Other-M on Utopia Stories Library

Amazonian Agonies The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 2nd story in the series involving my hapless heroine Suzzanne (the 1st is published here). After the 1st i was advised by other writers to actually write a story with theme so this one is a bit longer and hopefully has a beginning, middle and an end

CHAPTER 1

Suzzanne stepped off the loading ramp into space and as the plane began to shrink she had no sensation of falling. She could see the sun coming over the horizon but she knew that on the ground it was still the dark before dawn. She rolled onto her front and spread her arms and legs to control her fall and attitude, she glanced at the red figures of the head - up display projected onto the visor of her helmet, she was at 42,000 feet. This was only the second time she had ever HALO jumped but she knew that at this altitude outside her helmet and protective suit it was airless and well below freezing. She breathed slowly, the oxygen tasted dry and metallic in her mouth and she could hear her own breathing in her ears. Pulling in her arms and legs she angled her body down to increase her speed as she watched the altitude falling, 39,000 feet now. The aim was to freefall as quickly as possible and only open the chute just before landing to avoid detection. She began to feel buffeting as the air thickened and in her head she quickly began to go through her mission.

An Owned Pet's Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

Bondage Buddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is set in the present day but some scientific advancements have been accelerated. The Prologue is 100% true.

PROLOGUE

As an adolescent and young teen, I was fascinated by cartoons and television shows depicting capture and kidnap scenarios. This fascination usually led to a ‘stiffy’, but I was too young and naive really to understand exactly what was happening. This enchantment led to exploration in self-bondage, and for years I indulged in this practice, particularly during the summer months when I was home from school and both parents worked.

Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic fiction. I usually write more “vanilla” stories, so this is a bit of a change. Feedback and critique on the writing style, pacing, imagery, and whatnot is greatly appreciated. I planned to write the entire story in one part, but it ended up being way longer than anticipated, so I broke it up into separate parts, which get progressively more crazy in terms of erotic situations. So if you like it, please stay tuned for more!

Eternity Boxes - Gemini

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First piece of erotica - I am a guy in the UK who lovingly builds / plans these type of scene’s / LTR plans in real life I often think through them first in a story like manner so someone suggested I write it out too!

First piece of writing since school english lessons so constructive criticism is good and if you want to know more about my ideas, being a ‘victim’ or how I build them please PM me ^_^

Femina: A Report from the Matriarchal City State

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This concept story is in the form of a news article about a FemDom city state. It is an attempt to build a vaguely plausible fictional reality in which other stories could be written. This mostly sets the scene for stories to follow.

Following months of requests I was the first international journalist to be granted access to secretive city state of Femina. Femina was one of the many small states to appear following the collapse of the former Russian Federation. It’s apparent stability and prosperity meant it outlived most of the others that appeared in the vacuum of power. However it’s secrecy has led to wild stories and speculation backed up by precious little evidence.

Friends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I’ve never been happy with it, the transition into misbehaving always seemed too forced. I’ve marked it as part one as now I’ve introduced Abby and Scott to some of the more adventurous ideas the sky is the limit!

Tell me what you think, if the comments are positive I’m sure we’ll see more of the two couples!

Harry Potter and the Wicked Witch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘Hermione and the Fairy Briedel’ got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I’d planned (and still do) ‘Hermione and the Elven Princess’ which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny’s relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there’s no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don’t use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too.

Jesse's Secret

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jesse wasn’t what most would call a ‘good boy’. Since he’d been a baby he’d always made life difficult for his mother, crying and screaming when he didn’t get what he wanted. This meant that when he turned 10 years old, little Jesse begged and cried his way into getting his own computer. It was a simple laptop but he could play all the games he wanted on it, and was eventually allowed on the internet.

Jessica's Pony Ride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.

Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: New heroine, short story

Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.

Behind the screens on the carriage windows sat a single occupant, a petite blond woman in her late 30’s with attractive but pointed features, she sat wrapped in a heavy travelling cape her gloved hands holding documents which she studied intently. This was Lady Sally Blackrook, an Englishwoman of some nobility. Widow of the late Lord Blackrook she was a woman of independent means despite her husband’s wealth. A famed beauty she had remained single since husband’s death however it was rumoured she had her choice of lovers from the great and good of the English and International élite. She was infamous in polite society as an unconventional woman who did not conform to the Victorian role of a lady, shooting, hunting and partaking of other hazardous pursuits not deemed suitable for a lady of her status. In fact she was an adventuress and explorer using her considerable wealth to fund her exploits, there were even rumours she occasionally took the pay of British Government as a spy.

One Stormy Evening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a stormy evening and I was driving through Colorado on my way from California to my new job in New York city. It was raining so hard that I was driving about 20 miles per hour on the interstate, so when the next exit came I decided to take a break and get something to eat. Little did I know that that one decision would change my life forever.

Payment Pending

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: This is a true story from a recent weekend. I’m not used to writing non-fiction so I hope you like it. To those who may wonder, the answer is 1 week :)

It’s not very often that I have the house to myself for an entire day. This weekend the kids were away and my wife at a concert in the northern part of the state. Since she wouldn’t be returning until the next morning I decided to try out some ‘real’ self-bondage.

Peanut Butter Pie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Betsy shrieked.

“Uh.” I said as my brain shut down. Before I could say anything else, Betsy was already halfway to the door, leaving me to deal with the stares of everyone the restaurant.

And the check. This meal had been “Her treat,” as I had just maxed out my cards paying for a new transmission. I did not have enough money to cover her Surf and Turf.

Punished

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Fiction, but desired

My Wife and I had played tie up games for years. Lately I was the one that was always tied up. She has gotten very good at being the top. I have been very tolerant, but was getting a little tired of the one that was always punished. ( a little )

We have gained a lot of toys over the years, hers, mine and ours. The only thing we needed was a true dungeon. That will soon change.

Space Babe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you.

Chapter 1

I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE!

Stuck in the Backyard

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A true story of a self bondage session gone wrong

One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament.

Tease Tied

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at writing. Inspired by true events and wishful thinking.

Any ideas on how to teach this smart-ass a lesson are welcome.

Chapter 1 - Challenge Accepted

“Awk even I could get out of that” Steph said with disdain as they watched the damsel on tv struggle in vain against her bonds. “Why are these girls in the movies so pathetic?”. “There’s no way you could” argued Chris. “Her hands are taped behind her back and she’s locked in a box!” Steph shook her head, “I’m telling you that would be easy, I’d be out of that and calling the cops in no time”.

The Book of Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The original version of this story was the first mainstream story that I ever wrote. Recently, I got the idea to rewrite it with a bondage theme, and in some ways I think it actually works better (at the metaphorical level) this way.

That said, the story is definitely a bit heavier on the story than it is on the bondage; but that’s not all that uncommon for my work, I think.

The Death Penalty

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story codes may imply a more graphic level of story violence than is actually delivered–but the theme is decidedly dark.

I can’t believe this is happening, Sara Johnson thought to herself. How did I ever let myself get trapped with a husband like this? He’d seemed like such a catch at the time.

Sara’s arms were bound tightly behind her back, in a Japanese style chest harness; she was lying on a musty mattress, still damp from her own urine. He’d left her bound for what seemed like days; then punished her when he found she hadn’t held her water, by looping a rope around her waist and tying it off with a slip knot. As he’d pulled the rope tight she’d felt her organs sloshing around inside her as they adjusted to the new shape of her body. It was an odd feeling, not too unlike mud being squished through her toes. He’d tied the end of the waist-rope to the mass of knots behind her back, tugging to make it as tight as he possibly could. Even with her back arched the rough fibers of the rope tore at the tender flesh between her legs.

The Gift Certificate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Comments very welcome

Part 1

He typed in the address of the site on the gift certificate that he found when clearing out his late uncle Tom’s belongings. There had been quite a few really interesting things to keep, and as a poor student he could use things others wouldn’t be all that interested in, of course. His mother had given him free reign anyway, since it saved her a long trip from Dallas to San Francisco, and he was only half a day away, north of LA. She had not been very close to her younger brother, but his death at a young age when driving off a coastal cliff in his new Porsche convertible had nevertheless been quite a shock. Best of it for him, when clearing his uncle’s condo out had been finding a two year old Chevrolet Tahoe. It was slightly dented, but still, a vast improvement on the 14 year old Honda Civic with the airco kaputt. Yet he even got $200 for it selling his old banger on the spot. It had been a matter of loading the stuff he had wanted to keep, and getting the rest to the dump. A U-haul trailer had been needed though. The condo had been put on the market now, and the proceeds would be going to his mother, obviously.

The Price Of Fantasy (The Chastity Diaper 2)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Domina here! Now, this is a story I’d been wanting to write for a long while, and finally got around to doing it justice! You see, there’s another story here on GaggedUtopia called The Chasity Diaper by Jakie Fox. It always spoke to me deeply, but there was so much about the story itself that didn’t resonate with me that made me just want to rewrite it. In addition, someone had commenting asking if anyone out there would take up the mantle and continue the story. So I’m doing both! This story can be treated as a self-contained experience, or, if you want more, later you’ll be able to follow this poor character’s life in a branching story! I don’t have the logistics worked out quite yet, but depending on how much y’all love this piece, hopefully we’ll see it soon. <3

The Track

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come.

Part 1

Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him.

wife made slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: fiction

It was a Wednesday morning. My Wife went to work like always. I decided to do a little self bondage on my day off of work. I took my shower and shaved all the important parts. My wife called from work, so i knew I was safe. I applied the cheap wig I bought and attempted to do makeup. I did not succeed.

I wen t to my shop to get all the things I have hidden away for years. Once inside the shop I took the ropes, the gags and the cuffs I was going to use and sett them aside. I picked the clothes out and started to disrobe.