Sensorydep on Utopia Stories Library

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways.

A Complete Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want.

Prologue

Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone.

**ring**

Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer.

A Dangerous Con

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Every plan has a risk of failure. Every plan has unintended consequences. But sometimes the risk and consequences are so great that the plan should have never been undertaken.

Who would have thought that China would be the vehicle that brought the world economy not just to its knees, but flat on its face? They called it the bursting of the real estate bubble. As it turned out over half of China’s economic boom was based upon real estate development. Development that continued long past the time it was clear that there was no one to occupy the properties being built. Huge modern high-tech ghost towns sprung up replacing farmland and then grew as if waiting for some alien visitors to appear and move in.But, there was no one to take the space and although millions lived in abject poverty they had neither the desire nor the ability to move into these newly created areas.

A Day of Firsts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of part fiction, part real. The leather straitjacket is real, but the pegging is still out there. Give me time.:)

A second story is in the works. Same two people.

It was one of those rare nights when I actually sleep well. I knew from the night before today would be a special day and considering we had not done anything in the area of play in some time, I knew Domina had a major idea for me, I just did not realize at the time just what exactly it was. I normally sleep in my chastity cage, but last night, Domina neglected to put it on me. I really didn’t think anything of it at the time.

A Day to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. Most of the activities in this story have actually happened, although not necessarily at the same time.

A Piece of Art

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two sisters become a beautiful decoration for a wealthy, sadistic woman

They were sisters. They had to be sisters. That’s what she wanted. And she was used to getting exactly what she wanted. Money was never an issue. Her agents had been trucking them for a few months and when the time was right they made sure no one would search for them. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt’s house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial “encouragement”.

A Tale of Two Switches

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two switches fall in love and this is the first of hopefully many stories about their double-the-fun sex life

She knew what she was getting into, but he was such a good guy, did it really matter? She didn’t think so. Just because he was a bit kinkier than she realized, didn’t mean it would be a bad thing for them. It would definitely keep their sex life interesting for a very long time. Their relationship was new, but solid and she was excited to have another avenue to play. At first it was fairly harmless, a pair of cuffs here, a panty gag there. It was fun and new and exciting and harmless.

Agobend Univeristy: Kate's Hazing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty.

Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself.

Agreements and Pets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

All He Ever Wanted...And Then Some!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

He could barely breathe. It had been a struggle for who knows how long now. It felt like hours, but could have been 15 minutes for all he knew. The only thing he was focused on besides not passing out, was that he’d asked for this and it was too late to turn back now. His mind drifted back to how this started…

She knew he was kinky, maybe not to the extent she was about to find out as their weekend together approached. They’d been together a long time now and played around a little bit with role playing and used a pair of handcuffs now and then. That was about it. She enjoyed it but he’d always wanted to keep trying weirder stuff. Sometimes she would, other times she just shied away from it.

An Unexpected Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!”

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Are You Game?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kayla was such a nice simple gal, you would never imagine that she loved being tied up during sex and played with. Her recent boyfriend had introduced her to the powers of breath play and Kayla could not believe the intense orgasms that came from the different situations that Shane would come up with.

Shane loved Kayla he loved pushing her to the edge, and the more he pushed her it seemed the more she loved it. He had recently been acquiring some suits and equipment online for a play session he had in store for her keeping it to himself for a private play session behind closed doors. He really wanted to surprise Kayla and to lay all the items on the bed so her mind could contemplate what strict bondage situation she would be put into.

Betrayal: Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up.

The story is true, non fiction.

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road.

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Blinded By Heat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a captioned image that I found while browsing the internet. I also took some (read: a lot of) artistic freedom with it, but the basic idea is the same.

Chapter 1

Mariah awoke to the sound of the alarm on her phone going off. The heavy curtains drawn over her bedroom window gave no indication of the late morning sun they blocked out. Her room was dead quiet. A fan set up in the corner of the room sat idly by, waiting for even the faintest breeze to move its blades. The rest of the small house she shared with her roommate Brittany was equally still.

Bondage Lover's Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Bondage Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1.

Chapter 1 - The Massage

Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement.

Brittany Serves a Crowd

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany’s Training

“Goodnight, hope to see you next time.” Theresa said as the last of the guests left the house. Then she shut the door and removed her black latex corset and panties, handing the panties to her slave Alyssa. Alyssa looked at the panties, which were covered in sweat, pussy juice, and cum. “Mmmm” she said as she licked the shiny latex clean of all Theresa’s fluids. “Don’t get too full hehe” Theresa giggled as she watched her slave. “I won’t Mistress, I haven’t forgotten about our fuck toy.” Alyssa said as she looked at Brittany.

Caught In Self Bondage....And A Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Total fiction of course……and I have left out some detail to keep the narrative flowing but I hope that doesn’t spoil the effect of the story for you.

This is the tale of a man who has spent years keeping his selfbondage secret from everyone…..even his girlfriend with whom he plays kinky games in a basement dungeon at her house. Then one day, she comes home early amd catches him in the act…

Coal Faced

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the tale of a fantasy that goes wrong in a small way but enough to scare the hell out of the young lady in question.

I suppose there must be the obligatory who am I bit!

I am tall, slim, blond, gorgeous, sexy, attractive, irresistible and female!!!

No I’m only kidding! I am female, and I suppose reasonably attractive, being slightly built, but with a little, but cute chest. I have nice long wavy hair and longish legs & a very warped set of desire. I hope that will do, so on to my story.

Coming of Age (Enslavement - Book 1)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of betrayal, enslavement, hope and desperation. It is actually the first in a series of stories involving a young woman who after being cheated of her inheritance by a conniving guardian is sold into slavery.

For Esme the coach ride had been thrilling. It was three days in a public coach to Bacau. But for the last six years Esme had not been in a coach at all. She had not been in a city. She had not been out in the world, so she had not had contact with young men. As the coach bumped lurched and shook over what passed as a highway, Esme flirted, and engage the young cavalry Captain sitting across from her in conversation.

Danielle's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

Delicious Restraint

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Ever Increasing Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy.

The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded.

Gimpy Waited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was written for a podcast to be read on October 25, 2020 by Enchantrix Harper. https://www.spreaker.com/user/cock-radio/ws-228-listener-stories-and-tarot. The requirement was that it was to be less than 1500 words.

Gimpy waited.

It had completely lost track of time. It couldn’t remember the last time that it had been allowed to see. The thick, form fitting leather surrounding his head completely blocked any possibility of vision. The layers of leather encasing its head and it’s features had been something that it had come to terms with, but the loss of it’s sight at the will of it’s owner seemed like days ago.

Green Meadows

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was already late. The sun was about to cross the line of the horizon. Samuel would be about to pick me up soon. I wanted a few more minutes. Always a few more. It had been raining the same morning. The wet grass tickled my thighs and buttocks.

I could hear footsteps at my back. He surely would help me getting up. It was a part of his job, after all, but I’d rather do it by myself. It took me a lot of time figuring out how. With my arms bound at my back and a chain between my ankles even the most simple task could be pretty hard. The key was having a bit of help from a dear friend.

Hermione Descends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In early 2014, Bundle Adjuster released Hermione and the Fairy. In mid 2017, thepinkbishop released Hermione and the Fairy Briedel, which picks up our heroine six months later. I highly recommend both. This story bridges the two, starting the day after Hermione and the Fairy. Obviously, it departs from canon.

Part 1

Hermione stretched after she woke from her long and deep slumber. She squirmed under her satin sheet, relishing the feel against her bare skin, her nipples singing in joy. She usually slept in a night shirt, but for some reason had opted to sleep nude. The memories of her previous day rushed back. She glanced under the sheet to verify that the chain was still attached to her nipples. Her poor, tortured nipples, still pierced by the golden ring. Second priority of the day would be getting them off. The first priority of the day was getting off.

His Perfect Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5 (added: 2018/11/10)

Simon had planned a holiday with Lena, a week cruising along the Eastern Australian coastline in a caravan. It would also be an opportunity to put Rose into some serious mummification bondage.

He started prepping the night before. With all the luggage packed up and ready, he shifted his attention to Rose. She had just been showered and cleaned by Lena, Simon grinned as he admired the contrast between her scant 22-inch waist and the twin hemispheres of her unnaturally firm E-cup breast, flowing down to her shapely ass and long, slender legs. Next to Rose was a pile of latex clothing, bundles of electrodes and power supplies, and finally a small mountain of tape and vetwrap bandage. Simon had explained to Rose, in detail, how she would spend the next six days.

If Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage.

All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her.

Jessicka's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive.

This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass.

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Just Perfect

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was based on three pix from various artists at DA. Since then, I’ve recreated those images myself, using 3D art. These image can be found at Deviant Art, under the name TrystlsInk. My Trystl page has been permanently banned. The Visionsofdarkness website may also have a copy.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Boss

I was a real person once, with a life that was (at least partially) my own.

Kate Gets Plastic Wrapped and Used

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked.

“Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach.

Kimiko Loves Puppies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Mattie Learns a Lesson

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it!

“Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said.

“I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered.

Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.”

My Favourite Website

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What you are about to read is an account of an adventure and since it happened some time ago, and I couldn’t take notes at the time, I have had to decide whether to embellish the story with made up memory, or leave out details that quite frankly were covered in a haze of lust and apprehension. I decided on leaving out details I can’t vouch for, and if you disagree then I’m sorry.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

No updates are planned at this time.

My name is John Doe.

I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible.

Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

My name is John Doe.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

Nameless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve actually never written anything besides school essays before so constructive criticism would be great. I’m always looking to improve my writing, especially in this manner.

“Well anyways, thanks so much for dropping off these documents, Anne. Have a safe trip home alright?”

“Of course, Dave, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Anne slipped away towards the driveway and with one final wave, Dave closed the door and walked back into his living room. He looked at the clock and saw it was about 6 o clock. Him and Anne had been sitting on the couch in the living room for about an hour having some drinks. Anne was always a great secretary and he enjoyed spending time with her. She had a great sense of humor and was fairly attractive as well

Nowhere Man

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Be warned, this is again a pretty dark story about non-consent, slavery, extreme bondage and dehumanization. As always, please be aware: This is purely a work of fiction, I write this for fun and I do not do stuff like this in real, nor would I advise you to do this. Be nice to each other.

Comments, either on this website or, if you have interest in a discussion also per email, are strongly encouraged! I am interested in your feedback.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy!

Part 1: Revealed

The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game.

Patient 2301

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios

Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past.

Remarkable Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Something I wrote a while back for another site. Thought I’d share

On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have said yes. This experience has turned out to be much more than what I expected. The amazing combination of discomfort- muscles and joints pulled into places where they don’t belong- and the tightness is almost too much.

My body is completely invaded… My mouth is open enough to breathe, though the hood blocks all but muffled sounds. I can’t speak because my face feels constricted, pressed tight all around by the delicious leather. The inescapable smell is enough to send me to the brink of orgasm.

Samantha's Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback.

The First Day

For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity.

Self Bondage Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story please let me know what you think and if I have the right tags and anyway to improve the next part.

‘Bing’ went my phone as I was pulling in the driveway of the pizza store to get a pizza for supper. The message was from Ella and it said ‘can you please come over and help me I have a problem?’ I replied ‘ya sure will be there in about 10 minutes with pizza as well if you want?’ Her reply took awhile and read ‘ok thanks.’

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

Side Vocation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Not recommended for the sane-minded person.

Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity.

In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react.

Slave School - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great.

Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room.

Slaves Retirement Facility

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What can you find in this story:

heavy non-consensual slaving as a reality in the world, a slaves retirement facility which is the pivot-point of all, Mafia, a little bit of James Bond, a little bit of Frankenstein, a little bit of the Avengers. It’s a fairy-tale or a myth about what can happen to the world of slavers when a very rich and heavy non-consensual slaver turns around and starts to feel sympathy. And about all this story wallows in the seductive fascination of rubber-dolls.

Sleep Night, Sleep Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won’t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.

Sophia and the Giving of Thanks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 12th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.

Sophie's Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just the start of something I hope to take much further, let me know what you think. R

Part One - Friday

5ft 6", 9 stone, the pitch black hair that usually hung to just below her shoulder blades was currently in a ponytail sticking out the top of a tight leather hood which fit her flawlessly. A bulge where you would guess her mouth to be confirmed the presence of her least favourite ball gag, a two and a half inch hard rubber ball that kept her mouth uncomfortably wide open. A series of black leather straps, two running along her cheeks buckling behind her head, and another under her chin with two from either side of her mouth joining above her nose and running along the top of her head, held the ball deep in her mouth. Underneath the form fitting hood was a pair of gorgeous brown eyes that were almost impossible to put a blindfold over, some similarly delicious cheek bones and a subtly angled jawline that was just as sexy in public as it was stretched out by a gag.

Spring Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

Sub-Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another quick burst of my fantasy, intended to get me back into the mood of writing. I’d love to hear any constructive criticism, as well as any ideas for future sequels or even separate stories.

He heard a splashing sound deep down in his head, which told him that he’d been lowered into the water, or rather dropped into it. The sensation was strange, he was floating for sure, he felt it, but he didn’t get wet; he didn’t feel the water on his skin. He of course was well aware of the latex layer between his skin and the water, but that didn’t prevent his brain from getting confused and playing tricks on him.

Switching

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this some time ago and never published it here. Since one of my other stories (Bitchin’) raised questions about the character Pete’s background - here are the answers. I hope it’s readable and I hope it’s fun.

“This is a joke.” Peter Folkerts was shocked, his face white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. “Miriam, you can’t seriously be asking me to do something like that!”

Tara's Ordeal...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is a two part story I wrote sometime back over on Fetlife, I decided that I would put both together to really make one complete story. I have included my original titles and just renamed the story so it has a bit of a flow to it. I have read it over many times myself and think I have found all my thrus and through so if I missed one sorry for that. It seems it’s my one crutch when composing a story. So I hope you enjoy Tara’s story…

The Blind Servant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Eve, a talented young chef, falls victim to a man’s thirst for power. He’ll turn her into the perfect house-maid.

SEARCHING FOR THE PART

Jack was always attracted to power. And even though he was just 28 years old, he had already gained a good amount of it. The kind of power that had made him rich enough to own a very comfortable apartment downtown. From the 12th floor he could look down at all the poor, weak souls that could never reach him and his status. He always felt like a king whenever he looked down that balcony.

The Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland.

Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays.

I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it’s left side.

The drive path is made of gravel like a country homes driveway.

The Cocoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s my first time writing a story involving bondage of any kind, please tell me if anything is wrong. Also openned to suggestions for the following part

It was the beginning of summer, and Ilia was watching through her window, anxiously waiting for her package to arrive. It had all started about 6 months ago, You see, Ilia had a Bondage fetish, she loved everything about being wrapped up in leather, latex or even just bound by ropes, sadly she had yet to find someone that shared her enthusiasm for it, so she lived alone on the house her parents left to her before they passed away. It was a nice house in the suburbs, the neighbors were really quiet and never actually made contact with her, she thought maybe they had something against her, since she worked as a ’entertainer’ at a club downtown, since she looked amazing,(having blonde hair and DD cups, accompanied by a very well endowed ass) and the people in the suburbs don’t really find those acts very…elegant.

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Five Foot Spreader-bar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self bondage can be dangerous so please be aware of this fact. Please do not try to imitate the scene.

A few weeks ago Peter measured, cut, sanded and made me a lovely long spreader bar for me to play with. It’s a thick wooden dowel rod five feet long with screw eyes in the ends and one in the centre of the bar. He painted it black for me and it has been drying in the garage all week, ready for me to play with. Now this spreader bar is only four to five inches smaller than me. So it would be a challenge how I was going to use it.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Task Force

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another story in the on-going “Foundation Chronicles” stories.

A young senator tries to gather political momentum to do something about all the women going missing. The Foundation is forced to take action against this potential threat.

Anne watched as ten, collared, and recently trained, slaves lined up for inspection. They stood straight at the shoulders, but with eyes downcast, as they were taught. They were naked, except for the metal collar that slaves of all ranks wore, even trustees like herself. Their bodies still bore the bruises and welts of her intense training program. A program, that chief of staff to the Prime Dom herself intended to scrutinize.

The Gingerbread House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment.

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder.

Chapter 1

kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners.

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Long Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to comment below.

My slave, Ai was kneeling in front of me, facing the corner, naked of course, ankles crossed, and hands behind her neck, wearing a collar, and leather wrist and ankle restraints, which was her standard slave “uniform”. It was the one year anniversary of our first bondage session. And tonight I had special plans for her - very special plans indeed.

The Long Road Ahead

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Been reading stories on this site for years and thought I would try to write my own. I’ve never been much of a writer, but what the hell, right? It’s all in good fun.

Chapter 1

“This place looks as good as any,” Caleb thought to himself as he pulled into the truck stop around 2 a.m. He had been on the road now for nearly three days, having been assigned to take the goods he was hauling from San Diego, California all the way to Boston, Massachusetts. Caleb had dropped out of college six years ago after failing most of his classes sophomore year, and had taken on the truck driving career, thinking it would be a good way to see the country.

The Rubber Shut In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Something I wrote sometime back on another site for a fellow rubberist. Certainly my longest story I have ever written.

Part One - Meeting

A knock at the door, a young woman named Sara walks to it and opens her front door. Standing before her a man dressed in a heavy overcoat, he is actually looking down a bit so Sara does not catch his eyes. He picks his head up slowly and looks at the young woman.

The Shed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a multi part story, that I write when I can’t sleep. I plan on having multiple parts across time, featuring Alicia as a PI and as a naive space adventurer. If this receives enough attention, I may begin working on it in the day :) Also, this isn’t by any way supposed to be historically correct, so just excuse any silliness/unrealism in the writing. I did my best to keep it plausible,however.

The Spy Rider

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I write for nothing more than your comments, good or bad. I hope that you all find this a compelling tale.

_Updated (2013/04/16):* Heartless is interred in a hard shell forced to see, hear, and feel everything that her doppelganger experiences as she returns to her Mistress.*

Updated (2013/05/22): This is the conclusion of this story. Thanks to Ms. Harrison for proofing my writing. Thanks to Absolutist for letting me steal bondage devices from his stories. Laysan suggests that a good song to listen to after reading this is this by The Thermals.

The Test Run (BMF Series)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Internet of things - why not integrate that with bondage? The technology is already there to make this device, I think it is more a question of liability and other legal issues. But technically absolutely doable.

Chapter 1, the Test Ride

Lucy could barely wait - but she had to. After delivery, the BMF required substantial setup. It also required ploughing through a lot of documentation, but eventually all was in order and system tests were complete. The new Bondage Master Frame was ready for its first ride.

The Uniform at University

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Katie and I am a freshman at an all-girls collage. My roommate and I both experimented with each other in our first semester and are now a couple. This particular collage has a very good reputation and has several companies that hire exclusively from its graduates. The college got bought by some rich business man and he had made some radical changes over winter break. First off tuition was now free. He was concerned with the amount of sex going on. Std’s were a problem as well as pregnancy and girls just being distracted. Any of these could lead a promising girl off her career track. He also thought that since uniforms help students do better in high school, they should be worn in college to. He wanted everyone to be judged on who they are and not just there looks. We were told we would be expelled if we did not comply with the new uniforms. We were told we would be provided all the clothing we needed. Since it was such a great school, it was worth any odd uniform request. We had to fill out an extensive contract over break. It mentioned punishments for misbehaving and restrains may be used as necessary to enforce good behavior. I never got in much trouble so I wasn’t worried.

The Van in 7A...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I will give credit where credit is due. I was given this idea from a woman who loved latex and breathplay and she was very specific about this what if scenario. I felt it was a great idea and took the time to write out the story with just a few of my own ideas thrown in. After reading it she loved it and I always felt it was one of my better stories. There is a second part to it but I will post just the first part and see what kind of response I get and if it is liked by many I will then take the time to post the second chapter. Please enjoy…

The Wrong House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret.

Chapter 1: The Break-In

The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist.

Thingy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’.

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work.

Times Have Changed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, and so short as a story that it may be too brief for many readers. But I had to get it out of my system :-) Comments and hints and corrections and your individual perspectives are welcome.

I apologize for any typos!

Chapter 1

At night her dreams are dark and she remembers the life she had, but more she feels how the old memories get more blurry. It scares her a little and at the same time feels good because she hopes that one day they might be just gone, and that would be less painful.

Tiny Event

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little story about an experience I had.

Act 1: Plans we make.

She looked herself up and down in the mirror, admiring her handwork, and could not resist a smile spread her lips as she saw herself an image of perfection. Tight black dress, barely covering her breasts and legs, held in place by a leather corset. An hourglass shape from the wildest dreams formed by the tight, breath-stopping, lacing. Her long legs covered in dark satin, held just an inch below her skirt with garters and ending in shiny, black stilettos, boosting her height beyond two meters.

Uneasy Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

She wakes up, slowly regaining consciousness, feeling like she had a long hard night that made her sleep until the afternoon.

Right away she feels the overwhelming pressure from inside of her. The pressure is so high it doesn’t remind her of anything she’d ever felt before, almost painful but most of all like she is going to burst. Also she feels very hot but there’s no sweaty feeling or wet clothing on her skin. She pulls off the covers, trying to turn the heat down.

Violet Lovedoll 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her.

As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned…

Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story!

It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after.

WWW.Live_Your_Dreams.Com

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One of Two

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”