Torture

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). My name is Misty and I’m a 27 year old bi-sexual female slave. I’m Owned by Mistress Gwen Gwen who is strict and ensures that I keep my body perfectly fit and healthy to the extreme. I had recently disobeyed in a very severe way, Mistress Gwen has forbid all of her female slaves from having sex with any of the male slaves and she caught me doing just that one afternoon. She kept me chained in the basement cells for weeks and I knew she was mad, but did not realize just how mad she was. She came in one morning and finally released me, promising that she was about to give me a very unusual session. I thought maybe her anger had passed in the weeks I had been locked down here, but I was mistaken. ...

Author's Note: This is an adult baby story. If this isn’t your thing I suggest you move on. I was driving home one night in a snowstorm. I was on a lonely country road when my car suddenly skidded and crashed sideways into a tree. ‘Shit’ I thought. I tried calling for help on my phone but there was no signal. The snow was still coming down hard and it was pitch black. I decided to get out and look around. I was wearing jeans, a hoodie and a ski jacket so I wasn’t as cold as I could have been. I walked up the road for ages when I saw a car approach. I waved my arms and it stopped. The window rolled down and I saw a woman around thirty-five with long wavy brown hair. ...

Part 1 I had to have her. For years, I had been watching her on the morning news show, and for years I had imagined her bound, gagged, and down on her knees for my use. Unknown to her, today would be the day she would become my captive. I’m not crazy – I’m a young man, who prefers the nicer things in life. Having inherited a substantial amount of money when my parents had passed in a car crash, I was able to buy a modest house out in the country. It also allowed me to rig my basement with a nice dungeon, and holding cell. In the dungeon, I had a nice bondage bed, with a strong, long cage underneath. I also had various anchor points installed in the walls, a St. Andrews cross, and a nice bondage chair. ...

Earlier this year I wrote up “my poolside adventure” of August 2006. Click here to read the first part of this tale. Just to remind you, I’m an attractive 34 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage and light bdsm inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. Last summer, my neighbors asked me to watch their house while they were away on vacation, and I took the opportunity to practice some self-bondage by their backyard pool so that their their cute, twenty-something pool man could find me and fuck me. ...

Author's Note: First of many chapters about real life play. Chapter 1 My weekend as a sex slave. The thick, heavy, lightly brushed steel cuff slowly closed around my right wrist. The internal locking mechanism clicking closed, sounding the end of the steels journey. I loved the look of the 3 inch steel cuff. It’s weight, it’s feel, the way it rested on my wrist. How it was so seamless, the joints so closely machined. It looked so solid, so permanent. It also signified that start of another weekend of bondage. ...

Author's Note: A young researcher visits the wrong household and becomes the offspring Nancy could never have. Nancy Jacobson always wanted a little baby girl. She and her husband, Steve, were trying during the first few years of their marriage, but now she was 38 years old and time was running out. They lived in a big, but not very preserved cabin, a few miles outside of town. That and the fact that none of them had a stable job, made it impossible for them to adopt a child. Nancy, a blond, chubby woman with long fingernails, had become increasingly depressed due to this situation, and rarely left the house. Steve, a quiet, thin-looking man, whose, sideburns had just started turning white, tried to comfort his wife as best as he could. But things didn’t seem to change and desperation slowly turned into madness in Nancy’s mind… ...

Author's Note: Synopsis: Seven young women develop intense D/s relationships. As the story develops, the level of B&D/S&M will increase along the way. Chapter 1 - At the Bar The Esquire buzzed with activity as Peaches pushed through the door. A sea of male eyes followed as the redhead sashayed across the room. Her blue spike heels helped to give the illusion that her shapely legs went on forever before ending enticingly at the hem of her denim miniskirt. ...

Nicole had been gardening all morning and was finishing lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Boswell, her nearest neighbor, whose voice she recognized from tea parties that her mother gave. Those teas were such a bore. And Mrs. Boswell could drone on so. “Nicole, dear, is your mom free?” “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but Mummy is in France for a month.” Nicole was almost eighteen, in her last year of Public School. She had use of one of the cars, a checking account and was a responsible girl, so her parents left her home, rather than drag her to France. It was a second honeymoon for them. ...

She didn’t know who he was and she didn’t care. He was her victim for the evening and she was going to make sure that he knew it. She sighed. Where had she gone wrong with this one? She had made him want her using all the tricks that men usually fell for; and he had seemed interested. But when she had offered sex, he had turned her down. She couldn’t see why. He was single and straight; she was hot like fire. Well, now this was his punishment for it. ...

Author's Note: This is only the first part of what hopefully will be a fairly long story set in an indefinite far-future. The government as we know it has collapsed, and crime syndicates and influential families run the show. This is my first effort, so let me know what you think! Part 1 Patrick I’d expected it to be darker. Admittedly, I’ve never been abducted before, but when your captors refer to your prison as “the dungeon,” I think it’s fair to expect something a little more threatening than a basement. They didn’t even board up the broken windows, just installed bars. They clearly aren’t worried about us being seen. Outside the windows is flat earth dotted with weeds and the occasional car tire. I waste a few minutes wondering where we are, like I’ve been doing since I woke up. ...