Author's Note: I was just thinking about this incident, and it still excites me 10 years later. This is a little different fare than what I usually write. This is an absolute true story, it really happened. Not in a Penthouse “I never thought this would happen to me” sort of way, but in actuality. The names are changed, and if the exact order of events aren’t 100% correct, bear in mind that it was 10 years ago, and there was a lot of Jack and Cokes involved. ...
Author's Note: This short offering is less extreme than my other fantasy stories as it is a factual account of a recent bondage session. I have laid everything ready on the bed. These are a selections of straps, a waterproof jacket with a hood and rubberised lining, a whole head rubber hood with apertures only for my mouth and nostrils, an inflatable gag, and my home made nipple clamps. These are two small steel bull-dog clips with holes in the handles, through which I have threaded a short linking cord. ...
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far! I. Another New Purchase It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it! ...
Author's Note: true story with out the names Part 1: First Visit This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set. ...
Author's Note: This is a true recount of events from last weekend. I’ve always been a kinky sort, so the chance to combine being kinky with being out in a normal public area was a real draw for me. I was going to a one-day festival in a UK seaside town. These things are notorious for drunken behaviour, but more so for the lack of decent toilet facilities. I decided I’d try and find a way around that this year! ...
Author's Note: Self-bondage is bitter sweet because the best and worst parts are hopelessly intertwined. The Move I grew to not hate but certainly dislike home, town, the local cities. I was born here, my parents and siblings are close, but I had to move on. It’s not like I haven’t traveled, I needed to live somewhere else. Life was moving slow, I wanted less people who know my parents, and more options. So I moved to Florida, from one of the northern tier states, ‘for work’ and for the beaches, the sun, the weather. ...
Author's Note: This is a story about how I used to spend too much time watching football and rushed into a bet that I really should have thought through better. Chapter 1 My girlfriend, Amber, a five-foot, cute-as-a-button, short-haired brunette and I have been going out for about six months and have had a healthy sexual relationship. I love American football and spend every Sunday glued to the TV. So when she came to me last week and said that she would like to be with me more by spending our Sundays watching the NFL together, I was surprised, but also really happy; I thought it would be a great way to spend more time together. ...
To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done. ...
Author's Note: I dedicate this to Mz Z who talked me into writing my stories. She’s tied spread eagle to the bed and I’ve already worked most of the way through a bowl of ice cubes tormenting her to no end. To this point it has been all giggles and chills taking one ice cube at a time running them up and down her arms and legs along with teasing her feet and nipples. ...
Author's Note: This is a true scenario my wife and I have both enjoyed acting out. He is stood naked at the end of the bed, his erection betraying his anticipation and sexual desire. Mistress is sat before him, fully clothed, rolling back a single stocking slowly and deliberately. She is wearing an above the knee skirt and her boots, with barely black nylons just visible. Her blouse is crisp and feminine, a necklace glinting around her perfumed neck. ...