Torture

Author's Note: For Miss Patricia Recently online I found Miss Patricia. Other than what her profile states I don’t know much about her. I haven’t even seen a photo of her as her profile has only images of a sub bound in some rather delightful ways. The only description I have of her is that she is 44, 5'5" tall and is African American. Just some of the items listed in her profile include: Orgasm control, chastity, CBT, collars, bondage, queening, canes and crops, blindfolds… wait right there. Blindfolds and masks. That reminds me of one of my most exciting experiences. It involved my previous Mistress Rebekah. She recently moved about 1200 miles away so needless to say I am now available. ...

Author's Note: This is a full story, but there could be other parts added if anyone likes this! Framed I had responded to an advert on a TV/TS website, under the Events section: “T Girls wanted for hotel meet at the Airport on Sunday arriving at 3 pm” I sent an initial email with a few photos of me dressed, the organiser, Terry told me what would normally happen and who would be attending. He had got 2 other T girls wanting turn up and 3 other men besides himself. A number of others had expressed interest but hadn’t confirmed. He was very interested when I said I’d love to be tied up helpless and used - “the guys would love you” he said. ...

Author's Note: This story is based on fantasies of my co-author, an Asian college girl depicted in the story as the victim. My character is the evil Dentist and her abductor. The other main character is based on a friend of mine and her parts are written by both authors. The beginning of each chapter is from my character’s perspective and the end of each from hers. Update (11/13/11): I would also like to thank our readers for their comments, encouragements and patience. Here is the end of that day, and our story, but undeniably a new beginning for Jennifer. ...

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around. ...

Author's Note: Peri is a member of a rather unique church that expects females to submit to the men in their lives. Females are inferior to Males and this commandment forms the foundation of her life and her role in society. Chaptees 1 < The 10 commandments for females Females are inferior to Males No female may hold a position of authority over any Male No female may question the authority of any Male ...

Author's Note: Just a fun story of a girl having some fun with her guy in the basement. You are tied up, the ropes are so tight they are cutting into your skin and you know once they are removed (if ever) there will be marks left behind on your pale skin… You are in a dark and cold basement, the ropes that are attached to your wrists are all tied to points on the wall, your arms and legs are spread far apart and your naked body is pressed against the cold damp wall… You hear a noise but cannot see due to the room being so dark, a cold hand, my hand.. Touches your cheek lightly “Hello there, my pet.” I say to you, I remove the blindfold you didn’t know was there and the room reveals itself to you, a little brighter than you thought it was originally… you look around and see a table with tools laid out on it.. “Things to torture you with” I say, giggling as your eyes widen in fear.. I grab the pinwheel that is sitting on the table and I press the spike against your cheek, then run it down while applying as much pressure as I can… You wince and close your eyes as I run the pinwheel down your cheek, down to your neck… Leaving little marks behind… ...

Chapter 1 I made a big mistake, a BIG mistake. I thought it would be over quicker and so it would be easier. Wrong. How hard could it be? Oh my God! I had eight more days and after one day, actually 8 hours, I thought I was going to die. Let me explain… In 2033 the crime rate was sky high. The prisons were overflowing. So a law was passed that gave convicted criminals a choice, do much longer time than in the past or do much shorter time in a correctional facility where you would be punished during your sentence. The punishment was in keeping with your crime. For example, my crime was perjury; I was to be punished for speaking falsely so I was to be punished by being gagged. You don’t even want to know the punishment for prostitution, holy shit. Anyway I chose the punishment facility; I figured how hard could a gag be? This is my story of my first day. ...

Blindfolded and hooded, Georgina could hear very little and see nothing, but she was convinced that she was now alone in the room, and had been for at least an hour. It had taken her that long to gather her wits and relate to the situation in which she found herself. It was time to make her attempt at escape. She was sure that the key to the handcuffs had been left on a hook just in front of her. With her hands pinioned in front of her, she thought that although her wrists were attached to her waist, collar and ankle cuffs by chains, there should be enough slack to reach the key. Curious that her captor had apparently left the key within reach and had not locked her wrists behind her back; it was almost as if she intended her victim to manage her escape! ...

Author's Note: This was written for a podcast to be read on October 25, 2020 by Enchantrix Harper. https://www.spreaker.com/user/cock-radio/ws-228-listener-stories-and-tarot. The requirement was that it was to be less than 1500 words. Gimpy waited. It had completely lost track of time. It couldn’t remember the last time that it had been allowed to see. The thick, form fitting leather surrounding his head completely blocked any possibility of vision. The layers of leather encasing its head and it’s features had been something that it had come to terms with, but the loss of it’s sight at the will of it’s owner seemed like days ago. ...

Have you ever tried to walk with a dildo inside you? It’s weird, let me tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a big butt-plug in my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was also wearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very tightly, and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw. I wore a black turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the jeans. The high collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around my throat, and the two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and were attached to my nipple rings. ...