Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at [email protected]. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next. ...
Sandra sank further into the bath, the warm water lapping over her shapely frame. The marble lined tub filled to the brim with scalding water was the magnum opus of luxury. Dim lights accentuated by the flicker of candles and a faint scent of lavender completing the relaxing mood. The lavish expanse of the room, not a wall for meters in any direction from the opulent tub, contrasted heavily with her memory of the recent past. If only she could stay here forever, in this moment. But this was not her reward; this was her test. ...
Part 1 The door creaked open and an innocent-looking girl entered the room, flinching as the heavy metal door slammed back into place. She looked around the room uncertainly, perhaps wondering if she was in the right place. “Hello,” I greeted her, smiling serenely. Her eyes darted to me and a shy smile broke out across her features. “Uhh.. H-Hi, sir. Are you The Bondsman?” “That I am, girl. And you would be…?” ...
Author's Note: For Miss Patricia Recently online I found Miss Patricia. Other than what her profile states I don’t know much about her. I haven’t even seen a photo of her as her profile has only images of a sub bound in some rather delightful ways. The only description I have of her is that she is 44, 5'5" tall and is African American. Just some of the items listed in her profile include: Orgasm control, chastity, CBT, collars, bondage, queening, canes and crops, blindfolds… wait right there. Blindfolds and masks. That reminds me of one of my most exciting experiences. It involved my previous Mistress Rebekah. She recently moved about 1200 miles away so needless to say I am now available. ...
Part 1 He traveled to the hotel excited at seeing his friend. The plan was for him to check in while she was still at work. On arrival at the front desk, he gave his name. “Oh your girlfriend has already checked in at lunchtime here is you key card room 415”. “Thanks” he said and made his way to the lift. He messaged his friend to say at the hotel I see you already checked in? She instantly replied “yep had some spare time on my lunch break. Enjoy your surprise x” ...
Chapter 1 I made a big mistake, a BIG mistake. I thought it would be over quicker and so it would be easier. Wrong. How hard could it be? Oh my God! I had eight more days and after one day, actually 8 hours, I thought I was going to die. Let me explain… In 2033 the crime rate was sky high. The prisons were overflowing. So a law was passed that gave convicted criminals a choice, do much longer time than in the past or do much shorter time in a correctional facility where you would be punished during your sentence. The punishment was in keeping with your crime. For example, my crime was perjury; I was to be punished for speaking falsely so I was to be punished by being gagged. You don’t even want to know the punishment for prostitution, holy shit. Anyway I chose the punishment facility; I figured how hard could a gag be? This is my story of my first day. ...
Author's Note: Just one day in the life of a man who is utterly controlled. A male [pet for the delectation of women who are rather more than dominant! Controlled, not just by the women that enjoy a little service, but a system of automated and computer controlled slavery that watches and punishes automatically when transgressions are sensed. This longer tale was written originally to play with the idea of having an automated control system to take the heavy-loading from maintaining a sexual slave and leave just the pleasure of ownership. BTW, I did a little advert for the systems that are on show at the end of the tale. An amusing closing note… ...
Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy! Part 1 Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust. ...
Emma swore softly under her breath as the blare of the other car’s horn jerked her back to reality. She waved apologetically to the driver she’d cut off, and tried to concentrate harder on the road around her, blushing at her mistake. Not for the first time that morning she cursed the name of her boss at the Health and Safety Executive. When she’d been the most junior member of the inspection team, she’d accepted being sent on all the rotten inspection assignments as a price she had to pay to climb the ladder. But there were two other men on the team more junior than her now, and yet she was always the last to be consulted, always the one who got the inspections no-one else wanted. ...
Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration. It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home. Her whispered “Hello” greets My call. ...