Jess woke up in a daze. She tried to move but realized her wrists and ankles were tied spread eagled to a bed. She looked up and saw her hands were in leather bondage cuffs, rendering them useless. She looked down to see she was naked. Suddenly two women walked in. One was petite, with B cups, the other one had a large ass and D cups. Both were wearing tight shirts and black spandex shorts. ...
Author's Note: This story is designed to make sense on its own, but it’s one of a series of stories I have written about Theo’s BDSM Slave Service. All the others have been published on Literotica. If you like this one and want to read about more of Theo’s slaves, some of whom are mentioned in passing here, head on over to Literotica and look me up. You’ll also find a few more recent stories about loving, consensual bondage that I’ve been writing to take a break from Theo. ...
Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.) “Have you forgotten anything?” asked Sonia as she saw her mother Gwen off at the door of their house. “I know you’re worried that I can be a little scatter-brained at times Sonia, but I can assure you that I packed everything I need for the trip in my suitcase down to the last outfit and toothbrush” Gwen reassured her, though Sonia was not so sure given that she once forgot to pack her medical cases. Gwen was a nurse, a skilled one at that, and every year or so the busty blonde with an hourglass figure attends an optional week long medical conference to discuss patient cases and practices in the field in California, which is a long trek from their home in Rhode Island and therefore inconvenient if she ends up forgetting something. “Just don’t hesitate to rush back if you do forget something. That’s why I suggested you leave earlier in case the inevitable happens”. Sonia was a diligent girl of 18 years with light brown hair, brown eyes, but a pure heart and a figure comparable to her mother, clearly showing that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Sonia’s father Will followed his daughter’s suit and gave her a kiss goodbye wishing her the best of luck at the conference. “I trust you’ll keep things tight and sound while I’m away, right Will?” Gwen asked with a smile on her face. “Of course, it’s not like the house is going to fall apart without you. I’m a dependable man who can look after things” Will stated with a certain gleam of pride. “I’m not so sure about that” Sonia chimed in, pointing to the kitchen faucet in reference to the fact that the house had not had running water since this morning. “I’m sure I just have to turn the water valve and it will be problem solved” Will said in his defense, though Sonia still doubted her father’s competencies. “Well I’ll see you two in a week. I love you both and hope you will use this opportunity to spend some father-daughter quality time with each other.” With that, Gwen headed out to her car, started up the engine, and drove off toward the airport to get ahead of her scheduled flight, leaving the house occupancy at two. ...
(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving). ...
Author's Note: Special thanks to Tiffany Minx for inspiration and feedback. Feel free to let her know what you’d like to have happen to her in the next part… contact her at [email protected] Chapter 1: Little White Lies Tiffany McKinney sighed and brushed her long red hair out of her eyes as she finished her cup of coffee and returned to her work. It was late in the day on Friday and the rest of the staff had left long ago, but she was still here putting the finishing touches on her presentation to the CFO next week. She took great pride in being the youngest vice president in the history of the company. A combination of hard work, strategic flirting, and backstabbing her competition had put her on the fast track to success and she was reaping the rewards. She opened the slide deck to review her presentation one more time, and banged her desk in frustration. Her presentation was gone! ...
Author's Note: My 4th story on non-consensual long term bondage. It is my duty to remind readers once again that English is not my first language (Not even my second one) so please excuse my grammatical mistakes. I have a ‘Armlet (jewelry worn on upper arm) fetish, hope that does not hamper the mood. Please comment so i can improve my next story… Happy reading……… Neha was very excited as she waited at the airport. This was the first time she was traveling outside India, That too in a private flight. She took a selfie with the luxury lounge in the background and posted in Facebook. The 23 years young beautiful girl was thanking god for giving her such a huge opportunity. ...
Prologue We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship. ...
Author's Note: This is an ongoing series. Chapter 1 Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract. ...
Author's Note: Jasmine loses a bet and becomes a slave to another Domme and learns how to become a slave for life Chapter 1 - The Bet Racheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme’s at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say “I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose”. Racheal took note that the mouthy Domme was African American and very lovely, but also arrogant. She was dressed in a white vinyl dress that showed off her larges breasts, and 6" heels. Racheal noticed her close friend Lana standing at the bar and joined her and ordered a white wine. The black Domme walked over and said “Hi, I am Jasmine” Racheal responded “I am Racheal”. “Nice to meet you” Jasmine said, “you are very lovely, have you ever been submissive as I would love to own you”. The Dommes at the bar turned around to see what was going on. Racheal, with a forceful voice said “Jasmine, I don’t serve anyone I own slaves”. Jasmine laughed and said “I’ll bet you on the football game tonight, winner gets the loser for a week, and I just can’t wait to have you as my slave. I will even give you the choice between the Lions and Packer and use the point spread from today’s paper if you have the guts to play”. Racheal said, “Let’s make it a month of slavery the loser serves, and I will take the Packers”. Racheal was grinning inside as she had heard on her radio, just before arriving the four offensive starters for the Lions had been suspended, and knew the morning line in the paper would not reflect it. Jasmine opening the paper said “WOW, the line is Lions getting 10. I will take that bet, sucker and look forward having you in chains” Shelia appeared behind the bar and said, “Girls lets do this right and get a signed contract between the two of you” as she winked at Racheal. Jasmine hesitated until Racheal said “afraid of losing the bet you wanted slave girl”. This pissed off Jasmine who grabbed the contract signed it without looking and said “you are mine now slut” Racheal signed the contract and Shelia took it and signed as the witness. ...
Chapter 1 It wasn’t a swagger, or even a strut, it was an attitude, she knew she looked good and she did. Even at just 5’ 6”, plus a bit more with the heels on the boots, she had an arrogance about her that managed to give the impression she was looking down her nose at everyone. In a sense she probably was. I suppose that kind of confidence was needed when you made your living defrauding people, but the clothes certainly helped complete the picture. The black leather coat didn’t need a belt because several buttons down the front pulled it snugly around her body from the closed neck, over a very impressive bust line, and nipping in tight at the waist before it flared slightly over her hips and dropped to the top of the matching black leather knee boots. ...