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Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned. This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure. ...

The sun was already beginning to warm the field behind the small, isolated cabin, burning off the cool and dew of the morning. The door opened, and a couple stepped out of the rustic cottage. They were both in their mid-twenties, obviously fit, similarly attired in cargo shorts, t-shirts and open-sided walking shoes. He was a full head taller than her, shirt and shorts loose; his exposed legs and arms displaying a wiry muscularity, hair shoulder length and dark brown. His attitude was enthusiastic, eyes bright and eager. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on a story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda. Although much of this story is my original work, I attempted to seek permission to write this story, but all of her known e-mail addresses are inactive. Part 1 Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me. ...

Author's Note: A fetish fantasy for people interested in permanent bondage and body modification. _Update (2012/09/11):* I’m aware that the previous parts have mostly set the stage for things to come; however, anticipation is often said to be half the pleasure. Hopefully, you won’t find the somewhat tedious descriptions of this part too much of a letdown. Maybe you have taken the opportunity to get your own fantasies going; if so, I’d love to hear about them!* ...

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission. Meeting Her I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse. ...

After a pleasant dinner (with a nice wine) at the colonial inn, Tom and I walked back into the park. The park was primarily a reconstruction of a village as it had been in colonial times. The park was closed for the night but there was nothing to hinder us wandering about on foot. As expected we appeared to be the solitary entrants. Aside from its “colonial” atmosphere it was little different from the parks we had frequented around our home town. Our evenings spent there were delightful as Tom would have me handcuffed to a tree, a pole or anything handy and stripped almost completely naked. I loved being helpless while he used his hands, lips and teeth on my body. It only took a few minutes of him sucking on my nipples or poking fingers in my pussy before I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Tom took advantage of my desperate need by forcing me to commit to letting him fuck me in the ass or letting him cum in my mouth and swallowing it all. Being completely helpless and exposed outdoors while his hands roamed all over me made me too horny to resist promising anything. ...

Chapter I The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university. Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty. Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself. ...

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. Living abroad can be a liberating experience, and Akiko had finally built up the courage to make one of her dreams come true. The exchange student would never have considered actually doing such a thing in her native Japan, but here in America, somehow everything seemed possible. Even those dark secrets you never share with anyone. She left her apartment wearing only a denim halter dress and sandals. The dress had a built-in bra so her small but pert breasts didn’t need any extra support. In her hand bag, she had only a chain, a padlock, and some duct tape acquired from a local hardware store. Around her wrist was an elastic band with the key to her apartment. Locking the door, she made off to the park. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. It has an open ending, and I might write a sequel when I get some free time and more good ideas. Amy went to the shop to buy a leather coat. The shop sells a wide variety of leather items, even some strange ones, and they aren’t separated much from the ordinary ones. Items are ordered so randomly that she has found the perfect coat near the leather corset, something resembling the corset but smaller and differently shaped, and a strange bag-like item that she couldn’t figure out what could it be. ...