Reluctant

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments Nobody likes a big mouth. At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late. ...

Author's Note: This story is a little gentler than some of my prior efforts, though the domination by women is just as extreme; total control and ownership is the key; Permanent bondage of males in the progress of a female dominated world is its essence. A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity. ...

It was my boyfriend’s birthday and for a special treat I decided to give him a unique present - ME! I began by going shopping for the most drop dead, jaw dropping lingerie that money could buy, or at least within my budget. After trying on a variety of outfits I chose a skimpy black torsolette that hung from my breasts and hugged my curves down to my hips, suspenders held up very sheer stockings and my sex was just covered by the thin cloth of the G-string. His eye’s would pop out of his head when he saw me in these and my planned evening was just beginning. ...

Author's Note: This is part one of the story. Part 2 is currently being written. Enjoy. Part 1 I was sat at in my office at my work desk, idly wasting time going through the vast amount of pointless corporate emails that are sent on a daily basis. About 90% of these have me automatically clicking on the ‘delete’ button. I figure if it’s that important then the sender will ensure that I receive the message. With one eye on the emails and the other at the clock counting down the minutes until I can close down the computer and go home. ...

Part I - Background “Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex. Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform. “I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.” A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand. “Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor. ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to leave suggestions. Chapter 1 The Shop… or as its owner, Glenda styled it, the Boutique… was an old detached cottage placed well back form the street. Nothing marked it out as unusual or unique from any other business in the quiet street. The windows were tinted making it impossible to see what or who was inside. The only thing that made the building standing out from the rest of the street was a pretty hand-made sign with “Rose Acre Boutique” painted on. What exactly the Boutiques business was a mystery to anybody who happened to notice it. ...

Author's Note: I would like to thank those who helped proofread this work, and I especially appreciate Dannysuling (dannysuling.deviantart.com) and f-alexander (f-alexander.deviantart.com) for their valuable editorial contributions. Prologue From 2002-2005, Courtney Artison’s image was unavoidable in any grocery check-out line. She was the undisputed queen of the tabloids. Virtually every gossip magazine published a photograph of her with some insane headline, like “Courtney Secretly Gives Birth to Triplets! Uses Body Double to Hide Weight Gain!” or “Courtney’s Mystery Illness and Her Deathbed Confession!” ...

Author's Note: self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season. Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...

Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...

Author's Note: This is just a short personal fantasy that started life in a text exchange with a partner, and that I thought might be worth sharing, in case others enjoyed it too. It’s my first public writing on here, so go easy on me in the comments! I’m mummified head to toe in a hogtie position, feet planted into my bum cheeks, wrists bound together in the small of my back. My whole body is bound in layer upon layer of bondage tape, gaffer tape and electrical tape. You have inserted an electric egg in my ass, tied the wand to the tip of my cock underneath me (with all my weight pressing down on it) and are pretty pleased with the helpless sex worm you’ve created here. I’ve got headphones in but you haven’t turned them on yet, your aroma filled panties taped into my mouth, and there’s a helpless look in my eyes. ...