Non-Consensual

Author's Note: This is a great story and never got the credit it deserves. Christine was once again wandering the floor of the casino, still unable to find either of her friends, Maureen or Lisa. She thought she might try another change of clothes in the mean time. Gambling could be so boring sometimes especially when one was winning time after time after time. Lady luck and a good mind for probability can indeed give one a slight edge. So a little break in the scheme of things would be appropriate. In fact she looked forward to a new set of special clothes since her body was really becoming arousal by the unique feel of the fetish garb she was wearing. The black velvet cat suit was really something to purr about. Many times she caught herself rubbing and stroking herself as well as rubbing up against people she stood next to. They didn’t mind having such an exotic cat woman rubbing herself up against them, what man or free spirited woman would. A few times she even let a little sensuous meow echo from her lips. But it was all in fun, and it was about time to try something new. Maybe something in a bright red leather or shiny latex would do nicely. ...

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction. Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia. Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra. ...

“POP!” Mandy was off with the sound of the starting gun! After a short sprint, Mandy glanced quickly over her shoulder. Marty was still waiting at the blue line. How about that? Maybe this race was going to be fair after all. And if it was a fair race, Mandy knew she had a chance to win. 10K - ten kilometers, cross country. And in this case it was really across country. Coach Roberts had dropped both runners off about six miles from the school track finish line. ...

Author's Note: All Catherine wanted, after a hard day’s work, was to get home and have a nice hot bath. But instead her cab ride home turned into a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape, and soon she was forced to reconsider exactly where ‘home’ might be. Part 1 The fact that the taxi took only five minutes to arrive from the time she’d phoned and requested it, should probably have warned Catherine that everything wasn’t quite as it should be. However, although the cab company’s receptionist had informed her that there would be a wait of around half an hour before a car would be available, Catherine thought nothing of the early appearance of her means of transport; being merely grateful that she would be getting home earlier than she’d assumed, and anxious to get a hot bath and something to eat after a busy day at the studio. ...

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story. Part 1 It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling. ...

Author's Note: Give me some feedback, be yourself and say what you want. Chapter 1 My name is Mark, im twenty one years old and I live in an apartment complex by myself. I’m kind of a loner so i dont have much friends. I go to college and come home to my empty apartment. I dont talk to any of my neighbors except the landlord, so I dont really have anyone. I’m not gay but I’ve always been into bondage since i can remember. I’ve never told anyone about my little fetish, and after a long time of being alone my small fetish turned into full obsession of bondage and all kinds of other fetishes. I got a computer and that opened the world of fetish to me. I found I like just about everything from BDSM to smelly feet to breath-play, even chastity, anal play an much more. Like I said im not gay im into women dominating me in anyway they want. I liked all this stuff but i was scared of ever telling anyone. I was afraid my friends and family would reject me so i never let anyone close enough to find out my dark secret. So day after day I found new ways to entertain myself wink wink. I tried everything you could think of that one person can do by their self. It was fun for a while but even that started to feel boring. So I started trying out self bondage. I made homemade sex toys and bondage gear with what I could using store bought items. I never had the courage to go into a sex shop and buy bondage toys, so i did with what i could. So lets get on with the story. ...

Author's Note: this is my first story hope you like it I just got out of school and graduated and got my diploma and a certificate of completion in automotive tech. so my family was going down to west Virginia and I had to stay home and babysit my niece and nephew. I had to watch them because my step sister can go out with her friend for her birthday. So it was Friday night and she leaving early Saturday morning. I thought I will play a little bondage for a while so I went to my room and grab out my bondage gear from in my closet. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on. Chapter 1 I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more. ...

Part 1 Anna leaned forward and tried to reach the chain. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, with short chain holding the cuffs into ring built into the cement wall of the cell. She was barely able to move into a crouch, one hand barely managing to grip the chain, but she pulled anyway hoping, desperately that it would somehow come loose. Jane sat across the cell, her hands bound to another wall. Jane had pulled her legs up to partially cover her pussy. Otherwise she simply sat on the concrete floor, too defeated to cry. ...

Author's Note: Again, I present you a piece of my imagination on long term metal bondage. This is the first time ever i used first person narrative. So please excuse for any grammatical mistakes as you know English is not my first or second language. The story is purely based on the torment and long term confinement of the character, there is no sexual encounter in the story. Please leave a comment at the end. Happy reading…. ...