Reluctant

Author's Note: This story is written as a stand-alone work. I labeled it “Part I” because there is room to add more. In addition to the tags that are available, other tags might also be appropriate: tease and denial, interracial, and CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). Should there ever be a Part II, I envision additional tags, many of which are alluded to in Part I but not actively incorporated in the story: chastity, games, tickling, toys, slavery, suspension, and watersports. ...

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena. Come on you bitch ! Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time. Just a few more steps. Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse. ...

Linda was really stuck this time. She had placed herself in a hogtie with handcuffs placed around wrists and ankles and the linking chains crossed to complete the hogtie. This did give her enough slack so that she would be able to squirm her way to the keys in the next room. To make the trip more interesting, she had placed a vibrating egg in her pussy, just turned to low to keep her constantly aroused, but (hopefully) not enough to cum. This was secured in place with a tight crotch rope that would stimulate her more (not necessarily pleasantly) as she squirmed to her escape keys. Nipple clamps with weights on small chains were also used to discourage her from struggling too fast to the keys. She needed to make slow, smooth movements so that the weights wouldn’t jerk on the clamps as she squirmed on her side. For added difficulty, she had blindfolded herself. ...

Author's Note: This is my 3rd and final story in my “Weekend With” trilogy. Our heroines are first taken, by their husbands, bound to a dumpy dive hamburger joint, where they wind up dancing topless with a bunch of soldiers. Jennifer and Sally have so much fun that they return to the same place bound, and dance topless with the same sailors for a short time. However, they are kidnapped and taken to a hotel, where the sailors have their way with them. ...

Chapter 1 What the heck happened to me? The last thing I remember was tripping on some LSD. I must have blacked out. I don’t remember leaving my house. Whose house am I in? This is a fancy room and a comfortable bed. I got off of the bed and walked over to the door. I look around the room and see a file with my name on it. What the hell is going on here? I might as well read my file. ...

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it. ...

Part 1 What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted. The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium. ...

_Author's Note: Please note that this is my first story and all constructive critism would be greatly appreciated. _edit* Thank you for all your support and comments, apologies for the long wait for the conclusion to the story* Chapter 1 Sophie was 18; she had looks that most women would die for. Her hair was a gorgeous brown colour which flowed to around 2 inches below her shoulder line. She had icy-blue eyes and a very slightly pale skin tone. She was still a bit depressed when her boyfriend dumped her for a girl whom Sophie did not like one bit. In order to cheer her up, her best friend Sammy had invited her to her house for the weekend as Sammy’s mother was visiting friends in the Lake District which, by train, was two hours away so there would be minimal disturbances from her for the duration. ...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story. Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing. ...

Part 1 I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week. Monday I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then… we’ll see. ...