“Crazed with lust, the wench instantly fits herself with a dildo; she frigs me; this, says she, will make me overlook the pain she’s about to cause me and then she delivers the thunderous blow, then another, and ’tis this one does in my maidenhead. Words cannot describe what I suffered; but the lancing pains provoked by this terrible operation soon yielded to the sweetest pleasures."-The Marquis de Sade, Juliette, Part One ...
1. The Castle Segahay Castle cuts a dark and imposing image when viewed from the air and is seen contrasting against the bright and beautiful Scottish countryside surrounding it. However from the ground it is difficult to view at all in its full medieval majesty. While most of the shire is wide open, quite flat or quietly sloping hillsides covered in heather and tufts of grass or at the worst, low level gorse bushes; for five miles in any direction around the Castle every tree, bush and shrub known to Scotland has thrived in Centuries of neglect to make Segahay a truly inhospitable and formidable place. ...
She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure. ...
Author's Note: This is sort of a parallel story to my most recent tale. With a bit of a tie in at the end. Perhaps a bit of a slow start but it picks up pace quickly. Hope I was able to entertain you both times! Freddy still didn’t understand how it all went so terribly wrong. The fantastically rich haul was only intended to be deposited in the little cartel owned small town bank for a few hours. But a change at the last moment nescessitated added security be sent in for the week long extended stay. Thinking only of his 3 million, possibly augmented by some opportunistic chicanery Freddy gave the go order for the bank takedown. His AR15 was down and his hands were up 3 seconds later. His amateur hour crew quickly followed suit. ...
Author's Note: : This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission. Chapter 1 “Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!” Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, “Not you two again.” ...
Author's Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed my story! Chapter 1 The party raged throughout the cramped dorm, music booming amongst the tipsy cheers of the guests. Nearly three dozen students were present, exchanging immature banter and drinking recklessly. Kyle huddled in a small corner, smashing together every ounce of confidence in his body. Across the room, the alluring Zoe sipped casually at her drink. Zoe had attracted Kyle’s longing eyes in their first shared class and had occupied his mind ever since. For nearly three months he had attempted to summon the courage to talk to her but had chickened out at every opportunity. However, when he had heard that she would be attending a party in a nearby dorm, he knew that he would never get a better chance to ask her out. ...
Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer. “So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask. “Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.” ...
Author's Note: Not recommended for the sane-minded person. Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity. In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react. ...
Author's Note: Silent Street is one of the ancient thoroughfares in the town of Ipswich in Suffolk, England. No one knows for certain how the name came about, but one theory is that, during an outbreak of plague in 1665, the death toll amongst the residents of this street was particularly high, and thereafter the area fell ‘silent’. This story, however, gives a more modern twist as to why the name might be apt! ...
Author's Note: Finally got to finishing this. Tried a different direction to see where it goes. Apologies for the lack of a solid conclusion. decided to leave that to your imaginations. I have tried proofing this. But prior stories show I am not too good at that. Enjoy. I finished late and it was already past 7. It was Friday night and I was planning on going to a club or two now work had finished. The office where I work is in a quiet area of the city, the clubs being down the other end. ...