Predicament

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it. _Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.* Chapter 1 I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear. ...

Author's Note: A teen goes looking for her missing older sister in a bondage club and allows herself to be enslaved by the Mistress of the club Chapter 1 Kendall hesitantly walked in through the front door to the club passing into a foyer. The walls on each side of the hallway were decorated with murals of nude woman bound in different positions with all types of materials. Some in leather, some in ropes, some in metal or wood with others bound in combinations of several different materials. All looked restrictive and some even painful. ...

Author's Note: Charlotte finds the attraction of the handcuffs too tempting to resist. Maybe she should have checked the whereabouts of the keys first! Charlotte found it difficult to avert her eyes from the handcuffs. Not one, not two, but three pairs of seemingly identical shiny metal shackles, just sitting there on top of the bookcase. Each bracelet lay open and welcoming. It was almost as if they were trying to entice her; calling out to her: ...

Author's Note: The premise: A dark, sinister tale of harsh injustice and vengeance in the medieval era. Loyalties will be tested, limits will be pushed, and lechery will run rampant - nothing is sacred in this supernatural tale of sexual depravity. Prologue: Plunged Into Pain A young woman swayed gently through the dank air of the cold dungeon cell. She was suspended by her ankles above a large clear cistern, her bare feet spread and locked against the cold stone ceiling by thick chains and heavy shackles. Her long crimson hair dangled just above the glistening pool, though it was already damp from the moist subterranean air around her. She could see her reflection in the glassy surface below: a pale girl stared back, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her countenance shivering with apprehension yet wearing the stoic expression of one who refused to give in to her fear. The only light in the dim cell came from two wall-mounted candles whose flames cast a soft glow across the girl’s naked form. Her chiselled figure and shapely curves taunted her, serving as unwelcome reminders of a time long past - a time when she would do the teasing and her body was revered as divine, not strung up like some hunk of meat. ...

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback! Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest. ...

Author's Note: Possibly not as brutal or non consensual as some previous feedback has suggested is preferred on this site but hopefully some of you will like it none-the-less. This story is all about consensual so if you are looking for rape/kidnapping/forced enslavement then don’t waste your time on this. If you like tight bondage, consensual BDSM and realistic predicaments then please read on and enjoy… As the loop tighten it was only the gag that stopped her fully voicing the sharp pain that shot through her trapped nipple. The gag in question was more demanding than any other Jenna had experienced - the larger than normal ring gag took effort to force behind her teeth, the leather strap around her head a formality as she would not be able to dislodge her oral intruder without her hands, and they were soon to be denied her. To make the gag more effective her tongue was pulled through the ring and held in place by a 6" stick top and bottom, joined each end by cable ties pulled tight enough to stop any chance of her escaping. Apart from drool, the only thing that was coming out of her mouth was unintelligible mumbles - nothing to disturb the neighbours. ...

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery. Chapter 1 Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again. ...

Part I He hadn’t really wanted to play this new game and anyway the two women were being very secretive as to what it really involved. Brad was sitting in the back of the car with Emma and Victoria in the front. Both women were in their mid-twenties, both slim and attractive and both in the aerobics class that Brad took each Friday evening. Victoria was wearing a pair of well fitting blue jeans and blouse; Emma was more casual in tight denim shorts and a t-shirt. Having had no plans for that evening, Brad agreed to spend the evening with them. ...

Author's Note: Mistress Simone is a real person and this is a fantasy she has. The Author originally wrote this story for her and is now publishing it to fulfill her fantasy. If you liked this story or have any feedback please write to me at: [email protected] I enjoy the feedback and it helps to make me a better writer. I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I did writing it. ...

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment. This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality. ...