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Author's Note: As with my other stories, i must stress i did my best with the grammar etc but i am dyslexic and never finished school, so please try to look past any imperfections. As also mentioned please feel free to email me if any one would like to strike up a conversation as i love to discuss new ideas and other peoples interests etc. Thanks Paul Sat there staring at the screen, watching his mouse hover over the upload button. He hesitated for a moment and then made himself click. He watched as the 3 images where uploaded and sent. ...

Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned. This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure. ...

Author's Note: Please note that I have Dyslexia so I appologise for any issues people have reading this story. As my punctuation and my paragraphs may not be good. This is a fictional story and my first so please enjoy. Part 1 My name is Sharia I am tall with long brown hair and slim to medium build depending on the angle of the light haha. I would like to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was 18 and I moved into my own flat. ...

Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts. Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth. ...

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan) Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck. THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either. ...

Author's Note: This is a self-contained story, but I plan on making it part of a larger series. The characters will continue but on to different events later on. I don’t know how many parts I’ll do but I’m planning to make at least a few more before reaching the end I have in mind. This is set in a world slightly in the future with technology a little better than our own. I try to keep it within the realm of likelihoods based on things being developed and tested currently. Even still, it does give it a sci-fi-ish feel at times, hopefully that’s not overpowering. This is just a work of fiction and not meant to represent anyone real. ...

1. Prologue Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland. The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why. The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German. ...

Author's Note: This story follows from my story “Angels and Unicorns”. Click on my name above to see a list of my work. Read the first one or else you will miss out on details in this one. I let my imagination go nuts with this one. I know it wont be to everyones taste, but if it spoke to you, feel free to get in touch. Chapter 1 I sat on the bench and unwrapped my sandwich. It was a very pleasant summer’s day and a few people were taking the chance to walk around the park in their lunch hour. I had a part time job at my local library and was taking the opportunity to get outside the building for lunch. It was a boring job but the work was easy. And it was educational as I was reading the books when nothing else was occupying my time. ...

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings. The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box. ...

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up. The story is true, non fiction. Part 1 It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road. ...