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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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… ...

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. ...

*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. ...

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. ...