Slavery

It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him. Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: You can see a version of the story with illustrations at DeviantArt.com. Just search for Trystl, and it should come up. This is a story in the Hunting Season Universe, although (as promised) it’s not set on Renaldo’s Island, and the tone/mood is far different from Fanni’s story. 1 - Display Case The display case. I hate it. I hate the long hours of forced standing. I hate the cute little outfit they force me into. I hate the people who come to gawk at me. Most of all, I hate those who think they have a right to put me in here, trapped behind a cage of glass, like some animal in a zoo. Only zoo animals are, at least, allowed to pace back and forth. I’m forced to stand in agony, unable to move. ...

Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy. | |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare* “Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor. ...

Author's Note: Another of those pesky fairy tales, re-imagined Once upon a time, there was a magic forest - probably the same one Red Riding Hood’s grandma lived in, but at the other end - and in the forest lived three Bears. One day, they decided to go for a walk to get a bit of fresh air. Daddy Bear, who was the team’s quarterback, whistled a happy tune as he strolled along with Mummy Bear, the head cheerleader for the Chicago-based NFL franchise. Baby Bear wasn’t actually a Bear at all - she was a Cub, working in the front office as a receptionist. She was getting rather more fresh air than the other two, because she was naked, apart from the collar and cuffs she wore that marked her as the Bears’ sex slave. ...

Author's Note: With apologies to the late Aaron Spelling. This is a work of hard core fantasy. In the real world, this probably isn’t possible and would be just plain wrong. Enjoy it in that context please. This is my second story, using the great feedback from the first. Each chapter is intended to provide content of interest :) Chapter 1: All Aboard From the foot of the gangway, the ship didn’t look that big. It was maybe 500 feet long, stem to stern and of an older style. A modern cruise ship is all about balconies and wide open decks. From below, this one seemed to have nothing but small portholes and was all ship. This was my first concrete sign of what awaited. ...

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. ...

Author's Note: I was inspired to write this after reading news story about the wifi controlled chastity device that was taken over by a hacker leaving the wearer trapped in it. I changed the gender or the wearer and created this fantasy around a woman fascinated by the idea of chastity becoming enslaved by the vulnerability of modern technology. This is my first story here, so any feedback is welcome. If people like it, I will likely add to it in the near future. ...

Author's Note: Just a quickie story for Halloween - enjoy! Barbara studied the pile of materials on the table suspiciously, arms crossed and a doubtful look on her pretty face. Tucking her blonde hair behind her left ear, she picked up one of the plastic/latex items and studied it even more closely, turning it this way and that, then finally put it down and addressed the man standing quietly on the opposite side of the table. ...

_Author's Note: _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background. **If you have comments or suggestions please email [email protected].* Part 1 – The Background “What’s my schedule this afternoon?” Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather’s office. “There’s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.” Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, “Don’t schedule anything. We’re leaving at 3 pm.” Jennifer nodded and set Heather’s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk. ...