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. ...
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. ...
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 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_ ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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 [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...
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. ...
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. ...