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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! ...

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. ...

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 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. ...

“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. ...

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. ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). 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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...