Reluctant

Author's Note: This story was the inspiration for a weekend birthday celebration. Many of the activities described actually occurred. It was definitely the scene of a lifetime. The write up is not as extreme as some, because all of the events did or could have happened. Chapter 1: Arrival and Capture Friday, 7:30 P.M. The hallway clock sounded the half hour, and Robert was irritated. Alex was an hour and a half late. He didn’t want anyone to spend more than the minimum time required on food and drink. The majority of the food was prepared and needed only to be warmed and put out. But if Alex didn’t arrive soon, the guests would beat him here, and dinner, scheduled for 7:00, would be delayed at least an hour and then socializing and play wouldn’t get started until 10 or later. The scenario of wasting play time was close to his definition of misery. ...

Wanda smiled brightly as she stepped from the elevator, greeting her husband’s secretary. “Agnes!” She beamed. “Long time no see!” Agnes looked up and gasped. “Mrs. Cartwright! What a pleasant surprise!” Wanda shrugged. “They’re pulling asbestos out of the air vents in my office so suddenly I find myself with an afternoon off. I thought I’d surprise Harry. With our conflicting work schedules, we hardly ever see each other.” Agnes looked over her notes. “He’s at a meeting right now, but I think he’s free for lunch. He should be done in a half hour or so. Would you like to wait in his office?” ...

Hi my Name is Emily, I am 19 from the UK, I’m thin and have long blonde hair, I’m only 5ft 2 and have breasts that people often tell me are huge, I am a 32DD, my boyfriend is called Nate he is an attractive guy standing a tall 6 ft, he is Muscular and tanned, he has a perfect block of brown hair always gelled just right. We have always had a interest in bondage, usually me more so than him, Nate likes to play games with him, he likes more to just tease me. Our bondage collection was always pretty limited, we had rope and handcuffs and a rubbish ball gag but that was all, One day we both got a big tax rebate and decided to buy some things to play with, we bought 2 vibrators, one anal and one normal and a clit massarger, we also bought a chastity belt, a second pair of handcuffs, a good ball gag, a blind fold and some nipple clamps. When we recieved the package a few days later I couldn’t wait to play, I begged Nate for hours, but he refused saying he was to tired. ...

Author's Note: English is not my first or second language. This is my second story on long term chain bondage and harsh treatment to victim. Please excuse me for grammatical mistakes and misspells. Also try to comment on the improvement you like to see in my next story. Inspector Roy finally got solid information about Layla. He was chasing her for last six months. There were several cases and arrest warrant against her name on cheating, misusing public money etc. She was the secretary of Mr Robin Bose who used to run a company called Max financial services. They took people’s money in West Bengal, India, in the name of investments. They promised very good return and even bribed some ministers to advertise for them. After collecting almost 150 billion INR in two years one fine day they closed their offices and ran off. Police had no clue where the boss and the secretory was hiding until they found Mr Bose’s body in a hotel in Kashmir. Mr Bose had killed himself when he understood that there is nowhere to hide anymore. Investigating officer Roy found his call records and got clues that his 25 years old beautiful secretory is hiding in a small motel in Daman and Deu, the smallest state in India. Roy was in a nearer state with no team with him. But he took the risk when the information came to him and went alone to arrest her. ...

During the past week Derek and Ginger discussed moving in together. Definitely a precursor to marriage. While Ginger expressed willingness, two months were left on her lease and Derek’s studio apartment was too small. They agreed to investigate alternatives. On Friday, in celebration of their six-month anniversary, Derek took Ginger to an upscale restaurant for dinner. Ginger felt a bit naughty and bought a dress especially for the evening. She wanted to dress to impress Derek and demonstrate her appreciation for his love and attention. Her pale pink dress was an architectural marvel which displayed her curvature with style and taste while never failing to simultaneously emote sexuality and desire. The back of the dress was another issue altogether. The back of the dress didn’t exist. The only thing displayed from Ginger’s bare shoulders all the way down to the cleft of her ass was skin. The magic trick was a delicate silver chain across her back that kept the dress from falling away from the front of her body. ...

She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of course. She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at her elbows and wrists, forcing her breast forward. ...

Author's Note: Some stories are too wild to be believed. “Holy shit, man! You’re never gonna freakin’ believe this! Let’s get a table near the back. I know there’s no one here, but I don’t need anyone else hearing this. Yes, way in the back. I’m telling you, man, this really happened! Ture story! Okay, okay! I’m calming down. Do you have that thing on? I want to get all this down before I forget any of it. Although I don’t think I’m gonna forget this for a long time.” ...

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think. You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies. ...

Author's Note: Please note that I have Dyslexia so I appologise for any issues people have reading this story. As my punctuation and my paragraphs may not be good. This is a fictional story and my first so please enjoy. Part 1 My name is Sharia I am tall with long brown hair and slim to medium build depending on the angle of the light haha. I would like to tell you a story about something that happened to me when I was 18 and I moved into my own flat. ...

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story over a decade ago and it was included in my first published book. The book is no longer in print, so I’m offering the story here for free. Enjoy and comment as you will. Bondage blessings to you all. Part 1 All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset. ...