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.” ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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 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. ...
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 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. ...
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. ...
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. ...