Non-Consensual

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy! Part 1: Revealed The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game. ...

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. ...

1. The Beginning I was living a pretty ideal life. I had a good job and was newly married to Jessica, my beautiful and sexy wife of three months. We had just purchased a new house in an upscale development. Jessica and I had what I considered to be a great sex life. We must have made love almost four or five times a week. Even better, Jessica had jumped right into my love of bondage sex adding spice to our lives. Many evenings I tied her to our bed in the playroom (as we called the bedroom) but Jessica, being a modern woman, insisted that we share everything as equal partners. That meant that about half the time she tied me to the bed and took control of our lovemaking. I really didn’t mind as it was great sex either way. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story. _Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while* Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back……. ...

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back ...

Author's Note: Its a dark story, with no happy ending Paul had been an TV escort for a couple of years, he had regular clients, lived in a nice flat and earned a lot of money. He could pick and choose, opting only for the men he fancied, most just wanted to give him a blowjob. He always dressed up for them, 5" heels, stockings, basque and a tight dress, he looked very feminine and passable, with stick on fake boobs, growing his hair long and styling it in a feminine way. A trim 5’ 8" tall without the heels he could play any role his clients wanted. ...

Prologue Lerrin watched as the slightly built woman left his office, her long auburn ponytail bobbing behind her, and the worn leather satchel carefully cradled to her side. The girl, he believed her name was Ellywick, was a recent hire of the Arcane Brotherhood, and utterly forgettable save for the fact that she was a gnome in a city primarily dominated by humans. He’d learned that she’d earned her job as a messenger through relentless persistence. Before she was hired, she’d arrived on the steps of the Wizards’ Tower every morning when the other couriers were dispatched, listening to where they were going, and consistently arriving earlier than whichever one was sent to the furthest destination in the city. She was pretty enough, he supposed, in the pixy-ish way of her race, standing somewhere less than four feet tall though proportional to a slender human, unlike the squat dwarves. She had deeply tanned skin and delicate features, though he found her to be nothing remarkable. If she had any feature that stood out, it was her vibrant green eyes, wide and doe-like. ...

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why? “Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.” I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective. ...

Author's Note: Since I discovered this site I thought about contributing to its amazing content. This is my very first story and I welcome all feedback to improve my writing skills. I plan to submit a sequel which will be written in the girls’ point of view after her wake up. So please let me know any improvements which I should consider. Background Story It was still early in the morning, 6 o’clock when I got up. So I still had an hour to go before the package would arrive. Plenty of time to get ready. I took a shower and made myself ready for the day. When I got downstairs I paused and enjoyed the marvelous view out of my kitchen window. I was able to afford a pretty big house with a good amount of land around it. I smiled and said to myself “lucky bastard..”. I used to work in a hospital as a doctor. The payment was reasonable but all these extra hours pissed me off. Somehow I stumbled across my current profession. The payment is way better even though I only work about 20 hours a month at most. ...

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that. Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume. ...