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. ...
Author's Note: I would love to find a female slave to inslave with my husband in chastity. Maybe one day I will find her some where in VA where we live. In the meantime here is a little bit of work that I have written and posted on a few selected library sites. Please let me know what you think of them and send me suggestions and comments. Chapter 1 ...
Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it. ...
One of the best aspects of a true friend is the friendly rivalry which pushes each one to strive for achievement. Certainly that is true for my wonderful friend Liz. I can share my life as a slave master in my blog and email, but how often can two slave owners share a quiet night together with their submissive. What a fine evening it has been. Our submissive are now kneeled in front of us, arms tightly strapped at wrists and elbows, ankles crossed and eyes lowered waiting for our instructions. They are of course forcefully gagged with wide straps pulled to the extreme holding in mouth filling ball gags. Here’s how it gone. We had gone out to a fine dinner with our submissive, Petra and Joni. And what a foursome we were. Petra and Joni, formerly known in their pre-submission days as Peter and John, had been gradually and thoroughly feminized by Liz and me. Tonight we looked like four pretty girls out for a fun Saturday night. Liz and I wore tight designer short skirts which showed our curves off nicely. I wore a silky somewhat transparent top with a lacy black bra tantalizingly visible underneath. I am far larger (36 DD) chested than Liz who was able to let her cute nipples push out against her tank top. We are both tall and fit women, even muscular, imposing figures to most men, but still very attractive. ...
Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;) The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same. ...
Author's Note: What if in the after-life you pay for your sins by living the life of a cosmic slave caste? This is an esoteric experiment, silly, and nothing to take too seriously. Chapter 1 When I died, my body fell into a dark void while my soul parted away. Little did I know that my body and soul had their own agency. I watched as my soul floated away as a bright white incandescent body, but not bright enough to illuminate the darkness around. It was a familiar face, an old friend, a twin abandoning me. ...
Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...
Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...
Author's Note: Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...
Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting. Chapter 1 I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again. ...