It was a stormy evening and I was driving through Colorado on my way from California to my new job in New York city. It was raining so hard that I was driving about 20 miles per hour on the interstate, so when the next exit came I decided to take a break and get something to eat. Little did I know that that one decision would change my life forever. ...
Author's Note: Who hasn’t considered a little cosmetic enhancement? This fanciful story is about a cute young woman tricked into becoming a wanton sex slave. Day One “Miss, umm,” the doctor glances at the papers on her desk, “Miss Shimizu, you must understand that this procedure is experimental. We have obtained permission to begin tests on humans since our tests on animals were not harmful in anyway and show great promise.” The woman tilts her head down a little, lowers her glasses farther down her nose to look at me carefully. She looks like the kindly old family doctor, perhaps sixty years old, gray hair in a short bob style, warm smile. ...
Author's Note: A young female Police Detective takes on a dangerous undercover assignment in the hope of getting her damaged career back on track. To complete the assignment she must learn bondage and train as a slave so that she and her ‘Master’ can infiltrate a bondage club used by a crime lord and collect the evidence to nail him. Will she live to regret being on the wrong side of the handcuffs? ...
Author's Note: In places that are not acknowledged to exist strange things happen or do they? After all the locality doesn’t actually exist so it must only be a dream, or is it? I was ready for my interview. It was a bit vague but it seemed important and exciting. It involved international travel and collecting and correlating research information on the outer frontiers of alternative energy development. Strangely, the physical requirement was for modestly overweight and non-athletic and sedentary males between the ages of 20 and 25. Similar ads with different addresses had differing physical requirements yet seemed to be from the same source When they invited me for the interview they sent me an id card that I think was imbedded with a microchip. They told me to be sure and bring it along..It was old building, downtown on Liberty Avenue and I took the elevator to the office on the 20th floor. The elevator seemed to stop short and there was no number in the square for the 19th floor. The door opened and stayed that way in spite of my efforts to get close it and continue on. After a moment an attractive brunette in an unusual but quite delectable form fitting one piece, sleeveless black pantsuit greeted me and said: “You must be here for an interview. Follow me.” Well that was certainly agreeable. Her unusually high black stiletto heels click clacked on the hardwood floor and the soles were red! Her shiny one piece outfit was made of latex! There were three other guys in the office waiting to be interviewed. They were as curious as I was and we agreed to meet at a bar across the street for happy hour after our interview. ...
Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven. Part 1 I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey. ...
Author's Note: I wrote a similar story under a different name. This a much more detailed version. The description of myself is true. What follows is pure fantasy. I was bored with my life. My name was Maria. I was 26 and still single. Many people had come into my life and I was getting over losing the one friend I thought I’d have for life. My mum had passed away and I wasn’t close to the rest of my family. I’d never had a lover. I lived on my own. I was around 5'11’’ but in no way skinny. My weight is mostly in my lower body. I was around 250 pounds which I hated and hoped my hopefully soon to be ‘mistress’ would help me with. My height helped hide my weight a little. My breasts were an E which didn’t bother me. I had long dark blonde hair, blue eyes and lips that some women could only dream of. Yet despite all this, no one ever took notice of me. I longed to be controlled by someone and loved at the same time. I finally plucked up the courage to join a dating website. I took some pictures of myself. I never wore makeup and mostly wore jeans and hoodies or t-shirts in the summer which I took pictures of myself wearing. I also owned one sleeveless dress and a black PVC jacket which I took pictures in. I just went to an ordinary dating website as people on BDSM dating sites are only there for a quick session and not looking for long-term relationships. I wrote on my profile my desire to be completely controlled, to be a slave. I wrote that I was still a virgin. I also put that I wanted a girlfriend. I then went to bed intending to check back in the morning. ...
Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. ...
Part 1 Paul McCord was 5'6" tall, 136 pounds with shoulder length hair. He had been teased his whole life and called sissy boy in school. Paul graduated from Bucks County Community College with an AA degree in computer programing and was top in his class. His Professor contacted on of the leading corporations in Philadelphia and explained how he was the brightest student she ever had and that he was a gifted programmer. After meeting with Paul, he was hired and told they would set up in his home a remote office that he would work from so he could handle even weekend or other emergencies. ...
Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story. _Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while* Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back……. ...
Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back ...