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Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done! Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them: ...

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: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide. ...

I hadn’t been to an undergraduate lecture for at least a decade, but this would prove to be one of my most memorable ever. The funny thing is, I’m long past being an undergrad nor have I enrolled in a new course as a mature student. One of my closest friends is a young college student. We met at a kink party a few months ago and made an immediate connection when we found out we had quiet a bit in common in both worlds. Unfortunately when we met I was an out-of-town visitor and I don’t live in the same state let alone the same city, much to our frustration. But, every now and then one of us manages a short visit. ...

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve! Prologue I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required. Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of ...

Part 1 I decided to write this story to tell how two entirely separate interests – my love of bondage and my boyfriend’s love of women in uniforms – combined to form something much more powerful and exciting than the constituent parts. My name is Gayle Travers and I’m a red-headed Welsh woman. In this country, that is a dictionary definition of ‘feisty’ – or, as we say here, stroppy bitch with attitude. When I was growing up, all my heroes were feisty women – on TV, in films, in books, in comics – and they were strong, assertive and independent, right up to the point where they were caught by the baddies (usually men) and tied up. In some cases, they escaped on their own but in most cases they had to be rescued by the hero. So when I was a kid, I always wanted to play with the boys and get tied up. If I managed to escape, that was great, I’d basically won my battle against the baddies. If I didn’t manage to escape, that was great too, as I had to suffer whatever punishment or torture they chose, whether it was tickling, being left tied up for hours or, on one memorable occasion, being lightly spanked. ...

Author's Note: Kelly and I go on our first movie date, and she finds out that she’s unstoppable. Kelly came to visit me again and says she wants to see a new movie that’s out called “Unstoppable”, well I’m ever the gracious host so I’m going to take her. What she doesn’t know yet is that I’m going to make sure that it’s an experience she won’t forget. I catch her getting out of the shower, before she even has a chance to grab her towel off the bar; I grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back. She starts mouthing off about needing to dry her hair, when I clamp my hand over her mouth and tell her sharply to shut up and mind her place. I turn her towards the vanity mirror and start drying her off, gently rubbing her body with the towel. She starts to relax and enjoy the sensual attention I giving her, caressing her smooth, soft skin with some extra love and caring as I reach her breasts. She moans softly as I work my way down her stomach and between her thighs, teasing her lightly with my fingers, before working down her legs to her feet. ...

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. ...

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master “Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.” With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body. ...

Author's Note: This is a story of a visit to a public library. Because I wanted to try a suggestion from a fan, I decided to embellish the story with an alternative although fictional ending. As always - I’m Danish and therefore not responsible for native English speaking peoples strange desire to have us all speak and write their language fluently. I have decided to refrain from furher proof reading of this particular story. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it. ...