Tickling 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.

A Dream Come True

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

Part 1

I have been a happily married man for over 20 years. My wife is a great woman and has always been there for me. Over the years our sex life has dwindled, not for the lack of wanting, more for the lack of time and energy. As I have gotten older my passion for sex has not died, just been put on hold. I recently started to visit newsgroups on the net to get ideas on how to spice things up. I have always been a little kinky and a little submissive, but my wife has never really gotten into it. That was until the other night. A few weeks earlier I had received a nice bonus from work and decided to use the money for some new toys for us to try. I had found a site on-line with 2 toys that really grabbed my interest, the Sybian and Venus 2000. I couldn’t believe the prices, but the testimonials made me want to investigate further. I ordered movies on the Sybian and was amazed!!! I had to buy one and so I did. I also bought the Venus 2000 for me, hoping my wife would want to try them out. Well, when they arrived I couldn’t wait to try them out. I unpacked them and put them away were my wife wouldn’t see them until I was ready. I started making dinner and when she arrived home I had her favorite drink (Creamsicle) waiting for her. I told her that dinner would be a while and suggested that she go take a hot bath and relax. While she was soaking I refilled her drink and got dinner ready. I had clothing laid out on the bed for her (a nice sexy nightie that she hadn’t worn in quite some time). We had dinner and I told her to go relax and I would clean up. I refreshed her drink and continued with my chores. Once I was done with the cleanup I excused myself and went into the bedroom to prepare things. I took a quick shower and then pulled out our new toys. I put a video in the VCR and then went into the living room to get my wife.

A New Haunt

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

Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.

Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.

A Night At The Cinema

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

Karen arrived home to the prospect of another bland, masterless evening so on the spur of the moment she decided to visit the local cinema. Karen decided, however, to make her visit a little more interesting, and nothing would be more exquisite for her than to indulge in a little rubber self-bondage underneath her everyday clothes.

And so Karen began her evening of pleasure.

First, she took a small enema plug, lubed it, and inserted it in her pert bottom. She took her enema bag, filled it with a couple of quarts of warm water and then attached the hose to a nozzle on the plug and released a clamp. The water filled her quickly. She loved the warm fullness that a plain enema gave her, but loathed the cramps that often followed quickly.

Abducting An Angel

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

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights.

So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;)

Agreements and Pets

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

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

Akane's Kitten

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

Author's Note: The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo.

I was having troubles starting on it, so I took a lot of ideas from PET, Inc- An awesome story you can find on this site-from another author.

April

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

Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I posted last year.

Hot

I felt wonderful all week. I met April last Saturday and have seen her nearly every day since. Before that, I had spent nearly a year in mourning after a particularly difficult breakup. But now it was like all that baggage had fallen away and had been replaced by the excitement of a new relationship with a vibrant and beautiful 23 year old woman.

April and Jenny's Bet

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

My roommate, Jenny, and I were without plans one Friday night so we spent the evening drinking margaritas and playing around the Internet. We stumbled across a chastity belt site and were both pretty surprised that such things still existed. For the next several hours we looked at photos and read stories and talked about these things. Finally, after enough margaritas, we decided we would order one. Since we are both about the same size we could order one belt that would fit either of us.

Bed and Breakfast Bondage

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

Author's Note: This story is inspired by the numerous B-horror movies such as Demonic Toys and the Puppetmaster series from Full Moon Pictures. There’s a supernatural element in it, so this may not be for everybody.

Prologue

The exotic Mister E. Inn was a stylish yet surprisingly affordable Victorian styled bed and breakfast conveniently located to all major tourist attractions, regardless of the season, whether it was harvest tours and hikes in the autumn, Christmas shopping and skiing in the winter, and waterskiing and swimming in the spring and summer. Despite numerous tabloid stories of the Mister E. Inn being haunted by mischievous spirits of the erotic sort, there was never a shortage of applicants seeking its luxurious accommodations at such a low price. However, the eclectic management had an unusual system of their own for sifting through the requests and accepting only certain guest reservations, with the lovely ladies that graced through its cozy guestrooms having an experience they never forget…

Belt... Of The Future

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

The alarm sounded for the third time and I finally decided to get up - it’s nice to have a day off work, but that’s no excuse to waste it in bed. The curtains had opened themselves when the alarm had sounded the first time, and sunlight was already streaming into our bedroom of the future. In fact, our whole house was ‘of the future’ - my boyfriend Gary worked for a large multinational company that specialised in such things, and we got to try out some of the prototypes.

Beth's Cell

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

Beth stared drunkenly at the claustrophobic cell she was imprisoned within, and for the thousandth time since awakening she wondered how she had arrived at this point in her life.

The cell was only about 6 feet by 6 feet in length and width, and about twice that in height. A dingy yellow light bulb glowed constantly from behind a metal wire guard in the center of the ceiling, casting everything into a dim yellowish light with deep shadows.

Betrayed Wife's Revenge

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

Janet didn’t know what to think. She was cleaning out the front seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties. Not her scent on them. And Don had been the only other driver of the car. Suddenly she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back.

She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they coped with it. Now of course, that all took on a darker significance.

Bound Anticipation

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

Chapter One

Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She’d been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address.

Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she’d spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned.

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.

Buried Alive

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

Author's Note: This is told from both sides of the relationship. Pure fantasy, enjoy !

_Update (2012/05/10):* It is over 2 years since I last added to this story, although I always liked it and wanted to finish it. I hope you feel it was worth it, please leave comments either way to let me know.*

Derek:

‘Derek ?’ I recognised that tone of voice – kind of wheedling, like she wanted something expensive or was going to own up to denting the car or something. We had just had sex so she must have been thinking I’d agree to anything.

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.

Celia's Swim

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

Celia stared across the conference room table at her counterpart, Burk. As usual, he was studiously ignoring her while the meeting continued unabated into it’s third hour.

While many would assume he had no interest, Celia knew otherwise. She knew that his studied detachment was a conscious effort to avoid being driven to distraction by her during this meeting, a distraction that Celia was already managing to accomplish simply by gazing every so often in his direction.

Clothesline Cable

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

Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by when suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “Be good Phoebes, see you back around noon, ok!”.

Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good, and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store.

Convincing Argument

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

He had agreed to her terms about four hours into their first date.

She would make all decisions regarding their sexual relationship and he would cooperate completely, no compromise.

Since then he had step-by-step become more and more the plaything she wanted him to be, beginning a monumental workout schedlue, eating only what she gave him and completing any task she desired.

He stayed at her house and did any and all work required there - including cleaning, maintenance, and yard work. She had taken him to a clinical piercing facility several weeks into the agreement and had a thick metal ring installed up through the underside of his circumcised penis head, practically filling his urethra and remaining as a tangible weight from that day forward.

Coworkers Captive

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

Author's Note: : This is based on a fantasy of mine, which I’m sure will never happen. I hope you enjoy

Somehow, I found myself bound, gagged, and completely helplesess in my co-workers living room, with more on the way. Let me tell you how I ended up here, and where I ended up.

It all started two months ago. I was new to the financial institution where I worked. I had been working there a week or two on a project with three other individuals besides the management staff, whom we’ll call Kelly, Stacy, and Laurie. Kelly was a shorter girl, 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair, and probably around 27 years old. She had a medium build – what I’d guess to be 34 C breasts, a shapely ass, and the nicest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Stacy left a little to be desired, a bit over weight with shorter dark brown hair, 36D breasts, and a rather large behind. She was a bit older, in her mid 30’s. Finally, there was Laurie. Not bad looking, not great either. She was a bit taller at 5'10", with shapely 34 C’s, and the nicest smile you’ve seen. Pretty green eyes, and a bit larger behind, she was also in her low thirties. Kelly was married, but Stacy and Laurie were both single.

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…

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

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

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you.

Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice.

Escaped Slave

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

It all started when my friend took me out to his private ranch, out in the hills away from the City. All that open country with trees and even a small creek running through it made it look like heaven to a city girl like me. Even better, he didn’t live there, but had plans to build a house on the property some day. I saw a chance to have a private place where I could escape to indulge in my fantasies, so I didn’t hesitate to ask him for a key to the gate. He gave it to me, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, but I was glad to get it.

Fantasy Of Ticklish Torment

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

Author's Note: Hope people enjoy this one! Please rate and comment!

People began to leave the bar as the night dragged on. The bar had been abuzz all night, drawing in a crowd from all across the small coastal town to celebrate the new year.

Elliot sat in the corner sipping his drink. Guilted into submission by his family, he left his university dorm 50 miles away to come home for Christmas through to the new year. Everyone he knew had either moved -and stayed- away or were off celebrating with their family. His relatives, however, were at some sophisticated party that very much wasn’t his scene, leaving him alone, an outsider in his own hometown.

First Date

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

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She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra.

Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

Friday Night

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

The story begins one Friday night. I’d had a hard week at work and was incredible horny. Not having anyone to share this with meant I had to indulge in a little self-gratification to deal with my “stress” problems. I had received the instructions via email and was to follow them to secure both my restraint and my release. Of course, the entire episode will be filmed live on the web cam I had recently purchased for the viewing pleasure of my Mistress.

From Model To Prisioner

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

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered.

Fun with an 18" Double Dong

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

After I graduated from college, I went to work for my grandfather’s Foundation. I had been accepted in an MBA program at an East Coast University, but decided to defer for at least one year. Rather than get an apartment, I decided to live at home with my Mom and Dad. Either way, I would have to commute to the Foundation’s downtown office.

I wanted to get a solid year’s worth of business experience, before deciding if I would go onto grad school. My Dad actually had been running the Foundation, as CEO, since my grandfather retired to Florida. I had worked for the Foundation part-time, and during summers, since I was 16. I found the business of a Foundation fascinating. You met with all types of people, who were involved in many different areas of business. I was placed in charge of new accounts for grant applications under $1 million (with the CEO looking over my shoulder to help me learn and approve my major decisions.

Hell in a Padded Cell

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

1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

Her Ancestors

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

The doorbell rang. “Come in!” I yelled, “It’s unlocked!” Leah was already setting her shoes by the door before I finished the sentence. Chinese people don’t like to wear shoes inside for some reason.

Leah raced across the room in her cute little yellow tennis outfit and jumped into my lap. Putting her arms around my neck she said, “David, can we play ‘Seat Belt’ tonight? My back hurts and it would really help.”

Here I Am

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

Author's Note: All comments and suggestions welcome. Hope you enjoy, I know I did.

Here I am, tied spread eagle to my own bed wondering what is going to happen next. I have been in this position for over five hours and have just had the biggest mind blowing orgasm of my life. She had started very slowly, lightly playfully fingering my nipples, my balls, the bottom of my shaft, then a couple of deep passionate kisses. I did not want her lips to move from mine, she is an awesome kisser.

House Arrest

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

Part 1

My ‘sentence’ begins as soon as I enter the house. It has been a long, hard week and normally I would pour myself a long drink and relax, but tonight is different – I have sentenced myself to two days in prison and it all starts right here. I have spent weeks preparing for and anticipating this evening and I am determined everything will be perfect.

As soon as I have locked the front door, I strip off my work suit – high heels, pencil skirt, chiffon blouse, sheer stockings, expensive underwear – and stand in the hall, naked. I pick up my favourite ball gag off the table and push it into my mouth, strapping it tightly in place. I love the ball gag, it is my favourite piece of bondage gear, it simultaneously puts me into a ‘stress position’ so I am always uncomfortable and always aware I am in bondage, plus it removes the capacity for free speech, making me feel more helpless. As soon as the clip locks in place I am committed – the key to the lock is safely hidden away, along with several others.

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.

Jane In The Chair

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

Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair”

As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

Jane's Adventure

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

Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see ‘Bravo,’ the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. ‘Go away, Bravo!’ she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress’s activities with mild curiosity.

Janice

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

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series.

Chapter 1

Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract.

Jessica's Ruined Orgasms

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

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly.

Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14.

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.

Just One Week

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

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Kara Pays Her Rent

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

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke?

Kari's Journey

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

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy!

_Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.*

Kinky Coworkers

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

Author's Note: This story isn’t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen.

Part 1

In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they’re both married. The first which we’ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I’d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She’s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you’d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we’ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to.

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. :)

Lakeside Terror

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

Author's Note: : This story is inspired by the 1979 horror film, “Tourist Trap”.

At a modest truck and travel stop along the massive interstate, the lunch crowd had arrived in full force of travelers and truck drivers alive. The booths were packed with all sorts of people, with even the front serving bar filled up.

Alicia parked her car and entered the packed restaurant, seeing the crowd and immediately wondered how long the wait would be before she ordered; 10 minutes? 30 minutes, maybe? Was she better off heading back to her car and driving a little further for lunch?

Learning the Ropes

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

Chapter 1 - Sue’s introduction

She didn’t understand why her husband was so insistent on this. She had finally agreed 3 days ago to this and now she was having second thoughts. Sue really didn’t feel right about this. Ron had asked her about this in the past, but it never went anywhere. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this now, but here she was. When she agreed, she could tell that he had become excited that they were finally going to do this. He said he had to buy “some things” before they could proceed. She didn’t know what he had to buy and didn’t care, but he had his little bag of goodies. She was very uneasy and unsure about where this was going. She was also upset that they were even at this point in their marriage. She felt they had a good sex life. They had sex often and they enjoyed each other immensely. Why were they at this point? The more she thought about this, the angrier she became.

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.

Make or Break

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

Carla had been building towards this moment for weeks. Everything was ready, but after so much worry and soul-searching did she dare take the last irrevocable step? Her stomach churned and she felt physically sick. Dare she. Would it ruin everything?

Carla’s marriage had ended for many reasons but one, undoubtedly, had been the lack of the serious, wild sex she so loved

Reading sex novels had opened up to her imagination a fantasy world of S/M and bondage which held a deep unfathomed interest for Carla. She had bought some handcuffs and dropped a thousand hints to her ex, but while he obliged to some extent, he was not particularly enthused.

Marjorie And The Tickle

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

Author's Note: Loosely based on historical events from men

Marjorie’s history and lifestyle gave her the appearance that she was very well-rounded. She was very intelligent, having gone to a college prepatory high school run by the University Of Chicago. She received her Bachelor’s Degree at Yale, and her Master’s Degree at Colombia. She went on to medical school at Georgetown and earned her Medical Degree.

She was also at peak physical fitness. She had Cross Fit and Pilates instruction six days per week at her upscale fitness center. She could run the full court and back of a basketball court with a 32 kilogram kettle bell, deadlift 195 ponds, and row indefinitely.

Mei Ling and Me

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

CHAPTER 1

It was not planned so I suppose you could call it accidental. In any event it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I had just seated myself at one of the conference dinner tables. As usual at these events there were ten chairs squashed around the table and only the chair next to mine was still vacant.

After the usual introductions the nine of us settled back down and I glanced around to notice her standing at the entrance to the meeting room looking lost. One of the hotel banquet Captains approached her, turned, studied the room and immediately gestured for her to follow him. He had spotted the empty chair at my table.

Miles

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

Chapter 1

The last light of the day was fading from the sky when Susan pulled into the small factory parking lot forty miles from her home. She had timed things rather well, considering all the stops she had made on the drive up, and for the first time that day fully realized just what she was doing.

It was madness, totally insane and dangerous, and if she didn’t end up arrested…or even worse, assaulted, she would be pretty surprised.

More Than What I Could Imagine

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

Chapter 1

Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.

Moving Day

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

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.

“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.”

Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been.

My Day Off

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

After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

On French Soil

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

Prologue: ‘Famine, sword and fire crouch for employment’

Edward de Valence stood upon the deck of The Black Swan and watched as her captain barked out orders. Never had Edward seen such a mighty fleet assembled as on this bright August day. A myriad of colored pennants whipped and snapped in the warm sea air and the decks of the ships sparkled with their armor clad passengers. Edward could barely make out the masts of La Trinite Royale, Henry the V’s flagship.

Paula's Modelling Experience

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

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back

Payback

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

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why?

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.

Plea Bargain

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

“Alright doll face let me get this straight; your not a hooker. You got lost in the red light district on your way to a costume party, which is why your dressed like a hooker. You stopped for directions and someone snatched your purse; so you propositioned an undercover detective for a ride.”

“It sounds a lot worse when you say it officer. You might as well lets say, I’ve heard them all,” Laura Schwartz said.

Prairie Pickin'

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

Author's Note: Greetings fellow BDSM enthusiasts, I’m a long time lurker and first time poster. Although I’ve been writing/roleplaying extensively throughout my inception into the BDSM culture, I figured it’s about time I started sharing some of my bizarre ideas for all you lovely kinky folks to enjoy. I haven’t anything else to add, except that I’d like to thank the fantastic Ty M Goode for his wonderful stories and overall influence in my writing, and that I look forward to writing more stories in the future. So please enjoy, and let me know what you think in the comments. Thanks! ^3^

Pride

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

Chapter 1

Jon walks down the hall of his local college, looking a bit nervous. He’s always been shy and never comfortable being around so many people. Going to his next class as he sees her out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, at this beautiful, tall, blonde, blue eyed girl. He couldn’t figure out, what made him desire her so much. Always smiling, making him feel comfortable, each time he sees her. If it wasn’t for being so shy, he’d already asked her out, doing it in his head about a hundred times. The question being, could he survive if she rejects him? Could they be friends? Only talking to her in passing. Coming up with ways to ask her out, but never having the nerve. Needing just that push to break the ice.

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.

Relic

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

Tempest Bannister was close, she could sense it. Months of research through dusty libraries was about to pay off. She’d heard rumors of hidden vaults among the old Moorish ruins in the Highlands, but bit by bit, she’d pieced together information that told her that these were more than just folklore.

Tempest was more adventurer than archeologist. Rather like Lara Croft (Though she thought of that character as a mere amateur, in addition to being a work of fiction). She’d always been fascinated by items from the distant past. After receiving her degree in the field, she’d either been lucky enough or talented enough to make several remarkable discoveries. She preferred to think of it as the latter.

Sabina

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

Chapter 1 - The Domme!

The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina.

The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up then I stopped, removed both hands, and sat back.

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.

Searching For My Love

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

I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole.

Secretly I Slave

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

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women

Chapter 1

Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities.

Sex Slave to a Stewardess

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

Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa

While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life.

SG Claire's Interrogation

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

Author's Note: : This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission.

Chapter 1

“Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!”

Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, “Not you two again.”

She's Off Limits

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

Author's Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed my story!

Chapter 1

The party raged throughout the cramped dorm, music booming amongst the tipsy cheers of the guests. Nearly three dozen students were present, exchanging immature banter and drinking recklessly.

Kyle huddled in a small corner, smashing together every ounce of confidence in his body. Across the room, the alluring Zoe sipped casually at her drink. Zoe had attracted Kyle’s longing eyes in their first shared class and had occupied his mind ever since. For nearly three months he had attempted to summon the courage to talk to her but had chickened out at every opportunity. However, when he had heard that she would be attending a party in a nearby dorm, he knew that he would never get a better chance to ask her out.

Silver

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

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

Smoking Issues

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

Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

_Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.*

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

Spring Break

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

Chapter 1

John awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, it was a sound he was all to familiar with. The new year had just started and John was less than enthusiastic as he got up to get dressed. Despite being in his second year of college John’s social life left a lot to be desired. John came from a poor background was poor and to afford college he had joined the Army for the education benefits which, the age and maturity difference made it hard to connect to his classmates and left him as a bit of a loner. Despite this he had a felling this year would be different, however as he set out on his mundane walk to class that optimistic feeling began to fade.

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.

Susan's Return

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

Chapter 1 – Lost and Found

It had happened nearly a year ago, but Ross remembered it like it was yesterday. Ross had just completed his junior year at State when Susan decided to end their five years together. In hindsight, it all seemed rather petty. They had been out to a fraternity party. He had probably had a few too many, and she started tickling him. Instinctively, he grabbed her wrists and flipped her underneath him. With an extra 50 pounds and 10 inches to his advantage, it was almost too easy. Even though she begged him to stop, he thought she was just playing, and it wasn’t until he used his necktie to tie her wrists behind her back that he knew he had gone too far.

Tammy's Bondage Application

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

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen.

James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her.

Thank You, Anne Gray

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

AUTHORS NOTE: I wish to thank Anne Gray for her permission to use and refer to some of her wonderful stories in writing this, as well as allowing me post it. I offer my heartfelt thanks from the readers she has entertained with all the stories she has written, and, I beg her to continue to entertain and delight us with more adventures.

I need a good cry, so I pull the car over to the side of the interstate.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

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

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Arrangement

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

“Oh my God,” Mandy and Derrick both said at the same time when Lori walked in on them. For a moment she just looked at them with those big unbelieving eyes of hers. Then, without a word, she backed up and closed the bedroom door behind her, as if she thought maybe they hadn’t see her looking right at them.

Mandy looked over at him in alarm. “Don’t let her leave,” she said, as she jumped up and started pulling on her shorts.

The Attic

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

“Come on! Last one in the house sucks pond slime!” Keri smacked the back of Todd’s bathing suit and dashed for the back door of the cabin.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one!” Todd chuckled and took off after her. He tiptoe-jogged across the sharp gravel of the driveway in his barefeet. “Damn!” he thought “I should have brought thongs like Keri”.

Watching her long gorgeous legs race across the lawn, he realized he probably wasn’t going to catch her before the house. They were both still a little damp from their plunge into the lake, she in her cute little peach bikini, him in his blue swimming trunks. Charging after her, he took the steps up to the porch three at a time, finally catching her as they raced through the French doors on the back of the house and tackling her down onto the living room couch.

The Bounding Main

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

Spring fever had hit Gina hard. Nights in Las Vegas were still on the cool side and the prospect of spending some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat was intoxicating. Stephen had sprung the idea on her a few days ago and they decided a weekend on the water was just the thing to prep for the coming summer. For days that was all that Gina focused on.

The Box

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

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

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 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 Lions Mouth

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

The drive through the late October countryside was singularly dreary. The rain had started as Olivia left her London motel room and it seemed to thicken the further she drove into the rural fields of the south. She had her maps and the excellent sense of direction a former military career had given her, but the numerous narrow lanes and unmarked roads gave even a seasoned map-reader like her seem navigationally challenged.

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 Next Step

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

Author's Note: I’ll admit that I stole the idea for the basic setup from someone else’s story. Unfortunately, I can’t recall what story it was, so I can’t credit that author directly. I liked the idea, but I wanted to take it in a rather different direction, with the results below.

I think of this as a story with bondage, rather than bondage with a bit of story added. If you are looking for long lists of intricate binding, each more elaborate than the previous, this isn’t it.

The Sitter

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

Author's Note: This is only the introduction to a story I am currently writing. Please, critique away! Also, I only put the tags for this part of the story, will add more as time goes on.

_Update (2014/03/26):* Sorry for the extraordinarily long time in updating. The story took a little bit too dark of a turn for me, so I abandoned the story for a while. Any suggestions for how to go on from here without going extraordinarily dark would be nice! Thanks!*

The Summer Project

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

**Author’s Notes:**It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a fesseln1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Chapter 1

The Torture Ends At Dawn

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

Chapter One

The female on display in the moonlit shadows of the back yard was stunning, if only in her complete vulnerability. Half out of necessity and half due to her captors’ kinky desires, she had been strictly encased in leather from head to toe, and then bound into an extremely painful position that also afforded full access to every inch of her tightly toned flesh.

Candi had been her name since college. She knew it was corny, but it seemed to draw every drooling male within hearing distance immediately to her side, which is exactly what she wanted. Then again, her magnetism could also have been caused by her 36-23-35 inch figure, which was topped off by the golden blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Or it could have been the pouting lips, or the blue eyes, or the perfect nose. Right now, however, those last three assets were buried behind the half hood that was strapped tightly around her head.

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 Walk

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

This day, like many others, she sits at her desk contemplating the one man who has given her life more meaning and direction than any other man she has ever known, her Master. How swiftly she let herself be captured by him and his words, how easily he took control, and seeming to know every thought and need she has ever had in her life, he voiced what she could not. She thinks back to a time when she was not the woman she is today, when she was scared of herself and her desires yet longed to be someone else, someone who was capable of capturing the attention of everyone she came in contact with, yet belonged to only one.

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.

Too Late Now

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

So here I am tied to my huge 4 post bed. I am kneeling legs around the pole, crossed and tied. My hands are tied behind my back. My girlfriend has me dressed in a little short sexy dress that she bought just for me, behind my back. I have some very high heels on as well, with my toenails and fingernails both done up with my face also receiving a very feminine makeover.

Trading Spaces

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

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline)

As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life….

INGERDIENTS*: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.ACTIVE INGREDIENTS_: 1% Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline_

Trapped by His Own Devices

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

He lay there helpless in the dark. The dim lights and sounds emanating from the other room however reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was being left to suffer the cruel psychological torture that only sexual deprivation could provide him. He longed for release. He longed for satisfaction. He longed to cry out to his mistress. But a mouthful of rubber kept him from doing anything but wait.

“You should put the belt on,” she whispered with a devilish grin. The last day of her period was keeping them from enjoying a playful romp, but she wanted to make sure that he was horny for her tomorrow. She was ready for a spin in the sheets right now but he would have no part of it. A day of frustration for him meant some added insurance for her and her needs. Besides, he liked it even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Tri Lambda's Halloween Revenge

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

Chapter 1

The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions.

The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys.

Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights.

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.

Unfriendly Reunion

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

Author's Note: This story is fan fiction from the U.S. television sitcom “Laverne & Shirley”, and is meant to get stay consistent with the show’s theme and tone that takes place in the late 1950s/early 1960s. Therefore, it’s PG-rated at most, and may not be for everyone.

They were the best of friends since elementary school growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin who complemented each other in personality and appearance. There was demure Cindy Feeney, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short yet stylish brown hair that ended around the base of her neck, a slender frame, with fair skin and blue eyes. She dreamt of being swept off her feet by a handsome doctor, settling down somewhere warm to raise a family. And of course, there was her best friend in the world, Laverne De Fazio, who stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, with long sandy brown hair, brown eyes, with an average yet tomboyish frame and build. Streetwise and tough, Laverne always made sure no one picked on Shirley. In turn, Shirley kept Laverne away from the bad influences that would’ve ruined her life as a teenager.

Viking Instinct

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

Author's Note: A horny football player indulges in his animal instincts with a half-White, half-Latina cheerleader.

EDIT (05/14/11): This is a sequel to the first story I published on this site, the one called “Viking Instinct”. Only recently did I get back in the game, so only recently did I remember to publish this one.

Hunter continues his indulgence in fantasy, this time with the best friend of his last victim thrown into the mix for some forced girl-on-girl action.

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.

WWW.Live_Your_Dreams.Com

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

Part One of Two

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”