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Part 1 I had recently updated my Facebook and Twitter profiles since had purchased two new pairs of boots. One pair was knee high and the other pair was thigh high, both pairs had five-inch heels. My new profile pictures were of me wearing my bondage outfit. My bondage outfit consisted of a white spandex unitard, my black leather corset, my black leather opera length gloves, a black leather posture collar, a black leather mask and my new five-inch heel black leather thigh high boots. The white see through fabric of my spandex unitard was unable to hide my erection. I had purchased my unitard one size smaller so that the fabric would be tighter, slightly more see through and revealing. This, coupled with the fact that I had a slightly smaller that average penis, made for a thoroughly humiliating bondage outfit. ...

Part 1 Karin made the short walk from her flat to the train station and waited on the concourse as arranged. 8am was early for her to be up, but this was easy money. As a student she needed all the money she could get and easy money was her favourite kind. She stood at the agreed place, her feet fidgeting in her old tan boots, trying to stay warm. The cold winter air was blowing straight through her well worn blue denim jeans. Her silvery white jacket gave slightly more protection, but she still looked forward to getting back to her small flat to warm up. ...

Part 1 This story is set long, long ago, when infections could still be cured by antibiotics and HIV/AIDS was unknown. Some of the events are from different sessions, and some are completely fictional - I’ll leave you to decide which are which. In its heyday the Reeperbahn in Hamburg was one of the most sexually liberated places in Europe. There were many sex shops, brothels, and the infamous Herbertstrasse was closed to women because the “models” displayed themselves in windows. There were also a few live sex stage shows, and this story takes place in one of those. ...

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result… strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Part 1 Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove. ...

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . . I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back. ...

Author's Note: This is the continuing story of Paul/Paula, Janine and Layla. Introduction. Paul, Janine and Layla had played their special games several times since Layla’s discovery of Paula tied up in Paul’s home office. They even moved some of Paula’s clothes into Paul and Janine’s penthouse apartment in the City, and played there too. Chapter 1 Paul had caught the two girls whispering to each other several times over the last week, and each time he had asked what they were talking about, the two girls had told him it was just some girl talk, and nothing for him to worry about. The week had been uneventful and by Friday lunchtime Paul was ready for the long bank holiday weekend, he sat at his desk in the afternoon, with no real work to do, planning what he would do over the three days off. ...

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there… ...

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain. ...

Author's Note: A story about an aircraft mechanic that suddenly finds himself in a dire situation and a long, long way from home. Fortunately someone comes to his aid, but it doesn’t take long before he begins to wonder if it’s really worth it. Any criticism aimed at helping me become a better author is well appreciated. Smack! The wrench slipped, and even though Carl was pulling instead of pushing on it, his fingers still managed to be driven into a row a screw tails. The wrench few from his grasp, and he heard it go clattering off down the inside of the fuel tank, heading towards the fuselage of the airliner he was working on. ...

Emily’s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer’s day and since she hadn’t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn’t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers. ...