Suspension on Utopia Stories Library

1st and Goal

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

Part 1

Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Sole owner of the newly franchised team, the Memphis Maulers, things looked bleak when they should have held great promise. His staff of attorneys had finished sifting through the league contract and discovered something very disconcerting. If the team did not show a profit by the end of their very first season, the franchise would be placed in a lottery for other markets to bid upon. Of course, this revelation was made after Seagram had signed the agreement.

32 Hours

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

Here I am squatted down in somewhat of a upright fetal position in the shadows of a dirty closet on the first floor of a filthy abandoned building on Lake Street about six blocks West of downtown Chicago on a balmy Friday night in July. My name is Alicia.

My black leather elbow length gloved hands are locked behind my back at the wrists with a medium sized brass “master Lock” attached to a leather lead strap that is connected to a posture collar that is locked about my neck. The posture collar is firmly holding on my head a black leather lace up hood with openings for my eyes, two small holes for my nose and a small hole where the mouth would be. Under that hood is a large red ball gag tightly buckled between my red painted lips that all but covers the mouth hole in the mask. My ankles of my black size 8 knee high lace up leather boots with a 5 inch heal are locked together with another larger brass “Master Lock” that allows for 2-3 inches of gap between the ankles. My Black pleated latex skirt has risen up to expose my sheer thigh high stockings and lace garter belts. I’m not wearing any panties. They had been replaced by a length of chrome chain that is wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled roughly between my legs and is locked just below the small of my back with another small brass “master lock.” The chain has become my steel g-string digging deeply into the soft flesh between my legs. The chain is not without purpose. Its application was to hold the large black butt plug and the 6-inch extra thick black latex dildo tightly in place. I did not use any vibrators on this trip I had been a “bad girl” and I needed punished.

A Little Self Bondage

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

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have a plug in for some time. I finished rinsing off, dried myself and went to get dressed.

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 Plague of Ponies

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

Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned.

This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure.

Alex The Milk Machine

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

Author's Note: Please comment your thoughts.

Why had this happened? And to her of all people! It was unimaginable, but if it wasn’t Alex then it would have been some other innocent teenage girl. She didn’t know why she was here or why the hell these people were testing on her. She only knew that she would probably be here for a very long time and things would probably get a lot worse as the time passed. She had been taken just after her 18th birthday, drugged and snatched away by masked men from her room late at night. When the drugs wore off and she awoken she had found herself in a metal room, suspended in the air in a spread eagle position, her limbs fitted in solid metal sockets that extended out from the walls. She could move her head around to some extent but her ability to speak was removed due to a large rubber ball gag stuck in her mouth.

Alice's Secret Playground

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

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I’ve only just developed an interest in writing such stories, so I’m a novice. I’d really like people to give me feedback and tell me what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Alice closed the door behind her, hung her coat on the coat peg in the hall and then walked through into the lounge where she sank into the sofa and kicked off her shoes. At last, the working week was over and she could relax for the weekend. She enjoyed her work as a freelance business consultant, but it was always nice to get to Friday evening and the prospect of a weekend off.

Alisha's Saturday Night

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

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

Amy

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

I went to a party in San Francisco and saw a lady who inspired this story. Not that she was mean to people, but she was very beautiful, and I imagined her getting into this type of situation…

The party was really just getting started. Crowds of people had been steadily streaming through the door the past two hours, everybody clad in the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable. The few exceptions were the closet fetishists, out for their first evening off the chat groups and realizing there is more to the scene than e-mail. I was pleased at the turnout. As one of the organizers I had hoped that people would come check it out, and I wasn’t disappointed. Now, I was manning the fantasy booth. For fifty dollars you could fill out a fantasy to take place during the party, ranging from foot worship to torture. Most of the forms filled out were rather tame and I was beginning to be disappointed. A sad excuse for a transvestite timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of curiosity as I took his/her money. She was pretty desperate, or just really kinky. The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked almost everything. She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with very few limits placed on the abductors. Almost all the boxes were checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and gang rape. The only comment at the bottom was “no permanent injury,” a smart exception but also open to interpretation. I noted the area reserved for abductee response. She wanted to struggle, resist and, regardless of her reaction, the scene should continue for as long as the captors decided. I watched her stumble to the couch in the corner and slump down to it. She was in no shape to enjoy an abduction, much less even feel it. I slipped the card aside, determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest.

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.

Andrea and the Uncertain Future

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

Author's Note: This is the 8th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.

“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.

Anja The Jungle Queen Sacrfice

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

Chapter 1

Anja awoke from a fitful sleep, she stared at the sun and the new dawning morning knowing that this day would be like no other. Today the proud jungle queen would allow herself to be captured by one of her mortal enemies. As Anja rose and stretched her thin muscular body towards the new day she shuddered to think of all the torments and tortures that she was sure were in store for her. Looking below she quickly maneuvered down from her small tree house to the river below.

Ann Bounded

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

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character.

Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ?

Back to the Shop

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

Author's Note: This is a follow up to my earlier story “The Shopping Trip”

It had been a couple of days since our first visit to the sex shop and myself and my wife Lynn had done little else but discuss how we had both found ourselves tied up and used by the gorgeous assistant whose name I discovered on the way out was Helen.

We had agreed to return on Saturday night and we were both in a permanent state of excitement as we counted down the time to our visit until it was a matter of hours before we were due to set out.

Barbarian Princess

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

Author's Note: Princess Sophie has been captured and then rescued from marauding barbarians, but she will never be the same.

Full Story (added: )

Prologue

Princess Sophie waited impatiently in her chambers admiring her dress in the mirror. It was her wedding day and she was enduring a mandatory respite from all the excitement. Per the tradition of the Kingdom of Glenmore she and her betrothed, Prince Jacob, were wed at dawn in the same chapel that her father and grandfather and many more ancestors before that were married in. The ceremony wouldn’t be fully complete until tonight after the grand feast, attended by all the nobility of the surrounding kingdoms, when her ambitious young prince would join her up in her chambers and consummate the marriage.

Big Mouth

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

Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes

Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments

Nobody likes a big mouth.

At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late.

Bondage Ballet Blues

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

I apologise for not talking to you, but this gag is stuck firmly in my mouth and I cannot say anything audible, so you will have to have a course in mind reading! I would like to take the gag out and tell you, but my hands are well, sort of tied up at the moment!

It started out as an ordinary week end. Margaret wanted to do something different. I just fancied going down to the pub as usual. But like an idiot, I gave in to her. She told me she had seen an advert for a ballet! Me and ballet? There is more chance of finding out Santa Claus really exists then me liking ballet. Bloody namby pambies. They should get a real job instead of prancing around like a bunch of lunatics! I told Margaret what I thought that. She still wanted to go!

Bondage Fake

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

Author's Note: I would like to thank those who helped proofread this work, and I especially appreciate Dannysuling (dannysuling.deviantart.com) and f-alexander (f-alexander.deviantart.com) for their valuable editorial contributions.

Prologue

From 2002-2005, Courtney Artison’s image was unavoidable in any grocery check-out line. She was the undisputed queen of the tabloids. Virtually every gossip magazine published a photograph of her with some insane headline, like “Courtney Secretly Gives Birth to Triplets! Uses Body Double to Hide Weight Gain!” or “Courtney’s Mystery Illness and Her Deathbed Confession!”

Bound Together in Friendship

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

Introduction

My name is Samantha, and I have a story that I’d like to share with you.

The story I am about to tell will sound strange coming from me because normally I am very shy. It happened just over a year ago now, but the memories of those events are forever in my mind. They have shattered my view of sexuality. But first let me give you a little background into my life.

Boxed

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

I am 30 year old male. I have been married for a year. My wife Jess was not aware of my passion of bondage yet, but I have a plan to change that. Jess had to go to her job for a few hours.

For the past week I have been working on some stuff in my workshop. Now was the time to use them. She was going to be gone for about two hours. I first put a note on the kitchen tabe where I knew she would find it.

But It Started As A Hogtie

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

Well, maybe I had gone a bit too far! She certainly looked uncomfortable and the whines coming from behind the gag were somewhat plaintive.

However, the pulley wheel only needed a few more turns to complete the exercise and she was not exactly in a position to stop me; so I continued.

When we started she was in her crotchless skintight kid leather cat suit. As soon as I had added the very stringent single arm glove that locked her elbows and forearms touching behind her back, I forced her jaws wide apart around an open ring gag. Usually the next step was the boned corset and she seemed surprised when that didn’t happen.

Buy One, Get One Free

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

Chapter 1

Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response.

Cam Whores

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

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback.

Chapter 1: Bad Brake

Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Cancelled Vacation

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

Author's Note: English not primary language hopefully English is improving enough to make enjoyable fantasy.

Part 1

I had left my house two days prior and had planned to be gone for several more days in fact two weeks. I had done everything I thought necessary to secure the house and insure that all of my travel connections were correct. I had notified the security company that monitors the house for fire and breakings. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was the country I was planning to go to had some kind of political upheaval and I didn’t get on the last plane and came back home.

Careful What You Wish For Claire

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

It had been several weeks since my last bondage adventure; a lack of time and the demands of my course meant that I hadn’t been able to indulge my favorite past time. However that was going to change this weekend; I’d completed my last class project this week, handing it in to the lecturer two days early, and had no other pressing commitments to meet.

In addition to this, my housemate Amy was going away for the weekend. She was off to see her boyfriend in Exeter and was leaving mid-afternoon on Friday, not planning to return till Sunday night. This meant I’d have the house to myself for just over two days and could indulge in some serious, and possibly noisy, self-bondage.

Cary's Sway

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

My husband, Jim and I spotted a new neighbor at the pool in sub-division last month; we both agreed she would be desirable for a bondage threesome, but we needed to find out if she swayed our way and was willing to participate. We called her over to sit and talk for a while. Jim eyed the skimpy swimsuit she had on and smiled. As we talked, I imagined her petite body pulled taut by many different restraints while I aroused her in front of Jim who himself would be tightly bound. The thoughts that crossed my mind were fantastic. He name is Cary and sounded like she might be up to our proposal.

Casino Night

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

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.”

The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.”

Castigating Alexis

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

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction.

Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia.

Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra.

Caught In The Hot Sun

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

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on.

Chapter 1

I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more.

Chemical Reaction

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

“Did you shave completely?” Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.

“Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.” came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.

It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…

Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games

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

Author's Note: Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.

Part 1 - The Perfect Plan

Mother: “This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!”

You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it’s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6"/4cm wide and 0.40"/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation… the frustration… It made me dream…

Devon Bondage Girl

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

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage …

Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school.

Dolly Case

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

Author's Note: Please do let me know what you think, and if you like what you read, there is more of my work at: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub

The darkness lifted and the Dolly opened her eyes. That was about as much movement as she could do now. She gazed forward, seeing out into the room beyond, along with her reflection in the glass in front of her. Time was a blur now, no night or day, she only knew the case, her constant breathing and the whirr of the machines. She was still, but her mind was still active, remembering…

Double or Nothing

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

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Drake Rubber Products

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

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM.

Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also frees lances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home.

Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground

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

Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing erotic fiction. I usually write more “vanilla” stories, so this is a bit of a change. Feedback and critique on the writing style, pacing, imagery, and whatnot is greatly appreciated. I planned to write the entire story in one part, but it ended up being way longer than anticipated, so I broke it up into separate parts, which get progressively more crazy in terms of erotic situations. So if you like it, please stay tuned for more!

Elite Mistress

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

Author's Note: true story with out the names

Part 1: First Visit

This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set.

From Fantasy to Reality, A Model in Chains

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

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories.

Halloween Hanging

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

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story.

“You want me to hang you for Halloween???” Marianne was aghast.

“No, you’re not going to hang me,” I explained, “It is just going to *look* like I’m being hanged.”

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. It gives me a chance to indulge in certain interests of mine, which any other time of the year would be frowned upon.

Hanging Around

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

Author's Note: Just a short story I’ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust.

Happy Birthday

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

Author's Note: Note: This is a work of fiction. Please use the utmost care and planning when embarking on any bondage adventure.

Entering through a side door, Eric found myself blinded by a set of powerful lights that illuminated everything within its beam. For a few moments, he forgot how much trouble he was having teetering around on 7-inch platform sandals. The lights did reflect nicely on his freshly painted, bright red pedicured toes. A not so subtle push in the back moved him forward. It reminded him how hard it is for a guy to walk in platform heels. Especially when your hands are secured at the waist by coils of rope. His arms were totally useless in helping him maintain his balance.

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

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

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Her Birthday Celebration

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

Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration.

It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home.

Her whispered “Hello” greets My call.

House of the Rising Sun

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

Being wrapped in a straightjacket, my mouth full with a huge rubber cock held in place by a gag with straps running all over my head, and being stuck in a closet with a one-way mirror isn’t what most people would consider a comfortable afternoon activity. My girlfriend wanted to test me out in some mild bondage before we got too serious and I guess this is her way of introducing me to it. Mistress Sun runs a house of domination on the outskirts of the town I live in, and she suggested that I watch a session of hers before I agreed to become her slave.

Hunting Season

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

1 - Body in the Alcove

“Holy shit! Is it real?”

“Looks pretty damned real.”

Fanni had to agree.

She was looking into a large glass box, sitting on a pedestal. It looked like the typical, free-standing museum case but she had the feeling its purpose had more in common with a trophy case, for inside it was what appeared to be the life-like body of a dead woman. She was floating in some kind of clear liquid, presumably a preservative of some kind; and there was something about the body that didn’t look quite real. Perhaps it was just the body’s unnatural stillness, for Fanni had seen stuffed animals that gave her the same sort of feeling. Or perhaps it was looking at flesh and hair through the glass and liquid. If it was an actual dead woman, the body had been perfectly preserved. When she looked closely Fanny couldn’t see any wrinkles on the woman’s face, but she could see tiny hairs on her body. Her pubic mound had been shaven, and her arms and legs had been cut off. Stooping low to look at the end of the stump, Fanny could see the striations of bone, muscle and skin. Again, it didn’t quite look real, but if this was some kind of bizarre statue, the artist had done a remarkable job and paid incredible attention to detail.

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.

In the Vice

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

(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).

Industrial Espionage

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

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute!

I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me.

Iron (and Latex) Woman

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

Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

It Seemed Like the Easy Way

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

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.

Jenna & The Taxi Driver

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

Author's Note: To all those who liked this story and were kind enough to criticize me thank you I appreciate it very much. I am very sorry that it took 5 years for this new chapter but to be honest in the last 5 years I haven’t had the urge to write anything new for this i’ve been very busy in life with a lot of medical problems such as dealing with Cancer, Chemotherapy,and Knee replacement and hip surgery, Also I tried my best in this new chapter to write with better grammar and spelling and structure so if you still don’t like it oh well LMAO it’s the best that I can do. And I promise that after this it won’t take another 5 years for another update. Thanks to you all from NEWBIE

Jill's Adventure Into Slavery

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

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires.

_Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me.

Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.*

Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part

Part 1

Julie's Mummification

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

Part I

Julie, Diana and Wanda shared a house. Diana and Wanda had finished their graduate degrees. Julie was just about to finish her MA in literature. She was looking forward to having the summer off to rest and relax before starting her job at a large publishing company in the same town. Wanda and Diana were fitness nuts. They both worked as clothes designers having majored in home economics. Diana and Wanda were knock out beauties. They were hit on all the time by men wanting their attention. However their interests were not men, but each other and Julie. When it came to looks, Julie was no slouch she was beautiful. Just not quite in the class with Wanda and Diana. The three women also loved bondage, discipline and domination. Often they would play game of poker and the loser would be the bondage slave and victim of the other two for the evening and night. Julie had a fascination with being wrapped in bondage as a complete mummy. Wanda and Diana were not interested. The bondage paddling an a little nipple torture was good enough for them, either giving or receiving. Occasionally Suzanne would join them for their games. Suzanne had a master’s degree in Nursing and was lab supervisor at the hospital. When she joined the games the two losers became the slaves of the other two.

Jumping Jack

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

Author's Note: I’ve made a few somewhat major adjustments to the story. Readers of the previous version mentioned that during the last few chapters it started to become a little difficult to tell who was who, with all the different characters inhabiting different bodies… so I tried to edit with that in mind. I also extended the “bondage scene” where I accidentally forgot to finish the scene before loading it last time. That will provide the breath play that a commenter noted wasn’t in the story last time. It’s in there now. I also made some revisions to the characters personalities and background. Hope old readers (if there are any) will enjoy the changes. And new readers won’t have to deal with the errors.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

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

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Kally's Diary

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

First Try

Where do I begin?

What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister.

Khisara’s Last Walk

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

Never before had Khisara witnessed such splendour. Even in her distressed state the Great Hall made her marvel in utter awe. One hundred and twenty cubits the numberless columns reached into the air, and upon entering the hall, one’s eye could not fathom its far end. The palace guards marched her along, keeping the chain to her high gold collar free of slack, but felt no need or inclination to drag at it. Whither could she flee? How could she form the mere concept of defiance in such overwhelming manifestation of unquestioned power?

Kidnapping & Enslaving A Waitress

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

A SCARY DUNGEON IN WHICH TO KEEP THE ABDUCTEE

It took me a good two years to turn my really big basement into a ready-to-operate dungeon. I designed the dungeon so that it would contain the ultimate amount of bdsm-related accessories and devices. I carefully picked every piece of equipment that was needed… to enslave a woman.

For hours, I would keep making sketches of how I wanted the dungeon to look. Then for another couple of hours I would draw the bondage equipment I wanted to have in it.

Lady Noir

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

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.*

The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :)

Landlord Nightmare

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

Part 1

Here’s how it started. I do a lot of self bondage and was getting ready for another session. I live in a two story duplex and will put a key to some handcuffs upstairs in the last bedroom in the hallway. I like some pain while I am in self bondage so I first put some hot sauce on the head of my dick and let it rest on it for awhile then rinse it off, this gives me a burning feeling which really makes me horny. Now I take some clothes pins and cut the tops of them off so that I can’t move them up against the wall to remove them. Now I put them on my nipples.

Laura

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

Chapter I

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

Lea and the Consequences of Actions

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

Author's Note: This is the 11th 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

Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle’s centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist’s centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van.

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.

Lessons Learned

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

I know I’m in for it now, but it’s the master’s fault, he has been neglecting me. I had to get his attention SOME how didn’t I?? It’s been a week since we last played together, I SO need a good spanking. I can’t wait for master to get home from work, when he finds his favorite mug broken, he will be VERY cross. I admit it, I did it deliberately, I was washing the dishes from breakfast, and I couldn’t help myself. I deliberately droped the mug and watched as it smashed into four large peices. OPPS… To late to go back now. The deed is done, the mug is broken. I have ben a bad little girl and need to be seriously spanked…..

Lets Get This Party Started

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

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest

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Tonight I was going to a Halloween party with Sheri, and Lou. They are two coworkers that I hang out with. I was dressed as a dominatrix, Sheri was dressed as a slave girl complete with shackles. Her whole costume was very see thru. Lou was dressed up as Pocahontas. She was spilling out of that leather bra.

Lisa the Escape Artist

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

I was a junior at UCLA when my agent told me that a Mr. Barnes wanted me to preform at his sons birthday party. Volleyball was done and x-mas was right around the corner. I could use the money and he was offering one thousand dollars in cash. Calling up my friend and assistant Mary I decided to take the job.

Saturday came and we drove up into hills where the rich and famous lived. Mansion would be a gross understatement in describing the house we pulled in front of. Two doorman helped us unload the equipment I would be using in my act. Mr. Barnes showed the room we would be performing in. Sofa’s and lounge chairs covered half of the room with full screen plasma TV’S covering the walls. I just got my gear sorted out when thirty people walked into the hall.

Loneliness Suspended

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

The summer before my senior year in high school my parents got a divorce. This didn’t surprise me, because my father had moved out months earlier, but I was surprised when my mother’s boyfriend moved into our house two days later and brought his three rotten sons with him. His oldest boy was in the eighth grade and specialized in sexual suggestions. Every time he saw me he made smutty comments about my body and described in graphic detail what he wanted to do with me, as if he could. The middle boy was in the sixth grade and he was a thief. He stole everything of mine he wanted and wrecked what he didn’t want. The youngest boy was never quiet. If he wasn’t shouting he was whining or crying. I put up with all this for a week, but then the boyfriend told me that I was going to have to share my room with the noisy kid. I appealed to my mother, but she just said that the boyfriend didn’t think that it was fair that I had my own room while his boys were all crowded together. I got the message and went to live with my father.

Long Day's Night

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

Lee has ordered me to write this down since it is part of my punishment. For any of you who have not read Club X then you may not know that I have had fantasies of hanging ever since I was in my teens. The idea of a noose or gallows gets me all crinkly insides. Lee and I have been married for over 10 years and he has turned out to be the perfect husband since his thing is hanging also. We have had numerous group scenes and our private ones are carried out in the house and garage where we have a number of scenarios and the beams, railings, clothes bars, etc., to carry them out. I have only one rule which Lee has set down. No auto-erotic hanging. Don’t do it by myself. Someone else, preferably he, must be present. This goes back to the stories I told him of my hanging experiments before I met him and the number of times I passed out only to be saved by a frayed rope or broken clothes bar.

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

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

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

Lovely Little Lisa

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

Author's Note: I do like the female form in a uniform, and I was attracted to a friend of my sister, everything else is imagination

“Can I come round? I’ve got a surprise for you.” It was my sister’s friend Lisa, recently turned eighteen, and now my girlfriend. She was slim, about medium height, with a gorgeous figure that had filled out in the past few months to something like 32-20-32. Her eyes were blue and her curly hair was that colour that wasn’t blonde and wasn’t brunette. I’d not long found a flat and it was still a little disorganized, and Lisa had been helping me get things straight.

Megan and the Unorthodox Reunion

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

Author's Note: This is the 7th 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

Lea tried to get past what had just happened. She didn’t want to dwell on being blackmailed into extending her term of service to that AI dominatrix bitch, but how could she not? Hannah was giving her space to think on it, but she almost wished she wouldn’t. Thinking wasn’t helping. Though there’s a lot of things she wished Hannah would do that she had no power to compel. But that’s the gist of being the submissive slave, you aren’t in control. Period. And most frustrating of all, she had a safeword programmed in, but now if she ever used it the program would turn to standby which would stop it from communicating with its unknown server which would lead to all those videos all being released. No, given enough time she might just find that server, find some way to get free, but not right now.

Members Only: Broken

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

Author's Note: Sarah goes for a modeling gig, but is soon captured and tormented. Inspired by a classic Insex scene.

This story is a little different than some of my others. This is something of a novelization of a classic video that caught my eye from the geniuses at Insex. It is my best attempt to capture, in story form, the contents of the scene. I’ll try to include a link to the video at the end (not sure if that’s frowned upon). Enjoy!

My Long Weekend

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

The week started out as normal, going to work, shopping etc. But I had been planning for this coming weekend for months. I had booked myself for some severe bondage at the hands of a stranger, he’d advertised on the web and had been recommended to me by a friend who’d ‘used his services’! I was very eager to get started but I also had great apprehension about what lay ahead of me. What was this guy like? Would he be gentle or harsh with me? Could I trust him?

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.

No Funny Business

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

Author's Note: This is only the first part of what hopefully will be a fairly long story set in an indefinite far-future. The government as we know it has collapsed, and crime syndicates and influential families run the show.

This is my first effort, so let me know what you think!

Part 1

Patrick

I’d expected it to be darker.

Admittedly, I’ve never been abducted before, but when your captors refer to your prison as “the dungeon,” I think it’s fair to expect something a little more threatening than a basement. They didn’t even board up the broken windows, just installed bars. They clearly aren’t worried about us being seen. Outside the windows is flat earth dotted with weeds and the occasional car tire. I waste a few minutes wondering where we are, like I’ve been doing since I woke up.

No Mercy!

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

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word - Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up!

I was disgusted with her. I would spend a lot of my time planning a bondage scene very carefully and then get in character for it in black leather skirt, matching tightly belted jacket and my Mistress boots with heels THAT high and then before I was half way finished I got the signal to stop. Now what is the use of having code red signals if you don’t immediately react to them? I always had.

On The Way To Work

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

Author's Note: I was writing this in a chat session with my girl as she was going to work, just something to keep her amused (and get her excited) while she was travelling. She told me it had her wiggling in the back of the taxi so we thought we would share it with you guys. We haven’t done this yet, we are apart at the moment, but when we are back together, we will…

Out for Dinner

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

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result…

strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Part 1

Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove.

Part-Time

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

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.

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.

Pavlov's Dog

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

Author's Note: Normally, SNUFF is one of those topics that I don’t care for reading. But ironically, this is the second story with that tag that I’ve posted on this site. “Playing Games” (as those who’ve read the story know) doesn’t actually end in death. I won’t give away the ending of this story, however, I think (like the other) it deal with the topic from an unusual POV.

Personally, I don’t particularly understand the fascination with snuff–which is healthy. lol. But even as a fantasy, I just don’t get it. For me, it just seems like such a waste. To me, the point of kidnapping and torturing a woman would seem to be the gratification of watching her suffer. Obviously, that’s not something I would do myself, but I can at least understand a motivation. But if you’re going to kill her, you’re removing your ability to do that more in the future. That’s sort of like the Ebola virus that kills its victims so rapidly they often don’t have time to spread the disease, which causes the outbreak to falter and not spread very far. In much the same way, “snuff” just seems like fantasy suicide to me.

Penalty Clause

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

When Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills.

The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge.

Plain Stories

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

Let me introduce myself. My name is Anne, I’m in my early thirties, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 34C-26-36 – not too shabby, even if I say so myself. I live in a pretty cottage – the result of 10 years’ hard graft in the computer industry and a messy divorce – in a small village right next to Salisbury Plain which, for those of you not from England, is a huge area of chalk downland owned by the Ministry of Defence and used about a third of the year for army manoeuvres and artillery firing. The rest of the time it’s an enormous playground for the public.

Plumber's Tape

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

Author's Note: Another episode from my life of self bondage. This is a very recent session (in fact it is only a week old by the time of writing).

I do my best to ensure quality, but I am Danish and not familiar with every nook and cranny of English grammatics and syntax.

I get confused with subtle differences between US and UK English, so bear with me. Enjoy the story (or not) and please overlook any spelling mistakes. Present tense and past tense problems are just that - problems.

Punishment at the Ballet Studio

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

Author's Note: Hope you like, I’m far from a professional writer, so I’m sure its not perfect.

My name is Katie. I’m a freshman in collage and although I’ve never taken a dance class I’ve always been interested in being a cute ballerina. I’m 5'7 and weigh 140. I have perky C breast and long blond hair. Since I got a full scholarship to collage I can’t fail any classes. That’s not too big a problem, since I can normally get guys to do my homework. Some guys consider me a tease since I’m a good Christian girl who has never had sex or a boyfriend. I’ve never even had any one see or touch my breast.

Re-educating The Scold

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

Amanda and I have been seeing each other pretty steadily for at least eighteen months. We have never formally moved in together, but we have spent a lot of time at each others’ places - usually mine, since I have a house that has a lot more space and privacy than Amanda’s tiny apartment.

At first the relationship was really good. Physically, she’s a knockout - petite, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a trim body with breasts just big enough to make an inviting handful but not big enough to have any droop. We have tastes - in music, in films, in outdoor activities – that overlap enough to make our lives compatible without being so much the same that it would be boring. She seemed to enjoy my company, my conversation, our shared activities, and most of all, our sex life. She loved fucking me, and could come three or four times in a row seemingly without effort. She could always nudge me into some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

Remaining Flexible

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

9-4-8-7

Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer.

The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show.

Sandra and Marcus

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

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene.

Chapter 1. A walk in the woods

Sara: Initiation

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

“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly.

“Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward.

Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness.

Scene Play Continues

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

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments.

Full story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing.

Screwy

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

“I am inventor.” He said dramatically

Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings?” She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organization, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect.

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.

Shelia Pays Off Bet

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

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story

Chapter 1

Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by.

Sophia and the Unpleasant Arrangement

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

Author's Note: This is the 10th 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

The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed.

Sophie and the Robo-fuck Pods

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

Author's Note: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story.

Part One

Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap.

Storm on the Desert Mountain

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

Renee and I had rented an old adobe house in the mountain foothills of Arizona. It was cooler up there, but cool is a relative thing during an Arizona summer. One thing that we loved about the place was its secluded location. It has a view of the Sonoran desert stretched out in the valley below and we could indulge in the ultimate attire for surviving the desert heat by spending much of our time au natural in the house and around the property.

Suicide Couple

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

Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time

Part 1

I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes.

Suspended Release

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

I have been in to self bondage for a couple of years now and had decided to try something a little more extreme than I have ever done before. I had decided that I wanted to try something a bit more adventurous than usual but what? and when?

I was living in a house with a couple of friends at the time, and as such being students there was always someone else in the house at some time or other so the opportunity for me to indulge in a little self bondage didn’t come up too often.

Tamara's Self Bondage

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

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand.

Part 1

“I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…”

Tatianna's Treasures

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

Prologue

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

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

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Adventures of Raika Élan ESQ

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

Author's Note: This is a story of a bondage loving attorney who occasionally becomes a damsel in distress

Update (07/31/11) - The continuing saga of a comely attorney who is crowned Hostage of the Year, (well actually Runner Up). If the Hostage cannot perform her duties, her Runner Up …

Chapter 1 - Bait

DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2007 TIME: 2:16 AM LOCATION: DAVIES NATATORIUM

Raika Élan, Attorney-At-Law, floated passively in the water. A wet suit encased her body. Actually, the counselor wore two wetsuits and a large dildo filled her anus. The “full Aldridge” her captor quipped. Putting on this get up was difficult, but the added warmth slowed hypothermia in the frigid water. The rubber clung to her perky breasts as they heaved with each labored breath. Raika feared that each inhalation may be her final one. Despite the experience of her many misadventures, this time she confronted overwhelming dread.

The Art Thief

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

Author's Note: Please leave comments/criticisms. I do take them onboard and use them to hopefully improve each time.

Synopsis: Undercover agent is captured by the very thief she is investigating. She soon finds herself trapped in a customised suit of armour and joins his collection.

Warning - heavy bondage included, especially involving the girls breasts.

I will stress that this is pure fantasy and not intended to be realistic in any way.

The Audition

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

Author's Note: Hi, this is something I have written as a stand alone story. For those of you who have read “Roped in for the Weekend” I am continuing that story and will be posting more in a few weeks. You can contact me at maid2btied at gmail dot com if you would like to comment on either story. Enjoy, Gabriella.

I check the address on the invitation again as the cab pulls away leaving me standing alone on a deserted street. The invitation was elegant; like one you would get for a wedding, black cursive script on a white card. It read;

The Deviant of the Dark Ages

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

Author's Note: The premise: A dark, sinister tale of harsh injustice and vengeance in the medieval era. Loyalties will be tested, limits will be pushed, and lechery will run rampant - nothing is sacred in this supernatural tale of sexual depravity.

Prologue: Plunged Into Pain

A young woman swayed gently through the dank air of the cold dungeon cell. She was suspended by her ankles above a large clear cistern, her bare feet spread and locked against the cold stone ceiling by thick chains and heavy shackles. Her long crimson hair dangled just above the glistening pool, though it was already damp from the moist subterranean air around her. She could see her reflection in the glassy surface below: a pale girl stared back, her emerald-green eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her countenance shivering with apprehension yet wearing the stoic expression of one who refused to give in to her fear. The only light in the dim cell came from two wall-mounted candles whose flames cast a soft glow across the girl’s naked form. Her chiselled figure and shapely curves taunted her, serving as unwelcome reminders of a time long past - a time when she would do the teasing and her body was revered as divine, not strung up like some hunk of meat.

The Dip

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

Rhonda Moore checked her make up in the rear view mirror and was excited at her first day of her new promotion. Center Chemical’s new chief of R&D Rhoda Jacobson. She was happy to be in this position and had done everything to earn it. That everything meant everything! She was stuck on a problem and she had spied someone else working on a similar problem but from the different end. She stole the note off of that persons desk and made the very incredible breakthrough.

The Encompassed Custodian

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

Author's Note: It’s the classic story; boy meets girl, boy gets imprisoned by a fantastical empire, both get framed, and the two of them are punished by being used as guardians in a tomb. Such is the life of the adventurer.

It hung in the air, its supporting base invisible in the soft light. It was a globe, as though filled with moonlight and hung before them in a net of frosted stars; its hundreds of facets each shone individually. The temple’s dust had not marred it, the sand and sun’s only effect the reflection of more and more light onto its sparkling frame.

The Factory

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

Author's Note: This is the first story I’ve written - so be nice! Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

When Jessica came to her head was foggy. As she took in her surroundings she tried to clear her mind to remember the events that had led to her being in the predicament she was now in.

She had left work a little later than usual, around 5pm and began her usual walk to the train station. She had her headphones on full blast, like every day when she made her journey, she hated hearing the outside world and preferred to be lost in a world filled with music where every word had a meaning and told her a story. It stopped the boredom more than anything.

The Foundation Chronicles: The Convention

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

Author's Note: The Foundation holds it’s yearly convention for it’s clients. What follows is a week of sadism and debauchery.

Chapter 1

Evan barely managed to suppress a moan as the object slave’s moist lips slid over his hard cock. Her tongue caressing his frenulum as his cock passed through her warm mouth. He tilted his head back as she made the return trip back to his tip and then down again.

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 Gift

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

Jennifer glanced at her watch and wondered where her friend was. Standing outside the local electronics store, she was impatient to get this over with. Her boyfriend’s birthday was the next day and she still couldn’t decide what to get him. She knew this was an important moment in their relationship. She had recently graduated from high school and moved in with John, her senior by 3 years, and they had already spoken of spending the rest of their lives together. His turning 21 not only marked an important moment in his life, but was also the first time they could officially celebrate an occasion as an adult couple. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find anything appropriate. She had already considered everything from a trip to a new watch, but they didn’t seem to fit the right mood. She had always been bad at this gift thing. She knew he put on a good face when he had opened previous presents. But she could see his disappointment sneaking through as he held up socks or a new CD. And whenever he gave gifts to her, they always seemed to be the perfect thing for the moment, gifts that inevitably brought tears to her eyes.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.

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

Author's Note: In this 3 part sci-fi spoof we go back to the 1960s, when the forces of UNCLE (The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) were battling the evil THRUSH Organization. Our heroine, April Dancer, was recruited by UNCLE right after college. In Part 1, April goes through a rigorous 90 day probationary training period, which included the UNCLE Torture Chair Test and a water torture test. When she passes, April enthusiastically participates in UNCLE’s bizarre recreational sex program. In Part 2, April takes part in UNCLE’s Field Exercises. She is captured and tortured by members of a lesbian women’s team. After the field exercises conclude, April and her friends are kept for nearly 24 hours and forced to play lesbian bondage sex games. In part 3, April and her best friend double cross 2 of the lesbian women and trick them into a night of heterosexual bondage sex. April must endure THRUSH’s latest weapon, The Fucking Machine! Finally, April becomes a hit in UNCLE’s Playroom.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.: The Dog Gone Affair

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

Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE’s secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly’s office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece’s mainland. A few of UNCLE’s native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

The Hotel

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

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it.

Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop

My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her.

The Intruder

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

Chapter 1

Jessica didn’t know why she did it. While other girls her age were out at clubs getting drunk and fucking strange guys, she quietly slipped into homes and took stuff. It wasn’t anything big, usually jewelry, cash, or some trinket. Half of the goods just ended up in a dumpster. No, for her it was the thrill of sneaking in and taking something, anything. It was her rush.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

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

Author's Note: I was going to finish this story before submitting it, but I won’t have much chance to write in the next couple weeks and if I lose momentum after that it may be a long time coming. Feel free to email me with any feedback, or leave a comment.

This story and the characters and places therein are 100% fictional. Please don’t take this as an endorsement in any way of the actions of any character. This material is intended only for getting off and should be kept completely divorced from reality.

The Investigation of Lieber Investments

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

Author's Note: ((This note is for the publisher and should not be published with the story: Thank you for publishing the first chapters of this story. I have made some edits, as well as writing to the ending, so I am submitting the entire story here. Also, the text breaks which were marked with five dashes were left out when it was published, which makes the changes between scenes confusing. They are now signified by the words TEXT BREAK, which you can find-and-replace into whatever formatting is appropriate for the site. Thanks again!))

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 Long Way Down

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

Author’s Note: Dedicated to those who like secure straitjackets and powerful women. Derivative works and sequels are welcomed, but please acknowledge this work.

Chapter One

As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong.

Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind.

And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem.

The Mayor's Daughter

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

Author's Note:Before getting to the story, I wanted to right a brief intro for anyone who chooses to read it. First of all, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to check out my work. Secondly, I wanted to give you an idea of what you can expect, since it is quite a commitment to make it all the way through, as those of you who read my first story now surely know. That first story, ‘Erica’s Capture’, got some mixed reviews, primarily because we all have different things that we look for in our kink, and some people would have preferred to have it go in a different direction than it did. I thought I’d take a minute to give readers an idea of what they can expect here, in order to avoid disappointment. This will be the story of the abduction of a young girl, and the gradual breaking of her will. It will involve continual restraint and confinement that starts fairly mildly and gradually grows more and more restrictive as she is trained and broken. There will not be a turning of the tables in this story, and our young captive has little or no chance of escape or rescue. If you’re looking for a story with a more positive potential ending, you should check out ‘Erica’s Capture’ if you haven’t already. In short, I will attempt to chronicle the creation of a slave from unwilling cloth (constrained by my limited writing ability and as filtered through my own fantasies and imagination), and I hope that you enjoy the ride.

The New Place

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

It had been almost a year since I had been to the dungeon and I was itching to go again. I really didn’t like having to pay the money, but with nobody in my life who would understand my fantasies, my best outlet was the professional mistresses I had been to a few times before. I went out to the dungeon web site and was disappointed to discover that all of the mistresses that I had visited in the past were gone. There was a new crop of them now, but I didn’t find them as attractive as the originals, so I started surfing the web to find a new dungeon. My surfing was successful as I quickly found another dungeon that looked to be fairly new, was not that far away, and looked to be stocked with several young, thin, attractive mistresses. I started an email discussion with one of them who went by the name of Mistress Jennifer. The emails went on for several weeks and over that time I started to slowly share with her my desires and fantasies. Then one day she emailed me with a day and time to come for a visit. This took me by surprise, since at the other dungeon, I had always asked for a date / time and they either said yes or no or suggested a different appointment time. It was the upcoming Saturday evening and I was instructed to be there at 10:40 PM prompt. It seemed a bit late, and her forwardness made me a bit nervous, but of course I said yes. All week, I could think of nothing else.

The Punishment

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

I moved out of town and it’s been about a year or so but where I moved from I have been seeing pretty much the same Mistress her real name Mistress Suzanne and we had a real good relationship but when I moved she did get upset but what was I to do. She was very good at what she did and mixed it up often I never really knew what to expect but it was mostly all good.

The Punishment Session

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

Update (2012/11/17): Some more corrections

Part I

It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging.

The Robbery of Croft Manor

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

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source.

Part I

“It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!”

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 Strappado

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

I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice.

The Sunshine Girl

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

Author's Note: A little story that I whomped up to pass the time while at the mercy of the airline industry. About a girl who loves self bondage and collects equipment to satisfy her needs.

I have a tip for you girls who like toys - forget the boyfriends who are investment bankers, lifeguards or the like. All you get from them is money or big dicks. Get yourself an engineer.

The Torture of Choice

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

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Unfortunate Orphan

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

*The following is the first story of erotica which I ever penned. After sharing with friends, they wanted more. So the original ending was altered and more added. This happened a total of 6 times. This started off a long time ago, then was added to.

I hope you enjoy it. The codes listed are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. It needs some editing as originally the paragraphs were way to long, so expect updates to follow soon.*

The Wedding Gown

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

Cindy and Mark made quite a couple. They both knew their strengths, and they used them to full advantage. Cindy was a former college cheerleader. She was extraordinarily beautiful and graceful, and she knew that could have had any man she wanted. Mark was a wealthy, intelligent and successful accountant, and he knew that he could have any woman he wanted.

After six months of dating, Mark was convinced that Cindy was the woman for him, and he asked her to marry him. Cindy had grown to love Mark, and she immediately accepted. A few weeks into their engagement, Mark resolved himself to tell Cindy about his predilection for bondage and domination, and he planned a special evening for them. After an elegant dinner and an evening at the opera, Mark’s limousine driver took them back to Mark’s house in the hills.

The White Rabbit

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

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

Torment in Rubber

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

A Story Requested by, and Dedicated to, Dawn

Part 1

The two rubber sacks swayed gently from the chains, which suspended them from the ceiling. The bottom of each sack was about 5 feet above the ground and when you looked closely at the sacks a two-ended zip could be seen running along the entire length of the container.

Mistress Anne came into the room containing the suspended sacks and stood in silence for a few moments watching them. One sack was still but from the other there was movement and a small noise. Anne smiled as she looked at this sack and smoothed her rubber-clad fingers with each hand. Time for a little stimulation!

Training A Slave

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

Chapter 1

Its true, I’ve always had an interest in the world of domination. The thought that it could be possible to re-train someone to live entirely dependant on your instruction, without any capacity to use independent thought is one that I find fascinating. To own another human being’s existence is surely an idea that has inspired some of the world’s greatest dictators, as human life is more valuable than any other known commodity. Of course, along with anything else I’ve ever done in my life, it had to be done to the greatest extreme possible, or it just wasn’t worth doing. All this said, I didn’t ever make a conscious decision become a Master, it’s just something that that curiosity and lust finally led me to. My ex-wife will vouch for my enthusiasm in this quarter. Whilst we were still together I converted our loft into a crude dungeon, and inspired by sites on the internet (an incredible inspiration), I built hoists, whips from old belts and sawn off broom handles, cages from shopping trolleys and various other devices of captivity for us to experiment with. In those early days, it was I who was the submissive, and my other half would enthusiastically strap me spread-eagled to the rafters, caning my bare behind thoroughly before descending through the loft hatch to watch television in the comfort of the lounge. The juxtaposition of me in such deprivation and her in such comfort gave us both an immense thrill, and although at first she would pop her head through the loft hatch with worried frequency, after a while she would leave me chained in the loft for hours at a time, relishing in my discomfort. On some occasions she would go out, leaving me wondering how long I was to be left in my uncomfortable bondage, shivering slightly from the cold. Sometimes she would tease me by saying that she was going to fetch her friends to see me in my humiliating position, and on more than one occasion threatened to bring a man back to the house and force me to listen to their wild love making in the room below. These comments excited me immensely, although at this stage I’m not sure how the reality of this would have affected our relationship outside of the loft. These were all just idle threats however, and all-important parts of the fantasy.

Trapping Rats

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

Author's Note: Extreme rubber total enclosure self-bondage

Chapter 1

The apartment was perfect! It was a nice upgraded one bedroom place in an older neighborhood near the Concord BART (Bay Area Transit System) stop. It made for an easy commute into the city. She could enjoy the fun and excitement of San Francisco without the super high cost housing. In fact this place was a great deal, under $1,000, which was next to impossible to find in the local market.

Turnaround

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

Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him.

The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul.

Turned On By A Day Off

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

It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her.

Undercover Bondage

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

Chapter 1

Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw.

Violet

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

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her step-father had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways to distract him from complaining.

Violet Lovedoll

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

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving.

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.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

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

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

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

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

Wendy's Woes

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

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.

What You Pay For

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

Olivia wondered how long it would be before her scheduled session would start. She had been standing here for what seemed like an eternity and the only attention she had received was to be bound and gagged and she was getting tired and frustrated. The only person she had seen since Master Chase had bound her was another man a few moments ago that had popped in, looked her over, then left. This was entirely unacceptable and she was going to have to talk to the management about it.

White Flag (Mad Crazy Love)

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

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.

Why I Love Sunday Morning

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

Author's Note: Another one from me. Hope you enjoy it. That’s all I wish for.

Part 1

Sunday Morning.

I love Sunday mornings. This one is a lovely sunny still day.

It’s the sounds of it. The warmth of it too! The sun is beaming in through the upper bedroom windows warming the house.

I know its doing the same through our patio windows as I can feel the warm air rising up the staircase.

Wild Idea

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

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Worth Waiting For

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

Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this

Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”

You Deserve Every Stroke!

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

Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun.

The First Day

“You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!”

Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip.

Ahhhh!

“You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!”

Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation.