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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

“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. ...

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. ...

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! ...

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. ...

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”. ...

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. ...

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. ...