Torture

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. ...

Author's Note: A story that shows that thought is essential and can have a positive effect a dedication to the art & a fantasy fulfilled. no matter how innocent they might look know one can tell what is going on in the dark recesses of another mind. Carrie-Anne had just finished the last of her degree’s final exams. She was twenty and eleven years old, petite verging on boyish, with small breasts and a desire burning to loose her virginity in all respects. ...

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. ...

Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...

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. ...

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. ...

Part 1 Anna leaned forward and tried to reach the chain. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, with short chain holding the cuffs into ring built into the cement wall of the cell. She was barely able to move into a crouch, one hand barely managing to grip the chain, but she pulled anyway hoping, desperately that it would somehow come loose. Jane sat across the cell, her hands bound to another wall. Jane had pulled her legs up to partially cover her pussy. Otherwise she simply sat on the concrete floor, too defeated to cry. ...

I awoke seconds before the alarm went off. My eyes burned a hole through the LED display until the lights changed and the buzzing went off. Both hands were pressed between my loins, and I pulled them away to turn off the alarm and throw off the cover. I had a schedule to keep and I dared not be late. I made the bed rather quickly. It consisted only of a small mattress laying on the floor, with a single pillow for my head and a single blanket for warmth. Some would say it was not much, but I felt proud of them. I had earned them for excellent service for my Master. I even had my own room (or large closet) that I could call my very own. ...

I sat outside in my Chevy coup. We’d met on the internet. He had called me a wannabe when I told him I like the photos from his last party. I asked if I could join and told him I wanted him and his friends to turn me into a Chinese finger trap. It was crude. But the photos from his party were cruder. Straight jackets and rubber balls. All manner of rough devices and wooden contraptions. Participants in all stages of contortion and lust. I now sat two hundred feet from the scene. ...

Author's Note: This is obviously a work of fantasy. He was a very cruel master, the most sadistic master she ever had or ever could have ever dreamed of. That was exactly why she gave herself to him. She gave herself completely and without limits or safewords. She was his to inflict punishment or give pleasure as he saw fit. The punishment he was about to inflict on her was going to be quite severe indeed. ...