Predicament

Author's Note: This is a story I started telling someone about a fantasy of theirs. It mixes a few different scenes into one. I started writing one night and just kept working on it. It was enjoyable to write and hopefully as enjoyable to read. Part 1 Mary was a graduate student studying biology and worked in a local lab researching different species of bugs collected from around the world. She was single and despite a few online dates and random blind dates through friends, she was looking for something deeper in her life. Mary was a professional girl and at 25 she knew what she liked. She had a collection of toys including vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and gags. She just didn’t have someone to play with. She knew she needed to learn more about herself as well. She was too shy though to open up. She never has trouble getting dates and is quite attractive. Standing 5'6" with reddish brown hair, green eyes, thick lips, and cute dimples and freckles that she knew would bring a man to his knees when she smiled. She had C cup breasts that matched her grade A ass she worked so hard for at the gym. She had gained a few pounds to her athletic frame, which was due to not playing soccer as much as she did in college but was still in great shape. ...

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies. Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since. ...

Try before you buy: About six weeks ago I went into the local custom leather shop with some photos that I had downloaded of the Internet to order a pair of custom made bondage mittens. The sales area of the shop was small but was jam packed with bondage gear that was made in the back of the store. In addition to the store’s stock, they also took custom orders. Their web site had photos of their standard products that were sold on the floor and a section where customers modeled their custom orders. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to Gamma for inspiration. Part 1 He stood balanced, completely focused on -and frustrated by - his predicament. What made the sexual and physical torture worse, somehow, was the fact that he had put himself in this situation by his own hand, after careful planning. He had already had two huge orgasms that had shaken his body, and he was beginning to get physically exhausted as well as sexually drained. As another shock hit his testicles he moaned loudly, sweating, and leaned back again, realizing that his careful planning was to blame. Tugging on his release for what seemed like the millionth time, he groaned deeply when he realized that there was still no give in the cord. Let’s back up to the beginning of this adventure. ...

Chapter 1 She wakes up, slowly regaining consciousness, feeling like she had a long hard night that made her sleep until the afternoon. Right away she feels the overwhelming pressure from inside of her. The pressure is so high it doesn’t remind her of anything she’d ever felt before, almost painful but most of all like she is going to burst. Also she feels very hot but there’s no sweaty feeling or wet clothing on her skin. She pulls off the covers, trying to turn the heat down. ...

Author's Note: This story is largely real. It is compressed and addended with a few of my GF/BFF/Mistress/Slave’s (flavor of the week? Love of my life. You choose the acronym based on who is licking the boot.) latest fantasy/plans. Enjoy, and do email me if you’ve got something you’d think we should try. Her eyes wide with a mix of sarcastic humor, surprise and perhaps a little disgust “…just know this, there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me.” Call it famous first words? A year later, her comment on my PA is a funny memory. Mel, my Mistress and switch, is getting me read for our little party. But really brief background is in order. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on the vacation I wish I could take. Once Shelly gets home, things really change, but that’s for follow-up chapters! Chapter One It finally happened; my wife left me – on vacation – but not before she took everything I owned and put it all in storage. Well, not everything perhaps, but everything anyone would normally associate with being a man. Of course I agreed to it. I even helped pack all my male clothing and left nothing for an emergency because this was something I had wanted for a long time. ...

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here. ...

Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more. In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial, interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports. ...

Part 1 The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...