Self-Bondage

Author's Note: I am very active in Second Life and have several novella length fetish fiction stories available there. So if you enjoyed this come into SL and say hi. Katrinka Karu!! Chapter 1 Chloe heard the staccato clicks of heels outside of her apartment and couldn’t resist hurrying to the door’s peephole to have a look. The building catered to wealthy, single patrons – the very reason Chloe chose it. Still single at thirty-something, she hoped to parlay her wealth and attractiveness into a long-term relationship. Unfortunately, the only other tenant on this floor was Mr. Jenkins, and while he was an attractive candidate, he seemed both reclusive and standoffish. She’d only spoken with him twice, and he seemed uninterested in her attentions. ...

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome, as are story ideas and possibly requests. Chapter One The creaky uneven wood floors make a staccato counterpoint to the click of her heels as she crossed the room. Dim shadows and whispers of passing cars on the snow-covered street add to the feeling of being alone and helpless. A few hours ago several customers had sorted through the racks of second hand clothing, but the doors were locked now and the old building had only one inhabitant. ...

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing. A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010 ...

Author's Note: Hi Folks, Latest from me. This already posted on Gromet’s site under a different author (still me) entitled Everything going Wright and Rosie in undiscovered Borneo. Regards, Shelley aka Wingco Part One - Bind Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now. ...

Author's Note: This story is part of the collection ‘The Bondage Tales’ that has been published with A1Adultebooks. It describes the nightmare experience of a female fetish sub in a bondage chair that goes wild… The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand. I leaned back in the black leather conference chair and felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs. Suddenly I found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures and my thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him… ...

Why didn’t I just read a book? The day had got off to a bad start wet cold and windy, and I should have taken this as an omen of things to come. I had a day off college but all my friends had classes. My family wouldn’t be home until early afternoon .So I decided to go for a swim, I had put on my tight speedo briefs, got dressed, picked up my towel and goggles and headed for the leisure centre, only to find it was closed due to a power cut. ...

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my full-length novel, SubmissiveLand: Sorority Sister Competition. Denise and two of her sorority sisters have entered into a competition of submission; and the winner gets to be sorority president for their University chapter in the following semester. The following excerpt comes from day 4 of the competition, just about halfway through the book. If you like the story, please consider purchasing the full length book. It’s only six bucks, and would go a long way to helping me finish the next book. You can find it on Amazon; just search “SubmissiveLand”. It should come right up. Hugs and kisses to all who visit and post on this site. XOXO -BDreamer ...

Why the hell wasn’t the maid coming down? I had placed her money on top of the note I had written; she could not possibly have missed it. I heard her walking about. She had finished using the vacuum cleaner, but still was not coming down. My note said to come down immediately. But perhaps, I thought hopefully, she only picked up her money at the end when she had finished cleaning. She would read it then. That must be it. ...

“Hi” said the girl. “Hello there” replied the startled but dignified looking older gentleman. “My name is Amy.” “I am Sam.” “It’s a sorority prank.” Amy answered the obvious question before it was asked. “I don’t usually take off all my clothes and handcuff myself to a public toilet.” “I hadn’t noticed the cuffs.” Sam stepped forward and looked behind Amy as she leaned forward. Her hands were fastened together by a set of handcuffs. Those cuffs in turn were tethered to the toilet’s silver plumbing by another set of handcuffs. As Sam stepped back, Amy extended her bare legs. Her ankles were also cuffed. ...

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :) Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more. ...