Suspension

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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 ...

“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. ...

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. ...