Torture

Author's Note: An unsuspecting technician walks with his eyes wide open into a femdom trap. This story consists of a number of personal experiences as well as fictional events. The engine sound suddenly changed and the plane took a definite nose-down attitude. A ringtone sounded as the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign was illuminated. Sighing I fastened the strap across my lap. The little plane heaved and shuddered and I looked out of the vibrating window but saw only ink black darkness outside. ...

Author's Note: Long winter nights for fun and profit. Prolog I’m not sure who I am writing this for, but up here, the nights are long and the entertainment is strictly whatever a person can come up with. Like most Sourdoughs, reading is popular to fill up the hours so I am not completely uneducated, although I have to say that my attention span in school was not the best in the class. Of course, the preferred entertainment to fill up leisure hours is to lay on top of the opposite sex, doing - well, whatever comes natural. Or, sometimes, in my case, unnatural. Of course, even for a young person - ok, I’m not quite yet in my 30’s - that can’t be the only entertainment. Eventually, the stream runs dry for the day. ...

Author’s Note: This is my second story. First off I want to say thank you for reading. I appreciate all comments, if you didn’t like the story, please, tell me how I can improve for next time. The reason why the conclusion is so long (at least in my opinion it is) is because I wanted to wrap it up nicely and not abruptly. I had to create a long conclusion in order to properly lead into the next chapter which I am currently in the process of writing. This is a story of a perfect girl with a completely perfect, carefree life. She is thrown into the world of bondage which she did not even know existed. I tried putting in ‘movie style’ elements such as standoffs and cliffhanger suspense moments. Yes, the characters may seem unrealistic but believe me when I say this, I base all of my characters in my stories off of myself and some of my good friends. Once again, thank you for reading and enjoy! ...

The lift came to a halt and its doors slid open. The Executive floor. Nervously he padded down the richly carpeted corridor towards his destination - the only lit doorway, right at its end. The floors other occupants were no doubt already enjoying their Friday evening. But no beer filled pleasures for him, oh no. He knocked on the door marked CEO and received a peremptory “Come in”. The corner office was well appointed but he knew where he should head for, not to either of the plush chairs, or to the small meeting table, but straight in front of the desk. He stood there and waited. She pretended to study the file in front of her, waiting to see if he became impatient and dare to say something. But silence filled the room. A hiss of nylon carried to him as she sat back and crossed her legs. “You know why I’ve called you here Higson?” He went to open his mouth but she carried straight on “Of course you do. Anyone with terrible sales figures like yours would realise why they were here……………………. the question is what are we going to do about it? He swallowed. He knew only too well what was going to happen now. She stood up and came around the desk. “Let’s go into the inner office and discuss your performance further in there”. Crossing the room, she unlocked a panelled door and beaconed him with a finger. “God” he thought, “straight to it then”. ...

Part 1: The Girls and the Plan Sara was a “sexy, but cute” blue eyed blonde. Beth was tall, buxom, had brown hair and was aggressive. Gina was a hot but somewhat bossy red head. Lifelong friends, the three young women shared a love of bondage and BDSM. For years they tied and “enslaved” each other, then bought in others, both female and male, to play with them. But the one thing they wanted to do was kidnap someone, hold them captive, and make them into their sex slave, whether she or he liked it or not. Beth often talked of literally whipping them into shape with a dreamy look in her eyes. But for all their talk, they were never able to carry out this plan. There was so much planning and work in capturing someone and holding them prisoner that something always happened to foil the would-be kidnappers. Then Delia came to their school. ...

Author's Note: If you’ve read my earlier story, “Self-imposed Punishment” (Please do; it’ll provide valuable background that will help you to better understand what I’ve written here), you know the drill at my house: in order to cum, I must first suffer by the cock and balls. Intense application of electroshock is the punishment of choice. Two things on which I unfortunately didn’t elaborate in that last story are the self-bondage method that I employ and the excruciating pain that I endure as I struggle to free myself. Those omissions I hope to rectify here. ...

Mary lay still, trying to conserve what little energy she had left. To be honest she had little movement available to her but she had been struggling now for over 36 hours with no effect. There had to be an answer to this predicament. She just had to work it out. In the mean time she must stay calm and still. Mary was one of Nature’s cruel jokes, a “Plain Jane”. She was flat chested and just a little too plump. Her hair was mousy, straight, and refused to sit in any styling position for more than an hour. She normally wore glasses, having tried contact lenses and found she was hyper allergic to them. No amount of money or style could make her attractive to the male or female sex alike. She was a loner, always had been, probably always would be, assuming she got herself out of this bind that she was in. ...

Author's Note: The following is Part 1 of a sequel to The Dice Game. Enjoy! Part 1: Revealed The Dice Game took on a life of its own. For its three inventors, like most people, college was a time of self-definition and preparation for the rest of their lives. But it was also a time apart-a time when the excessive could seem reasonable and when identity was a work in progress. By the start of their senior year, these women hardly resembled the fledgling girls they had been just a year or two before. They had blossomed, and so had the Dice Game. ...

“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.” Milton, Paradise Lost. Chapter the only. I looked out my office picture window and at the huge vista beyond. Another beautiful day, blue sky, blue water, probably up to maybe 75 degrees today. But of course, that was the norm in this part of the Pacific - the only bad days were during the monsoon. Of course, even the bad days were like nirvana compared to the interminable cold where I grew up - Montana, USA. If I ever left here permanently - and I wouldn’t unless it was just ahead of the law from somewhere - I wouldn’t even fly over my old freezing hell hole. ...

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks: 5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break. ...