Non-Consensual

I loved every minute of it. Pay back is sweet. And just look at Sheila now. Her wrists are crossed and straped oh so tightly. Beyond tight. The straps cut deeply, almost cutting circulation. So do the straps pinning her elbows together above her head. And what a head. While she was unconscious I stuffed her mouth with her panties into one cheek and then my panties into the other. Then I pushed a nice hard ball in to pack it all in. Then a 2 inch plastic band pushing the ball even farther in. For good measure a 3 inch leather strap pulled with my utmost strength and buckled to seal the job. Now she would finally shut up. Great to have that vain self-adoring voice stopped. ...

Bree fiddled with her wedding ring as her new husband drove the car up the winding road. Though happy, she truly never thought she would be here. Even the word ‘husband’ still made her head spin. She had been completely independent her whole life. Captain of the debate team in high school, class president her senior year, until she was removed for organizing a protest against the schools ‘sexist’ dress code. She graduated top of her class Pre-Law, and published multiple articles in the universities paper about sexism displayed by the schools staff. She was going to Yale Law School in the fall, and she planned on becoming a Civil Rights lawyer. ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Serves a Crowd “When she gets here you’re gong to act just like a dog and greet her properly.” Theresa said as she tightened the black rubber muzzle around Brittany’s head, forcing her jaw shut and covering her mouth. “Paws!” Theresa commanded and Brittany raised her fists up as her mistress placed leather bondage mittens over her hands and tightened them, rendering her hands useless. Then she placed leather ankle cuffs on her and a leather collar lined with O-rings. She was naked except for the leather bondage gear. ...

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on. Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied. ...

Author's Note: This can be read as its own story or as a sequel to ‘Brittanys New Life’ After what seemed like an eternity Brittany had finally fallen asleep despite the enema, butt plug, and constant tug on her nipples from her bondage mittens being attached to her nipple rings. It felt like she had only slept for a few seconds when she heard the cruel laughter of Mistress Theresa and Alyssa as they entered the room. ...

Author's Note: Always happy to write more! Brittany woke up on the floor and realized she was blindfolded, her arms were zip tied behind her back, and there were zip ties binding her ankles and thighs together, and a piece of duct tape over her mouth. After a few minutes she felt her blindfold being pulled off, and the light in the room blinded her so all she could see was the shape of a woman who was in good shape but had a very large ass. ...

Author's Note: A story that was initially intended to be my version of an internet favourite of mine. However, during the writing, it changed and lengthened. It will have a second part and if needed, possibly a third. Part One Hetty grunted softly then slowly rolled over in the king-sized bed and reached out a long slender arm aiming blindly towards the alarm clock on the bedside table. She missed out on grabbing it, but her hand landed close enough to knock it to the floor. ...

Chapter 1 Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response. ...

Author's Note: The villains in this story are loosely inspired by the cult-horror film, “Bloodsucking Freaks”, who are campy by design. This is a “retro” bondage story of sorts that takes place in the 1980s, so this may not be for all readers. It was a balmy late summer evening in 1985 when the three friends arrived in a jeep, loaned to them by one of their parents for the weekend. The three female friends had known each other since elementary school, and were getting together for one last summer weekend at the lake prior to them leaving for their respective colleges that fall. Canoeing, hiking, swimming, and roasting whatever was edible over the fire was but a small sample of activities they planned for the weekend. Each of them was unique and special in their own right, evident in where they were going in the upcoming semester. ...

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything. ...