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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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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 ...

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. ...

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. ...