Author's Note: Please feel free to split it up into the chapters. I have previously put this up on the “Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive” (EMCSA). I’m not sure if that means you want to publish on your site or not, but I thought I’d give you the choice. Chapter 1 - Inception Layla danced as though the music had taken over her soul. Her half-naked body gleamed with sweat as she writhed in time with the beat. Joe watched, rapt, as she danced in front of him. ...
Author's Note: Thanks to Jenny Harrison for proof reading services. See my new deviantart page at ilovelaysan.deviantart.com. Thanks for reading. I hope that you enjoy the story! I was surprised by my own strength, as I assume one would be, when I picked myself up by the collar of my blouse and pulled myself, limbs flailing, through the narrow passage of the mirror and into the womb of the world behind. I bounced off a sink and collapsed to a chipped tile floor below. The small bathroom, perfectly arranged in a fashion just the opposite of my own, rang with the echoes of my shocked and frightened screams. ...
Introduction Her name was Mary, but professionally she was Mistress Madeleine, she felt this touch of Frenchness suited her profession. She even talked with a phoney French accent when she was working with a client. She had started out as a normal girl, but a boyfriend, at university, changed all that, he persuaded her to tie him up and dominate him. Reluctant at first to do this, she eventually agreed, more for a laugh than for any serious reason, to her surprise she found she liked it. The feeling of power over another person, and the control where major turn on’s for her. The boyfriend eventually disappeared, but her Domme character didn’t, so after a number of career false starts she started advertising herself as Mistress Madeleine. She was amazed when the phone started ringing with men and a few women wanting to visit her for ‘corrective training’. ...
Chapter 1 Rick had been dating Monique for a little over a month when he realized that he didn’t really know what she did for a living. He began to ask her about it, but she always avoided the topic. Rick started with subtle remarks, but by the end of their second month of dating, he was pointedly asking her what she did for a living. Still, she continued to sidestep the issue. Rick’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of him. ...
Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin. Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.” ...
Prologue When I was young, I fell down some stone steps and it left me disfigured. One bad step and my life was greatly altered. I have a nasty scar on my forehead and a smaller one on my lips, a gash on my chin, a squashed nose, mismatched cheeks, and I have a squinty eye. People showed pity to me at first, but as I grew the pity was replaced by disgust. I tried to counter it by working out so I had a good body. And I was blessed with a very fine penis. But it didn’t help. Women were too repulsed by me for me to show it to them. As time passed I became a woman hater as every female I met insulted me, patronized me, rejected me, used & cheated me, and even hurt me. When I got into bondage and BDSM, I really got into it, thinking of having several sex slaves to do whatever I wanted to and they’d have to take it whether they liked it or not. I spent years building up a collection of toys and equipment for the day I’d get to strike. There were some girls at the school I went to and worked at that I wanted to have and vowed to enslave them. And opportunity gave me a chance sooner than I thought… ...
Standing in front of me was a handsome young man. He was no taller than I but very well built. He had his eyes cast to the floor and would dare not look at me unless spoken to. “What a good boy” I find myself thinking as I look over him. His bubbly ass was bright red from his daily punishment and his nipples were standing hard at attention from being clamped for so long. I tell him to kneel and he does so without hesitation. I have trained him well. The light from the fire seems to dance on his bald head I gently rub it and whisper” Do you love your master?” he gazes up into my eyes and replies “Yes master” I force him on all fours and have him walk with me to the table where I have already laid out the toys for tonight’s session. First taking the dog tail butt plug I shove it into his mouth and say to him “Make that nice and wet, unless you want me to shove it in dry” I watch as he uses his own saliva to make his familiar ass toy as slick as possible. After some time has passed and I remove the toy from his mouth tell him to take a deep breath and I shove it in listening to him let out a deep sigh as it sits in place, then taking the dog mask I cover that beautiful face of his with the mask and secure it almost too tight around his head. ...
Author's Note: This is more of a report than a story. It is a report about the self-bondage games I play, thus all you will find in here is absolutely non-fiction up to each little detail. Enjoy and take away some inspiration! In the case that you just want to read a self-bondage story, then I kindly would suggest that you go somewhere else. However, you really might miss something. Come on, give it a try! ...
Author's Note: This story has been published in slightly shorter form at another site a few years back. I have written a few pages of part 2, but when and if that will be posted is anybody’s guess ;-) English is NOT my native language - so please don’t be too hash about spelling and such… Part 1 Friday 26 Trembling, and trying desperately to keep myself from crying, I waited, as ordered by my wife Ulrika. I was precariously balancing myself on top of the insane, nine inch stiletto-heeled, four-inch platform shoes. My feet where pointing straight downwards in a kind of ballet stance, but I dared not even think about sitting down, even if my “clothes” had permitted me to do so. I did not even dare to lean against a wall, despite the fact that my poor feet and legs where literally shaking and throbbing with pain. The kitchen was dark, only lit by a weak 15Watt bulb over the sink. Laughter and small talk from the adjoining dinner room drifted in trough the closed door. Suddenly the sharp light from the row of overhead tubes flickered into being, illuminating the large room with their blue-white glare. ...
Hi, I m Aakash. I love to be bound and gagged. I also like crossdressing. I love to wear lingerie, pantyhose, panties, stocking and gloves. I would love to share my first bondage experience with all the readers. Six year back I was hanging out with my girlfriend at nearest hill station from my town. It was a Friday and we went for a walk near mountains. We were alone on the road. We were just sharing our thoughts about our life. Its around 7.00 pm. And we seat on the rocks, and started discussing about our fantasies. ...