanted me off their hands.

Reality Television Star

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

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

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.

Rejuvenation

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

Lillian slowly strolls through the woods, looking around, wondering where she could be and how she got here. The trees are in full bloom, birds are chirping merrily, nearby a couple of deer are grazing peacefully. “It looks so beautiful here, unlike myself” she said to herself. While it is true that she no longer possessed the beauty of a young supermodel, she still could catch an eye or two even though she had reached her 40’s. Sure, her 5'1” frame had a couple extra pounds, a few extra wrinkles, a sag here and there, but her gentle brown eyes and calming smile more than made up for her small misgivings. She walks toward a clearing where a gentle stream is flowing through. When she reached the stream to sit down, she noticed a familiar figure resting in the shade of a large oak tree.

Remember - He Knows!

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

Miranda sat at her computer, scanning the data on machine performance and looking for the tell-tale signs of impending issues. After a long day of programming, database maintenance, and control system recalibration, she always performed this check to help identify the machines that might break down in the next day or two. If she found anything, she’d schedule preventative maintenance to avoid the issue.

“Preventative maintenance,” she thought to herself. “I could use some of that.”

Sam's Vacation

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

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :)

Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more.

Secretly I Slave

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

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Self Mummification Takes Turn

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

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real!

It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove.

She Kept Him Tied Up

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

Author's Note: A woman and her boyfriend playfully jockey for dominance.

Lacey

She woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. The sunlight beamed through the window to her right as its rays warmed her skin. She had left the window open to enjoy the warm night air and the smell of it as it wafted into her room. Now, during the day, the lukewarm breeze brought with it the light smell of the summer morning. She thought about what she might want to have for breakfast, and was excited about the dance rehearsal she had scheduled for today.

Slave in Denial

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

Author's Note: A rather extreme and unrealisic fantasy, inspired by several of Thdrshark’s stories.

Eight thousand dollars and a bit of time got me a dodgy surgeon. Her operation went smoothly and I insisted that the good doctor stay behind for a few days just in case of infections. Thankfully there were none, and I woke my pet from her coma on her birthday.

Pet was strapped down to a table, a dozen leather belts secured her arms to her sides and bonded her legs together. As I unwrapped the gauze covering her fist, Pet begun to cry. She stared at her hands, but only saw short stumps protruding from her palms. I had the first two sections of her fingers and her thumb tips surgically removed, only five little nubs remain. She’s also been sterilised, although that part now seemed unnecessary. She will be denied of orgasms for the next few years, and perhaps even her whole life.

Sleep Night, Sleep Tight

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

Author's Note: This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won’t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.

Smoking Issues

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

Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

_Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.*

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

Snow Day

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

It was a snowy December night, it had been snowing for the past few days and there was about 3 feet of snow on the ground and it was expected to keep snowing for another 3 days. No one was leaving his or her houses because it was so hard to get around. Basically my town was completely shut down. So I made myself some popcorn and popped in my favourite movie. I was going to spend a third day trapped in my house so to speak. While the movie was going on I realized that the snow continued to come down, I’m talking huge flakes the size of golf balls.

Stacey

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

Author's Note: This is my first story, so please forgive any problems with it. I’m aware some things may be unrealistic, but I’m just hoping people enjoy what I’ve written.

Part 1 - Saturday

There was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn’t know, as though there was a chance it wasn’t her and I was hoping it was.

Stationary Beauty

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

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Terri climbed the massive stone steps that rose toward the entrance of the Institute of Modern Art. Winter had come early this year and had brought with it the first snow of the season. The bitter wind seemed to ignore the multiple layers of clothing she had wrapped tightly around her body. Pushing her way through the revolving door, she was greeted by a pleasant blast of warm air.

Sub Space

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

Author's Note: My first story your feed back is encouraged!! If positive feed back, I will continue the story.

Update (06/17/11): Second installment in the story, I will continue with positive feedback

Part 1

The sub woke up one morning tied to an exam table. The sub wondered how it had come to be in this predicament, but knew it ultimately was not his to question. After all, it had been in the service of the madam for some time and the sub did not possess any free will to question her judgment as to what the sub was due.

Summer Training

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

Author's Note: This is the sequel to ‘Summer Project’ It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Suzie's Padded Cell Treatment

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

I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on.

Suzy's Predicament

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

Author's Note: This is my first story. If you like it, I will write more.

Suzy was worried, not overly, but was concerned about what she saw as a misunderstanding. She would be able to sort it out; after all the police were only human.

It started a couple of hours ago when Suzy left her office for the drive across town to her boyfriend’s apartment. She had taken this trip many times before and knew the short cuts to miss the traffic. This meant going through some children friendly residential areas but at this time of night, there were no children around so her journey was straightforward. The local council had passed laws stating that children had the right to enjoy the residential areas above all others. To Suzy this meant that she had to drive carefully to ensure that she didn’t run into any of the groups of kids that might be out.

Switching

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

Author's Note: I wrote this some time ago and never published it here. Since one of my other stories (Bitchin’) raised questions about the character Pete’s background - here are the answers. I hope it’s readable and I hope it’s fun.

“This is a joke.” Peter Folkerts was shocked, his face white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. “Miriam, you can’t seriously be asking me to do something like that!”

Synapse

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

Being a rubber and latex fanatic for many years, Jenny had visited many fetish shops and online stores in search of the perfect toys and apparel. She was a small town girl who lived alone in a meagre apartment in the big city. By no means was this twenty one year old girl unattractive. She had short light brown hair, thin lips, and deep blue eyes that a man could get lost in. Her breasts were a tad on the smaller side of average but wonderfully firm and round, but her crown glory was an ass that could stop traffic. She was proud of these traits but never really had any instinct to use them to get what she wanted. Putting forward the strong face of a hot successful business woman in an intimidating city all day long was taxing and she always longed to return to her apartment to escape. Men would constantly proposition her and she was nearly raped once, so she had no drive to associate with any man. She had transformed one of her rooms into a place for her fantasies to run wild. A playroom filled with latex, rubber, steel, leather and rope goodies, a place that she considered her personal utopia. One of her favourite games was to see how much latex she could squeeze into and then sneak out to see a movie with a thick coat over it all. But for now, she lived only in her own little world, leaving only to go to work. She was the daughter of a wealthy business man who paid for all her bills. She had insisted herself that she get a job and live on her own. Her parents approved of this but they still insisted on paying her rent and bills. She didn’t object to that.

TAH-DAHH!

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

Author's Note: Hopefully this story doesn’t cross the line regarding age too egregiously. It is also hoped that these words conjure up images of the wonderful art by Coco.

Brenda McClain had nothing but time on her hands. Time that she could be using to plan out her day, or tonight’s dinner menu, anything. However, Brenda was using the time to wallow in the humiliation, no, mortification of what had taken place and the unknown of what was to come. It wasn’t like she had many options.

Taking Jenny

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

PROLOG: Tell me a story

Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with.

Tammy's Bondage Application

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

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen.

James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her.

Tantalised

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

Author's Note: Fiona’s first week in a new job ends with her getting a rather bizarre insight into the brand of hosiery created and marketed by her employer.

Part 1

Fiona gazed out of the window at the October sunset and smiled. The slim, attractive, twenty year old was more than pleased with her first week working here, but now she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of relaxation. She checked her watch. Nearly four thirty; only half an hour to go now. As this fact registered in her brain, however, the door opened slightly and the head of her boss, Monica, suddenly appeared in the ensuing gap.

Tease Tied

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

Author's Note: First attempt at writing. Inspired by true events and wishful thinking.

Any ideas on how to teach this smart-ass a lesson are welcome.

Chapter 1 - Challenge Accepted

“Awk even I could get out of that” Steph said with disdain as they watched the damsel on tv struggle in vain against her bonds. “Why are these girls in the movies so pathetic?”. “There’s no way you could” argued Chris. “Her hands are taped behind her back and she’s locked in a box!” Steph shook her head, “I’m telling you that would be easy, I’d be out of that and calling the cops in no time”.

That's a Wrap

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

The next day, Richard was hardly present at work. Fortunately, there were no important meetings or report deadlines, or he would have been in trouble. Instead, he just sat in his office, re-starting to read memo’s multiple times, and the only thing his eyes would see were scenes from the night before.

The sight of Marjorie when he was done, it already was a classic painting to him, and for Richard the picture would be in his mental museum forever.

The Birthday Present

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

Part 1

This is absolutely delicious!" Emily chirped, as she took another bite of pasta. She had been very confused at first when her coworker, Anne, invited her to an impromptu dinner party at her house. Emily had only been interning at the firm for a few weeks, and hadn’t made many friends. She was usually the type to keep to herself, especially being so much younger than most of her colleagues. She was a junior in college, but most of the colleagues were very accomplished adults, which made her feel much younger and inexperienced.

The Book of Bondage

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

Author's Note: The original version of this story was the first mainstream story that I ever wrote. Recently, I got the idea to rewrite it with a bondage theme, and in some ways I think it actually works better (at the metaphorical level) this way.

That said, the story is definitely a bit heavier on the story than it is on the bondage; but that’s not all that uncommon for my work, I think.

The Box

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

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn’t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.

The Boxes

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

The Boxes By J storycodes: Sbf; M/f; latex; bodybag; boxed; cons; XX

As you come walking into the house you see a note and 4 boxes

The note says:

Dearest slave,

You see before you the boxes of your plight tonight and what you will be wearing is in those 4 boxes. But first you must shave your body clean, and give yourself a series of enemas to make sure you are good and cleaned out, you will be in the contents of the boxes for the weekend. Now go and do as I say. There will be other notes in the boxes detailing what to do next.

The Care and Maintenance of Mummies

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

PETFUN Mummy Quick sheet (developed with and approved by a qualified veterinarian)

Name: Mummy (human) Average size: Varies Life Span: When properly cared for, up to 50 years, depending on age of mummy when purchased.

Signs of a healthy Mummy:

* Does not flinch or struggle to get away when you touch or stroke him. * Tries to get close to you when you get close to it. * Does not cry, moan, scream, or weep. * Shows interest, either in eye movement (if unwrapped) or in trying to listen to what’s going on around it.

The Cocoon

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

Author's Note: It’s my first time writing a story involving bondage of any kind, please tell me if anything is wrong. Also openned to suggestions for the following part

It was the beginning of summer, and Ilia was watching through her window, anxiously waiting for her package to arrive. It had all started about 6 months ago, You see, Ilia had a Bondage fetish, she loved everything about being wrapped up in leather, latex or even just bound by ropes, sadly she had yet to find someone that shared her enthusiasm for it, so she lived alone on the house her parents left to her before they passed away. It was a nice house in the suburbs, the neighbors were really quiet and never actually made contact with her, she thought maybe they had something against her, since she worked as a ’entertainer’ at a club downtown, since she looked amazing,(having blonde hair and DD cups, accompanied by a very well endowed ass) and the people in the suburbs don’t really find those acts very…elegant.

The Devil's Workshop

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

Part I

*She struggled because there was nothing else to do but it wasn’t to get free, she already knew that was impossible, it was to prevent her muscles from atrophying and her mind from screaming even if, physically, she was currently incapable of doing anything of the kind.

Mentally she was alert enough. She could still remember the jab of the needle in her upper left thigh and the hands that had held her tightly as it was emptied into her but right now everything else, apart from the fact that she was held rigidly to a chair, bound tightly and blindfolded and gagged, was just a blank….*

The Dip

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

Rhonda Moore checked her make up in the rear view mirror and was excited at her first day of her new promotion. Center Chemical’s new chief of R&D Rhoda Jacobson. She was happy to be in this position and had done everything to earn it. That everything meant everything! She was stuck on a problem and she had spied someone else working on a similar problem but from the different end. She stole the note off of that persons desk and made the very incredible breakthrough.

The Dominant

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

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

The Donor

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

“Some fantasies are just that…”

When he had asked for a shot to take away the pain, he had expected it to make him drowsy, maybe even send him to sleep for a while. He hadn’t expected it to give him a cock so hard that it felt like he could drill clean through to Australia with it.

The pain had gradually subsided but his erection hadn’t. He was mildly drowsy. He lay back in his bed, propped up on pillows, watching the world go by, or rather, watching the visitors come in and go out. It was August, it was hot, even inside the hospital, and it was visiting time.

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 End

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

I would have screamed if it had not been for the metal head enclosure I was sealed into, cold and unyielding and holding my mouth firmly shut. Not that I could have opened it anyways, I had been injected so full of muscle relaxant that I was essentially paralysed, nothing moved, nothing… From a couple of plastic windows I had been left for the eyes I could see in front of me, my gaze affixed upon the table, holding my fate and my life from my unmoving eyes, eyes that would never again see my pretty reflection, my Monroe smile or my petite size ten figure. All that was left of me was my mind and with no port for expression I was lost into a world of my loneliness. The table still had tools and metal parts awaiting their fate upon my skin, and I would have shivered had I been able to at the touch of the icy cold I felt as they were attached one by one, locking and sealing me away from the world. As I saw the last sealing screw picked up off of the table I knew this was forever, no escape, no future, no life.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Task Force

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

Author's Note: Another story in the on-going “Foundation Chronicles” stories.

A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat.

Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize.

The Halloween Mummy

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

“Will you marry me?”

“Perhaps. But you haven’t met my mother yet, and I want to see what she says before I decide,” replied Destiny.

“You need your mother’s approval?” asked Daniel in surprise.

“No I don’t need it, but I want it,”.

“When can we see her?”

“All in good time.” She kissed him then continued, “We aren’t in any hurry are we?”

“No, I suppose not, but I love you and want to marry you.”

The Helpless Mummy

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

First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party.

The Hotel

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

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The Long Way Down

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

Author’s Note: Dedicated to those who like secure straitjackets and powerful women. Derivative works and sequels are welcomed, but please acknowledge this work.

Chapter One

As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong.

Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind.

And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem.

The Machine

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

Part 1

It had arrived by truck that morning. The delivery men had struggled to lift the crate off the truck and get it onto the moving trolley. After considerable effort they managed to move it into the space provided in the garage. After the movers had left, she looked at it and opened the attached envelope. It read:

“Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X”

The Mask

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

Author's Note: Synopsis:

Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware.

P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me.

“For they have seen the King appearing in power

As a god who lives on his fathers

And feeds on his mothers

The New King

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

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. These actions should never be performed without consent. Some aspects of this story are not safe to preform.

Nothing stays the same. That is the one thing I am sure of. You see, I grew up in a normal, happy family. We lived out in the country in mid-America. It used to be called Missouri, but that’s a name long since obsolete. I had a happy childhood, full of laughter and joy. I grew up, but my life was still full. I had my challenges, as anyone does, but overall life was wonderful. Then I turned twenty..

The Outlaw of Gord

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

Author's Note: This is fan fiction inspired by the Sabrina TV series and the ZFX/Shockwave Videos. It employs supernatural elements, so this may not be for everyone.

Zelda and Hilda Spellman arrived at the house of their client, Charles Osgood, the famed explorer of all things rare and magical. Finally retiring after several decades of adventure, Charles Osgood decided that he needed to scale back his massive collection. Some he donated to museums, and still others he donated for charity auctions. However, there was still so much more left that he hired Zelda and Hilda Spellman to go through and inventory his massive collection and arrange shipment to various follow-on locations at a tidy sum for their services.

The Packing Game

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

I had been working at 4th Plastics for about 2 weeks before I had my life changed forever by Alan. I had just recently moved to town and 4th Plastics was looking for a computer programmer to update their system. I took the job and started working a couple of days later. A few days after I started, when I was on break, a nice looking guy came into the break room. He was about 6-foot tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Since I was the only one in the room he sat down across the table from me.

The Pink Girl

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

Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else.

These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night.

The Poker Game

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

Author's Note: This was written for someone on fetlife hence the perspective but ended up being significantly longer than I thought it would be so posting it on here as well. Already have plans on how I will continue this with at least another 3-4 parts so hope all enjoy.

Part 1

Just after midday your phone buzzes, the unexpected message tells you that something will be delivered shortly, that you are to wear it and be ready for 5pm. The next hour seems to pass slower than a full day as your brain runs in circles trying to deduce what the package could contain. You try and distract yourself with tv and your phone but it’s hopeless. Your mind has made you a prisoner to the unknown cardboard boxes. Finally there is a knock at the door and you rush to collect the collection of boxes. Opening the largest first, you see inside the folds of black material, with just the subtlest hint of shine to it. You pull out what you now realise is a dress. Holding it in front of yourself and examining it in the mirror you see that it’ll leave your shoulders bare and give a fair view of your cleavage, it’s short but not slutty short, ending half way down your thigh. The beautiful tight material will make you look sexy but classy, the other 2 boxes contain high black heels and a set of delicate but intricate panties, black and sliver straps wound together to circle between your legs and around you. The final small box you open slowly savouring the last moment of wild guessing as to its content. The lid lifts to reveal 2 red silicone balls the size of ping pong balls, a seconds confusion is removed as you recognise the marketing leaflet inside the box as one from a high end sex shop. Your confusion is quickly replaced with a hot blush as you know they will be inside you for the evening.

The Real thing

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

I’d lusted after her for some time. Having followed her through the small amount of modeling she had done, I had grown to be an avid fan. Not only because she was innocent and beautiful, but also because it was clear how much she loved bondage and submission. Living the life of a fetish model, I was always surprised that she complained as much to me about not being able to truly submit. Her last boyfriend was handsome for sure, but not into the “scene” as they say, and constantly disapproving of her work in bondage. As I grew to be her friend more and more, I tried to tell her she could find better, someone who would let her live her own life, but I think she never believed it. It was all I could do not to blurt out, “it’s me! I’ll make your dreams come true!” But I was involved myself, in a somewhat soft relationship that had stopped fulfilling my need to truly dominate. I was ready for a change, and I hoped Sarah was, too.

The Replacement

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

Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)!

Chapter 1

Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound.

The Runner's Dream

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

Author's Note: Just a sampler, to a possible series. Your thoughts are very welcome.

Jackie raced through the entry hall, tossed her running shoes in the corner, stretched (too fast to be of any value), jumped into and out of the shower as quickly as possible, pulled on her dressing gown, put on the CD of Wasis Diop singing “Everything … is never quite enough” and threw herself on the settee, in the warmth of the sun.

The School Project

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

Author's Note: I let my fantasy’s and desires guide me as this story played out almost by itself.

When you look at the story codes you’d think that I was really into some sort of really perverted medical play.

That really couldn’t be farther from the truth.

This story really isn’t about perverted, or any other kind of medical play; it’s about what happened to me beginning with that fateful Thursday afternoon.

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.

The Sex Mummy

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

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up.

“Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked.

“Try it and see,” replied Candy.

The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis.

The Sisterhood

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

Part 1

Jim Duggan pulled his collar up against the cold rain sluicing down from a grey leaden sky. A biting wind was whipping the rain along the city streets causing people to cling closely to walls as they made their half-hearted way to their jobs. He had given up fighting the loosing battle of keeping his cigarette lit in such shitty weather; it hung forlornly from his tightly clenched lips. Monday mornings were bad enough, he thought to himself, without starting the day soaked to the skin.

The Stringent Bondage of Marie

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

Marie had been kept in a very severe hogtie since her kidnapping. Each wrist had been pulled back to its corresponding ankle and bound tightly to it on the outside. This pulled her back into an arch. Then her knees and ankles had been bound together, as had her elbows. Loops of thin cord cut deeply into the flesh above and below her elbows, forcing them to touch.

She had been gagged very heavily. Cloth was wadded into her mouth, crammed into each of her cheeks. Then a large head harness ball gag had been forced into her mouth, stretching her jaw to the maximum. The straps had been pulled just as tight as was possible. She had a rubber swim cap on her head. Stretch rubber adhesive tape had been wound round her head and mouth over the ball gag. Vertical wraps prevented any jaw movement. Pads over her eyes were similarly taped with tight head circling wraps. If that was not enough, a leather gag strap head harness was drawn tightly over the mouth windings. The D ring at the top had a length of rope attached that pulled her head back as far as it would go.

The Substitute Teacher

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

Author's Note: A relatively short introduction to Miss Garret’s first experience with bondage. Open to suggestions of where the story goes next.

Chapter 1: The Trap

Miss Garrett started her new school last Monday. She hated being a substitute teacher, always being the new girl and never getting the chance to settle in but it paid well and she had no other job options at the minute so she stuck at it in hope that something more permanent would become available.

The Wedding Gown

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

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted.

After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills.

Thingy

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

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’.

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work.

Through the Cracks

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

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.*

Part 1

In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence.

Tighter Than Expected

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for several years, after a couple of meagre attempts when I was younger. This is purely a fantasy scenario, so please excuse anything which may seem unrealistic. Any feedback is always welcome.

It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound - a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager, but has kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart.

Tourist Trap Revisited

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

Author's Note: This is a fan-fiction remake of the cult-classic horror film Tourist Trap with the major difference from the movie being that all the characters are female with the exception of the villain. This story is meant to be generally consistent with the film, although there are definitely some more adult themed events in it. It also employs supernatural elements and takes place in 1979. As mentioned in previous stories that I submitted earlier, this is not for everyone. Consider yourself warned in advance.

Trainer, to Trained

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

Author's Note: This is my very first story, so forgive me if there are flaws in my writing, Thank you, and enjoy.

Chapter 1

The girls pleaded with me, however they were trying to accomplish that. I really wasn’t paying attention. I wondered in the back of my mind how many I have treated like this. I had lost count. The girls I captured and trained became nothing more than faces that needed to be disciplined before the next auction. Hell, I hadn’t even remembered how I had started this business.

Tri Lambda's Halloween Revenge

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

Chapter 1

The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions.

The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys.

Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights.

Turn of Events

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

Part I

Flying is just not fun. The security lines, the delays due to weather/crew/the airlines just hating you and wanting to screw up your day even more. It’s just not fun. And sadly, I do way too damned much of it. I own my own company (web-based merchant), and it seems like I’m always on the road for a meeting, to check out a new supplier, to try to find a bank that understands that I’m not going to put myself out of business meeting their credit terms. So over the past 5 years, I’ve racked up better than 100K miles in the air each and every year.

Twenty Days

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

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism.

Chapter 1

I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Underview Resort

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

Author’s Note: This story is best read in the dark.

October 18th

Well Journal, I think I just may have had my final, real lucky break today. What’s that you ask? I’ve won something!? Yes, strange but true. The event? I’m part of a group that’s getting one week free at what is apparently the world’s best resort for kinksters the world over. That’s right, Underview resort! I know, interesting name. What’s really interesting though is that I’ve never heard of this place before. Neither has anyone else who have won the contest with me. Better list them out: Rhys, TJ, Steve, Reinette, Tiedash, Janey, and Slesia. I’m going to be staying with some of my friends from an online form at a resort where we can all indulge in our little fantasies and be free from prying eyes! This is all so cool! I think I’d better get some sleep. More to come.

Unfriendly Reunion

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

Author's Note: This story is fan fiction from the U.S. television sitcom “Laverne & Shirley”, and is meant to get stay consistent with the show’s theme and tone that takes place in the late 1950s/early 1960s. Therefore, it’s PG-rated at most, and may not be for everyone.

They were the best of friends since elementary school growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin who complemented each other in personality and appearance. There was demure Cindy Feeney, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short yet stylish brown hair that ended around the base of her neck, a slender frame, with fair skin and blue eyes. She dreamt of being swept off her feet by a handsome doctor, settling down somewhere warm to raise a family. And of course, there was her best friend in the world, Laverne De Fazio, who stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, with long sandy brown hair, brown eyes, with an average yet tomboyish frame and build. Streetwise and tough, Laverne always made sure no one picked on Shirley. In turn, Shirley kept Laverne away from the bad influences that would’ve ruined her life as a teenager.

Unreal Torture

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

Steve and Monica met each other in a local bar. They talked for a couple of hours, getting to really know each other. After a while they felt their own urges building up inside them. Wanting a release, Steve made the first move, “Would you like to go back to my place for a while, maybe kick back and watch a movie?” Steve, feeling he had finally conquered a rejection problem he had for a while, got a very unexpected answer.

Unwilling Model

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

The BDSM Expo is raging, as it has been for already two days now.

We check in at the hotel on Tuesday and from Friday morning me and Carrie were lost in the aisles of the convention floor.

The BDSM Expo has plenty of things to entertain us, you see. We did also a lot of purchases. I had so much fun watching Carrie squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex panties.

Vicky's Mistake

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

Vicky and I had been together for nine or ten months and we shared an interest in tight, inescapable bondage. As we both enjoyed being bound we had agreed set days as jailer and prisoner. Vicky had been introduced to bondage by a previous boy friend and had only ever been the helpless prisoner. I had to teach her how to cinch ropes and tie knots, so we used a lot of leather restraints and handcuffs. I had been practicing self bondage for years and had built up quite a collection of bondage gear and gags. Vicky jealously guarded ‘her’ days, and would not tie me on those days no matter how hard I pleaded. I on the other hand was delighted to truss her up while I took breaks on ‘my’ days. As Vicky worked she needed to keep up with the ‘soaps’ to maintain the office chit chat, so I often chair tied her in front of the TV with a posture collar and headphones to ensure she paid attention. This let me sneak off for short solo sessions without her knowing (or so I thought).

Waking the Dead

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

The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive

When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it.

Warehouse Run

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

That was it. With a dead end looming ahead, she had nowhere else to run. She was trapped.

“Looks like your time’s up, missy,” Roy smirked as he grabbed Sydney firmly by the arm and spun her around to face him.

She tried to resist him, but she was no match for Roy’s strength - not that it mattered. Willis was close behind his comrade.

“Yeah, you’re cornered,” Willis chuckled, grabbing Sydney’s other arm, finalizing her detainment. “You’re not getting away again.”

What Happens in Vegas

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

I was so proud of Mike. He had gotten his commercial airline license just a few days earlier and today was his first commercial flight as a co-pilot. This had been his lifelong dream and it was finally going to happen. His first flight was going to take him from his home base in Boston to Las Vegas.

It’s a tradition in the airline industry that the completion of a new pilot’s first successful flight calls for a celebration. And Las Vegas was just the place to do it. Unfortunately, I was supposed to stay behind in Boston and miss out on the party! That didn’t seem fair, but I had a plan to change that.

Who Shall It Be?

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

Mummy. Wrapped sculpture For all eternity, Tucked away In seclusion. My love.

Chapter 1: THE BEDROOM

“Come With Me”

I enter the living room one day to find you sitting there watching TV. You don’t notice me at first. “Like what you see?” I ask. You stir from your relaxed state and notice that am wearing a purple latex dress which drops to 3" above the knee. I am also wearing thigh-high stretch black vinyl platform boots which cling tightly to my slender ankles up my round plump calves to the base of my thighs. Your jaw drops, producing the desired result. I tell you that I have a surprise for you. You squint a little at me, trying to decipher what it could mean. “Come with me” I command. You obediently follow me down the hall, watching the shamefully tight latex clinging to my juicy ass cheeks swaying side to side in a lazy figure eight as I strut toward the bedroom. As you enter the room you notice a black satin sheet that has been laid over the full size bed.

Wild Idea

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

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Working Late

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

Foreword

Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy.

- Rubberwolf

Chapter 1

At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief.

Worst College Class Ever

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

Author's Note: My second story. I keep mine short and to the point. Enjoy!

It was Avery’s first day at college and she was brimming with excitement. She didn’t know anyone yet but she planned to make lots of friends. In high school she had been a straight-A student for all four years, and she hoped to do the same thing in college. She had selected her classes very carefully and had packed all of her classes into only two days. She didn’t have any classes this day but she wanted to check out all of the rooms she was going to be learning in.

Worth Waiting For

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

Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this

Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”