Packaging on Utopia Stories Library

(Rubber) Bound, For Fun

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

Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!)

“Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!”

A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening.

A Game of High Stakes

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

Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life.

There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month.

A Perfect Christmas Box

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

Joe and Samantha Brown decided that they would go away for Christmas. Joe thought it would be better to stay at home and have a nice bondage session as they would be alone, but Samantha said it would be more exciting if they did it at a hotel. Especially if she was tied and gagged and stuffed into a case while he signed in. All those people walking past not knowing she was in the case. Joe thought about it and realised that this could be serious fun. He agreed, but he would have to find a suitcase big enough to pack her into.

A Very Special Delivery

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

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all.

Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge.

Alice Takes A Vacation

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

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!

Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around.

Alisha's Saturday Night

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

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

Allie's Birthday

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

I was looking forward to Sunday Brunch with my friend Jeff. He had promised to finally introduce me to his new girlfriend Allison, a tennis team babe and apparently a real interesting beauty according to Jeff. They had met on the college Halloween party a few weeks earlier. Both of them were into the life sciences while I was pre-law, so our classes didn’t overlap and I hadn’t met her before. Jeff and I had met in the freshman dorm, become good friends and stayed in touch as much as our busy exam and party schedules allowed.

Amanda On The Delaware

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

FOREWORD

When Derek Skeeba realized his emotions were wasted, when he saw, with crystalline lucidity, that his love was a futile endeavor, he decided to funnel his energies into a more productive compulsion-He would put the sinews of his salacious appetites to work at the squeeze play, he would use the muscle of his heart to quash the heartbeat of others, he would raze the swelling inside himself as tall as a monolith and let its shadow fall over the sickening city around him like the shadow of an ancient hartebeest. Derek Skeeba would torture the troglodytes whose mediocrity had caused him to yearn for someone better than them.

Amber's Misfortune

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

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Andrea and the Uncertain Future

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

Author's Note: This is the 8th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.

“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.

Anna's Self-Storage Adventure

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

Author's Note: When Anna decides to tie herself up and hide in a packing crate, her intention is to remain there for an hour or two at most….Falling asleep was not a good idea.

Anna sighed as she strolled around the living room of her soon to be vacated flat. She kept trying to envisage how it had been only days before with all her personal possessions still strewn around, but for some reason found herself unable to conjure up what should have been an all too familiar scene. Not only that, but the memories that this stirred up seemed to cause a wave of nostalgic sadness to well up in her. Dwelling on the past, she decided, was not a good idea. She checked her watch for what must have been the hundredth time today: half past eight.

Best Served Cold

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

Alex Summers was in a good mood. The phone call that he had just made would ensure that he could now treat himself to a new car and perhaps a foreign holiday. He was long overdue for a bit of R and R, he mused as he sipped his coffee and made his way through the kitchen towards the connecting door that lead to his garage.

The garage was large by such standards. Three large double doors dominated one entire wall. Alex admired his cars as he strolled through the cavernous interior. He ran his fingers lovingly over the bodywork of his silver DB4. Next, he stopped to admire the next car in his collection. A dark green Mercedes sports car that had a bold white stripe running from bonnet to boot over the top of the vehicle and sporting a number four, within a white circle, on the bonnet and doors. This car had won the 1978 Le Mans and brought a smile to his face as he remembered the fierce bidding that had secured him the car.

Birthday Surprise

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

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and for a special treat I decided to give him a unique present - ME! I began by going shopping for the most drop dead, jaw dropping lingerie that money could buy, or at least within my budget. After trying on a variety of outfits I chose a skimpy black torsolette that hung from my breasts and hugged my curves down to my hips, suspenders held up very sheer stockings and my sex was just covered by the thin cloth of the G-string. His eye’s would pop out of his head when he saw me in these and my planned evening was just beginning.

Bondage Weekend

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

Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1.

Chapter 1 - The Massage

Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement.

Bound for an Unknown Destiny

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

I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms.

Boxed

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

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion of bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours.

For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen tabe where I knew she would find it.

Brittany Serves a Crowd

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

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training

“Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany.

Busted by Max

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

Author's Note: First part of a saga. I got started and it kept going, and going, and going. . . I wanted to post what I have so far to get some feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

Part One

Steve hated getting called into work on his day off. He was hoping to spend the day with Max his current partner and pet. Steve was a K9 officer with the local county sheriff and Max was his latest partner. Steve’s previous dog had to be retired after biting the throat of a worthless drug dealer. Steve was back at duty at the international airport. Although Steve and Max usually spent most of their time sniffing around in the cargo section, the K9 unit was occasionally supposed to come upstairs and patrol the incoming passengers of international flights. So Steve and Max spent the majority of their time this morning walking up and down the lines of people waiting to go through customs. If Max would show an interest in someone, Steve would signal the customs agent and they would scrutinize things much tighter and conduct a physical search of their baggage. It rarely happened, but the system worked pretty well. Max had never had a false hit so far and was really subtle in marking someone.

Buy One, Get One Free

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

Chapter 1

Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response.

Capturing Kat

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

Part 1

I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life.

Casino

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

Chapter 1

As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance.

Cindy's Moving Day

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

We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.

Cold Storage

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

“Gosh, I love winter!” I thought to myself as I watched my wife Peggy pass in front of me as she walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. She was 23 years old, fit, beautiful, and completely naked. The nipples of her “C” cup breasts were hard and erect from the chill, and I had to restrain myself from dragging her onto my lap and giving an inviting brown bud a not so tender bite. She could not have done much to stop me, since her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back, her ankles were shacked ten inches apart, and her lips were stretched around a three inch ball gag buckled tightly behind her head.

Convincing Argument

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

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date.

She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise.

Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired.

He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward.

Cut Down to Size

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

Author's Note: Warning - This is a very unusual story, but hey I’ll write anything once.

Part I

Kate and Emma were kneeling on the floor looking at the glass jar on the coffee table in front of them, both with a look of amazement on their faces. In the jar was Kate’s boyfriend, now standing at only one inch tall.

Of course they hadn’t believed the woman who claimed to be able to shrink people and Kate had certainly been joking when she’d asked for her boyfriend to be shrunk down to size for the weekend. But the woman hadn’t been joking and now here they were.

D&H Ltd - Felica's woe

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

Author's Note: This story follows on from D&H Ltd - Simons Journey. Its intended to be the second installment of a three part saga currently (that may increase to four).

Chapter 1

13:00 May 21st, 2012: Somewhere in Europe.

Felicia felt like she had been crying for an eternity, locked and bound inside the trunk she could feel the movements of the vehicle as it hurtled to god knows where. She could still feel the puncture marks where the taser had struck, her muscles sore form the convulsing caused by the 500, 000 volts.

Danielle's Revenge

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

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

Devon Bondage Girl

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

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage …

Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school.

Dirty, Hot White Boy on the Run

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

Author's Note: A bit of a departure from my usual subject matter and point of view. Hope you enjoy. Comments are always more than welcome.

My name isJohnny and I’m a hot, tatted up, slim 6 foot tall, dark haired dude. A dirty horny white boy, sleazy rude with a big cock and a smooth , plump bubblebutt. I’m too scary for most of the local girls to handle but I drive the old rich guys crazy down at the gloryhole row at the adult bookstore. A couple geezers paid me plenty to worship my big cock and balls and to fuck one guy in his fat flabby ass. He screamed a lot but the old fucker loved it. Ha! After I turned 18 I dropped out of my dumbfuck highschool and winged out of Pittsburgh and off to Europe to join the French Foreign Legion. I had some innings with the local cops and I was one step ahead of a warrant which could put me on ice for a while. I heard the legion will give you a new identity when you get out and that’s really pretty cool! Before I could make it to Corsica I was partying on Ibiza where a rich british cougar picked me up while I was drunk and took me aboard her yacht. She was a busty old mama about 40 with medium length dark reddish hair, huge saggy jugs, thick thighs and a big ,opulent ass. She had me strip naked on deck. Then she tickled my fat dangling balls with her long fingernails and my big cock extended straight out. She laughed and wrapped her hand around my meat and said " Come with me Mr. Johnson! " I don’t know who Mr Johnson was but I followed my pulled pork down the corridor and into her quarters. It was a large ornate room with a big 4 corner post bed with a mirror above , on the ceiling. She sat down on the bed and examined my cock and balls. She squeezed my asscheeks and outlined her fingertips along some of my tatts. Spinning me around she pinched and squeezed my ass again and spread my asscheeks wide then she smacked my ass sharply and spun me back around. She was licking her glistening red lips. “Yes. You’re do nicely, very nicely indeed!” You’ve got quite a nice endowment, Johnny! Fat swingy balls, lots of dirty white boy tats and a squishy, plump ass!" Yes, I’m going to have some fun with you!"

Dorei

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

Author's Note: I’m a twenty-something from Europe, writing short stories and narrations (erotic and non-erotic) for several years.

A longer narration of mine deals with certain Japanese elements. To get in the mood for a sequel, I wrote this short story.

Box

The box had arrived just in time. Nakamura’s two “gentlemen” went to work unloading it as soon as the garage’s roller shutter had closed behind the inconspicuous white delivery van. One of them I knew by name: Tanaka, a ridiculously muscular bloke in an ill-fitting jacket. He was beyond any doubt capable of dragging the box alone. Hence his scrawny new colleague was rather latching onto the wooden crate while it was pulled out of the van.

Drake Rubber Products

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

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM.

Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also frees lances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home.

Driving Miss Crazy

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

Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time.

As always constructive criticism always welcomed.

Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long?

Equal Sentence

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

Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand:

“Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony”

Gimpy Waited

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

Author's Note: This was written for a podcast to be read on October 25, 2020 by Enchantrix Harper. https://www.spreaker.com/user/cock-radio/ws-228-listener-stories-and-tarot. The requirement was that it was to be less than 1500 words.

Gimpy waited.

It had completely lost track of time. It couldn’t remember the last time that it had been allowed to see. The thick, form fitting leather surrounding his head completely blocked any possibility of vision. The layers of leather encasing its head and it’s features had been something that it had come to terms with, but the loss of it’s sight at the will of it’s owner seemed like days ago.

Green Meadows

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

It was already late. The sun was about to cross the line of the horizon. Samuel would be about to pick me up soon. I wanted a few more minutes. Always a few more. It had been raining the same morning. The wet grass tickled my thighs and buttocks.

I could hear footsteps at my back. He surely would help me getting up. It was a part of his job, after all, but I’d rather do it by myself. It took me a lot of time figuring out how. With my arms bound at my back and a chain between my ankles even the most simple task could be pretty hard. The key was having a bit of help from a dear friend.

Hannah

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

Author's Note: I’ve put some older stories into an ebook. Feel free to take a look, I’m in need of a good review…. A. x

Part 1

This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair.

Hard Dreams

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

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself.

Hard Honeymoon

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

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy.

“Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.”

Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber.

Helpless Struggles & Muffled Moans

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

PROLOGUE

A constant buzzing noise and soft, muffled moans fill the otherwise silent room.

Alfred took a sip from the coffee as he went through Vanessa’s laptop. He was looking at her pictures taken at a coctail. A busty brunette with a nice figure, “chubby just a tiny bit but otherwise with the nice make up, the cute dress and the shiny heels, a striking 28 year old” Alfred thought as he took another sip from the coffee.

Into Storage

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

It was late summer and Denise was lying on the back porch on her sun lounger chair, covered in sun cream, baking slowly in the warm afternoon glow. She was just taking advantage of some down time from getting her stuff ready to move out. It was a big change and she did have some trepidation at leaving her long established home. It is a bit daunting when you see all your life packed neatly away in boxes; all those treasured memories, souvenirs, and collectables. Some may call it rubbish, but to you they are a part of your very existence. The removal men were due to come round the following morning and pack it all into the van before taking it down to the shipping dock.

Iron (and Latex) Woman

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

Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

Janice

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

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series.

Chapter 1

Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract.

Jess in the Box

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

Part 1

It was starting out to be a bad day.

My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable.

Jills Torment and My Torture

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

Author's Note: The stories is fictional although parts are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. It is the next in a series of the tale of Jack. He just can’t seem to say out of trouble.

Chapter One - The Packages

It was first part of November and the fall seasons had ended in the Midwest. My wife Paula and I (Jack) started the process of winterizing the home and putting the outdoor furniture away one Saturday afternoon when our neighbor Jill stopped by. She was checking with Paula about our plans for the following day, wanting to get together to catch up after their travel over the last several days. Jill and her husband John had recently been traveling together out to California. He had been tasked with a taking a box trailer out to a San Francisco warehouse, he’s a trucker by trade. Jill had taken time off from her catering company business to tag along for a few days. The trip for her was in two fold, part spend time with John to see the sights of the city by the bay and to shop at two BDSM specialties stores that catered to her special interest. The fact they’d be traveling back with a partially empty trailer on the return trip had additional appeal. John had picked up the boxes she had purchased from the store locations, but like Paula and I had no idea what exactly was inside them. Jill and John like us had been involved with BDSM scene for quite some time with her as dominant Mistress and him as slave most of the time.

Journey Into Slavery

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

Author's Note: Parts of this story are quite violent with descriptions of torture. May be sensitive to some. You read at our own risk. This is my fantasy and shall remain a fantasy.

I relaxed in my garden drinking cocktails with my friend. I’d known her for a week. She was in her 40s but didn’t at all look it. Her name was Olivia and we talked about general topics. Then one day she asked me: “how do you feel about bondage?”

Just Another Box

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

Author's Note: Warning: A small part of the below story involves a child unwittingly playing with a remote control that is connected to an unseen adult woman. At NO point does the child see anything inappropriate nor is he seen in any inappropriate way. At NO point is the child touched in anyway even remotely inappropriate nor does the child have any opportunity to touch anyone else in an inappropriate way. That said if you don’t want to read a story that includes a child in ANY way, regardless of how innocently, you should avoid this story.

Just Good Friends

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

So I’ll start off by saying that I’m not just a closet bondage enthusiast. Not at all. I’m to the point where I can barely say the words “tied” and “up” even when referring to a sporting event. Believe me, if I could make my own way out, I would, and I am trying. Sometimes it’s baby steps, sometimes it’s a BIG leap.

Take the time with Janine for example. I pretty much should’ve just sat her down, looked her in the eye, and said, “Janine, I am a complete raving fanatic when it comes to bondage being tied in (excuse the pun) to sex.” But, instead, it was much, much less straightforward at least in my attitude and much, much…much more intense in my actions. Let’s start with Janine.

Just Perfect

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

Author's Note: This story was based on three pix from various artists at DA. Since then, I’ve recreated those images myself, using 3D art. These image can be found at Deviant Art, under the name TrystlsInk. My Trystl page has been permanently banned. The Visionsofdarkness website may also have a copy.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Boss

I was a real person once, with a life that was (at least partially) my own.

Kate’s Catch-22 Conundrum

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

Author's Note: (Catch-22: a situation in which a person is frustrated by a paradoxical rule or set of circumstances that precludes any attempt to escape from them)

Although Kate was loath to admit it, there was no getting away from the facts; the blame for the predicament that she found herself in right now was entirely her own. Although her initial remark had been uttered in complete innocence, her subsequent bragging - once the subject had become a topic for debate - was not only now being shown to have been a bad move on her part, but also proved that her initial claim to be able to achieve something that she’d never even attempted before, was merely a case of wishful thinking. And now her friends were teaching her a lesson.

Lack of Judgement

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

79997… 79998… 79999… 80000…

“God Damnit!” I yelled, kicking the metal chest, hurting my foot. “I knew I should have started in the other damn direction!”

Had I missed the correct digit ages ago? The mere thought of it almost made me feel sick. It has taken over two weeks working several hours a night to get this far. I had purposely gone slow to ensure no mistakes, in fact, several digits were double checked just to be sure. There was no way a missed a digit, but try telling your brain that when panic starts to set in.

Laura

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

Chapter I

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

Life's Ups and Downs - Elevation and Despair

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

Author's Note: Naomi confronts a gang of thieves… and ends up experiencing the ups and downs of life.

Naomi smiled contentedly to herself as she folded the last sheet and placed it onto the pile in the storeroom. At last she had finished her shift and could begin to enjoy her three day break. It was the 27th of December in the hotel in which she worked as assistant head housekeeper, and all the Christmas guests had departed after their festive breaks. Now the hotel was closing down for four nights until the New Year’s Eve revellers arrived. It was four PM and Naomi had dismissed the other chambermaids half an hour ago and was preparing to leave herself. She had a surprise visit to see her parents planned, and had brought her luggage with her, so she had no reason to go back to the staff accommodation block, which was situated across the car park away from the main hotel building.

Lindsey Stirling And The Sex Doll Factory

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

As Lindsey gazed around the very industrial looking plastics and latex processing plant her head felt almost like it was on a swivel there was so much to look at. The tour guide she was with had told the group she was a part of to watch where they were going since there was no safety barriers put up yet. With so much to look at though Lindsey quickly got distracted and was not watching where she was going. As she gazed around she didn’t notice the sex doll conveyor belt in front of her. With a thud she fell down onto the hard and unforgiving belt. As it whisked her away she tried to scramble off the belt but found it had carried her far into the ceiling of the industrial plant so getting off of it was not an option. As she looked around to see what her options were she noticed the belt was ending hopefully she would be able to escape her predicament. With a gentle thud she fell to the ground of this new room as she looked around the room she the first thing she noticed was that she was in a room full of vaguely female looking plastic blanks, the second thing she noticed was that there was clearly no exit to this room.

Louisa's Summer Holiday

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

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well.

Mistaken Identity

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

“I really don’t know how these people do it.” thinking to myself. It had been 30 minutes since I passed the last sign of civilization if you want to call a single pump gas station civilization. “I bet they don’t even take credit cards!” I ranted. I was starting to regret accepting my friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in Maine. I never could quite understand what the thrill of driving 3 hours to a cabin just to get drunk was. I guess that is why I am here, I felt compelled to find out.

Moving Day

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

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.

“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.”

Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been.

My Mistreses Final Punishment

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

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My name is Misty and I’m a 27 year old bi-sexual female slave. I’m Owned by Mistress Gwen Gwen who is strict and ensures that I keep my body perfectly fit and healthy to the extreme. I had recently disobeyed in a very severe way, Mistress Gwen has forbid all of her female slaves from having sex with any of the male slaves and she caught me doing just that one afternoon. She kept me chained in the basement cells for weeks and I knew she was mad, but did not realize just how mad she was. She came in one morning and finally released me, promising that she was about to give me a very unusual session. I thought maybe her anger had passed in the weeks I had been locked down here, but I was mistaken.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

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

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

Nowhere Man

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

Author's Note: Be warned, this is again a pretty dark story about non-consent, slavery, extreme bondage and dehumanization. As always, please be aware: This is purely a work of fiction, I write this for fun and I do not do stuff like this in real, nor would I advise you to do this. Be nice to each other.

Comments, either on this website or, if you have interest in a discussion also per email, are strongly encouraged! I am interested in your feedback.

Oberon's Latest Acquisition

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

Author's Note: FORWARD: this story is collaboration, originally written as an online role play between my step daughter Tia and a lovely guy known as OBERON on the game Nabber’s Empire after reading there exchanges where Tia was using one of my Avatar bots was so impressed at her story writing and his role play that I asked if I could adapt and expand it to make it more story like.

One Last Time

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

Author's Note: The sequel to Home Furnishings isn’t gelling at all, so I decided to shealve it and give everyone a little short story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

My name is Bob. I moved into the Ten Gables retirement community shortly after my 60th Birthday, and about eighteen months after my wife of thirty-five years passed away. We’d had a good marriage. Our two children were grown and leading their own lives at opposite ends of the country. I spent a few months with my son and his wife in New York after his mother died, and then a few more with my daughter, her husband and my two grandchildren in San Diego. Finally it was time to move on, so I went back home, cleaned out the huge, old house and, since neither of my children were interested in ever moving back to Wichita, put it up for sale.

Part-Time

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

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break.

Payback

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

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why?

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.

PDs Profession

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

Author's Note: Since I discovered this site I thought about contributing to its amazing content. This is my very first story and I welcome all feedback to improve my writing skills.

I plan to submit a sequel which will be written in the girls’ point of view after her wake up.

So please let me know any improvements which I should consider.

Background Story

It was still early in the morning, 6 o’clock when I got up. So I still had an hour to go before the package would arrive. Plenty of time to get ready. I took a shower and made myself ready for the day. When I got downstairs I paused and enjoyed the marvelous view out of my kitchen window. I was able to afford a pretty big house with a good amount of land around it. I smiled and said to myself “lucky bastard..”. I used to work in a hospital as a doctor. The payment was reasonable but all these extra hours pissed me off. Somehow I stumbled across my current profession. The payment is way better even though I only work about 20 hours a month at most.

Peace

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

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.

Chapter 1: Einführung

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Penalty Clause

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

When Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills.

The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

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

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

Police Demonstration: LA-TEX

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

Author's Note: I may write more if people show an interest

A shapely woman in a tight fitting grey silk blouse and a drum tight knee length skirt charcoal gray skirt stood behind a presentation stand she had long shapely legs that were covered in tight black stockings her feet were encased in a pair of paten black shoes with a five inch heel. She wore a pair of thin black glasses she had high cheek bones and long red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She spoke Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Officer Darla Crain; today we will be demonstrating the latest in restraint technology. A new evolution in suspect control and containment, this is the future. Officer Darla held up a sort of black semi translucent jelly shaped like a baton round, it looked like liquid latex but it was solid. It was obviously more substantial than it appeared she had a serious look on her face her large red lips flickered for a second and she continued, the object was about a foot long and three inches thick inside it seemed to shift and move like a larva lamp. This is our replacement to the messy and often controversial glue guns that are known to be indiscriminate short ranged and have caused a few tragic cases of Asphyxiation.

Predator and Prey

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

*It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines.

Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding

dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and

willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber*

immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her.

Reality Television Star

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

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

Return to Sender

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

Frank had been mystified by the phone call. He had not heard from Donna for nearly a year since they had split up and here she was cooing down the phone at him, asking him to call round. Weird!

They had had a tempestuous relationship. Donna was a demanding person in more senses of the word than one and Frank had finally been thrown out on his ear, with his suitcase of possessions not far behind, when Donna had found out about his little friendship with a girlfriend of Donna’s. So this sudden proffering of friendship made Frank a little suspicious. Still, what the hell, he got a hard-on just thinking about Donna. She was a sexy little minx and she milked a man something wicked.

Road Trip

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

Author’s note: This story may be continued. If you would like to see more post a comment saying so, and don’t forget to rate!

Capture

He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they’d be getting across the border sooner than they’d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he’d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen’s boyfriend.

Rose’s New Life

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

Author's Note: This is my first story so feel free to comment on what can be improved

Rose was a 18 year old girl with light brown hair living in New York With her mother and her sister. Rose was 5,1 feet tall and had a relatively slender build. The summer break had just started so she thought this would be a good day to lounge about in her night dress and watch TV while her mother and sister are out shopping for the day.

Rosie's Borneo Bind

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

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco

Part One - Bind

Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now.

Samantha's Cage

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

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback.

The First Day

For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity.

Satine the Dom

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

Satine was the most desired, most well compensated professional dominatrix in all of New York City. This was for a very good reason, as she was close to six feet tall, with long, straight fire red hair, massive, firm and natural tits, and a serious sadistic streak that she loved using on wealthy perverts.

Bob Eastwick was a wealthy pervert, except his tastes ran towards dominating women, not being dominated by them. He had noticed Satine over a year before, and had worked constantly over that time to find out everything about her. He knew that she genuinely hated men, that she worked in an upscale brothel located in a Soho, that she was fabulously wealthy with her lifestyle, and most importantly that she lived out on Long Island, in a large, ocean front house, with an assortment of women coming and going in her life. That discovery of her house, and also of her real name, (The not nearly as exotic Jennifer Monroe) allowed Eastwick to plot his obsession. To kidnap and take Satine and keep her as a bondage sex slave for as long as she remained beautiful.

Saving Ben

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

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin.

Secretly I Slave

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

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Seduction at Belinda's House

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

Author's Note: A sequel to ‘Seduction at the Old Gaol’ with James and Belinda, Sophie (Belinda’s grown up daughter) and Kate (Belinda’s friend).

Part 1

It was a few years later and Belinda and James were now living together. It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon and James had spent the day working from home.

“Hi darling, I’ve finished,” his smiling voice flowed freely through the intercom.

There was a short delay as Belinda’s bare feet skipped across the kitchen and retrieved her intercom from underneath a pile of washing.

Sexpo

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

Part 1

Kate and Emma arrived for the final day of the exhibition. The stand was set up as it had been for the last few days, with its big glossy pictures and its collection of shinny silver restraints and cages. As per the previous days, Emma took off her jeans and t-shirt so that she was wearing only her bright red bikini and high heels. She was tall, slim and tanned and had long blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. Kate managed the business side of the stall. She had dark hair and was more soberly dressed in smart jeans and a top.

Silver

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

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

Slave School - A Group XS Story

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

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great.

Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room.

Stacey

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

Author's Note: This is my first story, so please forgive any problems with it. I’m aware some things may be unrealistic, but I’m just hoping people enjoy what I’ve written.

Part 1 - Saturday

There was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn’t know, as though there was a chance it wasn’t her and I was hoping it was.

Stone Gardens Incarceration System

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

Author's Note: This is a description of a fictional system for incarcerating and reforming criminals. I tried to create a system that completely controls every aspect of a persons existence. The most intense bondage experience possible.

Incarceration is a massive expense for any modern country that wishes to maintain justice, peace and order. The main goals of incarceration are to prevent recidivism, act as a deterrent to potential criminals and protect public safety.

Surprise Package

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

Chapter 1

Since reading a great fetish story I have always wanted these special pair of heels. They are special because they lock you in and you can not get out. There are mechanisms that zap you and make it so you have to stay in. The heels are a high arc 5" stiletto. I have told my partner I wanted them, but he could not find them anywhere.

Then just like I was in the story, the shoes came in a package for me. Of course I put them on because I’ve wanted them so badly. Mine were different then the ones in the story. They were all black patent and came to my thighs, and they were ballet heels! 8"!! A note was included it said I was required put on everything that came in the mail for me. The things that came were extremely sexy. I received latex dresses, many catsuits, and a lot more latex items.

T-Immobile

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

Author's Note: Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy.

“And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.”

Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects.

Tables Turned

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

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie

As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.

Taken and Sold

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

Author's Note: This will be my first published story if you like it and want to read more let me know if enough interest it might inspire me to release part 2,I know my writing style isn’t brilliant and possible quite a few typo’s but forgive a poor girl these things for sake of her storytelling and to keep it in line with the role play sessions I had on the MMO

Taking Jenny

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

PROLOG: Tell me a story

Jenny lay back against the bed’s wooden footboard. I’d decided to keep the leather body harness on her – while technically unbound, the straps were tight and were easily embedded in her soft skin. I reached over and poured her another brandy, but I could tell by her eyes that she was close to stepping into sleepy land. We’d been fucking each other for going on six hours straight, me on top slapping her wonderful ass with the leather flogger, her tightening ropes that held me spread-eagled to the bed. This girl could think up the most horrid things to do to the male body whether she really followed through or not – in Jenny’s world, when you’re tied you’re just a product to be dealt with.

Tammy's Bondage Application

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

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen.

James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her.

Tammy's Valentine Bind

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

Tammy Lynette Dufrane sat frozen at her desk. She blankly stared at the 9-inch view screen on the portable DVD player in front of her. It had mysteriously appeared on her desk while she and her secretary had been called to the conference room for the daily morning powwow. No explanation of who it was from, just a card with the words ‘FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’ slid under the white bow and ribbon that decorated the heart shaped bright red box it came in. Two layers of her favorite caramel filled chocolates surrounded the player and filled the rest of the 2-inch deep box.

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 Abduction of Amanda

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

Author's Note: this a milder more in depth version of a another story i wrote called taken and sold. if enough people like chapter one i will hopefully publish chapter two but that’s down to you folks as i am new to writing and only want to make what others enjoy reading

_Update (2012/11/16):* this my second attempt at writing a story a milder version of my take nand sold working into it more gently hope you like it better than my first attempt. Remember some parts may sound strange but they were written in game form to be descriptive to my partner player over e mail.*

The Abduction of Amanda 2: Taken and Sold

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

Author's Note: This my third posted story under my bondage modeling name this time as I model for bound Kathy and friends and on fetlife.

The way it is written may seem strange but please bear with me i have done it as i would replies to the online game i play from my perspective as the story is based on a game my hubby ran

Chapter One: The Abduction

The Art Thief

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

Author's Note: Please leave comments/criticisms. I do take them onboard and use them to hopefully improve each time.

Synopsis: Undercover agent is captured by the very thief she is investigating. She soon finds herself trapped in a customised suit of armour and joins his collection.

Warning - heavy bondage included, especially involving the girls breasts.

I will stress that this is pure fantasy and not intended to be realistic in any way.

The Attic

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

“Come on! Last one in the house sucks pond slime!” Keri smacked the back of Todd’s bathing suit and dashed for the back door of the cabin.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one!” Todd chuckled and took off after her. He tiptoe-jogged across the sharp gravel of the driveway in his barefeet. “Damn!” he thought “I should have brought thongs like Keri”.

Watching her long gorgeous legs race across the lawn, he realized he probably wasn’t going to catch her before the house. They were both still a little damp from their plunge into the lake, she in her cute little peach bikini, him in his blue swimming trunks. Charging after her, he took the steps up to the porch three at a time, finally catching her as they raced through the French doors on the back of the house and tackling her down onto the living room couch.

The Best Christmas Present Ever

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

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Box

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

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn’t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.

The Box

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

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

The Box

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

Part 1

Kate had been the latest addition to the house-share. She was in her mid-twenties, reasonably attractive, with a good figure. She always dressed casually in blue jeans and casual tops. Brad and the other housemate, Andrea, had chosen her for the house only a month earlier. In that time Brad and Kate had got on passably, but had had disagreements on a number of subjects.

Kate had in her room a large very solid wooden box, which Brad had had to help carry up the stairs when she arrived. The box was made out of oak, with brass fittings and had a number of small holes drilled into the sides.

The Boxes

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

The Boxes By J storycodes: Sbf; M/f; latex; bodybag; boxed; cons; XX

As you come walking into the house you see a note and 4 boxes

The note says:

Dearest slave,

You see before you the boxes of your plight tonight and what you will be wearing is in those 4 boxes. But first you must shave your body clean, and give yourself a series of enemas to make sure you are good and cleaned out, you will be in the contents of the boxes for the weekend. Now go and do as I say. There will be other notes in the boxes detailing what to do next.

The Capsule

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

Author's Note: Based on characters from a series of similarly sick stories written by a friend (never posted online)

Wendy and her legion of very sexy, yet very twisted, friends led Jack from his cell down a long corridor. After nearly 10 minutes they arrived at their destination. On the door was a small brass plaque engraved only with the phrase “Capsule Room”.

Having been held captive for five weeks now, Jack was weak from exhaustion and, despite his immense fear of his upcoming Lesson in Control, was unable to escape from the clutches of the tall and muscular nurses who held his arms behind him. He wanted to bolt from their iron-clad grips and run down the hall, diving out a window of The Clinic if needed, just to end this continuous series of horrifying sexual medical trials with him as the sole male subject. He didn’t care that his mouth was gagged. If he was free from these insane women, he could run away into the nearby woods and remove it. Jack was not even bothered that he was completely bare and sporting a gigantic erection, maintained that way for over a month now by endless injections of Viagra and Levitra. These drugs were working overtime in a reproductive system that emphatically didn’t need them. In fact, being a tad depraved himself, his treatment at the Clinic would have inspired a permanent hard-on even without this constant chemical enhancement, but his captors were never going to err on the side of caution. So, his penis was swollen to more than twice its usual maximum size and grossly discoloured.

The Collectors Apprentice

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

Author's Note: This takes place in the same world as my first story, “The Foundation Slave”, but focusing on a different aspect of it.

This story explores how The Foundation collects it’s slaves through teams of highly trained personnel known as “collectors”. A pair of collectors are on a job when their best laid plans get complicated.

Chapter 1

Gregory sipped his coffee and waited, patiently, for Connie to finish reading the target file. After a few minutes she closed the file and looked up. “This is good work everything seems to be here.”

The Country Weekend

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

Author's Note: A quiet weekend in a country mansion that radically changed a young couples’ life…

1. A Victorian Evening…

‘Turn left’ purred the navigation system’s seductive female voice and he obediently turned into a narrow country lane. The winding lane was hemmed in between grey stone walls and widened only now and then. The walls restricted his view to the next twist in the road so he slowed down and silently prayed there would be no oncoming traffic. When the road abruptly ended, in front of a firmly locked steel gate in a high stone wall, he let out a sigh of relief while the navigation system cooed ‘you have reached your destination!’

The Display Model

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

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “it is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.”

Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist.

The Dominatrix Games

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

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading!

The Factory

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

Author's Note: This is the first story I’ve written - so be nice! Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

When Jessica came to her head was foggy. As she took in her surroundings she tried to clear her mind to remember the events that had led to her being in the predicament she was now in.

She had left work a little later than usual, around 5pm and began her usual walk to the train station. She had her headphones on full blast, like every day when she made her journey, she hated hearing the outside world and preferred to be lost in a world filled with music where every word had a meaning and told her a story. It stopped the boredom more than anything.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Convention

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

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery.

Chapter 1

Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again.

The Good Education

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

Not bad for being forty four. Other moms at my age are fat, puffy-eyed, semi bald and depressed. I was fit, B cups, dark brown eyes one meter sixty-five. I keep a good tan as I use an UVA sunbed on a beauty parlor. My dark brown hair was very short, boyish, with a very short fringe. Like a young Kate Beckinsale in Uncovered. Dian is the name. The key is keep doing exercises. I was thinking about thess things while I looked at my reflection on the mirror.

The Hotel

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

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The Kingdom

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

Author's Note: The Renaissance Faire never really closes…

Prologue

The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded its demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity.

But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members.

The Machine

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

Part 1

It had arrived by truck that morning. The delivery men had struggled to lift the crate off the truck and get it onto the moving trolley. After considerable effort they managed to move it into the space provided in the garage. After the movers had left, she looked at it and opened the attached envelope. It read:

“Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X”

The Mask

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

Author's Note: Synopsis:

Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware.

P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me.

“For they have seen the King appearing in power

As a god who lives on his fathers

And feeds on his mothers

The Mermaid

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

Author's Note: I’m not sure when I had this idea, I’m even sure how good it is. There seems a lot less sex, bondage and orgasms that I’d normally put in my stories but I think something about the situation is quite erotic.

I’d be very interested to know what you think and if you have any other ideas for these entertainers. As it is I’m not planning a Part 2, however if the response is good I may be persuaded to continue!

The New Lindsey Davidson

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

Lindsey Stirling had just left Panera Bread after getting her favorite breakfast dish there. As she was walking out a man comes up behind her and uses chloroform to knock her out.

A few hours later she wakes up naked and with her hair in a ponytail in an abandoned looking wheelhouse full of machinery. Even though she can’t see outside she knows it’s nighttime due to it being quite chilly in the warehouse and due to her nipples being rock hard from exposure to the chilly air in the warehouse. As she begins to explore the warehouse she trips and falls onto a conveyor belt. Detecting an object on the belt the dormant machinery in the old motorcycle factory quickly comes to life.

The Penalty Box

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

Part 1

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

The Poker Game

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

Author's Note: This was written for someone on fetlife hence the perspective but ended up being significantly longer than I thought it would be so posting it on here as well. Already have plans on how I will continue this with at least another 3-4 parts so hope all enjoy.

Part 1

Just after midday your phone buzzes, the unexpected message tells you that something will be delivered shortly, that you are to wear it and be ready for 5pm. The next hour seems to pass slower than a full day as your brain runs in circles trying to deduce what the package could contain. You try and distract yourself with tv and your phone but it’s hopeless. Your mind has made you a prisoner to the unknown cardboard boxes. Finally there is a knock at the door and you rush to collect the collection of boxes. Opening the largest first, you see inside the folds of black material, with just the subtlest hint of shine to it. You pull out what you now realise is a dress. Holding it in front of yourself and examining it in the mirror you see that it’ll leave your shoulders bare and give a fair view of your cleavage, it’s short but not slutty short, ending half way down your thigh. The beautiful tight material will make you look sexy but classy, the other 2 boxes contain high black heels and a set of delicate but intricate panties, black and sliver straps wound together to circle between your legs and around you. The final small box you open slowly savouring the last moment of wild guessing as to its content. The lid lifts to reveal 2 red silicone balls the size of ping pong balls, a seconds confusion is removed as you recognise the marketing leaflet inside the box as one from a high end sex shop. Your confusion is quickly replaced with a hot blush as you know they will be inside you for the evening.

The Power of Magic

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

Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well.

Chapter 1

On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family.

The Princess and Her 7 Masters

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

Author's Note: This story will be darker than my previous stories, but everything will work out in the end.

And if you wonder what modern BDSM items are doing in a story with a medieval setting, don’t. Just relax and enjoy the hotness of it.

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

Princess Serena sighed as she stood after mopping the castle steps. She wiped the sweat off her brow and went to the pond to wash off her face and hands. The face looking back at her was covered with dirt and sweat. When she’d wiped it off, she saw skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood, highlighted by hair as black as night (even though it needed washing).

The Private Island

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

Author's Note: (This is series inspired by a short from Gromet’s Plaza: “The Box” by yourdbtop. It started as a writing experiment using only 1st and 2nd person pronouns, but I’ve been having too much fun with it since. I decided to share it piece by piece; if others enjoy it, perhaps I’ll keep going. Forewarning that while I love to be very descriptive, this is still a penned fantasy and not meant to be realistic. If you’re the type to complain about realism, consider leaving now.)

The Substitute Teacher

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

Author's Note: A relatively short introduction to Miss Garret’s first experience with bondage. Open to suggestions of where the story goes next.

Chapter 1: The Trap

Miss Garrett started her new school last Monday. She hated being a substitute teacher, always being the new girl and never getting the chance to settle in but it paid well and she had no other job options at the minute so she stuck at it in hope that something more permanent would become available.

Tighter Than Expected

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing for several years, after a couple of meagre attempts when I was younger. This is purely a fantasy scenario, so please excuse anything which may seem unrealistic. Any feedback is always welcome.

It had only been about 6 months ago that my girlfriend had left me on discovering my desires to be tightly wrapped and inescapably bound - a fascination that had grown and grown ever since I was a teenager, but has kept largely secret from anyone. It had been a rocky relationship to begin with, but the discovery of all the bondage sites on my internet history had been the last straw. She did not understand the fascination, and as the urges grew stronger it eventually drove us apart.

Total Darkness

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

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession

Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since.

Trading Spaces

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

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline)

As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life….

INGERDIENTS*: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.ACTIVE INGREDIENTS_: 1% Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline_

Violet Lovedoll

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

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving.

When Dreams Come True

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

Back Story

It all started in college. That’s when I met the girl of my dreams. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. However, she was in love with another man: my brother. But he didn’t love her. He had no desire to commit to just one woman and wanted to screw every one he met. But that didn’t stop her. So throughout college she pursued him. I always hoped she’d give up and realize there was a young man who wanted her in plain sight. But unfortunately, she came into some money and My Brother married her soon after, the damn opportunist.

White Slave Traders

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

Chapter 1

The sign in the window was still there. “Trainee models required. Thursday evenings 6:30 – 8:30 pm. No appointment necessary”.

Still I hesitated. My hair needed doing and I couldn’t afford a normal appointment at a salon. But still I hesitated. I was very proud of my hair, it was my best feature, and I didn’t want some new girl messing it up. I felt the long strands again and made up my mind, pushing open the door and going inside. There was a middle-aged woman sitting at the reception desk. She looked up and smiled as I approached and asked me if she could help. Of course the girls were properly supervised she assured me, and she was sure I would be very pleased with the results. Only partly reassured I nevertheless agreed to put my hair in their hands.

Wish Lists

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

Author's Note: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Working Late

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

Foreword

Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy.

- Rubberwolf

Chapter 1

At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief.

Zainab and the White Christmas

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

Author's Note: This is the 14th installment of my ongoing series, “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Come on, I bet one phone call and we could get be in the Bahamas by dinner,” Andrea said as she sat and watched Zainab pack.

“And as tempting as that is, you made me promise that I wouldn’t let you talk us out of going up to Megan’s place for Christmas,” she said without even breaking her stride.

Zed

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

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy! This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a while. Please, feel free to leave feedback.

Part 1: How We Got Here

Well, this is screwed up. I’m standing over the unconscious and naked body of the man I’ve always had unrequited feelings for And I have to make him disappear. How did it come to this….

Before we get to that, let me introduce myself and my…. let’s go with my paramour. My name is Timothy Martin, I’m 29 and I’m pretty bisexual. I’m 5'11, white with brown hair and dark brown eyes and I like to think I’m pretty good in the muscle department considering I work out regularly. Speaking of department, I work for the SPF, Singapore Police Force. I’m a Sergeant attached to the CID (basically the detectives) and I assist in their investigations by….filing paperwork and kicking down doors. Not the most glamorous job and definitely not why I became a cop but not as bad as it sounds. I also have an… alternative employer. The local friendly neighborhood mob pay very handsomely for information about potential arrests. Information I provide. In my defense I was raised by a mobster and they pushed me to be a cop specifically for this. Never had a choice, in my case. Enough about me, anyway, let me tell you about my… let’s be honest, my obsession.