Christopher's Predicament

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish! The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago. ...

Circus Maximus

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...

Convincing Argument

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date. She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise. Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired. He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward. ...

Creating a Rubber Pony

Author's Note: Another round of ’training’ for the plague demoness Jessi; brought to you by the Dominatrix, Maus. Not a sequel to ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ per se, but simply another enjoyable moment in Jessicka’s training, with all new clothing and toys! The demoness had been living with this new-fangled collar for the better part of a month now, and every time it was ‘activated’, it surprised her - It seemed capable of doing anything, even thwarting her demonic powers at times. Jessicka is a plague and pestilence demon, a very rare type with a very specific usage that few demons or humans encounter - Though it happens that these type LACK ‘proper’ personality, great physical strength like most other demons, fire-based powers, but all the same fun brought on by a low sense of self-discipline. ...

Date Night

About a year ago I took a job five hours away from where my girlfriend and I had lived. I was off every weekend so I would come home every other weekend for the first few months. I became concerned for our relationship so I started to come home almost every weekend. We had our ups and downs but now a year later we are still together. One of my biggest concerns was that she would find someone else and leave me. ...

Devon Bondage Girl

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage … Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) ! Part 1 Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school. ...

Dian Taylor - Oh My God!

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage. Chapter 1: All About Me Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me. ...

Distractions

Author's Note: Tried to write something a little shorter He sat in the easy chair with his feet up, watching Remains of the Day. He took a sip of his Scotch on the rocks and replaced the glass on the end table. The balmy temperature of the living room allowed him to indulge in the comfort of bare feet, jeans and a simple, black t-shirt. He looked to his left. ...

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you. Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice. ...

Dorei

Author's Note: I’m a twenty-something from Europe, writing short stories and narrations (erotic and non-erotic) for several years. A longer narration of mine deals with certain Japanese elements. To get in the mood for a sequel, I wrote this short story. Box The box had arrived just in time. Nakamura’s two “gentlemen” went to work unloading it as soon as the garage’s roller shutter had closed behind the inconspicuous white delivery van. One of them I knew by name: Tanaka, a ridiculously muscular bloke in an ill-fitting jacket. He was beyond any doubt capable of dragging the box alone. Hence his scrawny new colleague was rather latching onto the wooden crate while it was pulled out of the van. ...