Predicament

Author's Note: Here is my next attempt at some erotic fiction, I hope you enjoy it. At long last Susan felt she had perfected her “bicycle race” self-bondage scenario. She had an exercise bicycle set up in her workout room. It had a long USB cable connecting to her computer on the side of the room. The bicycle could send over statistics to the computer. Her computer program was going to wait until she had gone “ten miles” on the bike. At that point, it was going to release the door lock electromagnet she had mounted on the ceiling which held her key up. The key was tied with a long string to a hook directly over the bicycle, so when the magnet released, the key would fall into her reach from atop the bicycle. It doubled as a safety in case of power outage. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. If you like it, I will write more. Suzy was worried, not overly, but was concerned about what she saw as a misunderstanding. She would be able to sort it out; after all the police were only human. It started a couple of hours ago when Suzy left her office for the drive across town to her boyfriend’s apartment. She had taken this trip many times before and knew the short cuts to miss the traffic. This meant going through some children friendly residential areas but at this time of night, there were no children around so her journey was straightforward. The local council had passed laws stating that children had the right to enjoy the residential areas above all others. To Suzy this meant that she had to drive carefully to ensure that she didn’t run into any of the groups of kids that might be out. ...

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: This is my conclusion to Dr. Saavik’s unfinished story “Group XS” (written with his consent). Catherine’s friends and family have been taken by Group XS, and now she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into their web as they seek to exact their revenge. Introduction One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished ‘Group XS’ by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here’s a summary to help catch you up: ...

Part 1 this story contains bondage, torture and sexual explicit content. The story is for entertainment purposes only. It should only be read by persons of legal age and in areas where this material is legal… the bottom line ADULTS ONLY…all persons portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older…. this is a work of fiction…. if you don’t understand that seek help. Teen Fire and Teen Frost are my creations please do not use without my expressed permission ...

Chapter 1 Kara and Tara Bishop were stepsisters. At 18 years old, 5'4" and 110lbs both are extremely attractive girls with perfect tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls have perfect breasts if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart shaped asses. Both had modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies. It amazed most people who found that they were just stepsisters because they look so alike. The girls could very well have been sister’s even twins they even shared the same birthday. Both girls are currently freshman college students attending City College on gymnastic scholarships. They lived together in a small apartment off campus. Both of their parents had died in a car accident two years before their transformation. Insurance and the selling of their father’s business had left them both financially secure for life. Both girls loved to play beach volleyball and team Bishop was ranked nationally in the sport. ...

Author's Note: Emma’s attempts to escape from her kidnapper get a bit bogged down. Emma had very little recollection of her actual abduction, although the events leading up to her capture were etched indelibly in her mind. On the day in question, she had been attending her regular Tuesday evening yoga class at the local gym. Just after the class had finished and she was preparing to get changed and leave for home, however, her mobile phone had rung and she’d stepped out of the changing rooms and into the corridor to take the call. It had been an old friend calling and for several minutes the two women had chatted and caught up on all the latest news. In fact, so engrossed did she become in her conversation, that Emma lost track of time, and by the end of the call more than twenty five minutes had elapsed and she found that her fellow classmates had all left the premises. It was now just gone 10pm, which meant that the gym had now closed for the day and the caretaking staff would be waiting to lock up and go home. ...

Author's Note: This is a story of a bondage loving attorney who occasionally becomes a damsel in distress Update (07/31/11) - The continuing saga of a comely attorney who is crowned Hostage of the Year, (well actually Runner Up). If the Hostage cannot perform her duties, her Runner Up … Chapter 1 - Bait DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2007 TIME: 2:16 AM LOCATION: DAVIES NATATORIUM Raika Élan, Attorney-At-Law, floated passively in the water. A wet suit encased her body. Actually, the counselor wore two wetsuits and a large dildo filled her anus. The “full Aldridge” her captor quipped. Putting on this get up was difficult, but the added warmth slowed hypothermia in the frigid water. The rubber clung to her perky breasts as they heaved with each labored breath. Raika feared that each inhalation may be her final one. Despite the experience of her many misadventures, this time she confronted overwhelming dread. ...

Author's Note: True story. Ah Cindy, my little imp. If you have read our other stories, You know the deal here. We publish NOTHING that is not real and true. OK - this one took me completely by surprise. Good ol’ Cindy! She put a lot of planning into this one. Oh man, I mean a LOT of planning! I got home from work about 20 or so minutes before her (which is usually the case) and found an envelope taped to the door leading from the garage to the kitchen with my name on it in her handwriting. ...

Author's Note: Hi, this is something I have written as a stand alone story. For those of you who have read “Roped in for the Weekend” I am continuing that story and will be posting more in a few weeks. You can contact me at maid2btied at gmail dot com if you would like to comment on either story. Enjoy, Gabriella. I check the address on the invitation again as the cab pulls away leaving me standing alone on a deserted street. The invitation was elegant; like one you would get for a wedding, black cursive script on a white card. It read; ...