Toys on Utopia Stories Library

(Rubber) Bound, For Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!)

“Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!”

A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening.

1st and Goal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Football season had arrived (finally), but Bertram Seagram was not a happy man. Sole owner of the newly franchised team, the Memphis Maulers, things looked bleak when they should have held great promise. His staff of attorneys had finished sifting through the league contract and discovered something very disconcerting. If the team did not show a profit by the end of their very first season, the franchise would be placed in a lottery for other markets to bid upon. Of course, this revelation was made after Seagram had signed the agreement.

2 for 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were.

EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom’s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I’d be interested to hear in the comments.

32 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Here I am squatted down in somewhat of a upright fetal position in the shadows of a dirty closet on the first floor of a filthy abandoned building on Lake Street about six blocks West of downtown Chicago on a balmy Friday night in July. My name is Alicia.

My black leather elbow length gloved hands are locked behind my back at the wrists with a medium sized brass “master Lock” attached to a leather lead strap that is connected to a posture collar that is locked about my neck. The posture collar is firmly holding on my head a black leather lace up hood with openings for my eyes, two small holes for my nose and a small hole where the mouth would be. Under that hood is a large red ball gag tightly buckled between my red painted lips that all but covers the mouth hole in the mask. My ankles of my black size 8 knee high lace up leather boots with a 5 inch heal are locked together with another larger brass “Master Lock” that allows for 2-3 inches of gap between the ankles. My Black pleated latex skirt has risen up to expose my sheer thigh high stockings and lace garter belts. I’m not wearing any panties. They had been replaced by a length of chrome chain that is wrapped tightly around my waist and pulled roughly between my legs and is locked just below the small of my back with another small brass “master lock.” The chain has become my steel g-string digging deeply into the soft flesh between my legs. The chain is not without purpose. Its application was to hold the large black butt plug and the 6-inch extra thick black latex dildo tightly in place. I did not use any vibrators on this trip I had been a “bad girl” and I needed punished.

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago’s North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan’s 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn’t even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally’s and Bill’s Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone’s SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day’s breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways.

48 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was time for rent again. My roommate Lina and I were sitting at the desk I could tell by the look on her face she was going to fall short again. It was also kind of interesting that every time the rent discussion was scheduled she looked and wore something particularly fetching, as if she knew I had a crush on her.

Lina was Asian, about 5 foot six, with a slender yet curvaceous and athletic build and a stunning face. She had high cheekbones and a cute nose with a thin bridge and wide nostrils. Her dark almond shaped eyes were large with long eyelashes and she had long straight black hair framing it all. She was wearing a tight black and white striped tank top that showed off her attractive B cup breasts, her shapely wiry arms and her perfect flat, muscled stomach and slender waist. Her white skirt today was especially short and tight about her curvy hips and rounded and toned buttocks. She was stretching out her long slender muscular legs to good effect.

48hrs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A couple book into a hotel for a weekend. A whole 48hrs together, however for the first 24hrs he must do what ever she wants, then its will be his turn.

Notes: This was one inspired by me being stuck in a hotel for 2 days. I started looking round and wondering what I could get up to with a willing partner and suitable equipment. (Also you may find the flow of the story a bit strange and staccato. I was experimenting with a short sentence he said/she said format).

72 Hours

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What goes throught the mind of a young woman who, due to extreme economical problems, has sold herself into slavery and now awaits the beginning of her new life?

Compounding the stress is the fact that her decision is not final until a prescribed waiting period has been completed.

April signed the agreement; she put the pen on the desk and slowly stood up. She then watched as the woman seated on the other side of the desk turned the papers around and carefully flipped through the pages insuring that each of the required places for initials had been properly marked and that April’s signature was properly placed and dated. Seemingly satisfied she placed the paperwork into a file the tab of which showed April’s full name and the date of April 2, 2012, her date of birth, eighteen years ago today. The woman nodded to a woman standing near the door. The woman stepped forward holding something silver in color in front of her.

A Business Transaction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I see you like the service today,” my host said smiling.

I glanced over at the serving girl. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform though she was clearly in her early 20s. She wore high heels, knee-high stockings, a short red skirt and a tight red blazer over a blouse and tie. Her long black hair was in two pony tails.

I was visiting the sheltered Villa up in the mountains, of my host, who was a very rich and elusive businessman, whom I was trying to convince to invest in our business. I had been warned that his tastes were esoteric, but I had willingly signed a confidentiality agreement before coming, thinking of the potential millions his money would bring my company but having little idea what would really await me.

A Change of Scene

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Once again I have ventured into the world of human livestock. What goes through the mind of a human who finds that he has been reduced to the status of an animal? If you find yourself on that path, not by your choice, how do you cope? How do you adjust? Can you?

Update (2013/09/26): I plan to post three chapters approximately every four weeks. In these chapters Jacob becomes better trained as a proper pony.

A Close Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first time ever writing up one of my self bondage sessions, so be gentle, or don’t :p either way I’d love to hear your feedback.

Please note, if you are planning to do self bondage, always. ALWAYS! have a safety release set up!

Hey hey! So this is my first time ever sharing one of my experiences like this, so forgive me if I’m a little nervous :p I suppose the best place to start is with me. My name is Naomi, I’m a 22 year old woman from Australia! I’m a pasty gal with dark brown hair that comes down to just past my breasts, which are a size 36D. My hips are size 40 so I’m kinda curvy. I’m also taller than the average gal, coming in at just over 6 feet, so when I wear killer heels, my legs go all the way up :p

A Common Problem

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

“Bowling? Really? It’s an unusual injury to get from bowling.”

The doctor didn’t sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. “Er, yes, bowling.”

“And so how often do you go bowling?”

It wasn’t going to work, but I thought I’d try to bluff it through. “Um, well, about… once in a while…”

The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. “Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling.”

A Complete Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want.

Prologue

Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone.

**ring**

Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer.

A Controlled Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I welcome all feedback (negative and positive). Thanks.

Forward and Disclaimer

The devices, programs, gadgets, toys, apps, and websites in this story are real. The use of their brand names and products allowed through nominative fair use. The potential for them to be used in the ways they are in this story really does exist.

Research has been conducted to ensure the accuracy and efficacy of these items to make this story as realistic as possible at the time of writing. I apologize for any updates, changes, modifications, or changes in availability of any these items that will render their capabilities to vary from that shown in the story. The characters here are fictional and any likeness or similarity to real people is purely coincidental.

A Cum Addiction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Belle had been angrily pounding her keyboard for hours. She was trying to purchase a new sex toy online but her computer kept freezing up.

“Dammit!” She hissed, then called, “Master!”

Another voice called back from the other room.

“Yes, slave?”

Belle grew grew nervous, her anger forgotten. She knew she should have asked Master for permission to speak— which, between them, involved not speaking but Bella going to Master and kneeling, head bowed, until he acknowledged her.

A Dance in the Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You know the girls dancing in those cages at clubs? Sometimes on a pedestal, sometimes suspended over the raving crowd? Ever wondered how they ended up there and what makes them move all night?

Despite the allegedly soundproof glass Bianka felt the vibrations at her eardrums, in the pit of her stomach, in the tip of her pen. The bass pounded its way through every structure, item and living being in the whole building. It was the heartbeat of the club, and with the small hours of the night being near it was hammering wilder than ever. If the owner, manager and icon of Club Noir were to turn around from her desk, she would be able to overlook the main floor through the glass wall of her office. She would see the fetish folk celebrating its own depravity, loosing itself in the dark world the legendary Bianka Schönfeld provided. A world of masks and collars, of monogloves and hobble skirts, where leather was the new lace and black the new black. To the left the long cool-lit bar ran in a wide arc alongside the clubbing area, which in turn bordered at the right on the VIP lounge. Further in the back the entrance to the lower levels awaited those in search for more titillating activities. The rooms for this spicy kind of entertainment were soundproof, for sure.

A Dark Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story I am submitting for review, please let me know what you think. If people like it I may add more in the future.

A knock at the door and a moment of hesitation, she opens the door knowing that this is her last act of freedom. When she opens the door a man in denim pants and a brilliant white shirt walks in the door, taking her face in his hand. With this simple gesture she asks “Master may I close the door?” To which she is promptly told “NO, you will accept my collar before all who wish to watch.”

A Day in the Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After a restless night, Susan awoke to find that the lights in her cell were on again. The cuffs on her hands relenquished their grip soundlessly, and she freed herself from the foam padding she had slept on. The heavy cell door opened on a hydralic hinge, revealing what she now realised was the main corridor in this place. Glancing along it, she saw that there was another door open, a little way down the corridor. The display on the ceiling read “slave B17 to web room.” Her bare feet made no sound on the spotless plastic floor as she made her way to the “web room,” whatever that was.

A Day of Firsts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of part fiction, part real. The leather straitjacket is real, but the pegging is still out there. Give me time.:)

A second story is in the works. Same two people.

It was one of those rare nights when I actually sleep well. I knew from the night before today would be a special day and considering we had not done anything in the area of play in some time, I knew Domina had a major idea for me, I just did not realize at the time just what exactly it was. I normally sleep in my chastity cage, but last night, Domina neglected to put it on me. I really didn’t think anything of it at the time.

A Day to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part fantasy, part reality. Most of the activities in this story have actually happened, although not necessarily at the same time.

A Dream Come True

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I have been a happily married man for over 20 years. My wife is a great woman and has always been there for me. Over the years our sex life has dwindled, not for the lack of wanting, more for the lack of time and energy. As I have gotten older my passion for sex has not died, just been put on hold. I recently started to visit newsgroups on the net to get ideas on how to spice things up. I have always been a little kinky and a little submissive, but my wife has never really gotten into it. That was until the other night. A few weeks earlier I had received a nice bonus from work and decided to use the money for some new toys for us to try. I had found a site on-line with 2 toys that really grabbed my interest, the Sybian and Venus 2000. I couldn’t believe the prices, but the testimonials made me want to investigate further. I ordered movies on the Sybian and was amazed!!! I had to buy one and so I did. I also bought the Venus 2000 for me, hoping my wife would want to try them out. Well, when they arrived I couldn’t wait to try them out. I unpacked them and put them away were my wife wouldn’t see them until I was ready. I started making dinner and when she arrived home I had her favorite drink (Creamsicle) waiting for her. I told her that dinner would be a while and suggested that she go take a hot bath and relax. While she was soaking I refilled her drink and got dinner ready. I had clothing laid out on the bed for her (a nice sexy nightie that she hadn’t worn in quite some time). We had dinner and I told her to go relax and I would clean up. I refreshed her drink and continued with my chores. Once I was done with the cleanup I excused myself and went into the bedroom to prepare things. I took a quick shower and then pulled out our new toys. I put a video in the VCR and then went into the living room to get my wife.

A Fetish Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A small reading hint: the names may appear fantasy names, until you read them backwards.

Except of the city where it all takes place…..Just pronounce it;

This story is a saucier and more story-like rewrite of the original “Fetish and the Feast” of 2005

Chapter 1: Landing and arrival

As the hover-cruiser circled over the city, Ynroh-N-Toh looked out of the window.

The cabin crew had just given her a drink through the small ring-gag trainer which was strapped to her head. She had seen it in the mirror briefly, and she thought the purple colour of the straps looked good with the rest of her wedding outfit. She was glad the ring was small, about 1", for she had worn it quite some time. She could wriggle her lips a little bit around them to keep them from falling asleep, and to sort of smile at her wedding reception. Unfortunately, wriggling her lips increased the drooling, and the cabin crew was polite enough to wipe the worst away.

A Fetish Marriage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: After the initial story of A Fetish Honeymoon, I felt I had to revisit Citore Lauxes lady Ynroh-N-Toh & her Llud husband Rewollof again, to see how they were doing after some years of marriage. After all, married life is quite different then a honeymoon, even if it is on the planet Yoj-Xes!

For the new readers: if the names seem confusing, simply read them backwards and it’ll tell you more about the characters.

A Final Curiosity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

A Game of High Stakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life.

There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month.

A Good Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Today, Mirage was particularly longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship.

Pressing her haltered head against her stall’s door, she was just able to see the gate of the barn. But no matter how much the ponygirl whimpered and pawed, it remained closed. What took him so long?! Didn’t he know what day was today?!

A Host's Ordeal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was the inspiration for a weekend birthday celebration. Many of the activities described actually occurred. It was definitely the scene of a lifetime. The write up is not as extreme as some, because all of the events did or could have happened.

Chapter 1: Arrival and Capture

Friday, 7:30 P.M.

The hallway clock sounded the half hour, and Robert was irritated. Alex was an hour and a half late. He didn’t want anyone to spend more than the minimum time required on food and drink. The majority of the food was prepared and needed only to be warmed and put out. But if Alex didn’t arrive soon, the guests would beat him here, and dinner, scheduled for 7:00, would be delayed at least an hour and then socializing and play wouldn’t get started until 10 or later. The scenario of wasting play time was close to his definition of misery.

A Kitten and Her Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please note, this is not the full story, merely the first chapter. I will be be publishing additional chapters if this is well-received.

Three college students are vacationing at a friend’s mansion when a crew of slavers breaks in and forces them to submit, eventually turning them into slaves.

Chapter 1

Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor’s desired amount of creamer brought the coffee’s level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges, but the chain binding her wrists was even shorter, forcing her to carry the whole thing palm-up in the middle. She stopped and took a few deep breaths through her nose, deciding it was better to take her time and step carefully rather than rush the process and risk spilling anything. The newly minted prisoner knew by now that just one stream of coffee over the side would result in a far worse spanking than mere tardiness.

A Lesson in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m beginning to think j have a thing for teachers! Tell me what you think and I may just write more…

I took a sip of the cold tea to wash the taste of cum from my mouth. A hesitant knock sounded from my office door. Quickly I checked my reflection in the small mirror, after satisfying myself that I’d not missed any spots I raised my voice.

A Little Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As I stood in the shower I filled the bulb with water. The thin nozzle slipped in with no problem. I squeezed the bulb slowly and enjoyed the feeling as the warm water slowly rushed inside me. I held it in for a while then bent down to let it out. I did this several times until I was sure. I knew I would have a plug in for some time. I finished rinsing off, dried myself and went to get dressed.

A Maid's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He walked carefully back to her bedroom, trying not to spill her dinner tray. Although she was training him in them more and more now, he still was not fully capable of walking in the 5” stiletto heels. The last thing he wanted was to have to clean up a mess and then make dinner in them again. As it was he had just spent several hours cleaning the apartment while cooking dinner. Of course he wouldn’t be eating any dinner since she was also training him on a larger gag. She had decided he could make too much noise with the smaller ball gags, so she bought a large 2” gag with training harness – which he had also been wearing during his chores. Of course high heels and a gag isn’t much of a maid’s outfit…so she had purchased a more appropriate uniform. His heels were attached with locking straps to make sure he couldn’t take them off…not that he’d try. She had removed the hair on his legs with a depilatory cream, so they would look perfectly smooth under his black thigh-high stockings. Her tour de force was a black satin French maid’s outfit. The skirt was so short it barely covered his ass and he became flushed every time he was forced to bend over, revealing his lacy black thong panties. The uniform even had a white apron, lace headpiece and choker, which she had special ordered with a locking buckle. Over the frilly black and white top, she had fitted him into a patent-leather corset, laced tightly in the back and secured with three locking buckles.

A Massage I Would Never Forget

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just one of the many kinky fantasies that I decided to sit down and put on paper. Enjoy.

I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Caleb. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes.

Alright, enough about me… let me tell you how my freshman year started.

A Mislaid Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Wanda smiled brightly as she stepped from the elevator, greeting her husband’s secretary. “Agnes!” She beamed. “Long time no see!”

Agnes looked up and gasped. “Mrs. Cartwright! What a pleasant surprise!”

Wanda shrugged. “They’re pulling asbestos out of the air vents in my office so suddenly I find myself with an afternoon off. I thought I’d surprise Harry. With our conflicting work schedules, we hardly ever see each other.”

Agnes looked over her notes. “He’s at a meeting right now, but I think he’s free for lunch. He should be done in a half hour or so. Would you like to wait in his office?”

A New Haunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.

Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.

A New Prenuptual

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The transformation was amazing.

Nora had always been beautiful. Distractingly beautiful. But there had always been something, like a cloud passing in front of the sun, that darkened her. It was her soul. A self serving, almost evil soul that bled away her beauty. I saw it from day one, but Oscar, rich, old and lonely Oscar never saw it, even after he married her. He never saw it until he walked in on her sucking off the cabana boy in the pool house.

A Night At The Cinema

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Karen arrived home to the prospect of another bland, masterless evening so on the spur of the moment she decided to visit the local cinema. Karen decided, however, to make her visit a little more interesting, and nothing would be more exquisite for her than to indulge in a little rubber self-bondage underneath her everyday clothes.

And so Karen began her evening of pleasure.

First, she took a small enema plug, lubed it, and inserted it in her pert bottom. She took her enema bag, filled it with a couple of quarts of warm water and then attached the hose to a nozzle on the plug and released a clamp. The water filled her quickly. She loved the warm fullness that a plain enema gave her, but loathed the cramps that often followed quickly.

A Night of Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A special thanks to my Master for allowing me to share our experiences with you.

Early in the day I asked my Master if I could have the freedom to please him with a surprise that night when he got home from work. He gave me permission to do so as long as I video taped myself getting ready for him.

I knew he would be home late that night so after finishing my daily routine I ran a bath and made myself a drink. I soaked in the bath, made sure I was scrubbed clean, and all my body hair was shaved off.

A Pegging on Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jalan Jalan is my 30-something wife, owner, lover, keyholder, and partner in all ways. I am her 40-something husband, pet, and often-chaste submissive. We maintain a 24/7 D/s relationship that works well within our marriage. This is my second (and I hope much-improved) story here.

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Both Jalan and I have had some personal issues, as well as the general busyness of life. Yesterday, we both felt better, she had the day off, and we had a date and a helluva night.

A Plague of Ponies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story contains bondage, some of it fairly explicit. However, there’s also a lot of story here. And much of the more erotic material comes somewhat later in the story. For example, chapter one doesn’t contain any sex or bondage… although there are hints of some of the things to come. Consider your self warned.

This story is also fairly long… 21 chapters; and it is complete, but I will be submitting it a few chapters at a time. This will allow me to edit the chapters as I go… which, in addition to catching a few spelling/grammar errors, will allow me to recall which story codes are appropriate. I will include all the codes I can think of that I’m sure fit for the story as a whole, but may add others as I notice them. Some of these tags may be fairly minimal. For instance, in chapter one there’s a reference to incestual activity, but no actual scenes where incest occurs. Not sure if it occurs later in the story, I’ll have to wait until I edit to be sure.

A Prisoner of the New Toys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi my Name is Emily, I am 19 from the UK, I’m thin and have long blonde hair, I’m only 5ft 2 and have breasts that people often tell me are huge, I am a 32DD, my boyfriend is called Nate he is an attractive guy standing a tall 6 ft, he is Muscular and tanned, he has a perfect block of brown hair always gelled just right.

We have always had a interest in bondage, usually me more so than him, Nate likes to play games with him, he likes more to just tease me. Our bondage collection was always pretty limited, we had rope and handcuffs and a rubbish ball gag but that was all, One day we both got a big tax rebate and decided to buy some things to play with, we bought 2 vibrators, one anal and one normal and a clit massarger, we also bought a chastity belt, a second pair of handcuffs, a good ball gag, a blind fold and some nipple clamps. When we recieved the package a few days later I couldn’t wait to play, I begged Nate for hours, but he refused saying he was to tired.

A Request By Master Darios

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As you will read below, I was instructed to recall an extremely embarrassing (yet arousing) adventure in self-bondage for a good friend of my Master who resides in the U.S. With His permission I will include His request so as to set the stage for my recount. slave jenny xxx

(Please note: Master Darios writes under the pen name mrhungry, please check out his stories)

My dear slave jenny,

A Self-Inflicted Treat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was to be a treat that he wouldn’t forget. She’d been a bit mean to him the past month or so, mainly because they’d been strapped for money and hadn’t been able to go out. None of it had been his fault but just before he’d gone away, she’d managed to nag him out of the house. She’d followed up with a unpleasant phone call to the hotel that his conference was being held in and he’d got mad with her and hung up.

A Shocking Wait

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of course.

She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at her elbows and wrists, forcing her breast forward.

A Slave to Fashion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a story entitled “The Trap” by Wanda. Although much of this story is my original work, I attempted to seek permission to write this story, but all of her known e-mail addresses are inactive.

Part 1

Tara and I had been co-workers for a few months. We worked together at a clothing company that specialized in latex, leather and bondage wear. Even though we both landed our jobs at around the same time, Tara always told everyone that she had seniority over me.

A Slave to Sir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sir was a close friend of mine; he was my Sadistic Dominant and I was his willing slave, his servant, and his masochistic toy when he wanted to play hard! He loved making me cry out in pain, whether it was through hard spankings, paddlings and canings that always left my butt burning hot and colored a deep shade of red with many crisscrossing dark purple welts! My desires to serve my Master and to surrender myself completely to him coupled with my deep dark need for spanking and passion for anal play were a perfect match to Sir’s interests as well! Sir never tired of making me moan or hearing my muffled cries through my penis gag as he toyed with my puckered asshole. When he positions me with my ass raised and my punished red striped cheeks spread open, that puckered little hole becomes his chosen target as he fucks it hard with his own cock. Coating it generously with his own cum before lining up his arsenal of dildos which he will now use to rape my hole mercilessly! Sir just loves to stretch, ream and torment my asshole using his passion for anal play as additional punishments for me! He always strives to push past any previous limits and has lately been applying an oral numbing gel all around my asshole before he starts to ravish my hole, forcing two 10-inch dildos inside me at the same time! Sir has amassed a large collection of dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators that just keeps growing as he is in a relentless hunt for acquiring new and larger toys to torment my willing hole with! I am forced to endure more intensity with each session, and Sir has found a way to increase my humiliation even more as well. Sir will send me to specific websites that he has chosen that sell anal insertion toys, and without telling me which toy he is interested in other than knowing that it has to be large one, I am to order the item I think he is interested in using on me. Once the toy arrives, I am bound to the punishment horse and the new toy is tested out on my hole repeatedly for the evening! If I made the wrong selection, I have to reorder another item, and then accept a severe punishment from Sir before he works over my hole with the new toy! Sir loves using my bound body for lengthy forced anal play scenes. He is persistent and won’t stop or release me until my hole has been raped and ravished to the point it is gaping open. Sir uses various methods but usually it involves a wide butt plug that he will use to tease and torment my tight puckered brown eye with. He works over my hole until he can tease it open just a bit where it doesn’t clamp all the way closed, but shows a small pouting open hole in the middle of the puckered opening. That is when he lubes up one of the bigger toys like a 12 or 13-inch dildo and then he rams that giant toy as deep as possible and continues his assault of my hole until he has savagely raped and punished it! Sir loves fucking my mouth and asshole and giving me these anal torments that stretch my hole open for him!

A Slave's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please let me know what you think.

You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten to remove my apron afterwards. I look up at you, feeling your gaze on me, then look down at myself and my mouth forms an O. Your grin widens and your eyes grow more intense, waiting for me… I jump up quickly and remove my apron, stuttering my apologies.

A Slave's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please let me know what you think.

A Sticky Situation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always loved bondage, whether it be rope, plastic, or any other kind. but my favorite has always been self bondage. the kind that you do to yourself for pleasure, or for pain. I’ve recently been having this fantasy of being encased in concrete, completely immobilized, being forced to wait for someone to rescue me. i played this fantasy out in my mind until one day, the opportunity presented its self and i took a chance.

A Sudden Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

John stared at the rows and columns of figures on the spreadsheet in front of him and sighed. A quick glance at the office clock told him it was now 16:23 on this dull Friday afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he yawned. As always when he was bored, his mind drifted to thoughts of his girlfriend. John considered himself very lucky to have a girlfriend like Natalie. She was very open-minded and loved to experiment. Their sex life regularly included bondage sessions and Natalie enjoyed being dominated. Recently they had even begun to use a CB2000 in some light tease and denial games. John’s only concern was that it always seemed to be him who instigated these play sessions – he didn’t like to feel that he was pressuring Natalie into doing things she didn’t enjoy but she always assured him she loved their little games. They had discussed it before and the problem was Natalie, like most women in John’s experience, was needlessly self-conscious about her body and a little shy about taking the initiative in bed. In John’s opinion (and most of his friends), Natalie had an amazing body, and on the few occasions she had taken control, she had seemed to really enjoy herself. Still, John couldn’t help but wish she would be a little more imaginative sometimes. He often fantasized about coming home from work to find his wife naked, cuffed and chained and kneeling waiting for him. Or spending the entire weekend as his girlfriend’s personal sex slave.

A Twisted Path to Happiness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: To marry the domme of his dreams, he will have to endure 6 weeks of milking and teasing. After she takes him from his current master, she leads him down a path of submission.

Meeting Her

I suppose you could say our meeting wasn’t typical. In fact I think it is pretty unique. No other guy I know can say they met their wife while bound, chained to a man’s chariot and pretending to be a horse.

A Very Special Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I’d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all.

Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge.

A Video for Jeff

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I originally wrote this story over a decade ago and it was included in my first published book. The book is no longer in print, so I’m offering the story here for free. Enjoy and comment as you will. Bondage blessings to you all.

Part 1

All the toys are assembled as he described in the letter and the video camera is set up on its tripod. Even though he’s far from me right now, my husband and I can still play master/slave games. I want this video of myself to be really good for him so I’m wearing the black PVC outfit he bought for me last year, the crotchless one with the open breasts and the lacing down the sides that, when pulled tight as they are now, squeeze my tummy tiny, kind of like a corset.

A Violet Snowdrop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword: this is the direct sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her. I’ve heavily editted the original story – especially the dialogue near the end which some readers found lacking.

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Toy

“Violet! I’m back.”

I heard the hydraulics of the garage door closing as Master called out. The heavy downpour outside had masked the sound of his return until now. My feet scurried as fast as my precarious stiletto heels would allow. My neck chain jingled noisily as I made my way to the washing room hallway and the entrance from the garage.

A Volume Of Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside.

A Wonderful Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I was just done with my lastest project. A wooden stature of a hawk just about to take flight. The work on the feathes alone had taken me a month. But now that it was finished I was quite proud of it. This one would not be put on sale, it would look great in the living room.

With my hands pushed in the pockets of my jumpsuit I wandered around the shed. It wasn’t that big. On one side I had my work bench and on the right side a couple of cabinets to house my tools and supplies. When we bought the house we designated this as my work shed. A place for me to relax and focus on my hobby. Tara usually didn’t come here, because she wanted to give me a place where I could be alone if I wanted.

Abducting An Angel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights.

So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;)

Addiction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Addiction

The power over women that John wielded was now extreme. The Genie had granted one of his wishes in a well thought-out hand written contract.

Any woman to have intercourse with John would orgasm after only 30 seconds. Each 30 seconds later during the same insertion of his penis would result in an orgasm 10% greater than the last up to the 8-minute mark (yielding an orgasm 460% stronger than the woman’s prior average intensity). While the woman would remain conscious, the experience would cause her to loose 5% of her body fat and 5% of her water weight.

AdultWebOnline

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I’ll continue it ;)

Part 1

It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She’d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle’s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She’d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who’d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she’d let them ‘play’ too.

Adventures In Alanya

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I

The sun is hot today at almost 30 degrees and the sea is lovely and clear, at least as well as I can see from my hotel window. My name is Jodie and I am on vacation in Alanya, Turkey, the first time I have ever been abroad, having decided to take a gap year from university.

Something rather different has happened to me and it all started a week ago when I had found quite an amazing little place. It was a dimly lit shop, a few steps below road level on a dusty side street, 5km out of the main town. The shopkeeper, an old grey haired man was eager for a sale as it was still very early in the holiday season and even the hotel only had 8 or so guests. Up to now he had not had much trade and the price we agreed was quite a bargain for hand made goods. I handed him the money after explaining what it was I wanted and after looking at me oddly a few times he said to come back tomorrow between 5pm and 6pm.

Agobend Univeristy: Kate's Hazing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, and it involved the introduction of Agobend University, a prestigious if secretive college where kinky adventures are a frequent occurrence among the students and faculty.

Kate was so excited to finally be attending Agobend University. She had to admit, she was kind of nervous. Kate had heard so many nasty rumors about this Agobend University, about the horrible, cruel, and usually sexual hazing rites that happened. But her parents insisted it was just rumors and hearsay, having attended the same college themselves. In fact, her father had been on the committee that welcomed her mother to University! It was what led to them eventually getting married. None of that stuff actually happened, there would be a huge outcry about it! It couldn’t possibly be true, she told herself.

Agreements and Pets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.

Chapter One: Acquisition

Lord Charles

Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family

Aidan's Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I started out with a pretty happy life, but I screwed things up. I was the king of my castle, but now I’m not even the queen. More like the maid. So I guess you could call it a riches to rags story. How did it all happen, well let me back up and tell you.

My name is Aidan, and I started life with a plus, because my family was pretty well off. When I turned 21, I got my share of the family trust fund. I never needed to work in my life, and I would have been very well off. But what fun is it to sit around the house all day? I went to college, then got my MBA, and got a job at a high powered accounting firm downtown, where I pulled down a six figure income.

Akane's Kitten

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo.

I was having troubles starting on it, so I took a lot of ideas from PET, Inc- An awesome story you can find on this site-from another author.

Alice Takes A Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!

Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She’d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.

Her problem was that she’d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she’d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She’d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn’t around.

Alice's Secret Playground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I’ve only just developed an interest in writing such stories, so I’m a novice. I’d really like people to give me feedback and tell me what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Alice closed the door behind her, hung her coat on the coat peg in the hall and then walked through into the lounge where she sank into the sofa and kicked off her shoes. At last, the working week was over and she could relax for the weekend. She enjoyed her work as a freelance business consultant, but it was always nice to get to Friday evening and the prospect of a weekend off.

Alisa's Cabin Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

MMMMMPHPH! God this is taking a lot longer then it should. My nipples are killing me, and my arms feel like they are going to fall off. How the hell did I get into this mess! I wish Greg were here. He would save me. I have got to figure a way out of this mess, but first let’s back the story up a little bit and go back to before I got myself into this mess.

Alisha's Adventures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Alisha. Mary was my best friend. We couldn’t have more different, but we were so close we even called each other sister. I have blue eyes, light yellow hair and a small, petite body that stopped growing in junior high, which bothered me some. She’s a redhead with dark green eyes and she ended up having a smoking hot body that belonged to a model, which she did sometimes. I was also shy, quiet, and a little naive while she was outgoing, adventuresome and somewhat brazen. After a long succession of boyfriends (and some one night stands), she settled down with handsome man named Darien and they were soon married. They lived next door and I’d come by their house and they to mine to help with chores or to have fun.

Allie's Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was looking forward to Sunday Brunch with my friend Jeff. He had promised to finally introduce me to his new girlfriend Allison, a tennis team babe and apparently a real interesting beauty according to Jeff. They had met on the college Halloween party a few weeks earlier. Both of them were into the life sciences while I was pre-law, so our classes didn’t overlap and I hadn’t met her before. Jeff and I had met in the freshman dorm, become good friends and stayed in touch as much as our busy exam and party schedules allowed.

Allison's Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One - Allison

I met Alison about a year ago at “A Cut Above”. It was a men’s only hair saloon that would occasional cut women’s hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men’s magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn’t have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn’t huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain.

Almost Deserved Retribution

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a bdsm f/self bondage tale for adults only With a lesson to learn for those who like to play.

Part One

Three times this week I have sat on this wooden park bench, watching for one particular jogger, wondering if I will have the nerve to call out to her, and hand her the letter I have clutched in my hand.

A Bit About Me.

I am twenty, tall, slim, willowy is how I would describe myself, with long straight red hair, small, but nicely shaped tits and I have been in a long term relationship until two weeks ago!

Amber's First Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was late evening and I was relaxing having a few drinks with work colleagues by the river after a busy day at work, the heat wave we were having put temperatures in the 100’s and the servers and computers we maintain were over heating, but it was not the only thing this evening that will overheat.

There were about 10 females in the group wearing nothing but white blouses which in the heat were all most see through and un buttoned quite a way down showing off their breasts in all their splendour, short back skirt, stockings and high heels, just looking at them sent sexual thoughts of three in a bed (or more), bondage sessions and sex which made more than just the temperature rise.

Amber's Misfortune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Introduction of Amber

Amber was a student attending the state university. Currently however, she was keeping herself busy with her summer job working as a waitress at a local pub. She seemed to enjoy her job, or at least tolerated it with a smile. I always enjoyed looking at her beautiful body; it was very athletic and toned. She had nice, large, well-rounded breasts. I almost couldn’t control myself as I would dream of ways to torture them. In fact, many times that was my reason for leaving the small pub.

Amy and the S&M SS

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fan fiction screenplay of a Doctor Who episode. It focuses on the 11th Doctor (Matt Smith) and his companion Amy Pond (Karen Gillan)

Scene 1 - INT.SHIP.UNKNOWN

THE DOCTOR and AMY step out of the TARDIS. The room looks like the inside of a spaceship, however more so the engine room than a control deck.

THE DOCTOR: Well, this definitely isn’t Gettysburg. And I doubt it’s 1863 either.

Amy's Bondage Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. “Man, I wish I had bigger boobs,” she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing.

It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn’t stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy’s name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape.

An Accidental Master

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The ambulance pager jarred me awake. I rolled out of bed, glanced at the clock and grabbed my cloths all in one, practiced motion.

“Shit, only 10:30,” I swore softly, but in good humor. Since my wife was killed ten years earlier I had started talking to myself. In her memory, I had founded the ambulance service that now demanded my undivided attention.

“The tone,” the dispatcher started, “is for ambulance 69A1 respond code 3 with duty crew to 19 Maple Lane for a possible heart attack. Maple Lane is off Deer Run Road. To all responding units be advised the roads are snow covered and very slippery. Repeating. . .”

An Errand for Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt, so I welcome feedback! Just please be respectful with your criticism!

I. Preparation, Part 1

She sat staring at herself in the visor mirror. Slightly flustered, it was annoying that it took nearly half an hour to get to the store from work. She would be halfway home on the highway by now.

Fucking Boston traffic she thought, and immediately chastised herself for the potty mouth her Mistress punished her for.

An Experiment in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a story about my experiences in exploring self-bondage. I am normally a dominant male who enjoys placing submissive women in restrictive bondage for prolonged periods. I had always wondered what it felt like to be bound and helpless, so I began exploring self-bondage. As you should know, the trick with self-bondage is to make the release reliable and foolproof, although I would prefer to give control of my release to someone I trust, a keyholder if I can find one.

An Owned Pet's Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story. I wrote it for my pet last night, when he asked for a story about him being used, to turn on to. He’d been really good, and I’d enjoyed his submission the night before, so I was kinda happy to. When it was done, I thought I’ve enjoyed stories here, let’s give one back. He loves pet play so I set it in a fantasy world of sentient animals, rather than ours.

An Unexpected Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they’ll be begging to stay once we’re done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of “vacation” options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!”

An Unexpected Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I opened the front door and found a slender pretty Japanese girl smiling at me. Somewhat surprised I stammered something incoherent but then she laughed and called me by my online game name, and then introduced herself using hers.

Somewhat shocked I realized my partner of many online adventures had not been a guy after all! I invited her in and she took off her long coat under which she was wearing a tight wool brown dress, which ended rather short of mid thigh, matching pantyhose and high heels. I took her coat hoping my blush wasn’t too obvious and she sat down, crossing legs which were surprisingly muscular.

Andrea and the Changing Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my third “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you really should read the others in the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday; Andrea and the FetFair) if you haven’t already. I am writing assuming you read the first two and so some things may be undescribed or unclear that were explained in past stories.

Some people just can’t help but over think, Andrea was not one of those. She was by no means dumb, but she was very good at being able to take things exactly as they appear.

Andrea and the FetFair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second “Andrea” story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea’s Eventful Birthday) if you haven’t already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I’m planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it’s getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

Andrea and the Uncertain Future

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 8th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“So no one else finds it odd?” Megan asked as the four sat lazily around the couches playing cards.

“Just count your blessings, right now we have free reign so who cares why?” Sophia said as she played a card and drew another.

Andrea's Eventful Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a self-contained story, but I plan on making it part of a larger series. The characters will continue but on to different events later on. I don’t know how many parts I’ll do but I’m planning to make at least a few more before reaching the end I have in mind.

This is set in a world slightly in the future with technology a little better than our own. I try to keep it within the realm of likelihoods based on things being developed and tested currently. Even still, it does give it a sci-fi-ish feel at times, hopefully that’s not overpowering. This is just a work of fiction and not meant to represent anyone real.

Andreas Journey into Wonderland

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Prologue

Hi, my name is Andrea and I here want to present my journey into wonderland.

The story you have before you is actually my BDSM biography. Some facts about my real life and identity are of course somewhat alienated. So are the names, except of my slave’s name, with in fact is Andrea. You will learn why.

The storyline, however, is my real story. At the age of about forty I suddenly felt the need to write it down. Maybe as a therapy. You will learn to know why if you read it all. And because I wanted to post it in an international BDSM story forum I have written it in English. So please be polite, my mother tongue is German.

Angel's Chastity Belt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please be gentle. This is my first public submission and the first story I ever really took the time to flesh out.

As I wrote this, I figure that some folks will find that it proceeds a little slower than some other stories. I think some stories proceed too quickly or don’t spend enough time exploring or explaining certain things and I may have tipped the balance a bit farther in the other direction.

Angela Gives Up Her Cunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Silvia finally convinces 18 year old Angela to take their online bdsm games to the real world. Angela accepts Silvia as her mistress for Silvia’s use and meets her for the very first time…

Chapter 01

Silvia bent down and started to remove Angela’s panties, slowly sliding them off the standing girl’s body, exposing the 18 year old trembling sex. She could feel Angela’s tense anticipation build as her last illusion of sexual control was slipped off her legs and tossed aside.

Ann Bounded

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an homage to Ann, who used to write stories for this site – her ‘Bondaged in the Car Park’ is still one of my favourite self-bondage stories and is what started me writing for this site, look it up if you get the chance. I can’t imitate her writing style, so this is an adventure involving her as a character.

Update (07/08/11): I’m not sure where to go next with this - any suggestions ?

Another Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Back in the spring, Kari came to visit me. She brought her boyfriend Tim with her. They’ve been dating for about a year but we’ve both known Tim since college so it is like we’re old friends. Kari explained to Tim how we played together back when they started dating. It was always a condition of the relationship that she’d continue to play with me and he was only too happy to agree (especially since he got to see the photos). Kari asked me shortly before this visit how I would feel if Tim watched us play. I was hesitant at first but realized that I was quite comfortable with him and having him watch us would make things more exciting. Rather than just imagining that a camcorder was broadcasting to the city or etc. there would actually be someone there watching. It also opened up other possibilities… Anyway, after a bit of discussion, we both agreed to involve Tim. Kari added Tim to the call and we discussed limits. We all decided we’d be most comfortable if for our first role play it was mostly Kari and me with Tim being invited in when we wanted him.

Ansleigh Bound

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a scene…a moment in time…from my darker fantasies. Or suppressed memories?

Ansleigh is looking between her legs at the man who’s bound her in this position, aroused, fearful and not sure why she had thought this would be good.

She asked for this…even found a photo. So open. So helpless.

Ansleigh is bound against the pole…rather her chest is. Bent in two, her head wedged against the floor and the base of the pole, leather straps securing her body against the post. A wide band across her belly secures her lower back tight against the pole. Her legs are spread wide and tied to rings in the floor, stretched wide and bound securely.

April

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an updated version of a story I posted last year.

Hot

I felt wonderful all week. I met April last Saturday and have seen her nearly every day since. Before that, I had spent nearly a year in mourning after a particularly difficult breakup. But now it was like all that baggage had fallen away and had been replaced by the excitement of a new relationship with a vibrant and beautiful 23 year old woman.

April and Jenny's Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My roommate, Jenny, and I were without plans one Friday night so we spent the evening drinking margaritas and playing around the Internet. We stumbled across a chastity belt site and were both pretty surprised that such things still existed. For the next several hours we looked at photos and read stories and talked about these things. Finally, after enough margaritas, we decided we would order one. Since we are both about the same size we could order one belt that would fit either of us.

April Gets Involved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy, let me know want you want in chapter 2 and I will see if I can accommodate you.

Bill had spent a lovely afternoon shopping with his best friend, friend and confidant, not lover, April. They had toured the boutiques and expensive haut couture houses of the West End, she had tried on and bought some beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories and Bill was laden down with bags and boxes.

Arrive - The New Rules

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

With a huge kiss and a very nice worm hug between me and my wife MY and our very nice kids have finally met after a long separation, It was a moment we wished to have four the last 4 months, originally it was planed to be one month, but for the some circumstances it became four months.

I always loved her more than any other thing in the world, I really like her, and always wished she will one day be my perfect wife by developing her Kink side and making her loving it as a Top (Mistress), I have been switching between Top and Bottom but because She never liked to be bound, I was always the one getting in Bondage, in the first few years in our marriage she just did what I wanted because she loves me, not because she want it, but in the last few year she started to like putting me in bondage, so I was losing my Top part and being more Bottom.

Ashley's Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ashley roleplays a naughty school girl with Mike, which leads to spankings, sex, and a surprise for Ashley …

Ashley was walking from a subway station near Central Park in Manhattan towards Mike’s midtown apartment. Her long blonde hair blew wildly across her face in a windy afternoon. Her clothes were unspectacular. She was wearing a simple pair of white running shoes, blue jeans, and a light, black jacket. She carried a small black purse in her right hand while wearing a knapsack over her back.

Ashley's Internet Performance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: First of all thank you for taking the time to read my story. I liked the idea that the author ‘Erica’ had by writing a little author’s note, giving people a taste of what is to come (no pun intended) to avoid disappointment. This is a story of a girl who is taken from her perfect life and dropped into are area that she thought she loved, only to find that it is a lot tougher and more painful then it looks on the internet. The story may be boring at times, with little use of restraints and torture but then at other times it really picks up. I tried to incorporate elements of suspense to make it more interesting and in depth. I tried to make the story free of errors (e.g. spelling and grammar or contradictions in the plot), if you find errors, please ignore them as it takes a while to write this, even editing takes time. All comments or suggestions are taken to heart and are appreciated. I have most of the story written but am waiting to see what everyone thinks of it before posting the rest. Once again, thanks for reading and enjoy Ashley Robert’s ride.

At the Academy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – A Present for a Dunce

The holiday season at the Academy was its typical mix of enjoyment and depression. The festivities planned always seemed to polarize the cadets, either looking forward to the parties, dances, and rest from the typical working schedule (which was grueling to be sure); or remembering family, friends, and lovers who were now far away. The fact that the minimum distance to one of the latter was over 100 million miles didn’t help many of the cadets. Throw in the average of over 22 light-years, and the depressed side wasn’t a surprise to anyone.

Augusts Sissy Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I would like to recall you to a lovely day in august. It was miserable outside but that was not going to ruin my spirits.

As you arrive at my home I took a close look to see if you were wearing the panties I had ordered you to wear, you were! I could see the top of them just above your jeans. Instantly I became wet. I could hear your metal locking cock ring clinking against itself so there was no need to check for that. The idea that you wore these for my pleasure only heightened the overwhelming feeling of control I had. Of course there is no way you would humiliate yourself and show either off to anyone unless I told you to.

Back to the Shop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a follow up to my earlier story “The Shopping Trip”

It had been a couple of days since our first visit to the sex shop and myself and my wife Lynn had done little else but discuss how we had both found ourselves tied up and used by the gorgeous assistant whose name I discovered on the way out was Helen.

We had agreed to return on Saturday night and we were both in a permanent state of excitement as we counted down the time to our visit until it was a matter of hours before we were due to set out.

Bad Divorce

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not my native tongue, so please don’t be to harsh when judging this… I have started Chapter 2 but when I will post it is anybody’s guess

Me: me Yvonne: a young Pam Anderson after her first boob-job Veronica DeOrcy: Lucy Liu (with bigger boobs ) Eli DeOrcy: Summer Glau

Chapter One

I can say, almost to the minute, when my life turned to the living hell it has been for a couple of years now.

Bad Teacher

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Donna grinned to herself as she stepped out of the car. Five years she had been teaching at the school and she had finally got what she wanted - a dat with the headmaster, Bill. She had been flirting with him ever since she arrived there - she had worn low-cut blouses and short skirts to all their meetings and more than once had accidently-on-purpose brushed up against him whenever they were in the crowded canteen - and it had finally paid off. It had been a pretty average date; drinks at a the local bar and then he had in invited her back to his place. She was looking forward to that.

Bait & Switch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The ability to create, on any medium, is what keeps me happy with life. Writing, programming, electronics, and even woodworking all give me a sense of self worth and accomplishment. To top it all off, when you can share your work with others and they enjoy it, well, you get the idea. With this in mind, I set my sights on making some furniture I had read in several stories.

Batteries Not Included

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She saw the huge box in the center of the living room as soon as she arrived home from her the last day of her part-time job. It was the only reason she had been working in the first place and now it was here. It was a dream come true. Her master had insisted that if she wanted this bad enough he would enforce her confinement but she would pay for it completely. Now it was here.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his “current” mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night.

Be Careful What You Write

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part of what will be an ongoing series of adventures with Sarah.

Sarah stood and looked at her reflection in the shop window.

“Not bad, chick.” She murmured to herself.

“Dress like a sexy secretary, trying to seduce her boss.”

Tasha’s request had been very specific.

Sarah had tried her best, her reflection displayed an attractive woman in her mid twenties. Her shoulder length, ash blond hair was drawn back into a ponytail which accentuated her elfin features. She wore a snug white silk blouse that was so thin that it did little to hide the black half cup bra underneath. Below, she wore a pencil line skirt which didn’t quite reach her knees. Her shapely legs were set off with black stockings. Sarah adored the feeling of stockings and suspenders, even if Tash would not see them, it made her feel the part of the seductress better. 3 inch patent heels compensated somewhat for her diminutive 5'4 inches. All in all, she looked hot!

Beauty and the Boots

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an updated version of the story “Beauty and the Boots” that incorporates the addition to the story made in the comments to the original version of the story published by Utopia Stories along with a few other minor changes to the wording of the original version. This is meant to be a replacement of the original version of the story with a better version, and is not a new story.

Bed Bondage Ordeal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A few weeks ago I had a terrible experience in self-bondage, and am perhaps lucky to be alive. I was a novice at bondage, but had found some bondage stories and discovered that they excited me. Lacking a boy friend, I decided to try some serious self-bondage. I suppose I was part curious, part turned on. Actually I think I am a bit of a masochist and the thought of punishing myself also excited me.

Beginnings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This story began a few months ago, when Steve and Janet moved into their new house after Steve got a big promotion at work and was asked to relocate. They made an interesting couple: Janet was a beautiful and submissive housewife, and Steve was the typical workaholic, always too busy to pay attention to his wife’s needs.

Next door lived Clara, a 21-year-old who had taken a particular interest in Janet’s submissiveness. She was the only daughter of a very wealthy family, but her parents worked most of the day and had little time to check on their daughter.

Behind Closed Doors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 Natasha was out of control and her poor mother was at the end of her tether. Even though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”. Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers she was toying with. She was so worried she could not sleep.

Marsha was a divorced mother whose husband had run off with another women when their daughter was twelve. Since then the girl had gradually become more and more defiant. With her mother working full time to make ends meet the girl had far too much time on her own and there seemed little Marsha could do to stem the tide of disobedience.

Belated Bondage Suprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Readers: This is my second work of fiction although some portions of the story are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Prologue

It was my wife Paula’s birthday weekend and I was in a tight spot. The shopping for my wife gift is normally done weeks in advance, looking for that special something that she will enjoy. This year life had been more challenging than most as my job causes me to be gone for hours or days at a time servicing the customers at their location on demand. It’s not unusual to have a call in the night and be gone for several days. The plus side is when not on call I normally have the extended weekend to make up for the missed time. With a second person now hired the job will eventually get back to a more normal pace and less time away from home. During all this running around over the last month I’d completely forgotten to shop for my wife birthday gift and felt awful about it. For those who don’t know me, I’m Jack, a man in the late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. Like many others I’ve enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life.

Belt of the Future: A Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note:Like many other readers, I very much liked the story “Belt of the future”. I often wondered what I’d do with such a belt. One day my mind was playing with a storyline with hidden public bondage when my eye fell on “Belt” again. 1 and 1 made click and this sequel was born. I hope it will be considered a worthy sequel.*

This sequel has not been endorsed by the original author and considered fan-fiction

Beta Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.

The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.

Beth's Cell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Beth stared drunkenly at the claustrophobic cell she was imprisoned within, and for the thousandth time since awakening she wondered how she had arrived at this point in her life.

The cell was only about 6 feet by 6 feet in length and width, and about twice that in height. A dingy yellow light bulb glowed constantly from behind a metal wire guard in the center of the ceiling, casting everything into a dim yellowish light with deep shadows.

Betrayal: Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up.

The story is true, non fiction.

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road.

Betrayed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All is not what Erica imagines. After a night of blissful sex, she is betrayed and forced into an unimaginable life of bondage and torture

Part 1

Erica stirs and reaches out for the warm body next to her. Ed is still sleeping soundly after their night of wild abandoned sex. They had met at a birthday party the night before and he had charmed her the entire night. He was handsome and had a great body to go with it and she eventually gave into his charms and had followed him home for the night.

Betrayed Wife's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Janet didn’t know what to think. She was cleaning out the front seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties. Not her scent on them. And Don had been the only other driver of the car. Suddenly she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back.

She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they coped with it. Now of course, that all took on a darker significance.

BFFs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called.

Bianca the Rubber Dolly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!!

Big Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have been interested in bondage, and chastity in particular. I am “5'5’’, 104 lbs, long legs for my size and I have large breasts. I would roam around the web looking at pictures of girls, either in bondage, tying up guys, or tying up my fellow woman. I had heard stories of Guys getting tied up by girls, and vice versa, and it made my blood boil. I was very active in self-bondage, but at the age of 21, had still not actually told anyone of my fetish.

Bird in a Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.

She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul’s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic “insurance policy”.

Birth of a Domme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

‘Why don’t you have a full time job?’

The sound of that question had been echoing around the room like a broken record. I found myself regarding the speaker with a contempt and disgust I’d never felt for her before. Oh I’d known she could always be a little bit self-righteous and judgmental but I’d reckoned on having earned a little tact from her.

Her name’s Helene and she’s got the standard family with two kids and not much else to show for her life about from a load of friends who’ll smile to her face and stab her in the back the moment she say’s a wrong word on Facebook. I’ve known her ever since I started working in the same petrol station as her three years ago. So far I’d been spared that question but today it would seem my luck ran out.

Birthday Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

“I really do look ridiculous you know,” Isabella said, tugging on her really short skirt without much success in covering up her shapely legs, “I guess I should be grateful your birthday only comes once a year,” she continued with a wry smile.

“Hello nurse!” I said laughing, looking at Isabella up and down with a surge of desire. My girlfriend had gone all out this time I realized with affection. At only 110 pounds and 5 foot five, she was surprisingly curvy and the tight nursing outfit showed it very well. She was actually a doctor in real life but this one-piece white nursing suit with the short skirt and long slits up her thighs for ease of movement, the tapered waist, and her B, almost C cup breasts pushing against the tight material (not to mention the cleavage from a narrow V line) left me a little breathless.

Blackmailed and Exposed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I made an appointment with Mistress for Wednesday it was now Monday and I was instructed to pick up a few things I was told to go to the local adult store I was to pick up a large butt plug and a ball gag, then pick up red or black matching panties and bra along with matching stockings covered with matching slip and top. I was to be checked in the hotel by Friday at 4 P.M. dressed with the ball gag on and I was to be tied to the bed. I was to have my legs out as far as possible and with my hands out tied as well. I first laid out my toys I was to have the door cracked open I then put on the ball gag and laid out on the bed pulling my legs out as far as I could I tied them.

Blackmailed by Mistress Klaw

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thank you for reading my story! As with all of my stories, this is based on a real life experience. It is told as it happened, with some minor edits.

For those who are wondering, my name is pronounced just like “Eileen”.

Part 1

Two weeks ago I got a call from Kari. She told me that she’d be coming to visit me that weekend. Naturally, I was thrilled! I don’t get to see her nearly enough. Anyway, she told me that she couldn’t get a flight Friday evening so she’d be arriving very early on Saturday morning. It meant I wouldn’t be able to make plans for Friday night but I knew it would be worth it. I don’t get to see Kari very often!

Blackmailing Younger Sister

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I - Background

“Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex.

Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform.

“I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.”

A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand.

“Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor.

Blinded By Heat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on a captioned image that I found while browsing the internet. I also took some (read: a lot of) artistic freedom with it, but the basic idea is the same.

Chapter 1

Mariah awoke to the sound of the alarm on her phone going off. The heavy curtains drawn over her bedroom window gave no indication of the late morning sun they blocked out. Her room was dead quiet. A fan set up in the corner of the room sat idly by, waiting for even the faintest breeze to move its blades. The rest of the small house she shared with her roommate Brittany was equally still.

Blissful Entrapment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – The Best Laid Plans

Angelica was looking forward to this Saturday for the past week. She shared a quiet two-bedroom house in a Boston suburb with her roommate and best friend Tiffany. The two of them were joined at the hip growing up through college so it seemed logical they should live together as well. Being women of taste, they decided to rent a house instead of a small apartment to give themselves a real sense of home and privacy. The two of them have been quite happy over the past year and even adopted a dog to share their home with.

Bondage Barbie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Requisition

Just after dark around 6 pm, I had slipped the lock on the side door and now waited as she returned to her house through the connecting door from the garage. The leather bag with a drawstring opening was ready. As she moved passed me with her arms full of packages, I whipped it over her head and pulled the string closed around her neck. The packages fell as I reached around and grabbed both her wrists forcing them behind her back. Before she could react I snapped on a pair of handcuffs; there was no chain between them so they held her wrists tightly together.

Bondage Boutique

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please feel free to leave suggestions.

Chapter 1

The Shop… or as its owner, Glenda styled it, the Boutique… was an old detached cottage placed well back form the street. Nothing marked it out as unusual or unique from any other business in the quiet street. The windows were tinted making it impossible to see what or who was inside. The only thing that made the building standing out from the rest of the street was a pretty hand-made sign with “Rose Acre Boutique” painted on. What exactly the Boutiques business was a mystery to anybody who happened to notice it.

Bondage Buddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story is set in the present day but some scientific advancements have been accelerated. The Prologue is 100% true.

PROLOGUE

As an adolescent and young teen, I was fascinated by cartoons and television shows depicting capture and kidnap scenarios. This fascination usually led to a ‘stiffy’, but I was too young and naive really to understand exactly what was happening. This enchantment led to exploration in self-bondage, and for years I indulged in this practice, particularly during the summer months when I was home from school and both parents worked.

Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Our house has a very large garden and is situated in the country miles from anywhere and is total private. It is a lovely Sunday morning in the height of summer. Guest will soon be arriving for our barbeque. I am just finishing off the preparations for the entertainment. I am 34 years old 5ft 10inchs with long blond hair small hips and a rather large 38 inch bust.

The seats are all in place and around the area are some sealed trunks which will be used latter. The guest start to arrive and the barbecue is well under way there are lots of couples and all of them are our friends but none know our secret but they soon will.

Bondage Master's Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now… now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard cock. Ten seconds later, he had cum all over his naked chest, wiping the excess with the inside of his robe.

Bondage Warehouse Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extended/alternate ending also exists! You can read it here.

It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well.She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them.

Bondagent - Mission Golden Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A parallel story to ‘Bondagent - Mission Dark Cloud’, not essential reading before this one as this is a ‘stand-a-lone story’ but of interest if you like background to some of the characters.

1. Assassin

This was a much better mission, far more suited to my natural skills as an assassin than my previous task, basically baby-sitting the new girl Sandy Dearing or at least keeping ob’s on her and her apartment while she infiltrated the terrorist organisation in operation Dark Cloud. Although it had been effectively a year’s rest from front-line duties and getting to play with Sandy in bondage was a huge and enjoyable bonus; so good I still meet up and play with her whenever the opportunity arises; her and her girlfriend ‘Bronze’ Debbie and to get to do sexually evil things to them both.

Bondagent Mission Dark Cloud

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. Recruitment

Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called ‘subject matter expert’ or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it.

I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class.

Boot Camp: Slave 100

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have been running this camp for almost 3 years now. It is a 13 room farmhouse sitting on 20 acres of land in upstate New York. I bought the place to get away and relax with my wife, Marie and slave of 7 years. To better suit the place to our needs, I gutted a few rooms of the house and set them up as playrooms. For almost two years we enjoyed the house to ourselves until one day I received a request from a friend of mine. Paul was well aware of our activities at the farmhouse and knew my wife was a trained slave. It was this knowledge the prompted him to ask me to train his own slave, or more to the point, train his girlfriend, Diane, to be a better slave.

Boot Girl and the Kidnapped Princess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Harmony’s favourite heroine once again dons her shiny black jet boots and ridiculously skimpy outfit to deliver her own brand of vigilante justice to Belladonia’s capital city.

Just as importantly, all your favourite villainesses are back too.

Anything can happen in the next half hour but, based on her last adventures, it is likely our plucky blonde heroine with her pert body and perfect butt will be involved in some pretty strict bondage, will endure a good dollop of humiliation and end up with very sore nipples.

Booty Pop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Have you heard of “Booty Pop Panties”? It’s the same concept as a padded bra, only they’re for a girl’s booty. The packaging shows before and after ass shots, and I’ve got to say that it really does make the chicks look hotter. You’ve got to check out their ads online. Just google them, and you’ll find these girls standing around with flat asses, then you hear a big pop and all of a sudden the girl has an ass that you would just die to spank. And the craziest thing is that these Booty Pops are not some niche product that are only sold in adult stores. I saw ’em in a respectable clothing catalogue that was delivered to my house, and then I saw them prominently displayed near the checkout counter of a Bed Bath And Beyond!

Boudoir Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Josephine is organising a franchise party at her home but this isn’t for cosmetics and tupperware.

I am hosting a Boudoir Party. Boudoir is a company that sells sex, not pornography I stress; adult toys, costumes, games. We all have our excuses for girls’ nights; book clubs, gourmet meals, clubbing, in my case I’ve chosen Boudoir.

Little Slutty Hannah is the first to arrive, looking perfect as she always does, in the costume I have chosen for her; I am perhaps cruel in my sobriquet, but Hannah is the youngest of our group and the closest to a WAG; she pert and pretty, her lustrous dark hair always immaculately coifed, her make up perfect, false nails and eyelashes, her body toned and tanned. Tonight she wears a short white strapless PVC minidress and matching thigh boots, around her throat is a white leather collar from which dangles, tantalisingly, a gold ring.

Bound Anticipation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She’d been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address.

Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she’d spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned.

Bound by the Storm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I turned the car into the already rickety garage. The storm was clearly brewing.

I had seen Didi in front of the bedroom window as I drove across the front of our house. Great, all set, all ready, everyone and everything in place…let the storm strike! I thought

We had this nice little cottage in the hills, with a lovely view on Mother Nature, but also fully exposed to Mother Nature when she had her temper.

Bound for an Unknown Destiny

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I found myself standing in front of a full length mirror. My feet were bare and I was wearing jeans and a blue small-checked shirt over a white t-shirt and white cotton briefs which covered no more than they needed to. My mouth was filled with a large ball-gag pushed deep in and over that was wrapped the whole of a wide adhesive bandage, completely sealing my mouth. My arms were tied behind my back with ropes at wrists, forearms and elbows and the rope round my forearms was also wrapped tightly round my waist just above my waistband, immobilising my arms.

Bound for the Holidays

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Bill was in control of one of the largest corporations in America. His life was broken up into three separate parts. One part was with his beautiful rich wife. The second part was his love of bondage. The last part of his life was his work. His wife didn’t enjoy his sexual fetish. She knew that he was into bondage but she wanted no part of it.

When her father died she inherited the company. She put me in charge and I’ve been running the corporation for three years. My life was great but I also wanted my wife to partake in my bondage games. Sandra just wasn’t able to enjoy it with me. I chose to just use self bondage to satisfy my love of bondage. If I was unfaithful I would be left without a dime. Her prenuptial agreement was perfect.

Bound to Order

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a dark and stormy night!

No, really, it was. Well, in fact, it was late evening but it was dark and the rain was pelting down as I waited for my prey. The one I was after seemed to go for fashion rather than practicality and obviously, as I had counted on, didn’t bother listening to weather forecasts.

I had watched her entering the office building earlier, before the forecasted rain started; dressed in a very smart, fawn coloured hip length coat. Smart yes, any protection in even a light drizzle no. She was very beautiful and very vain about her appearance. Now me, I was completely waterproof.

Bound to Please

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My love says she wants to try something different… She tells me she wants me fresh and clean, pliable, and horny. The horny part is NEVER a problem. Fresh and clean are easily taken care of with a hot shower. Pliable? Not sure what that is all about.

As I scrub away the day like so much dirt, I think about what she said. Pliable?!? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wash myself thoroughly, maybe a bit too thoroughly if my cock is any indication. Then comes the razor. I shave my head and face, ensuring that they are soft and smooth. I then turn my attention further south, trimming, grooming, and shaving until the base of my shaft and my balls are as soft and smooth as my head. The slight scrape of the razor always feels good over my balls. The feeling is hard to describe, but it does nothing to help relieve the firmness in my groin.

Bound Together in Friendship

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

My name is Samantha, and I have a story that I’d like to share with you.

The story I am about to tell will sound strange coming from me because normally I am very shy. It happened just over a year ago now, but the memories of those events are forever in my mind. They have shattered my view of sexuality. But first let me give you a little background into my life.

Bound, Gagged and in Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It started like any other night, my Mistress wife was working til midnight then would be home. She left me chores to do once I was dressed and how to be tied when she got home. Only this night ended up different.

I did my chores as instructed and tied my ankles, knees and thighs. I am as always in my chastity belt. I was under the chain suspended from the ceiling, my collar was locked on and I was ballgagged and blindfolded. This has been a position before so I was thinking I knew what was coming. She would put me in a mild strappedo while she took a shower, masturbate on the bed so I could hear her then let me down on the floor, hogtie me and throw me a pillow so I could sleep. I was okay with this because I liked this routine.

Bounded at Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

After several self bondage adventures, I am more than certain that this kinky hobby is what I crave for. My peers look at me as a cheerful and attractive young lady, little do they know that I have a second life with self bondage. Devoting myself to self bondage instead of seeking a boyfriend or partner may seem foolish, but I’m very sure at this moment that nothing else can bring me off the edge and into ecstasy like the way self bondage can.

Bounded by the Park

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After months of searching online for a partner in BDSM, I gave up. I tried all major adult sites and even Chinese ones, exchanged emails and chatted with some of the members, but none I met was serious about leading me in BDSM, and none was interested in developing a viable relationship. All they ever do was requesting to see my boobs, or me to masturbate on webcam and all kind of selfish and ridiculous requests. They were all so indulged in their own fantasy that none really cared about how I feel.

Bounded Cowgirl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not much of a story, more of a technical self bondage description, intended for self bondage enthusiasts only. Anyone who wants to try this, feel free to contact me for tips! I know my English’s horrible and I suck at writing, so please be nice to me.

Riding cowgirl has always been one of the most difficult and draining position for me, I can never last more than 5 minutes. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I lacked the determination or correct technique, but I was going to change that.

Bounded for Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

After months of intensive studying, I was finally done with my exams in May, hence marking an end to my days in the university. There are many people and things which I would fondly remember, but for now, I’m eager to move onto the next stage of my life. God has been kind to me, I’ve already secured a job and would be working from July onwards. Which meant that I’ve got 2 full month of vacation!

Bounded in the Car Park

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 23 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

It took me a while to recover from the tormenting session at home. I had ugly marks on my wrist and ankles, a pair of very sore nipples, painful vagina lips and very numb clitoris. For days, I had to give up pretty skirts for long jeans and long-sleeved shirts. I was so scared that my self-bondage sessions would leave me with scars and permanent damage that I completely stayed away from self bondage for months.

Bounded in the Field

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

My indulgence for self bondage started around the same time when I first had a personal computer to use. I was just 16, and doing research for a school project. By a beautiful coincident, I stumbered upon a website on self bondage. I felt so wrong to be surfing such a site, but as I read the stories posted, there was a strange attraction which propelled me to read on. One story after another, I read on; Foreign words like “hog tie”, “leather cuffs”, “ball gags” became more familar. Before I realised, I’ve been glued to the screen for hours.

Bounded on the Bridge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Ann, I’m a 22 year old undergraduate living in Singapore. I stand at 1.6 meters, weighs 47 kilograms, measures 34C-24-33.

The new school term has started. Ever since my daring, almost outrageous, self bondage in the school field, my face turns red everytime I passed by the field.

The memory was bitter sweet, filled with pain and a strange after-taste of pleasure. As much as I’m physically pushed to my limits, the bondage and torture brought me to an ecstasy I’ve never felt before. I decided that I shall have a light session of self bondage first, and if it still excites me, then I’ll go for a longer session. I’ll decide if self bondage’s the hobby for me after the 2 sessions.

Breaking In A Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bree fiddled with her wedding ring as her new husband drove the car up the winding road. Though happy, she truly never thought she would be here. Even the word ‘husband’ still made her head spin. She had been completely independent her whole life. Captain of the debate team in high school, class president her senior year, until she was removed for organizing a protest against the schools ‘sexist’ dress code. She graduated top of her class Pre-Law, and published multiple articles in the universities paper about sexism displayed by the schools staff. She was going to Yale Law School in the fall, and she planned on becoming a Civil Rights lawyer.

Breath

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I arrive at my Mistress’ house at 9am and she’s waiting for me at the door looking intimidating. Dressed in knee-high boots, stockings, black leather skirt and a tight black corset, her breasts trying to escape from the tight confines of the corset and her long blonde hair in a ponytail, with her impossibly long eye lashes and luscious red lips, she is the picture of power and control. As I walk past her, she catches the cheek of my arse hard with her paddle, the sound of the leather on my jeans echoes around the hallway.

Brenda Gets Humiliated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was time to turn over. Brenda had been lying out for half an hour on her back and knew she would burn if she continued. Being a natural redhead had certain disadvantages. She reversed her position and laid flat on her tummy.

“Scott?” she called out to her husband. He was in the kitchen fixing a drink.

“Yeah?”

“Would you put lotion on my back?”

Scott came out and sat next to Brenda on her lounge chair.

Brian Finds His Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely.

Brittany Visits Mistress Madelyn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on.

Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied.

Bro

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Simon. I guess it all started when I was 13. That’s when I met a sixteen year old boy named Kevin. We hit it off good and soon became good friends, and then best friends. We even call each other “Bro” affectionatly. He was already a good looking guy when I met him, but as he grew he became muscular and handsome. Meanwhile, I ended up being fairly androgynous, with a slender body and a pretty face that belonged to a girl. The fact I like to wear my hair long doesn’t help.

Bronco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Kathy is a college student who gets off on bondage and, while she likes it with her boyfriend, she also dreams up kinky scenarios where she is left tied to get her kicks.

The orgasm, when it came, was wonderfully intense, a warmth spreading from her sex to her belly and up into her chest then suffusing her whole body with a pleasure that, outside that moment always seemed impossible. It was a pleasure so intense that she could do nothing but yield her body to its control, crying out as it engulfed her, screwing up her fists and driving her nails int her palms as she squirmed in an overwhelming state of ecstasy.

Buried Alive

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is told from both sides of the relationship. Pure fantasy, enjoy !

_Update (2012/05/10):* It is over 2 years since I last added to this story, although I always liked it and wanted to finish it. I hope you feel it was worth it, please leave comments either way to let me know.*

Derek:

‘Derek ?’ I recognised that tone of voice – kind of wheedling, like she wanted something expensive or was going to own up to denting the car or something. We had just had sex so she must have been thinking I’d agree to anything.

Burka Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All names have been changed to protect my identity and those of the people I met. ‘Pocketbook’ is a synonym for handbag or purse.

1. Inspiration and Preparation

As I examined the photograph I felt a rush of sexual excitement. I had googled ‘burka’ and there she was; a brown eyed woman staring back at me through the steel bars of a cage concealed beneath the black fabric of her face covering. I knew at that instant I had to emulate her.

Burst

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I can take anything that you can dish out.” I drunkenly and mistakenly blurted out to my wife.

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” She repeated with a knowing smile on her face.

Skip to twenty-four hours later and my lovely wife is leading me into the bedroom. First things first she has me strip completely naked. She covers my eyes with a leather blindfold and jams a pair of her panties into my mouth.

Busted by Max

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First part of a saga. I got started and it kept going, and going, and going. . . I wanted to post what I have so far to get some feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

Part One

Steve hated getting called into work on his day off. He was hoping to spend the day with Max his current partner and pet. Steve was a K9 officer with the local county sheriff and Max was his latest partner. Steve’s previous dog had to be retired after biting the throat of a worthless drug dealer. Steve was back at duty at the international airport. Although Steve and Max usually spent most of their time sniffing around in the cargo section, the K9 unit was occasionally supposed to come upstairs and patrol the incoming passengers of international flights. So Steve and Max spent the majority of their time this morning walking up and down the lines of people waiting to go through customs. If Max would show an interest in someone, Steve would signal the customs agent and they would scrutinize things much tighter and conduct a physical search of their baggage. It rarely happened, but the system worked pretty well. Max had never had a false hit so far and was really subtle in marking someone.

Buy One, Get One Free

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Walking down the mall corridor, Lisa Ballard felt a steady gaze upon her, but it wasn’t the kind that she was used to. It didn’t come from your average voyeur. She could sense a dangerous presence nearby. It scared her, but intrigued her at the same time. She could actually feel her body tingling deep inside. The blood raced red hot through her veins as her pulse quickened. There was a tightening in her nipples and she bit softly on her lower lip in response.

Caged Lovers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bill came home to find his wife dressed up “fit to kill.” She was all in black and it had all come from Victoria’s secret, except the shoes. Her lacy push up bra moved her spectacular chest up and out, putting her size C breasts on display. The waist cinch took her already small waist in a bit further and accentuated the curve of her hips. Black silken stockings attached to garters on the cinch and highlighted her long, slender legs, made even longer by the black patent five inch high heels that graced her feet. The thong at her crotch barely covered anything.

Cammy's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Cammy Jones sat in the Wendy’s at the Airport Square shopping center across the parking lot where she worked (or slaved) as a stock person. She was 24 and thought back on her life and wondered what was next in store for her.

When she was fourteen, living in Miami, her mother Sally left to stay with her Aunt Lisa in Philadelphia area due to a nervous breakdown caused by the abuse by her father Hector. Cammy was a Hispanic looking even though her mother was Caucasian. Her father was very strict and believed in corporal punishment. He would punish her by hitting her on her panty clothed rear with his belt. Because of this she never wore a bikini as he would not let her and she didn’t want anyone seeing her bruised butt. She was shy and had few friends as they were also scared of her father, who was a former freedom fighter.

Capture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was a cold, misty morning in March and Anna was on her way to work. She caught the Bus most winter mornings, but on this occasion she had decided to walk. Gazing lazily down at her small feet as she strode forwards, she pulled her handbag further up onto her shoulder. Suddenly she felt her body stiffen as she sensed someone behind her. She glanced fleetingly behind her, but saw nothing but an empty street. Still worried, she quickened her pace and tried to convince herself that it had been merely her imagination playing tricks. It was only one minute later however, that the feeling of being followed by a mysterious stalker returned to her. This time she looked more subtly behind her, only to see a hunched figure reseeding behind his thick green jacket walking about ten yards behind her on the other side of the road. Relieved and finally feeling safe (the man looked small and un - threatening) she exhaled strongly and continued her walk. It was only at this time, when she expected no attack, that it came. She saw nothing but a blur of silver, and then darkness.

Capturing Kat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life.

Card Trick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An enterprising college student learns to become more responsible

The alarm wouldn’t stop ringing. In my waking stupor I though it was the alarm. Well maybe not. I reached over and swatted the snooze button on the clock, but the noise didn’t stop.

Oh hell. The sun was out and it was way too friggin’ bright in my bedroom for this crap to be happening.

My headache was with me full force as I rolled to the other side of my bed and fumbled for the cordless phone. And of course, it fell on the floor.

Careful What You Wish For Claire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Cary's Sway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Casino

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Casino Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Is this your first time here?” the man behind the counter asked, examining the card. “Nicole?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “But two friends of mine are already members. Alex and Flora told me a little about it.”

The man typed some numbers off of her card and entered them into the computer. “Your fully entered into our system, membership dues paid in full, and everything you need is in,” he said, handing her the card back. “Go on inside. Because this is your first time, you can pick up free chips at the courtesy counter. They can answer any other questions that you might have.”

Castigating Alexis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Caught By A Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not gay, I just have a lot of fantasies, so here is my second story. Let me know if you like it or not by leaving constructive comments.

[Editor’s Note: I attempted to edit this story without destroying crazymike’s style of writting or use of language. The text differs only slightly from the original posted on 7/5/12, but has been formatted and edited for your reading enjoyment. -mrhungry ]

Caught by My Neighbor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first try at writing a story.

Part 1

It all started out like any other Saturday, I was just sitting at the table having my coffee and pondering about my whole life and my wife, who I miss very much. She got sick and passed away almost 2 years ago. I think about how we used to enjoy light vanilla bondage, where we would take turns restraining each other and just doing whatever we felt like to each other while they were helplessly bound . We would do mostly long tease and denial sessions, and forced orgasms, we weren’t into anything painful or weird. I am only 52 and have not really started dating much again yet. I guess I just haven’t found the right woman yet. Sitting there thinking about this was making me horny so I decided that today would be a good day for a self-bondage session. I found a few sites on the internet about self-bondage where I could make up different ways to secure myself with a delayed action release. Most of the time I would also find a way to have something setup to give me a long teasing that I have no way of controlling.

Caught in a Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation.

After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual.

Caught in Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first part of the story is true, the second is fictional

I have been going through a somewhat ugly Divorce, going on two years now and it all comes down to money, sex and a lack of respect. A lack of all three and mainly from her but now it seems she wants all the money she can get before it is over and as much support as possible. I have been more than fair but that apparently is not enough for her. We were married 20+ years, separated the last two with something needing to happen ASAP.

Caught the Second Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Second effort, please comment. Hope you enjoy. Not the way I had planned it. Part 2 may follow.

Part 1

I am forty years old and have been married for twenty of those. The kids are off in college and I am currently retired thanks to six lucky numbers. My wife is a good woman, did a great job raising the kids. My only complaint is in regards to sex. It does not interest her and she has never initiated sex after we had kids. She will give it up if I ask but I try not to because I know she does not like it. I do not want to wander because I am a target. I have tried everything but she is happy with a vibrator. I bought it as a supplement, not a replacement.

Celia's Swim

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Celia stared across the conference room table at her counterpart, Burk. As usual, he was studiously ignoring her while the meeting continued unabated into it’s third hour.

While many would assume he had no interest, Celia knew otherwise. She knew that his studied detachment was a conscious effort to avoid being driven to distraction by her during this meeting, a distraction that Celia was already managing to accomplish simply by gazing every so often in his direction.

Center for Deviate Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Category: N/A

Codes: F-f, latex, enema, pony, tricked

In an obviously upscale office a beautiful and well dressed woman in her early 30’s is on the phone. “C’mon, c’mon, come ooooon pick up the phone”. “Center for deviate dreams miss deWilde speaking”. “Hello Miss deWilde this is Sharon Moreau speaking”. “Miss Moreau, how wonderful to hear from you again. It must be at least a month since your last visit, I was beginning to fear we might have lost you”. “Actually I think it’s closer to two months since my last visit. The end of the year is always an exceptionally hectic period at the firm and I just couldn’t find any time to slip away even for an hour or so in the weekend. Fortunately we have next week off to celebrate the holidays and charge our battery for the onslaught of January”. “Poor thing, that sounds like quite the ride you had there. So with next week off I’m guessing you would like to book a session somewhere next week, possibly a double one?”. “Yes miss deWilde, I definitely like to book a session for next week but I don’t think a double will cut it for me”. “Really?.. So what is it you are looking to book?”. “Well miss deWilde doesn’t your institute also offer a full domestic training course? That’s a full 7 days right and I would have the final weekend to ..”. “MISS MOREAU!, the full domestic training course isn’t something you just decide on a whim! That program is a lot more strict that your usual sessions. Besides it’s simply not feasible. That program would require fulltime trainers over the Christmas week and it requires the trainee to have a handler”. “Please, PLEASE, miss deWilde this isn’t just on a whim, I have been considering this request for almost two months now. The first few months of next year are already shaping up to be at least as intense as the last two which means that this will be my only session for months to come. I will gladly pay quadruple fee’s to compensate for your inconvenience over Christmas and Ivy has already accepted being my handler if I want to take this course. Please miss de Wilde, please”. “Miss Moreau I’m really not sure that you know what you are signing up for here and ..”. " I do, I do, sorry miss deWilde I really have to run to my next meeting now, I’ll be at the center Saturday 8am sharp to begin the course, please accept me". With that the well dressed woman in her 30’s puts down her phone, quickly gathered her notes and rushed off to her next meeting.

Chain 16

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Chair Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A few days ago, I had the entire nite to myself and got the itch to try a self-chair-tie that I had seen on the net. I ordinarily use the wire chair in front of my makeup mirror for this, but what I saw used a bentwood chair, which I also had upstairs. Since it was a lot lighter than the makeup chair and somewhat more comfortable, I thought it would be ideal. Little did I know?

Change in Pace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true story that happened to me between my girlfriend and myself

I’ll start by telling you this is a true story that happened to me several years ago. My girlfriend Ash and I were both into the bdsm scene. One day she tells me she wants to see me dressed in womens clothes. I didn’t think much about it and told her sure. She started by ordering the items and letting me test fit them and picking up odds and end panties and stockings off the net. We started to have me dress and wear the clothes under my regular clothes and going out in public. It then progressed into me wearing them to bed while she tortured me while I layed there bound and gagged.

Change of Fortune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Appointment

Laura pulled to the side of the road and felt a chill snake down her spine. She looked ahead and saw the lights indicating her destination but did not feel ready to drive further. ‘Surely, there must be some other way’, she thought, but nothing came to mind. She took a deep breath to try to calm her nerves and remembered the events leading to this night.

Chaste Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Chastity James - Grail Hunter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Chastity James has ambition to be the next Lara Croft, better than Indiana Jones, a real intrepid explorer but gets just a little tied up getting there.

1. Uncharted Civilisation

Arriving by ship Chastity stepped for the first time in her life into South West Africa. She spent just one night in port to settle her sea legs and the following morning making her final purchases she loaded up her newly acquired but well used little red Cherokee Jeep and headed off into deepest darkest Africa and off the map.

Chastity Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I’m back! After a long hiatus due to serious health issues I’ve decided to post my fifth story. Unfortunately, writing does not provide me with the same spark that it used to so I am uncertain as to when I will be able to post further updates. As of now, this is a work in progress.

As always, I accept any and ALL feedback. Whether it be positive or negative.

Chemical Reaction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Did you shave completely?” Mistress Courtney asked with a smirk, knowing what was coming soon.

“Yes Mistress, Your girl has shaved everything apart from her head as You instructed your girl.” came the softly spoken reply from the perfect girl that stood proudly before her Mistress.

It was not so long ago that the girl, khrystal-rose, had been completely new to being owned, in fact new to the whole BDSM lifestyle, but she had always known there was something more, something that turned her on, something about losing the control and the need to feel so completely wanted, that she had found love in her Mistress without every really knowing why, how, or when it happened. It just did…

Chinese Finger Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Chloé

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: still looking for proof-reader !

Chapter 1 (added: )

It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom’s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work.

The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom’s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa.

Chloe's First Girlfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: i really hope you like my first story. there will be more chapters to come so watch out for them.

Chapter 1 - The First of Many

A wave of different smells, mostly leather, entered your nose as you walked in the shop. Loads of different items lined the shelves. The assistant, who also happened to the shop, gave cheerful smiles to any customers who glanced her way.

Christmas Cajoling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :)

Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates.

But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food.

Christopher's Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish!

The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.

Claire's Wicked Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik

It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek.

Click Click Click

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Roberta’s heels echoed as she walked briskly to the reception desk of Chicago’s elegant Palmer Hotel, her wheeled suitcase trailing behind her. Though it was still rather early in the day, there were a number of other guests in the lobby, and Roberta noted with satisfaction that she turned many heads the males looking at her mature but trim figure and excellent grooming with desire, and the women with envy and catty disgust. She knew that her well-tailored skirted business suit, silk blouse, and elegant pumps presented her as she was a successful business executive.

Clothesline Cable

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Saturday morning Darla rushes out of her bedroom and almost passes me by when suddenly turning, plants a smoldering kiss on my lips, then with an arch in her eyebrow says, “Be good Phoebes, see you back around noon, ok!”.

Be good! Hmph, hell yes I’m always good, and when I’m bad, as the cliché goes, I’m only better… and so in this frame of mind I find myself wandering the many aisles of my fave local hardware store.

Club Slide and New Enslaved Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started one day at work. My boss was ticked off and he took it off on me. I’m doing this project at work and she moved my deadline for next week. I got so pissed because I had a lot of work to do still. So after work, I went straight home.

My girlfriend Neyra and I talked about out day. Then she got mad at me for not being done with the work project and walked away. I’m into bondage games but she isn’t too much fascinated or interested in bondage. So I started to change clothes. I got into somewhat tight jeans but not that tight and also a pretty tight black shirt that showed off my very well built body. See I play soccer and im pretty good shape. So then i decided to go to a new club in town I heard about.

Cold Storage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Gosh, I love winter!” I thought to myself as I watched my wife Peggy pass in front of me as she walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. She was 23 years old, fit, beautiful, and completely naked. The nipples of her “C” cup breasts were hard and erect from the chill, and I had to restrain myself from dragging her onto my lap and giving an inviting brown bud a not so tender bite. She could not have done much to stop me, since her hands were cuffed tightly behind her back, her ankles were shacked ten inches apart, and her lips were stretched around a three inch ball gag buckled tightly behind her head.

Collateral

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

I run my own small business. And by small I mean I have two employees. One is my brother named Rob. He does advertising and sales. The other is Allison. She does accounting and invoicing. I do everything else, which leads to long work nights and a very small social life.

When I first started the company it was only Rob and I. Together we were young and bold enough to get the company off the ground. However it was becoming obvious that I was getting burned out trying to keep the books, develop new product lines and do everything else the owner of a small business does. After two years of growth and success the company needed an accountant. I would have preferred to pay a company to do our books however Rob insisted that it would cost too much and that he knew of an impeccable accountant. After several of Rob’s persuasive sales pitches, I tentatively agreed to interview Allison.

Command and Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Summary: Sian works at a high tech company when a new arrival with a new invention unlocks her hidden desires.

Notes: This was inspired by a female friend (Athy) who was telling me about remote controlled collars on Second Life. She also has a thing for forced orgasm. So I wrote her a story.

Part 1

Sian had worked at the company for 3 years. She was head of Infrastructure Management and enjoyed the job. It paid well, she worked with some great people and she was part of the HQ staff so she got to see all the really interesting things that went on. A new guy joined the company. Scarlet McAlpine. He was in his early-thirties, about 6ft tall, brown hair, athletic build. She saw him going running each lunchtime. The girls in the typing pool were also very interested They said he was very polite, friendly and quite charming; he would hold doors open for female co-workers for example. He was quite the English Gentlemen; he even had that funny accent the Brits had. More importantly he was also single.

Connie's Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Connie had been married twice before. Once, she married for young love, and the second time for security. Both marriages brought neither. Both husbands lacked the same basic skill that Connie was negligent in herself, communication. She was too shy and embarrassed to explain to each poor, suffering man that the reason their sex life was so boring was because she wanted something more. She wanted to be dominated, and controlled. She wanted to be bound so her real inhibitions could be set free. But that never happened. Both men felt their love problems were their own faults. Both men were good men, but both men left the marriage guilt riddled, feeling that they had failed her.

Contrition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A business woman is kidnapped for revenge by a younger woman. This story is told alternately from the viewpoint of two people, Sadiax wrote as the young kidnapper and Graymangazer as the captive. The plot wasn’t planned, just two people bouncing off one another.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. Please feel free to comment.

Part 1

I felt frightened. I always thought I was tough, I make tough decisions every day, decisions often affecting people’s lives, but now I know I am a woman alone, a frightened woman in a frightening situation.

Conversation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two girlfriends have a series of conversations about bondage. You won’t find this one in ‘The Listening Project’ archive.

“Honestly, Sharon, I don’t know why you let him do this to you”

“Oh Theresa, I’ve told you ! He likes to think of me as his little slavegirl waiting for him to return.”

“But you have a life too. Don’t you object to spending your whole day tied up like this ?”

Corsets and Cuffs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Clack…….Clack, Clack.

The sound of Suzanna’s heels on the marble floor echoed around the hall.

Clack…..Clack again echoed around the hall as Suzanna moved her feet to try and maintain her balance. This was quite difficult as she was wearing 4" heels and her legs were held about 2’ apart by a spreader bar. Her arms were encased in a single glove and pulled up above her head forcing her to bend over at the waist while the ball gag in her mouth was preventing any communication.

COS to Boss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip.

Costume Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Susan had looked forward to this evening for over two weeks now, ever since her new online interest had invited her to be his date. They had never met in person, but she felt something special about Richard. It was like they had known each other for years. Normally she was very cautious about the men she met online, and this one was no different. On the other hand, if things went well, she knew he wouldn’t be waiting until the third date to have her.

Couples Counselling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can’t promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.

Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I’d trained a couple and the first time I’d trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I’ve made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl’s training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don’t intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

Couples Trip In The Countryside

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story, I like bondage and I liked a lot of stories on this site and wanted to try and write my story, hope you all like it

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

I have been dating Jessica for almost 4 years now, we are a great couple and we connect on so many levels, though the moment we re most connected is when we’re having sex, we found out shortly after we started dating that we both love bondage, it’s rare that we have sex without involving ropes or handcuffs.

Covenant of Steel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : For those of you who are unfamiliar with my work, this is the third installment and second prequel to my first venture into erotic literature. If you have not, I highly suggest you read both Two Halves and Late Nights since both provide some important insights into the characters presented. This will be my first attempt at a multi-part story and, truth be told its proven rather difficult. Once again, I must suppose that an author is his/her own worst critic, but I hope you enjoy.

Cracking Crystal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – Arrogance Rewarded

She was an arrogant, supercilious, stuck up, snarky bitch and it was time to take her down a peg or two; it would be my pleasure to do it.

Only in her mid twenties, and a dream to look at, she had an attitude that not even a mother could love. She stared down her nose at people like they were something she had found on the sole of one of the high-heeled strappy sandals she favoured. Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Gucci handbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had enough of her insulting behavior.

Creating a Rubber Pony

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another round of ’training’ for the plague demoness Jessi; brought to you by the Dominatrix, Maus. Not a sequel to ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ per se, but simply another enjoyable moment in Jessicka’s training, with all new clothing and toys!

The demoness had been living with this new-fangled collar for the better part of a month now, and every time it was ‘activated’, it surprised her - It seemed capable of doing anything, even thwarting her demonic powers at times. Jessicka is a plague and pestilence demon, a very rare type with a very specific usage that few demons or humans encounter - Though it happens that these type LACK ‘proper’ personality, great physical strength like most other demons, fire-based powers, but all the same fun brought on by a low sense of self-discipline.

Crystal and the Fetish Store

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Story

“Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?”

“They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra.

Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends.

Cynthia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another one I did years ago - enjoy!

Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called “pony girls”, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks.

D&H Ltd - Simons Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Dellal and Von Hoek Limited - Simon’s Journey is a story about a young man that is struggling to find a job after leaving University. Fresh out of university he finds a role that might just give him the role of a lifetime.

This is a story I have been thinking of for a while, and I have got another few chapters that I want to brush up and post, as well as a spin off tale or two. Hope people enjoy reading them.

Dance With Me Baby

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is a work of fiction. The author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual!

Dedicated to Bagheera and Rikki.

Chapter 1 – The Take Down

A few weeks ago it had got to the point where Stephanie and Kathy, long time best friends and partners for the last few years, just dreaded going in to work. The Pink Panther nightclub featured exotic dancers and had given them a very good living with a circle of regular customers enjoying Stephanie’s statuesque figure with her curves in all the right places topped with a mane of blonde tresses.

Dark Elf Nights

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was a priestess of the Goddess of Love and resided in the House of Beauty, the richest and most powerful temple in town. My days were spent mostly in the same manner, in the morning my sisters and I exercised in our well padded heavy plate mail with our maces and shields, honing our bodies into toned perfection. The early afternoon was spent in luxurious baths applying creams and cosmetics and the early evenings were spent in prayer. The nights were spent entertaining handsome male guests who donated very well to our church.

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dear diary,

The next few weeks are going to be very special. Since I can’t possibly confine this in any of my girlfriends I have decided to create you, my diary. That way I have someone to talk to and have something fun to read later on.

Since all good relationships start with good introductions I’ll start there.

My name is Cassandra, a 171 cm tall brunet. Although I am not photo model beautiful I’m not unhappy with my figure either.

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true.

I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes.

Debbie's Dilemma

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(Inspired by an original Doggers drawing!)

Debbie’s boyfriend was a “Jack of all Trades” but Eddie specialized in custom metal work and was also a qualified electrician. They had been an item for nearly two years and Debbie had moved in to his home several months ago. The large property doubled as a workshop for his projects and offered privacy for their more erotic hobbies.

Among other things they were into bondage. Well that is Eddie was quite expert at putting Debbie in bondage and she loved the feeling of helplessness that made it impossible for her to avoid his sexual attentions during a session. Not that she wanted to; the bondage just magnified the sensations. She was not into the pain scene and Eddie was very careful not to push things in that direction.

Delicious Restraint

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!

I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

Depraved

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is result of a collaborative effort between me and mrhungry. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Update (2012/05/01):* More comments please! You know I like to know what you think.

Update (2012/06/18): Taking it up a notch here. Please let me know what you think, I really like reading your comments!*

Part 1

She read the advertisement for the hundredth time. It was short, the font small, and it was unobtrusive on the webpage, as if the sponsor didn’t want it to attract attention. There was no link to another website, just a name and a phone number. Could it possibly be genuine? And if it was… did she have the nerve to follow it up?

Devon Bondage Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy about a friend of mine, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she really was into bondage …

Part 2 and things get a little out of hand. I’ve got some ideas for Part 3 but if anyone’s enjoying this and has any ideas, feel free to post them - let’s make Sally suffer (but in a nice way) !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sally and I live in rural Devon, England, one of the prettiest parts of the country. I am 25 and single, have long blonde hair, a slim body and 34C breasts. I inherited a large Victorian house in a tiny hamlet, so I have no mortgage and can get by nicely on my salary as a part-time teaching assistant at a local primary school.

Diaries of Slave Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :).

Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I’ll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks.

Part 1

Sept 14th, 2012

Do Not Disturb

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The sequel to ‘Maid Service Requested’

This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Dom the Dom Dommed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What happens when you trust a fellow professional, one who perhaps is not so trustworthy? You could wind up like Dominic, a broken slave, a former dom, now entertainment for his Mistress’ guests

I shouldn’t be here, especially not like this. I shouldn’t be wearing a high collar that keeps me from looking down, and allows my mistress to lead me where she likes. Nor should my arms be fused together in a monoglove, elbows touching. Some would say a man’s elbows can’t touch, and while it took a bit over a month, she proved it could be done.

Dominating Classmates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see)

Chapter 1

It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place.

Domme Goes In, Slut Comes Out

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This follows on from my previous story featuring Felicity Rivers. To read or not to read, that is the question. It’s up to you.

Deep in the bowels of a sprawling metropolis, eSensual Studios made their millions. On the surface their facilities resembled an unassuming apartment block, but below the busy city streets was another story. Their business was entirely legitimate, of course, but nonetheless it was prudent to conceal their activities from the public eye. Some called it the sex industry; others the porn industry, or the adult industry. None of these titles were entirely true for them, however: not the first, since their operation was frequently about more than simple sex; not the second, because filming models was only part of what they did; and not the last, because their patrons weren’t always adults - at least, not in age, though of course always in physical maturity. No, it was unlikely that a single label could do the company justice.

Don't Go Into The Basement!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story here. Comments/critique welcome.

Chapter 1

“Honey, I have a favor to ask,” Mary said as she sat down at the dinner table.

“Great. What is it?” Bill asked. Pleasantries can be avoided so easily after twenty-five years of marriage.

“I have a new friend, Stacy, that needs a place to stay for a week or two. Do you mind if she stays here?” she replied.

Don't Knock It...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

…Till You’ve Tried It!

It was Sunday and Sandra was bored. Nothing good on tv. No good movies playing lately. Not even any work since her commissions had dried up. She lay on her bed watching the trees outside the window sway in the wind. There was nothing worse than being bored. Except being bored when there was no one around to “play” with.

Sandra shared a large house with two other young women, Christina and Tanya. Sandra had brown hair and was the shy, bookish one. Christina was a redhead and was the bubbly cheerful one. And Tanya was black-haired and was the down-to-earth tomboy. But they were more than just friends. They were lovers, all three of them.

Don't Screw Your Roommate's Boyfriend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I learned the hard way not to steal my roommate’s date. It all started when I 1st started college. I was so mad at my father because he didn’t like the fact that I got what he called a tramp stamp tattoo, so we had a huge blow up and he kept calling me a slut. Well my roommate saw me all depressed, so she took me out to the bars. I never had been drinking before so I was a little hesitant to try, but my roommate persuaded me to have a beer, and that turned into two. Then the next thing that I know I was hitting on every guy that I walked by. Then one guy took me back to his apartment , and the next thing I know I wake up naked in his bed, and saw all the condom wrappers on the floor.

Dorei

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m a twenty-something from Europe, writing short stories and narrations (erotic and non-erotic) for several years.

A longer narration of mine deals with certain Japanese elements. To get in the mood for a sequel, I wrote this short story.

Box

The box had arrived just in time. Nakamura’s two “gentlemen” went to work unloading it as soon as the garage’s roller shutter had closed behind the inconspicuous white delivery van. One of them I knew by name: Tanaka, a ridiculously muscular bloke in an ill-fitting jacket. He was beyond any doubt capable of dragging the box alone. Hence his scrawny new colleague was rather latching onto the wooden crate while it was pulled out of the van.

Double or Nothing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Double Trouble

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second bondage story. I have tried to create a sexy, erotic milieu for our bondage participants … I hope my readers will let me know if I have succeeded. Comments, critical and otherwise, are most welcome.

Our protagonists:

Lori Devalle (her lover, and loving tormenter, was Josh Allen) just short of her 23rd birthday, was 5'7" tall and weighed about 130 pounds. She had long, lustrous coal black hair, and a figure many women would kill for: 1) a beautiful set of boobs, very upright and erect, measuring 36" with a C/D cup - 2) thanks to many hours in restrictive corsets and waist training, she measured just under 24" around her middle - 3) 37" hips, with the most perfect bubble butt Josh had ever seen; shapely but firm, with no noticeable imperfections. Her legs were long but not especially beautiful, while she always thought her hips were too narrow, and so welcomed the corsets that made them appear wider.

Drake Rubber Products

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Place: The Drake Rubber Products Inc. factory 11:50 PM.

Night shift employee Helen Clark, a 24 years old data processor, catches up on work left over from the previous night. She sits at her desk entering data on her computer. She is an attractive 5’ 8” brunette who also frees lances occasionally as a model. She is single and works night shifts at D.R.P.I. four nights a week. She works in her bare feet relieved that she can relax and work comfortably as if working at home.

Dream Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first serious bit of fiction writing I have ever done, and as such I am desperately hungry for feedback. You can contact me at karmap0licemen@gmail.com. Please, tell me what you think. The characters, especially John, have been inspired by personal events, but as I am not so lucky as him please let me know about problems with the authenticity of the bondage, or just tell me your ideas about where I should take the story next.

Dreams of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mirkada is a remote city with unusual customs and laws; all women in public places within the city’s walls must be restrained; women who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Mark and Sally Frost are a couple of Cambridge academics who are fascinated by the city’s culture and history. As a result, they have become regular visitors, enjoying, along with increasing numbers of tourists, the lifestyle implications Mirkada offers. Sally particularly enjoys wearing the traditional Mrikadan costume, the vilisqaz, a garment designed to both restrain and display the female body.

Driving Miss Crazy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is part 2 of the story I began in “A Model Worker” back in September, and further develops the central characters and themes. It is a darker tale than the first installment, so please check the story codes for what to expect. I plan to write further installments to this story when I can find time.

As always constructive criticism always welcomed.

Chapter 1: Why Am I Here, And For How Long?

Elbow Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Club

The ‘Elbow Bondage Club’ (EBC) was an exclusive fetish club located 38 miles outside of San Francisco. The venue was a large mansion which was owned by Julia Langly and Laura Parker, two eccentric millionaires who shared the same sexual fetish: beautiful women in stringent bondage.

The EBC was not a regular bondage club, it was ‘females only’. And Julia and Laura made sure that only the most beautiful women were accepted as members. And, as the name suggested, this club was also limited to ’elbow bondage’ fetishists.

Electricity and Magnetism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys this story. As always I love comments and will try to include them in future installments.

For Abagail, today was the best day of the year. As a 28 year old teacher the last day of school before summer vacation meant shopping with her friends, the odd vacation, and a summer away from her divorced husband.

Standing in the hallway of her school, children waved good bye to the beloved “Ms. T.” who was wearing a purple collared cotton tank top, jeans, and sketchers covered by a black zip up fleece with the school’s name and logo on it. Despite it being a particularly hot day in the Chicago the summer, the school that Abagail taught at was always frigid so in the school she could almost always be seen adorned in her beloved zip up fleece.

Elite Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: true story with out the names

Part 1: First Visit

This was a new Mistress for me just moving into the area, we talked on the phone after a few E: mails and it was set. Thursday at two sharp I’d better not be late or early but on time. I choose this Mistress of all the others because of what she showed for her equipment and her toys. Mistress was no beginner and didn’t want to bother with the novice as she told me there will be no safe words but she assured me she played safe. Her sessions are three hours long and she does no more than four a week. Mistress would know when to back off but not before pushing me out there. There will be marks lasting a few days or so Mistress said that was her way knowing I was thinking about her while hiding her marks from my wife. Like marking my territory so be ready for surprises here and there. Can you live with that my slut? Yes Mistress I replied. She gave me a list and that’s when the time was set.

Eliza And You (AI Generated)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The story you are about to read was generated by an AI. The story was in part directed by a human, such that the human was playing in the story, telling the AI what they wanted their character to do. The AI responded to these requests with story elements, descriptions, and provided the results of the human’s actions. After playing through this story, the human read back through and made some edits to fix minor grammar mistakes, remove some repetitiveness, and to smooth the overall story a little bit. So, this story is about 90% AI generated. Keep that in mind as you read, and think about how much better this will be in the future ;)

Emily in Tinseltown: Her First Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Emily is a hot young thing, a wannabe in world where metoo is something other people worry about.

Emily tried to ignore the pain in her shoulders as she reached awkwardly behind her, struggling to undo the catch of the peephole bra she had had been given to wear. She had been tied up for several hours and her shoulders ached; the prolonged bondage had also left her fingers were numb and she fumbled with the catch several times before finally freeing it and shrugging her breasts out of the wet-look PVC cups taking care to ease the little puckered rings around her swollen, bruised nipples.

Encounter in San Francisco

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story with male on male. I am not an english major so please be nice with the grammar comments.

Chapter 1 - Boredom and Randomness

It was beautiful and sunny Friday morning. Golden beams of light cascaded across the hardwood floor and slowly creped across until it worked up the frame of the bed and snaked into the eyelids of J. Grunting and bringing his hands from the blanket he reached up to his face and slowly wiped his eyes and coaxed a tired set of eyelids open. This was the first day of a well earned four day weekend, and J really needed the break from work and the stresses associated with it. The bed felt empty as he was newly single, and adjusting to this new life,

Endurance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foresightful as I was, I had a small towel at hand as I removed Patrizia’s gag. It was a standard three inch ball gag. Defined by me as standard, that was, because I knew how Triz loathed huge gags. How they put unbearable strain to her jaw muscles. For ball gags – or ring gags not sitting too deep – three inches was the absolute limit she and her talented mouth could take.

Enslaved At Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

John saw Kate’s profile on a BDSM dating website. He was seeking the Mistress/girlfriend of his dreams, and Kate seemed to be exactly what he wanted, but he doubted she would respond. She was 15 years younger than him and her photos showed a beautiful red-head artistically posing in a variety of fetish-wear. He wrote a respectful letter of introduction and was both thrilled and surprised to receive a response. It turned out they shared many of the same “vanilla” interests and chatted online effortlessly for hours, followed by more great phone conversations. Kate finally agreed to meet him for drinks and the chemistry was undeniable. Two martinis later, Kate said:

Esoteric Aquisitions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is based of a Kinky Escape Room game that I ran last year, that had a noir flare to it.

Hope you like it.

All questions and comments are welcome and encouraged :)

Part 1

“You have a card? Not exactly the field of work you’d expect someone to advertise in.” He said, lightly tapping his cigarette against the ashtray. The card showed a golden mask on a black background with the words “Esoteric Acquisitions” written in the same golden color, in small intricate letters.

European Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story and I hope you enjoy reading it. I would dearly love to improve my writing and so if you guys have any feedback or suggestions whatsoever I’d be delighted to hear them, positive or negative. Many thanks. - Josh

Chapter 1

Olivia smiled as she stared into man’s exotic brown eyes, only half listening as he spoke. She was lost in her own world, mesmerised by how he looked at her as if she were the only girl in the world. He was talking to them all, his eyes taking in each one so his look was only a few moments. But it felt like hours. Olivia couldn’t remember why they were here or how they had started talking to him but it didn’t seem to matter. Her classmates, the trip, her studies and especially the time were all forgotten, so engrossed was she by his stories and his astonishingly handsome face. She couldn’t help but play with her hair as she stared at his light brown features, his chiselled jaw, his big brown eyes, and looking down, his bulging biceps and t-shirt worn stretched to its limit. Biting her lip slightly, she imagined what was underneath, thoughts of spending the night with him fluttering through her head. She was not alone either. All three girls were entranced by the mysterious man.

Exchanges

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Author’s Notes: If you enjoy this story and would like to see more of my writings, please e-mail me at FESSELN1@aol.com. , visit my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ or follow my latest updates on Twitter. Any and all comments are welcomed and appreciated.

Executive Privilege

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Something had to be done about Dominique Steele, and Harry Nickles had to do it.

As the CEO of MarketTech, Harry was responsible for controlling his vice president of sales. True, Dominique’s take-no-prisoners approach had not only kept Harry’s mid-sized software company alive, it had given MarketTech a respectable market share in an industry where the big dogs ruled and the little pups knocked each other out fighting over the table scraps.

Extra

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1 - Obsession

Silvia moaned in delight as the first pleasure waves of a nearing orgasm hit her. Her eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of her, watching adult superstar Brock Peters have his way with two stunning blondes. Silvia was so envious of those girls. They got the privilege to play with Brock’s real 9-inch cock, whereas she only had a life size replica at her disposal.

Extreme Mistress Online

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I found Mistress on line and new to the area she has not yet set up a dungeon or a play space which made me wonder or not about her ability to be a Mistress. But she looked great which I know has nothing to do with anything at all but I first e:mailed her of any toys and what she might be able to bring to a hotel room.

Family Bonding

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)

Love and lust are strange things. Most teenage girls develop carnal attraction and fall in love in the usual way: Meet a nice boy, get to know each other, build trust, seal the deal with a kiss, and consummate the deal with sex, then get married and live happily ever after. My love and lust story however is quite different the norm, and to many, may seem immoral and socially unacceptable. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I will not let the social norm deter my love for him. The following is my true story of love and sex with someone whom I never thought would fall for so strongly in love with.

Fantasy Tease and Denial

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My Princess is at class. It is late and the kids are already in bed. I am downstairs doing what any guy would do in my situation… browsing Tumblr.

I am locked up. Over a week now with no release. Every little thing makes me think of what I can’t do… and staring at pictures of what I can’t do make me want it even more.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone, her text-tone, brings my attention away from the computer screen. “Go get a chair from the kitchen and bring it downstairs.” An odd request, but certainly not anything to question. I do so and reply that it is done. After a few minutes, a second text comes in, “Lock the bedroom door and strip.”

February 14th

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based upon an actual event but I have

The alarm went off at 6:30am as it does every work day morning and as I do every time it goes off, I reached over and hit the snooze button. There is not way I can go to work today I thought as I lay there waiting for the annoying buzzer to announce the end of the snooze time. This was going to be the worst Valentine’s Day ever and to go to the office and see all the other girls getting flowers and discussing romantic plans for the evening would be too much. I’m just going to stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself. So I shut the alarm off and called the office, leaving a voice mail message for my boss telling her that I was sick…….again. That bitch would be the worst of them all, flaunting her fine clothes and expensive jewelry and telling everyone how her rich ass husband was taking her out to eat at this fancy place where a meal cost more than my week’s salary.

Felicity Rivers Bound and Fucked Senseless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The door creaked open and an innocent-looking girl entered the room, flinching as the heavy metal door slammed back into place. She looked around the room uncertainly, perhaps wondering if she was in the right place.

“Hello,” I greeted her, smiling serenely. Her eyes darted to me and a shy smile broke out across her features.

“Uhh.. H-Hi, sir. Are you The Bondsman?”

“That I am, girl. And you would be…?”

First Class Post

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I’ve never got on well with alarm clocks, and this morning was no exception. The annoying mixture of buzzes and beeps coming from the other side of the room was always enough to get me out of bed, no matter how much I wanted to wrap myself in the comforting snugness of my duvet and avoid the real world. But today was a day full of lectures, and my grades would suffer if I missed them.

First Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra.

Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate.

First Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This part 2 of my weekend as a sex slave but can be read as a stand alone. Some of this is true mixed with fantasy. Enjoy

First night.

“Come on, please”. I pleaded.

Kelly responded. “It’s my weekend and your my slave”

I knew that, that my only way out was to use the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. It’s just that I hated that dam bed.

First Offense

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago, intending to polish and expand on it a bit more, but it works standalone. If I get around to it, I might write a sequel with the main character, and possibly the shop lady will re-appear as well.

This story is purely fictional. Consent is dubious, but this is merely a fantasy. Please practise safe, sane and consensual sex.

Christine looked both ways before slipping an item into her purse. She felt a small rush of adrenaline as she quietly walked towards the exit of the store. She’d shoplifted for a while now to combat the increasing boredom of her normal daily routine. This was the first time she’d stolen anything in a sex shop though, she was only recently allowed to go in here having just turned 18 the previous week. She’d been blushing heavily when she entered the store, and in order to get an obstructed view of the register, she’d had to go all the way to the back of the store. Getting there, she hadn’t even looked at the cover of the dvd she pilfered. That wasn’t important. Getting that adrenaline high was. She’d almost gotten out when she heard a female voice behind her.

Fitness Trail

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I had set myself a real challenge this time and I was really nervous just thinking about what I was proposing to do to myself. Bit of background first – my name is Jenny, I’m 23, a student, single, brown eyes, short black hair, I have been told I’m not unattractive and I’m pretty fit but I don’t like my nose and my ass is too big – normal female hang-ups I guess. I have been into bondage fantasies since puberty but never told anyone else. So self-bondage was an obvious path and I’ve been playing tie-up games since I was 16. I love the feeling of helplessness when in bondage, as well as the purely physical sensation of ropes and chains digging into my skin or squeezing me tight, which I enjoy immensely. I’m a damsel-in-distress type of girl, always wanting to get myself into perilous situations which I then have to get myself out of. This one was a cracker.

Five Nights With Madame Pearl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day One

Mistress Sun had asked me to stay at her house for the week while she was out of town on business. I gladly accepted, knowing how happy it would make my mistress. My first mistake came on Monday morning while I was attending to my morning erection. I was in Mistress Sun’s bathroom, eyes closed and completely oblivious to anything other than pleasuring myself when I heard a distinctly feminine cough. I opened my eyes to find Madame Pearl wagging a finger at me and giving me the evilest of grins I could imagine. She told me that I was pretty much fucked if I finished or not, so I closed my eyes and quickly completed my business.

Flatmates

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When my flat mate suggested tying me up I wondered why. We lived separate lives, she had her friends, I had mine. Sure, we talked, we shared clothes, food and most other things but we did not even sit on a settee together. This suggestion came out of the blue. Her excuse was she needed someone to practice on. Her boyfriend wanted her to tie him up but her initial attempts had proved inadequate. It sounded harmless enough. I of course have never had anything to do with bondage, even as a child. I did have a quick browse through some web sites. What I saw intrigued me. People seem to enjoy being tied up in all sorts of ways, some like pain, others want sexual stimulation and some just want to be restrained. If everything was to be believed it was all done willingly. It takes all sorts I suppose and I was going to join them. It was my choice to allow it or not, and I was going to allow it. It started some very strange feelings inside me. Was it Fear? Or excitement? Or?

Flying the Friendly Skies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My 2nd story. Please enjoy, I am working on a second part.

Chapter One

On occasion I need to travel for business and it has been a blessing over the years to do so. I have seen most of the United States in my travels and hope to see all fifty states before I leave this world. But a recent trip to Texas had a benefit that I hope will continue.

Football Sunday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If anyone wants to make a video of this idea.. I’d love to see it.

Football Sunday was here again. I clipped the leash to the front of my wife Kerry’s collar, and led her the short walk up the driveway to my friend Dan’s front door. She kept her head bowed, not so much out of submission, but more of the hope that passing traffic and casual onlookers wouldn’t notice the bright red ball wedged deep in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her, held by a pair of chained cuffs underneath her long wool coat.

Football Widow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story about how I used to spend too much time watching football and rushed into a bet that I really should have thought through better.

Chapter 1

My girlfriend, Amber, a five-foot, cute-as-a-button, short-haired brunette and I have been going out for about six months and have had a healthy sexual relationship. I love American football and spend every Sunday glued to the TV. So when she came to me last week and said that she would like to be with me more by spending our Sundays watching the NFL together, I was surprised, but also really happy; I thought it would be a great way to spend more time together.

For Her

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

All hell broke loose just moments after I was back from my two week business trip. We had a ritual: As soon as the door locked behind me, I was to drop my trousers and underwear and present the unbroken seal of the CB 3000 to my wife, only this time the seal was broken, and I had absolutely now idea how that had happened.

She focused entirely on the visible fact, totally uninterested in any explanations.

Forbidden Fetish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have originally written this for myself, however I decided to share it. For now this is the full story, however I may write some kind of continuation of it in the future. Enjoy!

I’m a single mother. My husband left me and my son Jim 4 years ago. Since then I cared for Jim alone. He is 18 years old now, just finished school and is currently unemployed.

Friday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The story begins one Friday night. I’d had a hard week at work and was incredible horny. Not having anyone to share this with meant I had to indulge in a little self-gratification to deal with my “stress” problems. I had received the instructions via email and was to follow them to secure both my restraint and my release. Of course, the entire episode will be filmed live on the web cam I had recently purchased for the viewing pleasure of my Mistress.

From Co-ed to Slave... A Summer in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

From Fantasy to Reality, A Model in Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Our first two stories have been well received and we thank all our readers for their comments and support. There was only one type of criticism in the comments and that was that the story was unrealistic for a few reasons. We agree. We were much more interested in bringing my co-authors darkest fantasies into view. Some fantasies are never meant to become real. But, that being said, this newest story is very realistic to both of us, to the point of being autobiographical in parts, then to depicting many of our fantasies that could easily become real under the right circumstances. I admit we got to the point where we felt and became the characters, or they became us. Let’s just say we became very emotionally invested in what we wrote. No revenge this time. No extreme forced anything. You, the readers, can wonder what parts we have already explored and what parts might be in our future. It will be interesting to see if this realism is what most readers want, or the extreme of the first two stories.

From Grad School to Slave School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

From Model To Prisioner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A bondage model stops acting and starts living the life of a bound prisoner

Part 1

I wake up, very groggy, not remembering the night before. The last thing I remembered, I was at a bondage photo shoot. It was going to be my last shoot since I made enough money to finish paying for college. I was put in a strait jacket while wearing sexy black latex stockings. My ankles were tied together so I was pretty helpless. I playfully struggled as an actress dressed s a nurse pinned me down. She used a Hitachi wand on me. Yet another sat on my legs and tickled my helpless latex encased feet. It was a scene about a mental patient needing an unconventional therapy. I didn’t really buy the premise, but it certainly was fun to act out. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I love being bound and helpless since I trust the producer a lot. I feel safe when bound and forget all my worries. I love the strait jacket so much I sometimes ask to be left in it after the scene ends for an hour or 2. I was moaning pretty loudly struggling and kicking against the tickling. I love being tickled on my sexy size 6 feet, but still love to struggle and try to resist it. All in a sudden I saw the nurse grab a ball gag. The producer knows my limits and a ball gag is one of them. I always remain able to speak so I can use my safeword. I tried to push them off me and stop the scene but I was pretty helpless. I screamed my safe word which was always respected in the past. They shoved in the gag and lock it behind my head. As I screamed thought he gag, I was no longer enjoying the session and was horrified of what they would do next. The session went from play and me feeling safe to horror. Somehow the horror made the scene so much more intense. On what hand I hated them violating my limit, but on the other hand it was what I always fantasized about. I felt a rag go over my face. That’s the last thing I remembered.

Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This actually my attempt to write out a fantasy for my wife and I to enact one day. Here’s hoping . . .

I hadn’t really expected the night I had in store.

I had been getting ready for some quality time with my wife, Rozlyn. She had been going to school for a doctorate recently and had finally gotten through the grueling ordeal. I was both proud and relieved that she had made it. I had no doubts about her ability to graduate, but I knew the emotional strain and the stress were a major drain on her.

Fun in the Basement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…

Fun with an 18" Double Dong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After I graduated from college, I went to work for my grandfather’s Foundation. I had been accepted in an MBA program at an East Coast University, but decided to defer for at least one year. Rather than get an apartment, I decided to live at home with my Mom and Dad. Either way, I would have to commute to the Foundation’s downtown office.

I wanted to get a solid year’s worth of business experience, before deciding if I would go onto grad school. My Dad actually had been running the Foundation, as CEO, since my grandfather retired to Florida. I had worked for the Foundation part-time, and during summers, since I was 16. I found the business of a Foundation fascinating. You met with all types of people, who were involved in many different areas of business. I was placed in charge of new accounts for grant applications under $1 million (with the CEO looking over my shoulder to help me learn and approve my major decisions.

Gabrielle Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra…all black. It was simple. It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion looked good in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra (with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible below the line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experience as the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She put the pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeup brush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth and then stared at the image. Then at the brush.

Gabrielle's Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favorite like he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.

“I’ve got something for you. I’ll be over tonight. You know what to wear.”

Game of a Lifetime

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him.

Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part – 5’6” tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither – not even close.

Garden Shed Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sarah’s’ life had finally gone her way. She landed a great job at a major company and finally been able to move out of her parent’s home. She had just finished unpacking all of her belongings and was considering living out one of her fantasy. She had been into bondage for about three years but couldn’t really do anything too risky but now she could play and add the thrill of being seen in bondage. It was something that she had always wanted to try and now that she had the chance she was going to do what she had always wanted to do.

Gentleman's Special Facial

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was inspired by a recent spa visit. I was fantasizing on the table and worried that the woman giving me an actual facial would notice! Then I thought about Google glass and the story “came” together.

Part I - The Introduction to a New Life

Recently, my job had been very stressful. I don’t really like what I do and I don’t like where I work. I found myself becoming more moody and not wanting to be intimate with my wife. And when we were intimate, I was often the dominant and aggressive one. We are both switches, though we try to keep a balance. I know my wife likes it rough, and I know she also likes to top me and fuck me in the bottom with her strap-on. She often jokes that if I am not careful, she will make me her house slave. All of this was far from my mind as I fucked her hard from behind one night, pulled out, rolled her over, then came all over her face, something that I know she merely tolerates for my sake. She scooted back up the bed wiping the spooge from her face and said, “What the FUCK! That is the third time this month that you have come on my face and you pulled out right before I was about to orgasm! You should feel what it is like to be frustrated then have someone shoot all over your face!” I gave her a half-hearted apology, though I admitted to myself that I sometimes enjoyed pissing her off as it make me aroused. She appeared to accept it, though I learned later how wrong I had been.

Getting Kidnapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I started getting ready around noon, it starts with a getting the mind right then working from there. I knew that you would be getting off until at least five but that ok too I would simply be waiting ready to go when you arrived.

I started as I do all my projects like this with a nice long hot soak in the tub, it relaxes clears the mind and just feels really good. As I lay there soaking up the oils and I had added to the water enjoy the fragrance of the many candle and the soothing music of the light Jazz. I could not help but think about how great our little weekend getaway was going to be. It’s been months since we have done anything like this and we both know just how much we enjoy these little get ways.

Gift Wrapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey everyone! It’s time for a write up of another of my self bondage stories! :D

If this is the first story you’re reading, I’ll give you a brief bit of a description about myself. My name is Naomi, I’m a 23 year old woman from Australia! I’m a pasty gal with dark brown hair that comes down to just past my breasts, which are a size 36D. My hips are size 40 so I’m kinda curvy. I’m also taller than the average gal, coming in at just over 6 feet, so when I wear killer heels, my legs go all the way up :p

Girl on a Leash

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Girls Friday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prolog

A genuine slave ship - a wooden sailor, at that - was something that a person wouldn’t expect to see in the first half of the twenty-first century. But here was one, sails set and cruising along on the empty sea toward some unknown destination. A week ago I would never have believed the story under any circumstances. Even now, the reality hadn’t really sunk in.

There were some considerable differences between our vessel and those that plied the trade two hundred years ago, hauling half dead unfortunates across the Atlantic toward a life of bondage. For one thing, this one was spotless and the air below decks was fresh and cool. The food was good and no bodies were thrown overboard in the mornings.

Girls Friday, continued

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I started in on my hobby of writing by doing sequels to stories by other writers. That is the way my imagination often runs. Now it has happened again. This one is the first of a set of sequels to Girls Friday, by Morlock. I have asked him for permission, which he granted. He has seen advance copies before the sequels are posted.

This is a sequel, so it begins with the action already well underway. In order to better understand what is happening, you need to read Morlock’s original story first.

Globes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: One minute someone’s telling you about zorbing the next minute you’re having kinky ideas… sometimes I wonder what would happen if my friends got inside my head for a few hours! A short story with a slightly strange idea, please let me know if it intrigues - maybe Steve has other clients?

Curiously I knocked on the door, from the outside the warehouse looked nondescript, there was no sign above the entrance and no indication of what took place inside. Abruptly the door opened and a dark haired man in his thirties appeared to shake my hand firmly. He smelt of machines and metalwork.

Go Not Gently

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: You can see a version of the story with illustrations at DeviantArt.com. Just search for Trystl, and it should come up.

This is a story in the Hunting Season Universe, although (as promised) it’s not set on Renaldo’s Island, and the tone/mood is far different from Fanni’s story.

1 - Display Case

The display case.

I hate it.

I hate the long hours of forced standing. I hate the cute little outfit they force me into. I hate the people who come to gawk at me. Most of all, I hate those who think they have a right to put me in here, trapped behind a cage of glass, like some animal in a zoo. Only zoo animals are, at least, allowed to pace back and forth. I’m forced to stand in agony, unable to move.

Going Clubbing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I’m currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I’ll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the “end” so… yea. I’ll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note*: This is the 4th story I’ve written. This is a fictional story; there is no way this could actually happen. Sorry if there are any spelling/grammar errors, it takes a long time to edit and you still can’t catch every mistake. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

| |Chapter 1 - Real Life Nightmare*

“Emily, Emilyyy.” Whispered the quiet, soft voice of an unseen woman. Emily quickly looked around the dark, destroyed room to find no one else with her. She attempted to move towards a door but her foot became instantly caught. She looked down at a cruel metal cuff locked onto her ankle; the chain was buried into the cement of the floor.

Goldielocks and the Three Bears

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another of those pesky fairy tales, re-imagined

Once upon a time, there was a magic forest - probably the same one Red Riding Hood’s grandma lived in, but at the other end - and in the forest lived three Bears. One day, they decided to go for a walk to get a bit of fresh air. Daddy Bear, who was the team’s quarterback, whistled a happy tune as he strolled along with Mummy Bear, the head cheerleader for the Chicago-based NFL franchise. Baby Bear wasn’t actually a Bear at all - she was a Cub, working in the front office as a receptionist. She was getting rather more fresh air than the other two, because she was naked, apart from the collar and cuffs she wore that marked her as the Bears’ sex slave.

Good Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Looking forward to your comments!

Part 1

“I miss my little doggy, I hope he comes back home before 6 o’clock tonight.”

This is the message I received just after lunch today.

The sender was an older gentleman by the name of Randall. I use the phrase ‘older gentlemen as he is eleven years my senior. I being slim but muscular smooth bodied 21 year old college student and he is a bald and slightly rounded 32 year old IT professional, you can imagine that our relationship was not purely based on romance.

Good Help is Hard to Find

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Interview with a Mistress

Sarah pulled up in her car with some trepidation. She checked the address again; yes, this was the right number. She had been expecting somewhere nice, after all the ad had been for a maid and only someone very well off could afford a maid, but this place was a mansion with grounds surrounded by a imposing wall.

Sarah was a pretty, slim girl of 18 with blonde hair that fell half way down her back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about applying for a maid’s position. The whole idea of maids seemed a bit anachronistic. But Sarah knew she needed money if she was going to apply for college next year since she wasn’t eligible for a scholarship and this position paid surprisingly well.

Good Night Gone Bad

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Roxee was often called “Goth” or “Punk”. Mostly because kids at school are idiots. Which brought up her next issue, lack of adequate sex partners. Not that she couldn’t get fucked if she had wanted to but the boys and girls had no idea what to do with her. She had always loved being tied up, before she even realized that it could be applied to sex. And once she figured that out it was on. Or would have been had not everyone she had tried it with failed so pathetically. But that was about to change. She walked into her basement and flicked on the light. As she moved past a old mirror her mom kept down there she caught a reflection of herself and even she had to admit that it was pretty hot. Her 5’ 2’’ 105lbs. body was devoid of hair from her neck down and clad in black fishnet thigh highs with a matching garter belt and nothing else. To top off her look after she turned eighteen, which happened four months ago, Roxee had the local tattoo guy put small steel rings through each nipple and her clit hood.

Good Ship Bondage Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: With apologies to the late Aaron Spelling. This is a work of hard core fantasy. In the real world, this probably isn’t possible and would be just plain wrong. Enjoy it in that context please.

This is my second story, using the great feedback from the first. Each chapter is intended to provide content of interest :)

Chapter 1: All Aboard

From the foot of the gangway, the ship didn’t look that big. It was maybe 500 feet long, stem to stern and of an older style. A modern cruise ship is all about balconies and wide open decks. From below, this one seemed to have nothing but small portholes and was all ship. This was my first concrete sign of what awaited.

Gradual Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

I am a slave. Let me clarify, I am a 24/7 consensual slave with my husband.

I was ordered to write this by my Master, who happens to be my husband, Alex. (I am changing the names to protect the innocent…well, to keep a little anonymity that is). This ‘story’ is a history of our relationship to see the gradual change. You will see that I have gone from a completely independent woman, with a job and a career, needing no one, to a completely submissive slave that has permanent shackles on her neck and limbs in a few years. All in a progression of baby steps and wanting more and more as we BOTH grew into a BDSM relationship.

Halloween Dolly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a quickie story for Halloween - enjoy!

Barbara studied the pile of materials on the table suspiciously, arms crossed and a doubtful look on her pretty face. Tucking her blonde hair behind her left ear, she picked up one of the plastic/latex items and studied it even more closely, turning it this way and that, then finally put it down and addressed the man standing quietly on the opposite side of the table.

Halloween Party Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Nicole was a very attractive woman who loved putting men in bondage. Every Halloween Nicole would have a party for her girlfriends and a male. Brian fit all the qualifications for that male. Nicole wanted a man who treated women with no respect. He enjoyed sleeping with as many women as he could. Brian also enjoyed putting women in tight bondage. He was best looking man in the bar. One of Nicole’s girlfriends had dated Brian and had been treated very badly.

Hannah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is based on true fantasies, and the character of Nicki is definitely me. I did have a roommate who I didn’t like, and a lot of the things about self-bondage and Nicki’s history are true. Of course, I would never have the guts to do what Nicki does, but that’s why it’s fiction. ;)

Thanks so much for all the great comments so far! I appreciate them, and will try to work in some of your suggestions. Keep them coming!

Happy Birthday Damien

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I left home as I do any other morning, wrapped up in my thick black coat and scarf in a vain attempt to shield myself from the winter breeze. Hopping hastily into my car on the slippery drive I scurry off to work in the next town just a few miles away from here. I desperately blow into my hands trying to invite even the faintest warmth into my shivering fingers, cussing the weather and all the while disliking the fact I had to go to work in such abnormal temperatures. Little did I know what pleasures were in store for me by the end of the day and how blinding cold could turn into blazing heat in a matter of hours…

Happy Birthday, Slutboy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To make a long story short, I am a switch – someone who likes to be dominant and also likes to be submissive. You know, tying up a woman and doing whatever I wish to her, and her tying me up and doing whatever she wishes to do to me or force me to do, and in both cases virtually no taboos. Unfortunately Cindy, my live in girlfriend of 3 years, is pretty much a submissive and has little interest in dominating me. I have managed to talk her into trying it once or twice, but after about 5 minutes she was done.

Happy Halloween

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse.

Hard Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself.

Hard Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extraordinarily masochistic newlywed spends her honeymoon vacation suffering terrible torture and cruel humiliation under the hands of her husband. This story features extreme cuckqueaning and over-the-top BDSM. It is purely fantasy.

“Good morning, honey. It’s time to wake up.”

Holly slowly struggled awake. Her eyes fluttered open. Pitch black darkness greeted her. It took a few moments for Holly to shake off the drowsiness, and she used that short stretch of time to take stock of her situation. Her mouth was sealed shut by what felt like a muzzle gag, her ears were filled with what had to be plastic earbuds, and her head was encased within what was unmistakably a tightly stretched latex hood. The compression was extreme; the hood squeezed down on her skin like a clenched fist, pressure pushing down from all angles. A heavy metal and rubber oxygen mask covered her gagged mouth and nose. It was fixed to her face with an airtight seal, and it was being held in place with thick rubber straps that all firmly wrapped around her latex-covered head. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber.

Hard Medicine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM.

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital.

Hard Stabling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An extreme, over the top little story. It shouldn’t be taken very seriously. Heavily inspired by LOL’s Houchie Shoujo.

The barn was beautiful in the late afternoon sun. Light poured down through the small cracks in the ceiling and the back wall, illuminating the dancing dust motes that flittered through the air. There was a soft, steady breeze blowing outside, which kept the tall grass surrounding the building perpetually ruffled. It also took the edge off the summer heat. This wasn’t the case inside the barn, partially because the wind couldn’t get in and partially because it was a heat trap. The insulation kept the humidity at a swelteringly high level, and the moisture in the air was mixed in with the scent of hay and wet soil. The man had been in the barn for less than a few minutes and he was already feeling overheated. He was wearing short pants and a thin t-shirt, which helped take the edge off, but it still felt like he was in a sauna.

He Used Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I still live with this man.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Category: N/A

Codes: M-f, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, breathplay, extreme, mummification, non-fiction. packaging, slavery, spanking, suspension, teen, tickling, torture, toys, tricked, violent

We went on a few dates, and I thought he was the one for me. He was tall, 6'3", with bright, shining hazel eyes and dark black hair that typically fell over his right eye. We were both 18 at the time, and I thought I was in love.

Health Inspection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emma swore softly under her breath as the blare of the other car’s horn jerked her back to reality. She waved apologetically to the driver she’d cut off, and tried to concentrate harder on the road around her, blushing at her mistake. Not for the first time that morning she cursed the name of her boss at the Health and Safety Executive. When she’d been the most junior member of the inspection team, she’d accepted being sent on all the rotten inspection assignments as a price she had to pay to climb the ladder. But there were two other men on the team more junior than her now, and yet she was always the last to be consulted, always the one who got the inspections no-one else wanted.

Heather

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: _This is the first part of a multi part story. It might be a slow at first since this is the background.

**If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.*

Part 1 – The Background

“What’s my schedule this afternoon?” Exiting the elevator walking to her office, Heather asked her assistant Jennifer. Trying to balance two cups of coffee while retrieving her PDA, Jennifer managed to give a reply before they arrived at Heather’s office. “There’s no appointment in the afternoon Miss Heather.” Opening her office door Heather entered and set her laptop on her desk, she sat in her comfortable chair and looked at Jennifer. Quietly she said, “Don’t schedule anything. We’re leaving at 3 pm.” Jennifer nodded and set Heather’s coffee on the desk and exited, returning to her desk.

Helpless Struggles & Muffled Moans

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOGUE

A constant buzzing noise and soft, muffled moans fill the otherwise silent room.

Alfred took a sip from the coffee as he went through Vanessa’s laptop. He was looking at her pictures taken at a coctail. A busty brunette with a nice figure, “chubby just a tiny bit but otherwise with the nice make up, the cute dress and the shiny heels, a striking 28 year old” Alfred thought as he took another sip from the coffee.

Her Ancestors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The doorbell rang. “Come in!” I yelled, “It’s unlocked!” Leah was already setting her shoes by the door before I finished the sentence. Chinese people don’t like to wear shoes inside for some reason.

Leah raced across the room in her cute little yellow tennis outfit and jumped into my lap. Putting her arms around my neck she said, “David, can we play ‘Seat Belt’ tonight? My back hurts and it would really help.”

Her Birthday Celebration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I was stranded at a distant airport but it was her 29th birthday. She needed a fitting celebration.

It’s her birthday, but here I am 1400 miles away. I’m stuck in one of My least favorite airports in the world, waiting for the weather to permit the planes to take off. So I make a few phone calls in order to make arrangements before I call home.

Her whispered “Hello” greets My call.

Her Own Prisoner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emily sat there on her bed looking over all her toys and considering all her options, she wanted to surprise Lee for a change, She started with her clothing she picked out Lees favourite a school girl outfit, she slipped it on over a tight bra and picked out a simple red G string, she then tied her hair in pig tails with ribbons and took a look in the mirror, she was not too sure about her look but new it was Lees favourite on her. She then sat back down on the bed and started to prepare herself, she picked up one of her biggest vibrators, and covered it in lube then tested it turning it on, she turned it back off replaced the batteries with new ones to make sure they would last then slipped it inside her, it was a little hard at first but after the first couple of inches the rest slipped it. Emily pushed it all the way inside herself then pulled the G string over it to hold it in place. Next she wanted to fill her ass, she picked out a medium sized butt plug and smothered it in lube then slipped that inside her also, she felt full up but new it would be worth it, next she decided something for her clit, just to top it all off. She found a butterfly vibrator and adjusted it so it sat just on her clit. Once everything was in place she made sure her G string was on tight to hold it all in place.

Hermione and The Fairy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ding-a-ling!

With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft.

Hide And Seek Adult Style

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I received a phone from Anna. Her call was short and to the point, ordering me over to her house as she does regularly. I had been making frequent visits to Anna’s since I was caught ’enjoying’ her clothes. And yes, I have to admit that I do enjoy the visits. So I was stood on her doorstep, shaking with nervous anticipation at the thought of what Anna had planned for me. I rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened and Anna was stood in the entrance hall. I was somewhat slightly disappointed as Anna was dressed rather conservatively in a white cotton blouse, black knee length skirt and tights.

High Heels & Nipples: The Exam

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jade’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it would jump out of her chest. She couldn’t believe she was about to get out of her car and walk into a building to her doctor’s office dressed the way she was. In broad daylight with a bunch of construction workers leering at her no less. She really did not have a choice, unless she wanted images of her in tight bondage splashed across the internet.

High School Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Walking home from a party late at night is never a safe thing, but I knew that heading through my old school would be a decent shortcut, saving me some precious time to get out of the streets. Nothing at the school had really changed since last year when I graduated except for the old middle school classrooms situated at the far end of the block. They had been cleared out for better classrooms closer to the school but the buildings were still there. They were separated from the rest of the school via the football field thus why nobody had bothered to tear them down yet.

His Birthday Suprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

“Come here – Now!”

Normally, any words from his sexy wife sent delicious thrills to his soul. However, when she used her husky and demanding voice, he usually went weak in the knees. This time was no different. He quickly shuffled over and sat next to her on the couch. She stared into his eyes as he shifted uneasily. Her eyes were like fire – melting all they looked upon. She loved to tease and torment him, and their bondage gear had steadily grown over the years as they both found their love of kink only increased over the years. She had a perfect body for her 5’7” height and she loved to drive him wild with it. His height matched hers and his muscle tone kept him larger than her. She loved every opportunity to dominate her stronger and larger husband, and he realized that today would be no different. Today was his birthday, and as he stared into her fiery eyes, he gulped – knowing that her gift would be intense indeed.

Holding up the Building

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jenny was having the time of her life on her Egyptian vacation. She had spent much of her day enjoying the mummy wing of a local museum, and when she left for dinner, she noticed they seemed to be building an expansion onto the museum. She stopped and asked what

was going to be in the new wing. The worker, who didn’t seem to speak English, led her to a tent near the site. Inside an Egyptian man with glasses was examining some plans for the building.

Holiday Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Our traditional at home holiday plans had changed, and we were obligated to travel to my in laws. My Husband and I were quite disappointed since our past Christmases were very enjoyable( see past stories). We decided we would exchange our gifts and have our own celebration when we returned.

Two days after Christmas on our plane ride home I asked my Husband is there anything special you would like for Christmas?

Holly's Obstacle Course

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Having practiced self-bondage for years now, Holly had noticed that it has become a routine for her. She would come home from work and make herself something to eat, catch up with the news and if she had nothing planned, tie herself up. Granted she would think of different variations to make it more exciting, but after a while, it felt like she tried them all. After realizing all of this, she decided that she would do something to change it.

Home Alone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi my name Kim, I’m 21 size double d also I’m 5ft9 I have long brown hair tied in a ponytail. My love for selfbondage started about…3 years ago when I was home alone one day. My mom had left for a sudden business trip, and my sister was with a friend all weekend. So I was in my mom’s room for no reason when I found a box in her closet, and to my surprise it was packed full of bondage stuff.

Home Furnishings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a complete erotic story - it went longer than I planned. Let me know what you think!

SEAN: For many years my wife resisted my attempts to introduce BDSM play into our lovemaking. Deanna was simply not into it. Things changed when I injured my leg and had to begin rehab. Part of the routine included using a TENS electo-stimulation device to relieve the pain in my leg after completing a rehabilitation routine. She said she had never heard of such a device and I replied that I had only heard of them in terms of S&M play. That piqued her interest.

Home Sweet Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

One of the fun little games I like to play with my boyfriend is what we call “Hostage Escape”. The rules are very simple. If I free myself in the time (meaning my hands and legs are free) I then can capture him, and make him my slave. He has a tendency to lock a gag on, or chastity belt and keep the key with him forcing me to drive out in public to capture him and get the key. Just in case however, I keep a note explaining my situation with me to show a police officer if I get pulled over. I have never escaped though, so I was not worried about it.

Honeymoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by this picture: Beauty Rest

It was getting late as I led her into the bedroom. I’d just given her a bath and she was wearing nothing but a towel around her hair, a pair of bunny slippers, and the thigh-length Japanese bathrobe I bought her for her birthday.

Well, that and her restraints.

Her ankles were linked together by a short chain connected to metal manacles, hobbling her steps to only a few inches at a time. Around her neck was a wide metal collar. Her wrists were locked together in front by a pair of rigid cuffs to which I had attached her leash. All her restraints were made of chromed stainless steel that shined brightly even in the low light of the bedroom. I had them made special so she could be restrained even during her bath time.

Hopeless Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

my name is emma and im into bondage. i live with my best friend who has no idea of my wants or fantasys so i have problems when i want to do a little self bondage. luck had it that my roommate was leaving for the weekend to see her family so the time had come for me to get moving.

the Thursday before she was leaving i stopped at my local sex shop to procure some necessaries. i picked of a really nice ball gag with a full head harness, rope, tape, two pears of cuffs and a chasity belt that would fill both holes. i was never as exited i rushed home went straight into my bedroom and tryed on everything. the ball gag was nice and tight and locked at the back with a little padlock,the chasity belt was the same. i put them all into a box exept the chasity belt i left that on and put it under my bed for the time.

House Arrest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My ‘sentence’ begins as soon as I enter the house. It has been a long, hard week and normally I would pour myself a long drink and relax, but tonight is different – I have sentenced myself to two days in prison and it all starts right here. I have spent weeks preparing for and anticipating this evening and I am determined everything will be perfect.

As soon as I have locked the front door, I strip off my work suit – high heels, pencil skirt, chiffon blouse, sheer stockings, expensive underwear – and stand in the hall, naked. I pick up my favourite ball gag off the table and push it into my mouth, strapping it tightly in place. I love the ball gag, it is my favourite piece of bondage gear, it simultaneously puts me into a ‘stress position’ so I am always uncomfortable and always aware I am in bondage, plus it removes the capacity for free speech, making me feel more helpless. As soon as the clip locks in place I am committed – the key to the lock is safely hidden away, along with several others.

House of the Rising Sun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Being wrapped in a straightjacket, my mouth full with a huge rubber cock held in place by a gag with straps running all over my head, and being stuck in a closet with a one-way mirror isn’t what most people would consider a comfortable afternoon activity. My girlfriend wanted to test me out in some mild bondage before we got too serious and I guess this is her way of introducing me to it. Mistress Sun runs a house of domination on the outskirts of the town I live in, and she suggested that I watch a session of hers before I agreed to become her slave.

Housecalls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This multipart story is about Lauren and Dean, who meet in college and marry after graduation. They move to a quaint N.C. town, where Dean opens a rare book store. They make friends and join an exclusive Swingers Club. Meanwhile, Lauren and her girlfriends get involved in lesbian bondage sex and ass fucking. She eventually gets Dean to take part. Soon, many of the Club members are holding private bondage sex parties. Dean begins making daytime bondage sex Housecalls at some of the wife’s homes, while their husbands are at work. The Swingers Club adopts bondage sex games for its regular meetings. Finally, the adventurous women are kidnapped by a group of men and taken to a secluded woods for an all day session of fucking and sucking and more!

Housekeeper From Hell

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I glanced to the left of my computer screen checking the monitor for the dungeon camera. The hi-tech equipment picked up the slow, if somewhat strained, rise and fall of her chest against the tight leather of the straight jacket. Her legs were encased in a double leg boot; a skintight kid leather helmet covered her head and the extremely large gag that had taken a fair amount of work to install. A butt plug and dildo were held firmly inside her by a crotch strap attached to the jacket. Wide, heavy leather straps held her down starting at the forehead then every 12” or so down to the last one that crossed the toe of the boot forcing her feet into an even more incredible arch.

Housepet Audition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Crystall called to me from the basement so I went to see what she wanted. I opened the door to her “playroom” - as she called it and I saw her sitting on her big chair at the far side of the room. The chair was more like a throne as it was set on a raised platform. She beckoned for me to kneel at her feet and I closed the heavy door and rushed to obey.

How Did I End Up Like This?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Part complete fiction, partly fiction based on truth. Please enjoy

“How did I end up like this?” I wondered. But of course I knew the answer. I would have asked the question aloud, but the very large gag in my mouth made speech impossible. My master had forced my mouth open, and then pushed in a ring gag so that the ring fitted behind my teeth forcing my mouth into a wide “O”. A wide strap was attached to each side of the ring, and my master had buckled it tightly behind my head. The ring gag itself would have permitted me to speak somewhat, even scream in a limited way, but Master quickly pushed a deflated rubber ball through the ring. A couple of pumps and the ball was fully inflated in my mouth. That silenced me. The taste of the ball and the complete control of my speech delighted me. My master had larger, heavier gags, of course, as well as hoods to encase my entire head and throat. But this gag was perfect-like everything my master did. I was silenced, but could breathe easily through my nose, and I could still make tiny noises in my throat and nose when the occasion required-a whipping or other pain infliction for example or to stifle my cries of pleasure during our long sex sessions.

How Life Can Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will continue with the events of the first six months in the relationship between Rebecca, Kathy, Tom, and John.

Part 1: Introduction

John was driving our family van into the basement garage below our single-family home. John and his wife Rebecca stepped-out of the van. Both John and Rebecca were wearing ’normal’ cloths, so that no one would expect the fantasies and stories of dominance and submissions, which they experienced during the weekend. Rebecca suited her black skirt and her red top very well and her dark nylons and highheels still gave her the dominant attitudes to be in control of her husband. Rebecca ordered John to close the garage door so that all snoopy neighbors are left outside. Once the garage door was closed, John opened the back door of the van. With the doors completely open, Rebecca enjoyed the look of her two other slaves, Kathy (my wife) and me (Tom). Kathy and me were both naked, except for the chastity belts Rebecca forced us into. Kathy was wearing one of the steel chastity belts offered by my-steel.de. The belt covered Kathy’s clit making it impossible for her to have any orgasm without Rebecca’s permission. My cock was kept in one of these steel chastity tubes.

How To Be A Human Toilet Cleaner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an extreme, filthy story written in the real world where, I hope, nothing even close to the scenario could happen to a person. It involves a life changing scenario with an unwitting participant - Sara - Who is studied to see how much control she could be subject to over a long period if time, while preforming a disgusting and repetitive task.

It’s my first story on this site but I’ve been published elsewhere… with less over the top themes. This story was inspired by ’toilet trained’ by an author called archaic ragnarok and I honestly thought it would never see the light of day until I recently had an surge of motivation to finish it after over 4 years in the making.

Hunt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Hunting Season

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1 - Body in the Alcove

“Holy shit! Is it real?”

“Looks pretty damned real.”

Fanni had to agree.

She was looking into a large glass box, sitting on a pedestal. It looked like the typical, free-standing museum case but she had the feeling its purpose had more in common with a trophy case, for inside it was what appeared to be the life-like body of a dead woman. She was floating in some kind of clear liquid, presumably a preservative of some kind; and there was something about the body that didn’t look quite real. Perhaps it was just the body’s unnatural stillness, for Fanni had seen stuffed animals that gave her the same sort of feeling. Or perhaps it was looking at flesh and hair through the glass and liquid. If it was an actual dead woman, the body had been perfectly preserved. When she looked closely Fanny couldn’t see any wrinkles on the woman’s face, but she could see tiny hairs on her body. Her pubic mound had been shaven, and her arms and legs had been cut off. Stooping low to look at the end of the stump, Fanny could see the striations of bone, muscle and skin. Again, it didn’t quite look real, but if this was some kind of bizarre statue, the artist had done a remarkable job and paid incredible attention to detail.

I Guess I'll Just Wait in Here...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife and I, since we met, have very much enjoyed bondage. We tend to switch a lot on who is tied up, and this afternoon it was my turn. I had a long day of work and was looking forward to some secure time to relax.

We had planned this earlier, so when I got home, my wife had everything waiting in neat piles. I was going to be tied to the office chair this evening, so she could roll me into the kitchen while she made dinner, or into the corner if I was bad😉

Ian's Discovery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman., which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. . She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain.

If Found

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a failed marriage.

All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her.

Images of a Newbie Pain Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first try at writing a bondage story … I hope the reader approves.

Chapter I

Lori was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but quite pretty. She had a very athletic figure, thanks to her near-daily aerobic sessions. At 5'7", with a 36C-26-37 figure, she cut a very tempting feast. Her breasts were really half way between a C and D cup; not humongous, but very round and firm, with perky nipples that pointed straight out - or even slightly upwards. Her best features were her narrow waist and absolutely perfect rear end; round, fairly full, and nicely firm.

Implementing Imp's Impossible Impalement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I fought against the robot’s grip as they carried me to my fate. This wasn’t the first time I’d been captured, when you’re barely one hundred-twenty five pounds soaking wet, it happens. Problem is that my mistress… I mean my partner, I’m her sidekick, my partner always saves me. This time though, she’s already been taken down, so there’s no one to rescue me.

We’d gone after Tech, a cybernetically enhanced villainess who commands nanites and other machines. She was always trouble, but we’ve always taken her down. Now I have to wonder if it had all been practice, that she’d been planning for today, learning from every defeat. This time she’d separated us, she’d done that before, using me as a pawn to manipulate Thumper. This time she’d targeted Thumper first, making sure to take her out, I guess I’m just a bonus capture since once Thumper was down I never stood a chance.

In Deep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - In Deep

She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash.

Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of.

In the Ring

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve seen a couple of clips with various wrestling and takedown scenarios… I suppose this is what I’d present if I ran one of their websites!

I stretched my arms, I knew I’d have to be well warmed up for tonight’s show. Although the matches were strictly refereed and neither girl was aiming to hurt another they were often extremely physical. Injuries were rare but pulled muscles and sprains were far more common in the girls who did half arsed warmups. An injury this profession was a major setback, after all glamour shoots were not half as erotic if the girl in question had a bruised ankle or wrist and straight porn shoots could often be downright painful!

In the Vice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving).

Industrial Espionage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

For the last bondage scenario in this story, I am indebted to the wonderful website www.houseofgord.com and a picture I once saw there. I usually come up with my own ideas, but this one is so damn cool I had to pay it tribute!

I awoke in darkness. Last time I’d been conscious, I’d been in a light, bright, sterile environment. Now, my eyes opened to nothing but blackness and a soft, musty smell arose from what felt like old floorboards beneath me. Disconcerted, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensations from the rest of my body. I was chilled from inertia – from lying on the floor in a strange place for god knows how long, and naked to boot. I could feel the air circulating over my skin, and the vaguely warm, rough surface of the wooden floor beneath me.

Interrogated by Dr. Schmidt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man is interrogated in a most interesting way by Dr. Schmidt and his assistant…..

The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.

Into the Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A lover of games tries a new technology and gets more than she bargained for.

Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out.

Invaded

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

A Sequel to ‘A New Haunt’ and ‘Coffin Duty’.

There was horror in the evening air. It was in the dried leafs darting around Brandy’s ankles and in the chill that crept through her jacket as she stood by her car. There were few lights on in the old two-story farmhouse. Most of the house was already finished for this year’s fund-raiser. The barn was finished as well. Brandy could see the pulsating green light that glowed eerily through the windows and doorways there. Even knowing what Brandy knew about what was lurking in both places, the effect was still very creepy.

Inversion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t know why I went to the club early. Maybe I figured if I went early I could leave early and get my Saturday night ritual over with then go back home. Every time I go looking for someone all I get is a headache from the loud music, strobe lights, and cigarette smoke. Even when I do score I don’t really get anything out of it. Cruising had lost its appeal a long time ago, but what else was I going to do except wander through the smoke, light, and blur of faces.

Iron (and Latex) Woman

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sort of fanfic/alternate outcome of the Mandarin attack from Iron Man 3. It started out as just the suit, but I decided that Tony would give Pepper a little more than just a suit. This is only based loosely off the events of Iron Man 3. All characters belong to Marvel.

Part 1

Pepper was furious! It was the day of her birthday, and Tony had forgotten (again). All he had done for the past week was work on his latest Iron Man suit. He tried to hide it from her, but she knew. Every time she came home, he was down in his lab, tinkering. What worried her most was what Tony had been adding to them, however. Large quantities of padding had arrived, and Tony seemed to be integrating it into his suits. What was he planning now?!? To sleep in them?!? Little did she know, that Tony was planning a big surprise for her.

It Seemed Like the Easy Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

We have been married for almost twenty years and she still never fails to amaze me. Out of the blue one day last year, my love made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She wanted bariatric surgery and a boob job offering anything I asked in return. A little questioning revealed that she had given this a lot of thought and was offering to give herself to me completely if I would help her obtain her dream body. Letting the subject drop that night, my mind running a thousand miles a minute as her journey began to take form. She tried to bring the subject up several times over the next month, but I always told her not to worry about a thing. She practically melted in my arms every time I said “Daddy is going to take care of you!” Within six weeks, I had made all of the arrangements to fulfill her dream with a trip to the clinic. I had also worked up a devious plan to ensure that we both get the most out of this new life. We had been into S&M for years to different degrees and during this unbearable waiting period I slowly began transforming our relationship.

It Takes More Than Courage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story like all my others is a work of fiction but like many stories it has its foundation in actual true events. It is my job as the writer to embellish the truth to extract the maximum amount of entertainment from it. It is your job as the reader to find the line between truth and fantasy! Enjoy the challenge and let me know if you liked my work.

It Was So Easy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well.

I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the bus stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. She wore one of those long quilted coats of some shiny material that almost reached her ankles and a woolen toque. The boots had platform soles and high heels but were quite sensible for the season. The coat had a hood and I wondered why she didn’t pull it up against the frigid wind. She carried one of those small shoulder knap sack like purses.

It's a Kind of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: During the early Harry Potter hype, I often wondered what wizards would do when they grow up, i.e. adult wizardry, kinky wizards and bondage and the like. Here’s a sketch I wrote in 2005.

1. The Letter

I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end.

It's All About the Design

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce myself. I am Jack Campbell. I am a metalworker, leather worker, tinkerer and all around erotic\kink designer. Some would say I am evil…others committed…I would say, I have a singular drive to perfect designs, regardless of the cost of that perfection. That is how I got where I am.

I have a business where I design anything and everything for erotic kink wear. Mostly bondage gear, and the accessories to them. Frankly, most, are erotically evil, I love my designs and will do anything to see them made. Now, my business has grown over the years thanks to the internet, and….rich parents who died long ago, never knowing what I did with my life. The key to my business, is I don’t ask to test out my designs on woman. See, I only design for woman as frankly, I think they have a much more beautiful body, hey I am a man. When I say I don’t ask to test out my designs, it is in the form of two things, my kidnapped slaves, and women I know, who inadvertently use my products and I gather feedback from them (that is the harder one to perform, as I need to do it safely so I don’t get my ass in trouble).

It's Gonna Be A Long Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was the end of a long day of a long week. All he wanted was a quick stop to get some takeout for their “date-night”, and then to go home and relax. They’d be alone for the night so sleeping in was definitely in their agenda before a long weekend ahead. As he pulled into the takeout drive-thru, he hoped that there’d be a little time for some romance too.

Jack & Jill

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story post on this site. I welcome any and all comments, let me know what you think. Thanks.

Jill was nervous as she drove to the abandoned warehouse to start her adventure. She had been reading self bondage stories for a long time and had finally decided to try it for herself. The for sale sign out front gave her the risk of possible discovery and the busy street near by gave enough noise to bump her thrill factor. She walked a third of the way across the open floor to an I beam that rose to support the roof. She had a gallon jug of ice with a key frozen inside it on a piece of string and an overnight bag.

Jane In The Chair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Several people let me know they wanted a sequel to Paula in Chains. It is called “Jane in the Chair”

As a side note, bondage is dangerous so never leave someone alone bound and gagged. However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

Jane's Evening to Remember

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jane bustled around her house getting ready to go out. Her Master was taking her to La Dolce Vita, a very expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant in a nearby town and she wanted to look her best.

She had spent the best part of a week’s wages on a new hairdo and complete facial and, leaving nothing to chance, her pussy lips were newly shaved. She knew that her Master would approve of that.

Jane's Journey to Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write anything like this. This is not based on any events, more on my own thoughts and a fantasy of mines. Please leave comments at the end (both praise and criticism welcome!) it can be improved I just need some guidance as to where. And if enough interest is shown I may continue the story. It can be

Ron sat in his study early on the Friday morning. He had just woke up from the night before and had no work to go to until the Monday. He took it off as his partner, Jane also had the weekend free and they had agreed that they would take the weekend to spend time with each other. They both knew that time with each other meant lots and lots of dirty, kinky sex and their first venture into a Dom/Sub lifestyle.

Janes Magnetism

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Recently written story, comments appreciated!

Jane held up the harness in front of her. She had finally finished sewing the material for her bondage outfit together. It only took her two months with the other projects she had to accomplish but the spare time she was able to put into her new bondage harness, stockings, and gloves was well worth it. She held the harness up against her body and shivered in anticipation in wearing it. It would have to wait until later that night while her boyfriend was at work.

Janice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an ongoing series.

Chapter 1

Almost 200 years had passed since Abraham Lincoln issued his Emancipation Proclamation in 1863, freeing the slaves. But today slavery was alive and well in the United States. If you had the money you could buy any kind of slave you wanted and that person belonged to you and you could do whatever you wanted with them. It said so right there in the sales contract.

Jasmine Becomes A Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Jasmine loses a bet and becomes a slave to another Domme and learns how to become a slave for life

Chapter 1 - The Bet

Racheal was going to the B&D party at Shelia’s that Monday night and was picking out her outfit. She selected the black leather cat suit that hugged her body and while it covered her, it allowed everyone to know she had a hot body. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme’s at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say “I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose”. Racheal took note that the mouthy Domme was African American and very lovely, but also arrogant. She was dressed in a white vinyl dress that showed off her larges breasts, and 6" heels. Racheal noticed her close friend Lana standing at the bar and joined her and ordered a white wine. The black Domme walked over and said “Hi, I am Jasmine” Racheal responded “I am Racheal”. “Nice to meet you” Jasmine said, “you are very lovely, have you ever been submissive as I would love to own you”. The Dommes at the bar turned around to see what was going on. Racheal, with a forceful voice said “Jasmine, I don’t serve anyone I own slaves”. Jasmine laughed and said “I’ll bet you on the football game tonight, winner gets the loser for a week, and I just can’t wait to have you as my slave. I will even give you the choice between the Lions and Packer and use the point spread from today’s paper if you have the guts to play”. Racheal said, “Let’s make it a month of slavery the loser serves, and I will take the Packers”. Racheal was grinning inside as she had heard on her radio, just before arriving the four offensive starters for the Lions had been suspended, and knew the morning line in the paper would not reflect it. Jasmine opening the paper said “WOW, the line is Lions getting 10. I will take that bet, sucker and look forward having you in chains” Shelia appeared behind the bar and said, “Girls lets do this right and get a signed contract between the two of you” as she winked at Racheal. Jasmine hesitated until Racheal said “afraid of losing the bet you wanted slave girl”. This pissed off Jasmine who grabbed the contract signed it without looking and said “you are mine now slut” Racheal signed the contract and Shelia took it and signed as the witness.

Jason's Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: One of the first stories I wrote specifically to post on-line.

His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through a heavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. They laid their helpless charge on the cold cement floor and moved quickly to a large, wood cabinet standing up against one of the walls. Opening the cabinet’s double doors, the women reached in and pulled out armfuls of items that the boy could not focus on well enough to identify. As they approached him once again, he tried to push himself off the floor, but failed and fell back, face first, with a thud. The women looked down at the naked young man and chuckled.

Jelly Bean Justice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It wasn’t a swagger, or even a strut, it was an attitude, she knew she looked good and she did. Even at just 5’ 6”, plus a bit more with the heels on the boots, she had an arrogance about her that managed to give the impression she was looking down her nose at everyone. In a sense she probably was.

I suppose that kind of confidence was needed when you made your living defrauding people, but the clothes certainly helped complete the picture. The black leather coat didn’t need a belt because several buttons down the front pulled it snugly around her body from the closed neck, over a very impressive bust line, and nipping in tight at the waist before it flared slightly over her hips and dropped to the top of the matching black leather knee boots.

Jennifer's Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is one that I worte about eight years ago, and hasn’t seen the light of day for many years. I thought it was about time it got an airing, so hope you enjoy it.

Jennifer was not looking forward to the bus journey home that Friday evening. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and the long journey home was not a pleasant one at the best of times. It was, therefore, a pleasant surprise to leave the office and find her husband’s car waiting outside the door. Jennifer slid into the passenger seat, given Malcolm a peck on the check as she did. “To what do I owe this honour?” she enquired sarcastically, as he guided the car out into the heavy traffic. She noticed that he had not turned in the direction of home.

Jennifer's Journey: The Reality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: Jennifer’s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/15320.

It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed._

Jess in the Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was starting out to be a bad day.

My girlfriend/slave Jess was sitting on a chair next to me with that defiant glare of hers. I was looking at a credit card bill for $500. Now it wasn’t the money I cared about but it was the audacity. Jess was supposed to be a “slave” but she spent all her time topping from the bottom and making my life miserable.

Jesse In Jeopardy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi Folks, previously posted on another site under my alternate Wingco name. Starts slowly but builds to a…. Regards, Shelley xxx

Part 1

It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all.

Jessica Visits the 13th Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Hi folks, glad people enjoyed my previous story, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the original for some context!

Braving the Elevator

As she stood in the elevator, Jessica wondered if she wasn’t still a little bit drunk from last night. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t even be considering this normally. Yes, she must still be be drunk. She did have an awful lot of wine. Thankfully the painkillers were making short work of the hangover, and the unpleasant memory of the throbbing head the booze had left her with. At least she didn’t have to feel guilty about the drinking; after all everyone’s allowed a night of self-pity when they’ve just broken off a three year engagement, right?

Jessica's Ruined Orgasms

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly.

Bob, Jessica’s boyfriend, has a demonic mind. When he discovered Jessica’s love of bondage and orgasm control, Bob came up with an evil, evil plan, and he backed it up with an appropriate Chasti-Permalock device. You see, unlike traditional C-P devices, Jessica is still able to orgasm. Some days, she can orgasm all she wants, but not always. There is a timer that even Bob is unable to disable. Beginning with the first day Jessica had the device installed, she was allowed one orgasm. On the second day, she could have two. The third day was 3, the ninth day was 9, and the 14th day was 14.

Jessicka's New Role

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An alcoholic and pot-headed Earth-based plague-demoness gets in over her head with a Dominatrix-Anthropomorphic mouse who is surprisingly more equipped with bondage gear and a domineering attitude than the demoness expected. Guess who wins?

Chapter 1

A loud buzzing had been going on for nearly ten minutes now, a nude and lightly-tanned, human-looking demoness lay strewn carelessly across a bed made of oily black latex. The sunlight shown brightly inside her room - Reflecting delightfully off of her shiny humanish latex-flesh, and her hoop piercings through each nipple and her clit. Even in the year of 2048, alarm clocks still sucked, and were still as annoying as ever. Sitting up, the demoness slammed her fist down on the alarm - Breaking it, but it hardly seemed to be her main worry as she rubbed her head, there was a distinct jingle coming from her horns! The headache from a long night of drinking hit her like a ton of bricks, and the jingling was thoroughly irritating, so she got up and staggered to her mirror with a couple of loud groans - Though something odd hit her in the back of each calf, and she felt herself shrink a bit. Peering down, she could see her hooves had been transformed into normal humanoid feet. “What…the fuck…” She groans once more. It had been done several times before to her, it’s always been temporary, and she knew of only one person capable of doing it.

Jessicka's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While I don’t really consider this story a part of a strictly-chronological series, the characters within do have a ‘history’ with one another - See ‘Creating a Rubber Pony’ and ‘Jessicka’s New Role’ in my story archive.

This new ’exercise’ room - As Maus called it - Was where Jessi seemed to exist a lot of the time now. Her feet had been in pony boots for what felt like weeks, she was really starting to miss her hooves! She hated the treadmill that she was forced to jog on for hours as well, but what balanced the pain were the strange objects Maus had been exploring with Jessi; several metal ben-wa balls were clinking together and stirring around in her pussy, while a fat metal dildo filled with tiny free-roaming weights was crammed up her aching rear - This created strange vibrations inside her, and together, they were very effective. This was all held in by Jessi’s new outfit - If one could call it that. It was more of a harness, in fact, Jessi was pretty sure that’s exactly what it was and Maus was simply being cute. When Jessi was ’training’ in the exercise room, Maus would apply something to the seat of the harness that would bring the two thigh-hugging straps together to form something of a viciously tight thong, but one capable of holding objects in both of Jessi’s holes - As well as constantly tugging on her clit ring. When Jessi was out and about, the harness straps were returned to their normal state, but that’s when Jessi got the ownership tag dangling from her clit piercing, and the fiendish tail-plug up her ass.

Jezabelle in a Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The room is cold, dark, and empty. Dark, except for an area lit by a single floodlight, and empty, except for a single piece of furniture. But not the type of furniture that you or I have in our houses.

Caught in the glare of the bright light is what at first sight looks like a small crucifix, with two padded boards forming a crude seat. It is difficult to see the piece of furniture clearly for it is occupied.

Jill's Adventure Into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: jill finds what she desires.

_Update (04/17/11):* I have been busy and worked hard to improve my writing, but I am still very inexperienced so bare with me.

Update (05/14/11): There are some slow sections, so bare with me as I am still a beginner at writing. More of Jill’s adventures will be in future stories.*

Update (10/09/11): Building slowly to a major event in next part

Part 1

Jill's Shopping Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman browses in the wrong shop

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away.

“You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.”

Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-fourties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered?

Jills Torment and My Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The stories is fictional although parts are true. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. It is the next in a series of the tale of Jack. He just can’t seem to say out of trouble.

Chapter One - The Packages

It was first part of November and the fall seasons had ended in the Midwest. My wife Paula and I (Jack) started the process of winterizing the home and putting the outdoor furniture away one Saturday afternoon when our neighbor Jill stopped by. She was checking with Paula about our plans for the following day, wanting to get together to catch up after their travel over the last several days. Jill and her husband John had recently been traveling together out to California. He had been tasked with a taking a box trailer out to a San Francisco warehouse, he’s a trucker by trade. Jill had taken time off from her catering company business to tag along for a few days. The trip for her was in two fold, part spend time with John to see the sights of the city by the bay and to shop at two BDSM specialties stores that catered to her special interest. The fact they’d be traveling back with a partially empty trailer on the return trip had additional appeal. John had picked up the boxes she had purchased from the store locations, but like Paula and I had no idea what exactly was inside them. Jill and John like us had been involved with BDSM scene for quite some time with her as dominant Mistress and him as slave most of the time.

Jim and Jan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: 2nd attempt at a story. Didn’t really like where this one was going so it rounds up quick. Apologies to those who were enjoying its direction. Hopefully I have done better job with the grammar and spelling this time.

Jim had just got engaged to Jan. Jim would describe himself as nothing special. And this would be a compliment. He was a small skinny guy and not too smart. Jan was a beautiful young lady in figure with a slim and fit body countered by nice large breasts. Her face and voice though was what turned most men away from her. She always looked as if she had just bitten into a lemon and when she talked it was close to a screech.

Jim's Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Being ‘discovered’ looking at internet porn is a popular theme for a story……..so here’s my attempt.

The sound of the door bell broke into Jim’s thoughts. “Who’s that” he thought to himself “the postman’s already been”. He managed to drag his eyes away from the women on his laptop’s screen just in time to see Pam standing outside the floor to ceiling lounge windows, looking back in at him. With a guilty start Jim pulled his hand out from the waistband of his trousers and gave Pam a wave of acknowledgement. Pam waved back in turn and pointed with a questioning look towards where the front door was. “Well that’s who it was then” Jim again thought to himself as he simultaneously stood up and minimised the porn site’s screen before heading into the hall to open the front door for Pam, “that’s a pain”. It wasn’t that Pam was a particularly unattractive visitor, in fact quiet the opposite….and particularly dressed, as Jim had already made out through the window, in her dark blue nurses uniform. Jim had always had a ’thing’ for women in uniforms and Pam looked rather nice, standing out there. It was just that, well…., it was just that Jim had been rather enjoying himself as he worked through his favourite websites and he had been planing to pop into the bathroom for a quick wank to relieve all the tension that had been building up. But now that was out of the question, “well, for the moment anyway” he thought.

Jo's Lunch Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I suppose the standard way to start these things it to give you the mini biography, so let’s get that out of the way. My name is Johanna Sinclair. I’m 24, dark haired (black to brown, depending how much sun I’ve gotten recently) and blue eyed. I’m short, just topping 5 ft, and not even by a full inch, and my weight is my own business. I am however, fairly slim, still curvy, but nothing like a super model (I’m too pale to be one too, not to mention too short).

Joe's Date

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Joseph Fisher was an up and coming attorney in a prominent downtown law firm. His sharp mind and close attention to detail were assets that the partners admired. One day he would undoubtedly manage his own private practice, which was indeed his goal.

The late twenties single man also made the rounds in town, frequenting the most popular night spots. His smooth style and good looks made him very inviting to the opposite gender.

Julia's flame

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was very out of place for me to be going on a blind date. First of all I was rather shy, and secondly I got asked out a lot anyway. I suppose something about being blond and blue eyed, skinny, but with large breasts and a tiny waist, was something that caught the attention of the boys more than I would have sometimes liked.

Of course it hadn’t helped with my ex boyfriend. He had left me a few weeks ago for another girl. I found out after, he’d betrayed me during the relationship a few times in addition. Angrily I sat at a table in the restaurant waiting for my blind date. My best friend had set this up, but I was having doubts again.

Julie's Mummification

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Julie, Diana and Wanda shared a house. Diana and Wanda had finished their graduate degrees. Julie was just about to finish her MA in literature. She was looking forward to having the summer off to rest and relax before starting her job at a large publishing company in the same town. Wanda and Diana were fitness nuts. They both worked as clothes designers having majored in home economics. Diana and Wanda were knock out beauties. They were hit on all the time by men wanting their attention. However their interests were not men, but each other and Julie. When it came to looks, Julie was no slouch she was beautiful. Just not quite in the class with Wanda and Diana. The three women also loved bondage, discipline and domination. Often they would play game of poker and the loser would be the bondage slave and victim of the other two for the evening and night. Julie had a fascination with being wrapped in bondage as a complete mummy. Wanda and Diana were not interested. The bondage paddling an a little nipple torture was good enough for them, either giving or receiving. Occasionally Suzanne would join them for their games. Suzanne had a master’s degree in Nursing and was lab supervisor at the hospital. When she joined the games the two losers became the slaves of the other two.

Jumana - Silver Pearl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - A Chance Meeting

After some frustrating years of marriage, I was pleased to be free of any ties. Free to do as I pleased, I had time on my side. Having married young, I still kept myself fit and trim, which made sure I attracted the glances of many potential suitors. None of which were right for me, including my husband. But when you are young, you don’t realise these things at the time. Luckily for me I did now. Still in my Twenties, I was ripe for the picking, and now single, I was going to do many of the things I could not do before.

Jumping Jack

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve made a few somewhat major adjustments to the story. Readers of the previous version mentioned that during the last few chapters it started to become a little difficult to tell who was who, with all the different characters inhabiting different bodies… so I tried to edit with that in mind. I also extended the “bondage scene” where I accidentally forgot to finish the scene before loading it last time. That will provide the breath play that a commenter noted wasn’t in the story last time. It’s in there now. I also made some revisions to the characters personalities and background. Hope old readers (if there are any) will enjoy the changes. And new readers won’t have to deal with the errors.

June's Self Bondage Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in an ongoing series involving Mary & June and their extreme games.

EDIT (05/27): I would appreciate any suggextions that Mary, June, or Darcy might find themselves in. You will receive credit for your suggestion in my author notes.

Part I

June woke to find the release mechanism for the zipper on her skin tight custom made sleepsack moving away from her, taking her freedom with it. Her falling asleep was the reason it failed. She always desired to feel trapped inescapably. This time it was for real!

Just a Little Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Nearly all of us have this one dark fantasy we lust about from time to time. However, we do not really know if we ever want to experience it. This is my dark fantasy. Enjoy!

And please remind that my mother-tongue in German. Thank you!

My birthday was approaching and my girlfriend lover, who is also my Mistress, ordered me to take a one weeks holiday. She gave no further explanations on this, but as a well-behaving slave-girl I did not ask questions. But by the connection with my birthday I mused that I would be in for a very big surprise.

Just Another Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Warning: A small part of the below story involves a child unwittingly playing with a remote control that is connected to an unseen adult woman. At NO point does the child see anything inappropriate nor is he seen in any inappropriate way. At NO point is the child touched in anyway even remotely inappropriate nor does the child have any opportunity to touch anyone else in an inappropriate way. That said if you don’t want to read a story that includes a child in ANY way, regardless of how innocently, you should avoid this story.

Just Another Fantasy Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part in a story of mistaken identities that (at first) will be a little light on the bondage; while it has a distinctly bondage theme, there will be very few actual bondage scenes for the first dozen or so pages. Each part of the story will be told from a different person’s POV and reveal a little more of the plot, while also retelling certain parts from another perspective.

Just Another Kind of Job

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A story of how to beat unemployment and more besides…

She parked her car a block away and walked the rest. Mentally she checked what she had on her; nothing that could give a clue to her real identity. But even so…you could not be too careful, she thought. As she looked down the street she saw some unsavoury youths hanging around. The neighbourhood was going down, fast. But that was not her concern. She looked at the familiar door and rang the bell.

Just Being Neighbourly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Since the day she moved in next door I had been helplessly in love with her. She was gorgeous and, during the summer, I spent hours looking out my upstairs window at her sunbathing in the back garden.

In my mind Mary could have been the model for the ultimate in feminine beauty. I knew for a fact that she was 5’ 8”, 38” 24” 36” and lying in the sun gleaming with sheen of oil or dressed to perfection to go to her office, eye catching was an understatement.

Just Business

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m on Deviant Art now, for anyone who wants to check me out over there.

I think it’s deviantart.com. Just search for Trystl and I should come up.

Aside from a few stories that aren’t posted here, I’ve also got some art to go with some of the stories… and a long list of nice favorite pix you might like. So check it out.

Eddy liked his job. He was the night security guard for Punicorp, “Pronounced pewn·ah·corp; not poon·ee·corp,” as his boss used to always tell him. There were other guards, stationed at other entrances, but he’d been with the company long enough that he’d secured the coveted front desk job, which meant that he didn’t have to do hourly rounds. His job was to sit at his desk alone, watching the empty rooms on the monitors and coordinating any issues with the other guards at their various stations.

Just Once a Money

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this is a complete story the characters may show up later in sequel.

John Lasig hated being the bottom. He wasn’t a submissive. He was a dominant and that is the role he should always play. It was, after all, the normal role for him. Moreover, Melissa was a natural sub. He knew it the very moment he had met her. It was something in her eyes, the way she looked at him with a sense of the potential for surrender.

Just One Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is for all of you that have encouraged to me to write a “short” story. I realize my other story Kari’s Journey is a long one but it is designed to be that way. This story is going to come to a conclusion much, much sooner I promise. After all the reality is this story is based on actual events that really happened. So enjoy part one and as always, comments are greatly appreciated.

Just One Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for…

This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent.

Kally's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

First Try

Where do I begin?

What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister.

Kara Pays Her Rent

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke?

Karen - Cave Exploration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1.

“There. That’s the last bag.” She said as she put the large carry bag in the small SUV.

“I just wish I would have got my new suit.”

“Yeah, me too… I mean I wish you had you new suit too.” He quickly corrected following Karen’s strange look.

As they were about to leave, a delivery truck stopped in front of their house. Karen became all smiles and rushed to the driver, signing the papers and taking three boxes, quickly ripping it open. Phil joined her.

Karen's Delight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at publishing one of my stories. Hope you enjoy.

Karen became wet as she began walking out of the fancy building where she met with her editor. Mmm, she moaned slightly as she was walking to her car. Karen had always been into bondage since she was 12 years old. Now being 33, living on her own in a quiet farm town where everyone minded their business. She loved being out in the country, the smell of fresh air and open space, compared to working in the city. She couldn’t stand all the traffic, noise and rude people. Luckily for her she was a free lance writer and only checked in for one week every two months. Now to go home and celebrate with a few days of my devilish indulgence. No not chocolate or food related, more like steel, rope, tubes, electricity. What! You ask yourself could this beautiful single 33 year old brunette be into. Self bondage. Karen’s drive took her approximately 2 hours to get home. The road turned from city to suburbs to the open wilderness. She loved it and loved all the animals she had on her private ranch. As she pulled up to her driveway, she looked upon her huge 12 foot gates that surrounded the property.

Kari's Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been five long years since my last foray into releasing my work. I hope you enjoy this as there is a lot more I have been holding back. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated to help me hone my skills. Enjoy!

_Update (2012/06/18):* Here are chapters 23 & 24. I hope these are well received as I have been trying to keep the story detailed without becoming boring. Please keep the feedback coming as it truly helps me to improve my stories. Love to hear the support as well. Hope you all are enjoying “Kari’s Journey” as much as I am writing it.*

Kate's Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

“Finally!” Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she’d never get the flat to herself.

These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She’d tried to get on with Claire, but she’d found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space.

Katherine's Torment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: Comments and feedback are always welcome. I do read them and find your words very inspiring. _This is the first story I’ve submitted here that is based on an actual experience.**

When you’re a self bondage addict and haven’t taken the time for a good fix in a while, you tend to get carried away.

First, the outfit. I wanted stimulation this time, so my latex double dildo panties went on first. Well lubed they’re fun just to squirm into. I don’t orgasm easily, so, while they felt good, I wasn’t ready to come yet.

Kathrine's Afternoon in Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Katherine stood in her closet, carefully considering her clothing options. She was currently wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her already aroused nipples were standing out proudly underneath the thin filmy material.

She could hear Carl moving about downstairs, getting his own breakfast, and grinned maliciously. If he only knew what was on her agenda today he’d flip!

Katherine and Carl had been married only a few short years when she first discovered his secret life. He’d always been putting off various things she wanted to do, always with the excuse that he had to work late.

Katie's Capture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Katie woke up from a very long sleep, and immediately knew that something was wrong. She was in a large room, with a single door. The floors and walls were all covered in a white padding; she could feel it underneath her, as her ass and back sank into it. It looked like one of the old padded cells she had heard of that they put extreme mental patients in when there was a fear they would hurt themselves. There was something skin tight all over her amazing body, clinging to every crevice like a second skin. She looked down, and could see that every inch of her was sealed into some sort of skintight rubber suit; mostly clear with only a tinge of bronze to indicate it was there. Her huge breasts strained mightily against the rubber that coated them like it was painted on. She could see that under the rubber skin, there were thin bands around the base of each of her tits, squeezing just tight enough to force her breasts to balloon outward even more into their rubber prison. She brought her hands up to see if there was any way to rip into the rubber encasement, and was horrified to see that each hand had been forced into a tight, immobile fist, and into the ends of the sleeves of the rubber suit. The rubber from the wrists down was several times thicker and stiffer than over the rest of her body, not allowing any movement in her clenched fingers.

Katie's Solo Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Katie was sitting in her bedroom browsing the Internet. Katie was very interested in bondage. She just turned 18 two months ago. She really never had any experience with bondage. But the subject of bondage just made her very hot every time she thought about it. As she was browsing the Internet, she came across a Web site dedicated to self bondage. Seeing all these beautiful girls being tied up in different positions excited her very much.

Keeping Kelly Busy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: During a recent conversation with my friend Kelly she mentioned that short of being able to goad a Dom into having his way with her by putting ideas into his head, she found bondage to become rather boring after struggling for some time. I told her that I was sure that I could come up with a scene that would keep her quite busy; naturally she rose to the occasion and challenged me to prove it.

Kerry's Mistake, Amber's Trick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story of this nature. I have been reading these stories for a year, and believe I took quite a bit of influence from a few of a similar nature. I do appreciate constructive criticism, as it will help me grow as a writer. My feelings will not be hurt if you tear this story apart, so please, leave a comment and tell me what you think. Note: Neko’s are a thing in this story, Kerry is currently the only one. If you do not like Neko’s, as in a fully human body with the small exception of Cat ears, and a long, fluffy cat tail, then I apologize.

Kidnap Fantasy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’d been talking to Cliff for over six weeks on the internet, we’d met in a chatroom devoted to bondage lovers and after many discussions I began to let slip some of my fantasies. Then one night while logged on with Cliff I let him know that one of my fantasies was to be kidnapped by a truck driver and kept in bondage for a trip across country. As fate would have it, it turned out that Cliff was an interstate truck driver and would be on the road next week. He told me that this trip would be a six day round trip, my heart leapt into my mouth as he asked if I would like to fulfil my fantasy and join him on the trip. We chatted some more and worked through some details of what he’d like to do with me, our chat finally ended as I had work the next morning and it was now getting late, I signed off but said that I would think about his offer and let him know.

Kidnapping & Enslaving A Waitress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A SCARY DUNGEON IN WHICH TO KEEP THE ABDUCTEE

It took me a good two years to turn my really big basement into a ready-to-operate dungeon. I designed the dungeon so that it would contain the ultimate amount of bdsm-related accessories and devices. I carefully picked every piece of equipment that was needed… to enslave a woman.

For hours, I would keep making sketches of how I wanted the dungeon to look. Then for another couple of hours I would draw the bondage equipment I wanted to have in it.

Kidnapping, Bondage, Immortality and Polo Shirts

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first time writing on here, or fiction anywhere on the internet for that matter. I have always had a bondage and discipline fetish (not S&M) and oddly, one for polo shirts, particularly when they are buttoned up to the top and worn with smart clothing hence why its not latex for example. I have fantasised about being in a scenario like this for years and who knows, maybe one day I might get to do something resembling it. Enjoy, and hopefully it will be the first of many chapters.

Kimberly's Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

This was going to be a long night for Kimberly. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was headed in that direction. It had started out as an evening of self-bondage for Kimberly, an evening not unlike many others. But she had made a mistake, one that would result in her self-imposed bondage continuing until the morning when her roommate came home from her nightshift work.

Which presented another problem: Kimberly’s roommate did not know about the selfbondage games; but she would find out in the morning unless Kimberly could find a way to get the key to the handcuffs that were now around her wrists.

Kimiko Loves Puppies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation.

Kinky Coworkers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story isn’t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen.

Part 1

In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they’re both married. The first which we’ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I’d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She’s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you’d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we’ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to.

Kitsune

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story decent enough to post. Sometimes I wax introspective… I try to keep it minimal, I hope it is not too distracting. Enjoy.

I used to dread coming to back to my house. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it; it was a fantastic little place on the outskirts of Boston, far enough to make the commute a pain but close enough that I could still work downtown. Obviously I’m well off enough, especially for a young professional, but money doesn’t buy proper friendship like it does a decent living space. So I liked being in the city more than out in the rural estates. It was so lonely there.

Kitten

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The high school teen paused with her hand on the door knob before entering the unique shop. She had been here a week before with several of her girl friends as they spent the day walking, talking and shopping. One of them spotted the shop tucked down the alley way and the gaggle of girls walked in. They didn’t spend more then five minutes in the shop after realizing what it sold and all had left giggling. But, the eighteen year old’s eyes had widen after a few minutes of looking around at the wares and decided that she would come back when she was alone. Turning the knob she opened the door and entered.

Kylie’s Misadventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The young college student looked decidedly out of place, standing at the street corner as she was, dressed only in cut off shorts, tank top, sandals, and carrying a worn backpack slung over one shoulder. She was especially out of place considering it was 1:00AM on a Monday morning!

The street light bathed the intersection in an orange glow, making it somewhat difficult to see very far in either direction, but it really didn’t matter to Kylie as there was no one to see her anyway at this hour. Even in a college town, the students had to get at least some sleep before Monday morning classes began, and so Kylie felt secure in the belief that there was no one to interfere with her adventure. Kylie took a second to casually scan all directions of the intersection once more, before turning to enter the building behind her.

La Bomba

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

0:01:43….0:01:42….0:01:41…0:01:40, she watches as the timer sitting in front of her counts down to her demise, she’s been staring at it ominously for the past 2 hours hoping she’ll be able to stop the timer or at least slow it down from just staring at it alone, but that of course won’t happen. She tries to scream for help in hopes someone will come untie her but the ball gag shoved in her mouth stifles any chance of someone hearing her. The ropes lashing her wrists and ankles together are unforgiving and bite into her flesh with every move, the rope around her waist and around her breasts keep her held tight to the chair….but we’re getting ahead of ourselves here, lets look at how Sabrina got herself into this little predicament.

Lady Domina – Let the Games Begin

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bright morning sunlight streamed through the window as Lady Domina opened her eyes. She felt refreshed and invigorated, looking forward to the coming day and smiled to herself knowing what it would bring. She looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. A gentle knock at her bedroom door, broke her reverie. “Come in Monika, My pet,” Lady Domina said in her light British accent. The door opened slowly and Monika, Lady Domina’s personal slave, walked through the doorway carrying breakfast on a silver platter.

Lady Noir

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This story returns to the same characters introduced by my first story, _Abducting An Angel*. I suggest reading that one first (or at least the first section) to get an appreciation for the characters, but it’s not strictly necessary in order to follow this story.*

The first part is more of a teaser than anything, so I apologise for that in advance. But rest assured, the good stuff is coming. Look at the tags for hints. :)

Lakeside Terror

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story is inspired by the 1979 horror film, “Tourist Trap”.

At a modest truck and travel stop along the massive interstate, the lunch crowd had arrived in full force of travelers and truck drivers alive. The booths were packed with all sorts of people, with even the front serving bar filled up.

Alicia parked her car and entered the packed restaurant, seeing the crowd and immediately wondered how long the wait would be before she ordered; 10 minutes? 30 minutes, maybe? Was she better off heading back to her car and driving a little further for lunch?

Last Minute Costume - The Sequel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Ann and Jen are back in this sequel to my story “Last Minute Costume”. Although this story may make more sense if you read that one first, it’s not a requirement.

Jen tightened the leather belt molding the plastic garbage bag “dress” about her waist one more notch and turned toward the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. “Here I come!” she shouted before stepping out of the bathroom into the master bedroom.

Laura

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I

The truth finally got Laura’s attention. She didn’t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn’t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn’t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

Layaway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

David sat behind the counter and whistled softly. “Slow day,” he said aloud. “Should be busier, especially for a Friday!” he mused.

He surveyed the collection of merchandise that surrounded him. Rubber and leather outfits were hung up against one wall. On the same wall, he had a small shoe rack that had a number of very high heeled shoes on display.

Another wall had his whips, crops, chains and restraints. There was a doorway cut out of that wall, covered by a red leather curtain, that led to the dressing room.

Lea and the Consequences of Actions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 11th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Lea was marched down to a waiting van in the lower garage wearing only her glasses and her clear restraints. She was loaded into the back of a van where another woman already sat. The auburn haired girl wore the same clear cuffs with clear wire connecting to a centre ring at both her wrists and ankles. Her ankle’s centre ring was clipped onto the floor with a simple spring loaded clip; her wrist’s centre ring was held by a hook that retracted into the roof of the van. Soon Lea found herself similarly bound before the staff shut the door leaving the two alone in the van.

Lea and the Digital Friend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 6th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com.

Lea got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was making it harder and harder for people around the world to find jobs even as the world produced more goods and services than it ever had. He figured his daughter might as well have a shot at programing some of the software and machines that would make it harder for her to find work when she gets out into the world.

Lea and the Role Reversal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 5th story in the series. I’ve also started a blog, I will continue to post here but I will also be posting extras and updates: jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia lay spread out on Lea’s bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea’s computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power.

Lea and the Unexpected Companion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 13th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

“Alright Leota, are you almost finished?” Marian asked as she barged into the hotel room Lea had been staying and working in the past few days. Lea looked up from her computer wearing only a bathrobe, nervous about how to respond. She knew that as soon as she was finished with her project she had the remainder of her two week sentence to return to. “Well, can we start printing collars or not?” Marian continued.

Leaky Hot Water Heater

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self bondage, but things didn’t turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. Well a little extra bit of story before the story is needed to explain why what happened happened. My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some “Liquid V” to my clit (amazing stuff, look it up), and just walked off to his computer room again. About ten minutes later when the V had worn off he came back again, this time he placed a large rabbit style dildo in me, but didn’t turn it on. Ten minutes later he came back to add some more V and turn on the vibrator deep in the device and push it back in me since I had accidentally wiggled it out (this time he placed a pillow in front of it to hold it in). He added a ball gag and left. My husband knows that deep vaginal vibrations do nothing for me, so turning on the vibrator didn’t add much but it had added something. Ten minutes after that, like clockwork, he came back in and added a blindfold, some more V and turned on the rotating beads in the rabbit along with the clit vibrator, then just left AGAIN. Within moments I was writing and cursing into my ball gag, ridding a huge orgasm. I didn’t even know he was standing over me until I had come down from my orgasm and started to panic because of the over stimulation of the dildo that I could not dislodge. He had known this would happen and he had immediately pulled out the dildo, added some more V, and left AGAIN. Now I was pissed, here I was, tied spread eagle to the bed, trapped totally un-aroused post-orgasm, gagged and blindfolded (which was no fun anymore), and dripping juices where drying uncomfortably on my butt. I grunted into my gag for about a minute, trying to get my jerk husband to come over and free me. This is the moment when I found out about MY bondage fantasy. I told that entire story to tell you this, as I started to calm down from my grunting temper tantrum, I started hearing every sound in the room. I heard the neighbor’s car start, someone else mowing their lawn, my husband now downstairs in the kitchen, and then I heard the front door bell. Upon hearing the door bell I became very aware of myself, my vulnerability, my easily accessible sopping wet entrance. I thought of what I must look like to someone standing next to the bed, and realized ANYONE could be standing next to be bed, and I would have no control over it. I thought of my husband letting the mailman in to see his handiwork. My thoughts immediately became more devious, I began to daydream of a total stranger sneaking in the back door and finding me. I thought of some neighborhood teen breaking in to steel some jewelry and instead whispering in my ear “Guess who”. These thoughts drove me into a state of arousal I had never felt before. I wanted to be discovered, I wanted to be found vulnerable and wet. I had just discovered the fantasy that would fill my dreams and daydreams for months to come. To be discovered in a state of heightened arousal by a total stranger and willingly mentally (but without a choice in the matter) giving myself to them sexually.

Learning the Ropes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Sue’s introduction

She didn’t understand why her husband was so insistent on this. She had finally agreed 3 days ago to this and now she was having second thoughts. Sue really didn’t feel right about this. Ron had asked her about this in the past, but it never went anywhere. She wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this now, but here she was. When she agreed, she could tell that he had become excited that they were finally going to do this. He said he had to buy “some things” before they could proceed. She didn’t know what he had to buy and didn’t care, but he had his little bag of goodies. She was very uneasy and unsure about where this was going. She was also upset that they were even at this point in their marriage. She felt they had a good sex life. They had sex often and they enjoyed each other immensely. Why were they at this point? The more she thought about this, the angrier she became.

Leather or Knot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First Impressions

It was late June in the Midwestern college town. Three weeks before, Dan had received his degree in Information Technology, but instead of celebrating, he was concerned for his future. The recent economic downturn had ruined his hopes for landing a job in his field, and for the first three weeks after graduation, Dan moped around his rented house checking the mail every afternoon for responses to job applications only to find nothing but bills.

Let’s Play Strip Slave Poker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 3rd and final story that I’ve posted in my trilogy of “Let’s Play” bondage sex game stories. I would appreciate it if you would take a moment and share your comments below. More stories soon! Thanks, C

My best friend, Lisa, had invited me over for a pool party on a Sunday afternoon in late August, during the summer between my junior and senior years at college. This was going to be the last party of the summer, before everyone went back to school. Because it was a Sunday, we would all have to get up and work the next day, so everyone would leave by midnight. Lisa said we would be playing Strip Slave Poker and other games, with a total of 4 guys and 4 girls participating.

Lexa's Boutique

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kristen pulled to a stop and put the car in park. She stretched a bit and let out a moaning chirp. The sign above the door read ‘Lexa’s Boutique’. As was the case with most boutiques, it was feminine and inviting. This was the last stop of the day and hundreds of miles from home. It would mean another stay in a hotel.

The lazy days of college and friends began to fade like a distant memory. As a Junior Marketing Rep for ‘Paris Cosmetics’, she had to cover a vast district. It also meant that she had to look her best all the time. Other women must envy her. They had to want to be her. Only then would they buy cosmetics from her.

Life Of The Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another write up of one of my self bondage adventures. As always I’d love to hear your feedback! ♥

Introduction

Hey everyone! It’s time for a write up of another of my self bondage stories! :D

If this is the first story you’re reading, I’ll give you a brief bit of a description about myself. My name is Naomi, I’m a 22 year old woman from Australia! I’m a pasty gal with dark brown hair that comes down to just past my breasts, which are a size 36D. My hips are size 40 so I’m kinda curvy. I’m also taller than the average gal, coming in at just over 6 feet, so when I wear killer heels, my legs go all the way up :p

Lights, Camera, Ass-fuck

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by the excellent story “Beta Test” by Beast5, the guiding concept of mixing an avatar world with machines to create an alternate reality is explored. This is a new story that adopts the concept and tells a tale of the fictional character Ashley Bennett. The story isn’t an improvement of “Beta Test,” or an expansion of it. I simply want to give credit to Beast5’s story for spinning a different twist on reality. Beyond the central theme, there are several human characters and public humiliation. Mainly though, it is a story of analplay - by the time you finish, Ashley and Ass will be synonymous.

Lily Bianchi - A Promise to Keep

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The faint sounds of a familiar song echoed all around me. The world was dark and out of focus as I rolled away from the noisy pest. Soon enough the tune became more and more difficult to ignore, snapping me out of my daze. ‘Alright, alright just stop you…’ I stretched over to what now seemed to be a screeching torrent of noise and LEDs. ‘When did he change it to this crap?’ The noise finally stopped and I was plunged back into darkness.

Lindsey Stirling And The Sex Doll Factory

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As Lindsey gazed around the very industrial looking plastics and latex processing plant her head felt almost like it was on a swivel there was so much to look at. The tour guide she was with had told the group she was a part of to watch where they were going since there was no safety barriers put up yet. With so much to look at though Lindsey quickly got distracted and was not watching where she was going. As she gazed around she didn’t notice the sex doll conveyor belt in front of her. With a thud she fell down onto the hard and unforgiving belt. As it whisked her away she tried to scramble off the belt but found it had carried her far into the ceiling of the industrial plant so getting off of it was not an option. As she looked around to see what her options were she noticed the belt was ending hopefully she would be able to escape her predicament. With a gentle thud she fell to the ground of this new room as she looked around the room she the first thing she noticed was that she was in a room full of vaguely female looking plastic blanks, the second thing she noticed was that there was clearly no exit to this room.

Lisa the Escape Artist

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was a junior at UCLA when my agent told me that a Mr. Barnes wanted me to preform at his sons birthday party. Volleyball was done and x-mas was right around the corner. I could use the money and he was offering one thousand dollars in cash. Calling up my friend and assistant Mary I decided to take the job.

Saturday came and we drove up into hills where the rich and famous lived. Mansion would be a gross understatement in describing the house we pulled in front of. Two doorman helped us unload the equipment I would be using in my act. Mr. Barnes showed the room we would be performing in. Sofa’s and lounge chairs covered half of the room with full screen plasma TV’S covering the walls. I just got my gear sorted out when thirty people walked into the hall.

Lisa: A 1-Year Bondage Assignment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt and the first chapter of a story based on a fantasy I’ve had and enjoyed for a long time. The story is about a girl engaging to be strictly tied up by a lesbian couple for a whole year in exchange for a 1 Mln$ fee. Yhey treat her very well but she is being kept strictly bound and gagged 24/7. Her sister (the Storyteller) traces her and the couple agree to let her visit her tied up sister from time to time. This leads to a series of quite enticing and erotic events.

Livin' the Mummy Dream Extreme

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am a big fan and practitioner of long-term, strict mummification bondage, loving to fantasize about and experience its intense physio-psycho-sexual impacts. I hope you find the story arousing, stimulating and entertaining!

Part 1

She had met him through a fetish-bondage online social networking/meeting site. She had thought very long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life, leaving her old life far behind her, and the terms of a new relationship. She had to find the right man to make her most obsessive, consuming, passionate dreams come true. After a very thorough and careful culling process, here she was, happily in his wonderful loving, tight mummified embrace, her vagina and rectum stuffed with two large humming electric vibrators.

Liz begins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Liz Begins

Liz wasn’t sure why, but she had an affinity for bondage. And, unfortunately, due to the circumstance of being the only person she knew with such a curiosity, it would soon turn into and obsession with self bondage. It wasn’t so much whips and chains that got her going, but rather it was the idea of being out of control that always turned her on. Her first real exposure to this had stuck firmly in her mind and continually lingered in her subconscious; and eventually imagining herself helpless became her favorite daydream and insatiable desire. This defining moment occurred shortly before the start of her senior year of high school. One dull night several days after her eighteenth birthday Liz found herself with some friends at a movie rental shop, and, on a dare Liz gone into the “Adults Only” section of the store. Blushing she looked around at the porn that covered all the shelves. Most of it just made her feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, but she was curious too, so she started looking around. She had seen porn before, having stumbled upon her older brothers stash several years before, and for the most part she didn’t care for it but she had flipped through all of it none the less as now and then certain images would intrigue her, but she couldn’t say why. Now in the store this same curiosity and strange feeling was coming back. Among all the images of skin and bare breasts, one in particular stopped Liz in her tracks. It was a lesbian flick, which on its cover showed two beautiful blonds engaged in some light bondage. However, it wasn’t so much the leather and handcuffs that made her eyes widen, but rather what the two girls were doing. One of the girls was pushing a decent sized vibrator deep into her slave’s pussy while at the same time sliding a chastity belt up her legs right behind it. This sent Liz’s mind racing. Soon that vibrator will be locked it that girl’s pussy, she thought, and she’ll have no control at all! Being completely helpless to stop the vibrator the slave would have to endure its relentless throbbing inside of her for… how long? How many orgasms would she be forced to helplessly to endure? Picturing all of this made Liz bite her lip as tingles of excitement shot down her spine and her thighs momentarily shivered. Liz had thought about pleasuring herself, but she had never even held a vibrator, let alone used one - but she felt that it must be amazing. Her already pounding heart jumped as she heard someone nearby and she quickly ducked out of the section. Outside she blushed and giggled with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the image and wasn’t even sure how to feel about being mesmerized by something so strange and kinky.

Long Day at the Office

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal.

Long Day's Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lee has ordered me to write this down since it is part of my punishment. For any of you who have not read Club X then you may not know that I have had fantasies of hanging ever since I was in my teens. The idea of a noose or gallows gets me all crinkly insides. Lee and I have been married for over 10 years and he has turned out to be the perfect husband since his thing is hanging also. We have had numerous group scenes and our private ones are carried out in the house and garage where we have a number of scenarios and the beams, railings, clothes bars, etc., to carry them out. I have only one rule which Lee has set down. No auto-erotic hanging. Don’t do it by myself. Someone else, preferably he, must be present. This goes back to the stories I told him of my hanging experiments before I met him and the number of times I passed out only to be saved by a frayed rope or broken clothes bar.

Long Distance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a remake of sorts of FictitiousSlave’s story The Admin. Great story, which I loved. All props to the original. I like feedback, so write here or at drsuperbest@gmail.com

“Hey, could you take a look at my laptop? The internet has been having some issues.”

I look up at who’s speaking. I’m sitting in my cramped office or workshop, surrounded by the carcasses of IT technology. I work in tech support at a major newspaper, but you would’t know it from the space they give me.

Lori's Self-Bondage Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have improved as a writer, as this is my third bondage story. Of course I welcome all comments, both positive and negative, so that I can judge my writing as others may see it.

The Intro

Lori is Josh’s bondage toy/pain slut girl friend. He introduced her to gentle bondage shortly after they met, and she ended up taking to bondage like a fish to water. The tighter, the better. Also, she has found that discomfort, even pain to an extent, juice up her orgasms to an incredible degree.

Lost Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sometimes my imagination runs away with me.

I had lost the bet and now Zoë was going to collect. She had a really naughty smirk on her face as she let me in.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were coming.”

“I don’t welch on a bet, even though I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Just a bit of revenge, you might get to like it too.”

Lost in Translation 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Lost in Translation by SG I got to the ’end’ of his story and was really inspired by the concept to continue on with Robin’s adventures. I was able to get ahold of SG and he was gracious enough to not only grant permission to continue his story, but read several of my drafts giving suggestions to improve it/keep to the spirit of the original tale.

Lost in Translation III

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a (likely final) sequel to Lost in Translation II - , based on Lost in Translation. I recommend reading the trilogy in order for things to make sense.

Chapter 1

Other than being strapped into the passenger seat all I remember of the drive home is disconnected bursts of sensation. Isolated within a sensory deprivation hood, double gagged with large vibrating plugs in both lower holes a mix of rubber, leather and steel covered almost my entire body to hold me tight and nigh immobile. The extreme outfit, combined with the exhaustion of the long evening, had me… elsewhere. I could feel the orgasms coursing through my tired body but it was as if from a great distance. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even muster the strength to moan into the stifling gag, I just lay reclined in the seat next to my boyfriend. He could have driven us anywhere, hours or days might have passed in that state as I sat cocooned inside my own body as much as within my bindings, floating on a sea of sensations. Apparently he took us home he told me later that I collapsed when he tried to get me out of the car; I want to say I remember his arms supporting me but I can’t be sure.

Louisa's Summer Holiday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Louisa always had a vivid imagination as a child; this had often got her into various trouble over the years but never enough to stop her from trying anything new or daring. She had a few passions; nylons, mummification and self-bondage were her most secret ones. She had always thought she would die if anyone found out about these, so always made sure she made precautions so that her “other side” would remain hidden. Louisa though also found it a buzz to see how far she could go, to be helpless and vulnerable but undiscovered as well.

Love and Suffering - Tom's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The following is a story which started off a long time ago, then was slowly added to, until recently when the other 80% was added to make it complete. I hope you enjoy it. The codes below are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well.

Kylie Escapes

She was just 15 when she was rescued from the clutches of the gang she was hanging about with. Young and impressionable, she was unaware of the potential outcome of things had she not been rescued on that fateful night so many years ago. She thought that the members of the gang she was mixing with appreciated her for something other than her rapidly maturing body. They were not so bad, nor was she, it was more a case of like the Suzi Quatro song, “I may be too young, to fall in love, but I’ll still hang around” - with the usual negative outcome which accompanies such associations.

Lovely Little Lisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do like the female form in a uniform, and I was attracted to a friend of my sister, everything else is imagination

“Can I come round? I’ve got a surprise for you.” It was my sister’s friend Lisa, recently turned eighteen, and now my girlfriend. She was slim, about medium height, with a gorgeous figure that had filled out in the past few months to something like 32-20-32. Her eyes were blue and her curly hair was that colour that wasn’t blonde and wasn’t brunette. I’d not long found a flat and it was still a little disorganized, and Lisa had been helping me get things straight.

Lucy's Collar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hear the beeper on my collar emit one loud “tweet!” One? Damn it. Two would at least be a known quantity; just 100 strokes, barely takes a minute and George, formerly my Rottweiler but now apparently my master, is more than happy to make them quick. But one; he’ll know that it is a time thing, not a speed thing, and we could be at it for awhile.

It all started because I was pissed off. What pissed me off, you ask? Stupid porn stories.

Lucy's Little Secret

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lucy’s live-in lover has left the house. He will not be back for hours. How do I know? I’ve been watching their apartment for days. I know their routines as well as if they were my own. How do I know her name? I’ve been through her garbage. What am I? I’m a peeping Tom. Well, actually, that’s not true. A peeping Tom doesn’t do anything other than watch - I do.

M&M Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

When you read the title of my story, you may wonder what the heck this is about. Well, if I wasn’t experiencing this myself I would struggle to understand it as well.

Hi, I’m Stan, devoted husband of Diana.

Diana does a lot of exercise, including yoga, to keep fit. She also likes to play with toys when I’m not there, or when I’m too tired or when I’m recovering from previous love play. As you can guess, she has an healthy appetite. Quite often she will also have anal toys at work while I’m at work “up front”.

Madame Justine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fancy old style brothel caters for the ‘sexual advanced’ in every way thinkable. A large stable of slaves, often related or married, is run by a statuesque woman and her imaginative staff. Anything goes… The story centres on severe torture, cruel body modifications and extreme chastity enforcement.

Do not read this when you are under age. This is for adults eyes only. Many people enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones. Very few of those same people would actually enjoy things like running for their lives in front of a crushing boulder, or getting kicked into a snake pit. Sometimes fantasy is just fantasy, no prelude for reality. Take this story as it is: Fantasy. Now read on.

Maddie's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the start of a story I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve got three more parts written so far with a couple of interesting twists ans turns that I hope people enjoy reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Part one is fairly plain, but its setting the scene for future parts.

Chapter 1

The word love has to be the most stupid word in the English dictionary - at least that was the view of Maddie as she sat sipping her mocktail in the hot midday sun. How on earth one word can cover so much she will never know, for at its shallowest love can describe one’s favourite part of a film, where as other times love just isn’t big enough to describe the feelings two people can have for one another, or the moments they share. The tall leggy blond laid on the sun bed, her tanned golden skin offset by the luxury black bikini. She sat watching her new husband swim in the crystal clear waters of the Maldivian seas as a familiar tickle made her cast her mind back over the last 24 hours to the reason for this particular in depth thought, which given the situation and the surroundings was far to in depth!

Maid Service Requested

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer was so horny and she couldn’t do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid’s costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning.

Maid's Inspection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Maid’s Inspection

It was a typical Saturday afternoon where i had chores to complete around the house. It was now about 1 in the afternoon and i was assigned to feather dust the living room. Mistress had just informed me 10 minutes before that She had invited Guests over later in the day and i was to be on my best behavior. After curtseying in humiliation I quickly resumed my duties.

Make or Break

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Carla had been building towards this moment for weeks. Everything was ready, but after so much worry and soul-searching did she dare take the last irrevocable step? Her stomach churned and she felt physically sick. Dare she. Would it ruin everything?

Carla’s marriage had ended for many reasons but one, undoubtedly, had been the lack of the serious, wild sex she so loved

Reading sex novels had opened up to her imagination a fantasy world of S/M and bondage which held a deep unfathomed interest for Carla. She had bought some handcuffs and dropped a thousand hints to her ex, but while he obliged to some extent, he was not particularly enthused.

Making of a Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Katie moves in with her dad after mom passes away form cancer, Once there she realizes her new family does not like her and when dad leaves she finds herself in deep trouble with her step sisters and their boyfriends

Chapter 1

Katie hated that she had to leave all her friends in the city and move half way across the country. After her mother passed away from cancer there was no one to care for her in the city. The divorce had taken its toll on both her mom and dad. He moved to Kansas and she stayed in Washington D.C. He started a dog breeding farm and was doing quite well, not to mention he had remarried and had two step-daughters from it while her mom was living on welfare dying from cancer. Her mom had stayed single not wanting to place Katie in any awkward situations. Well THAT was over now.

Male Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a man. My erect penis pushes against the front of my pants, tenting it out. I want to touch it, to fondle it, to stroke it, to feel the orgasmic rush of semen pulsing down the shaft and exploding in a forceful jet. But I cannot.

About the only thing I can do is press myself against her. She is hard and smooth. At least I think it is her, for I cannot see. Yes, it must be her for I hear the rustle of paper. But my penis is numb; it has no feeling. All the feeling is inside me, the sensual tactile pleasures generated by my pushing, by the rocking of my pelvis, by the gentle gyrations of my penis. How should it feel, my penis? Should I feel pleasure in the tip? In the shaft? I do not know.

Marie's Committment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Including an edited chapter one. This story is fiction. Attempting to recreate play based on the story could cause personal injury and should not be attempted. This read may not be for everyone, but I do hope if it’s your cup of tea that you enjoy reading it. This story is dedicated to K.M.M. and J.A.B. for giving me the inspiration to look past the darkness and rediscover my inner light.

Marisa's Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Marisa’s adventure in self-bondage goes terribly wrong.

“AARRRGGGGH.”

“OOOOMMMPPPHH”

“WHEW.”

“OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?”

The groans and exclamations and questions all went unheard, even by the beautiful woman bound to the bench inside the underground bunker.

The sounds were her first in more than 5 hours, except for the ragged breathing and steady slurping sounds brought on by the huge artificial cock that had been thrusting deep in and out of throat. Her pussy and ass felt strangely empty as equally large mechanical cocks withdrew for her rest period, however long or short that might be.

Master Teaches Cum Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story based on fantasy, not a reference to any real events. If you do not like to read stories about submissive being dominated then you should read another story.

Part 1: Starting Sparrow’s new adventure

Submission.

I could run away but I won’t.

I have been conditioned.

I have been trained to obey.

I will do whatever He asks.

Whatever the price.

I will do my best to please Him every time.

Mattie’s Last Ticket

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She slumped against the back seat of the car, sweat staining her skimpy tee-shirt, drool from her mouth packing dropping like fine fish line down her chest. I slapped one of the soft mounds that was the gauze packing over her newly pierced nipple and she arched her back – my buddy at the piercing and tattoo shop had bought the line about this being her idea and not to worry about the gag and ropes, just do her tits and her labia and there’s an extra 100 for him.

Measure Twice, Tie Once

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Temptation

Smooth hands slid gently over my quivering body as I was lowered slowly into the soft embrace of silken sheets. They came to rest upon my slender wrists as a set of warm lips travelled unhurriedly from the creamy mounds of my breasts down to the moist warmth of my sex. The mouth paused teasingly and my body shuddered with longing, bending and twisting, trying desperately to re-establish contact with that unknown other…

Meeting Mistress Bella

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I love reading comments! Hope you all enjoy my first story!

Chapter 1

I stood on the corner of the street, looking up into the dimly lit windows of an apartment complex. Mistress Bella had given me strict orders to call her at this exact spot. Nervously, I dialed her phone number. As I waited, I could sense she was watching me. I shivered from the cold air and hugged my trench coat tightly to my body.

Meeting Ms. Charlotte

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was January in Chicago and winter was coming on strong. But it was warm inside “The Heart of Darkness” and it was filled with people trying to forget about the bleak months to come. I was somewhat of an insider there as much as any male sub could be. I had paid my dues by volunteering for clean-up duty on Sundays. I also had had professional visits to some of the resident Dommes so I was kind and was given opportunities some of the other newbies where envious of. On that particular night I was going to be on stage with a popular woman named Mistress Ava. Before the club opened I spent three hours cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, setting up various play stations and putting out the antiseptic cleaning stuff. Another sub and I were the only ones there until around 7 (the club doors opened at 9) when the organizers and performers started to show up. Most nights it was pretty much a play party but once a month or so they had a show night. This was going to be my first time as part of the show. Yes I was scared a bit. Mistress Ava was not known for her softness. But I am somewhat an exhibitionist when in the kink world, the exact opposite of what I am in the rest of my life where I happily blend into the background. At about 8 Mistress Ava showed up. She pretty much ignored me, I would have expected nothing less, and disappeared into the changing room.. We continued our last minute prep work and a little before opening time I was sent for by Mistress Ava

Meeting My Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not a native speaker, but I hope the story is understandable.

Part 1 - The beginning in the hotel room

It had been a sunny day and I was looking forward to the next few hours. I was happy that I could arrange a session with my mistress. We have already met a couple of times and I was always experiencing a strong sensation before we met each other. Privately, I’m living in a stable relationship with my girlfriend. Because of her openness she allows me to live out my chastity and devotion dreams together with my mistress. She accepts it and gives me the freedom to ’enjoy’ my mistress every few months. The only rule, which my girlfriend is setting, is about getting an orgasm. Whenever I meet my mistress, my girlfriend forces me to wear a CB 2000 for at least two weeks before the session and two weeks afterwards.

Mei Ling and Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

CHAPTER 1

It was not planned so I suppose you could call it accidental. In any event it was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I had just seated myself at one of the conference dinner tables. As usual at these events there were ten chairs squashed around the table and only the chair next to mine was still vacant.

After the usual introductions the nine of us settled back down and I glanced around to notice her standing at the entrance to the meeting room looking lost. One of the hotel banquet Captains approached her, turned, studied the room and immediately gestured for her to follow him. He had spotted the empty chair at my table.

Mellisa

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories

Memories

I discover three bound women

I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies.

Members Only: Broken

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sarah goes for a modeling gig, but is soon captured and tormented. Inspired by a classic Insex scene.

This story is a little different than some of my others. This is something of a novelization of a classic video that caught my eye from the geniuses at Insex. It is my best attempt to capture, in story form, the contents of the scene. I’ll try to include a link to the video at the end (not sure if that’s frowned upon). Enjoy!

Mermaid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated.

The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv.

I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list.

Michelle - The Daring Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you have comments or suggestions please email michelle.wong330@yahoo.com.

As I read the email from one of my female online subs I got really excited. She is one of the local girls but we never met, due to her real life limitations. So I give her tasks through email and instant messages and she does it, then reports back to me with the details. This email is about a task I asked her to do. She gives so much details about the feelings that I am proud I gave her such a good task. But there is something else. She made it sound so good that I, even as a Domme, is considering trying it out.

Mike and Laura

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Update: First let me tell everyone it’s hard to follow at points, Second English is not my native language Greek is and since I’ve only learned English two years ago it could stand improvement I write to improve it and hopefully some people get some enjoyment out of reading it.

Mike For Michelle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just another day in the life of an extreme fantasy mistress

Mike stared helplessly at Michelle. He was naked, strapped to a fiendish pole device and she was a Goddess in black leather. She stood before him, whip in hand.

“Do I excite you?” she asked quietly. He stood mute, his fear making him unable to answer. “I think your massive erection answers that for me even if you don’t.” Her whip traced a line down his heaving chest and then began to just flick back and forth as it caressed the head of his straining cock. “You said you wanted to experience the ultimate in pleasure mixed with pain. That you will do. I wonder if you will find it worth the cost?”

MILF

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for.

_Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!*

Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous.

Mind Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Miss Elanine's Fantasy Fulfilled

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: What happens to a weekend crossdresser when he gets involved with a wicked mistress…

‘You’re late, Elaine!’

‘I am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work. And I had to dress and make up…’

‘Spare me the excuses, you stupid slut! You know I don’t tolerate being kept waiting. So I’ll punish you for this!’

‘But Mistress…’ he started to protest but she cut him short.

‘Take off that blouse!’

Mistaken Identity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I really don’t know how these people do it.” thinking to myself. It had been 30 minutes since I passed the last sign of civilization if you want to call a single pump gas station civilization. “I bet they don’t even take credit cards!” I ranted. I was starting to regret accepting my friend’s invitation to spend the weekend at his cabin in Maine. I never could quite understand what the thrill of driving 3 hours to a cabin just to get drunk was. I guess that is why I am here, I felt compelled to find out.

Mistress Angela Strikes!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Sigh, another boring trade luncheon to attend. I have to go to these things monthly and they vary from slightly informative to utterly boring. I made my way to the convention center for the luncheon and after getting direction from security, I went to the elevator to head up to the 3rd floor. As I waited in line, a voice spoke behind me “Are you going to the luncheon as well” said a sweet voice and when I turned around to see who was talking, I almost couldn’t speak.

Mistress De Sade

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Kinda pathetic, I know, the muse left…

These last few days all I could think about was Miss De Sade, my devilishly sexy English teacher. She was so fine, for a twenty eight year old, and I spent more time staring at her in class than concentrating on the actual work. I couldn’t help it. She was so fit that all I could dream about was fucking her right on her own desk, and maybe having her jerk me off or give me a blowjob. Whenever I wanked myself off I imagine it was her hand, not mine, doing the jerking.

Mistress Madeleine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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’.

Mistress Madeleine and Master John Training School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the seconf story about Madeleine and Master John. It has been a while in the writing but it’s herte now, I hope you like it.

Introduction

David and Mellany had been together for four years and married for nearly two, but recently things had been going wrong. They had a long standing love of bondage, unfortunately they were both naturally submisive in nature. Before their marriage they had only experimented a few times with bondage games, but after they married the games became a regular part of their sex life. Initially they took turns at being tied, but as time past Mellany took less and less interest in tying her husband, things had recently reached the point were she had outright refused to play the Domme part of the relationship. This left David feeling letdown and he retaliated by in turn refusing to play the Master to Mellany’s sub. As a result their marriage was starting to fall apart.

Mix It Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

To the naked eye Helen was pretty ordinary. She was a cute, petite half Japanese girl. She had always done well in school, even though she came from a broken home, and had worked very hard to put herself through university. She kept fit by playing basketball in the summer (“I may be tiny, but I’ll kill you from the 3 point line” she was often heard to say at the Y where she played) and cross country skiing in the winter. There wasn’t much that made her stand out in a crowd, sure the boys would hit on her, but she figured that most boys would hit on anything with breasts… even her with her smaller than average “rack”. She kept her hair short and generally stayed out of the bar scene. She was a quiet, hard working, smart girl in the city.

Model Mix Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Photo Shoot Reminder Model: A. Jones Hair Color: Brunette Height: 5’ 7" Shoot Location: 2170 Broadway, Manhattan Date/Time: Tuesday, August 8th, 10:00AM

Amber Jones strutted up to the address listed on her casting call card, right on time, as always. She was a professional. She knew that her big tits, long legs and firm ass weren’t the only things that made her successful in her line of work. She was prompt, prepared, and always followed the mantra: Make life easy for the photographer.

Monique’s Profession

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

More Than He Bargained For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Madame I think I have the perfect candidate for you.”

“Excellent, but you know I have very specific requirements.”

“Yes of course Madame, but I think this one fits your requirements perfectly. He is young, attractive, slim, a little androgynous even. He has no ties here, he is on holiday, on his own, from England; he is not staying anywhere, no contacts, no one expecting him. He has just a backpack and a ticket to return in three weeks.”

Mother and Daughter Tied Up Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more.

Chapter 1 (added: )

Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties.

Mother/Daughter Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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My Mom

Lets start off with a little background, my name is Courtney and I’m 18 years old, Asian, 5'5’, 108 lbs, 34 C with nice long brown hair with streaks of blond. Not too bad for an Asian chick. I currently live with my mom and younger sister in a spacious home. My mom divorced when she was quite young, however she had a successful home business of which I know nothing of and we always had anything we wanted.

Moving Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Leah finished packing the last of the dishes into the box marked fragile. It had been a hectic past two days getting everything packed.

“Finally,” she said while wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, “everything is packed. Now it’s up to the movers.”

Leah and her husband, Chris, were moving to his parent’s farm, left to them after they had passed away. They had died in a car accident when a trucker had fallen asleep and crossed the lanes. Chris had taken the news very hard, as expected, but lately he had been feeling better and was returning to his old self. The settlement from the truck company had been very generous and they now had enough to live comfortably on the farm without financial concerns. They still planned to work the land and continue his father’s dream, but they wouldn’t have to scrimp and save as they had been.

Much More Than He Imagined

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was a seemingly quiet and solitary young woman of around thirty. Though not unattractive, she dressed very plain and often mismatched. Being rather shy and reserved, you would never see her going out with guys. She just lived above her employer’s office and kept to herself. Perhaps she was even a virgin, destined to become an old maid. Who knows, she may have never even masturbated to bring herself sexual pleasure. However, deep inside lurked a horny vixen, who longed to enjoy the pleasures a man could provide.

My 30th Birthday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1

My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss.

“Morning hunny happy birthday”.

“Thank you dear, can’t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?”

My Adventures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story (blog really) is intended to be a collection of my self-bondage adventures. The depictions will be mostly true, but I may embellish from time to time. I look forward sharing my experiences with you and hopefully reading your feedback. I don’t consider myself to be a writer by any stretch, so I’ll apologize in advance for any mistakes.

November 20th, 2010

It is pretty common that at least a couple nights a week I will tie myself up pleasure myself until I’m ready for a release. This is usually right after my first orgasm but usually depends on how strict I’m bound. You see, I’m a bit of a claustrophobic. I love being bound, but if I think there is a chance that I can’t escape I start to panic. If I’m stimulated the effects are mostly negated which is why I usually need to release myself after an orgasm.

My Belted Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wanted to write a story exploring the fetish of “humiliation”, as I didn’t think I completely understood it. As such, it occurred to me to write it from the point of view of a dating profile or blog, as by definition it would be humiliating to admit humiliating things to the public eye. It also means that some things may not be completely to taste to all readers, as I thought, things would have to keep pushing the characters boundaries to stay humiliating. Anyway, and despite this, I hope you enjoy the story, and look forward to feedback in the comments or via email. Thank you for reading!

My Child

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.”

My Collection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…

My Daring Self-Bondage Public Walk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The lower floors of the parking garage are completely full, but I find an empty parking space on the third floor in front of a concrete wall and thankfully head into it. It is late Saturday morning so I surmise there are a lot of people shopping. I turn the engine off and try to relax; the journey has been quite interesting. Driving for the first time in my extravagantly high-heeled boots was an initial challenge, and then the two large plugs buried deep inside me increasingly made their presence felt.

My Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

After you went to bed last night, I lay in the living room pondering my morning off today. I thought about how thrilling it would be to have some time off to “myself” and I thought about some fantasies I might use to bring myself to completion (all involving you of course).

I imagined being teased by you. I imagined being touched by you. I imagined being tortured by you. But alas, you would not be here. What was I to do?

My Dog Boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

My Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

My name is Jake.

I’m 18 years old and it’s June 10th, 2018. I only recently have found the joys and pleasures of masturbation. Some might say that I’m chronic, but I just go as many times as I can. I’m tall, about six foot, have brown hair, and I’m on the football team so I’m in pretty good shape.

The idea of bondage, especially chastity really gets me going. I’ve tried self bondage a couple of times and even one time at my grandparents place in the mountains me and my cousins experimented with bondage and even some gay adventures, but that’s another story for another time.

My First Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I stumbled upon self-bondage by accident. I was bored one evening and by my self, looking at websites.I started by looking up erotic stories and one that I had read had self-bondage in it. As I was reading it, I was more turned on than I ever had been ( just by reading a story.)

A couple days went by with my mind just racing with all of these new ideas. I felt like I did on my first date full of excitement and fear. I was starting to think about all the stuff I had in my closet that I could use. I have been into medical braces for a while and started from there. I have also been into erotic enemas. I had never thought those two words would ever be in the same sentence until after the world wide web came to be.

My First Time in Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a master of excuses. I have a long list of excuses I use whenever my family is venturing out for some trip or excursion.

Let me explain.

I am a 19 year old girl and live with my parents and younger brother. Way younger. Like eight years old. Little rodent of a kid, teasing, loud and just won’t leave me alone. Following me around all day long like I am some awesome computer game!

My Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

My Introduction to BDSM Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

My Lessons

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

It was a nice place, one of those sports bars, but not quite to the brass and fern level. The bar was the type of place where you would go with your softball team, or out with your buds for a drink, not the kind of place where the yuppies or bikers hang out.

The menu looked good, so I decided to have some appetizers. The nachos were just arriving when she came in. She had dark blonde shoulder length hair, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She was not drop dead gorgeous, but had the type of looks that would make you keep checking her out.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

No updates are planned at this time.

My name is John Doe.

I know what you’re thinking, “What kind of stupid name is that?” Well…it is stupid, but let me explain. I’m your average unassuming gentleman, but my profession is a bit odd and has certain…rules. I work for a company called “Your Fantasy Getaway” which is sort of a combination of travel agency and fetish club.

My Name is John Doe

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do not intend to update and it is meant as a complete stand alone. A continuation is not out of the realms of the possible.

Loosely based on Pulsing Petra (2005) video from HoG.

My name is John Doe.

My New Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

My Poolside Adventure 2006

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’m an attractive 33 year old woman - blond, 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, full C cup breasts - with an interest in self-bondage inspired, in part, by the stories on this website. I decided to write to you to tell you about an experience I had last August. Everything in here is 100 percent true.

My interest in bondage began when my first serious boyfriend in college and I started using ropes and stuff during sex. We would take turns tying each other to the bed and would spend hours teasing each other, resulting in the most mind-blowing orgasms, or, sometimes when he had me tied up, he would make me orgasm over and over and over. Eventually we began to play with clothespins, but none of our activities were very hardcore and we both switched from the dominant to the sub position.

My Poolside Adventure 2007

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

My Visit to Mistress Catherine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a very long one. It is the continued adventures of an unnamed slave/bottom from the previous stories. Like the others, this story can stand alone. Comments, suggestions for future experiences and the like are welcomed and encouraged.

DISCOVERED

You would think that with the incredible BDSM relationship I have with Domina that I would not be interested in what is available on the Internet. The problem I have run into is ever since we started this great relationship I am constantly hungry for the next best thing. Everything we have done so far has certainly been mind blowing wonderful, but there continues to be a part of me that is yearning for something different.

My Weekend As Her Sex Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

My Wife Has A Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

As so often upon returning home, I paused at the sign at our door: Barbara & Donald McClennard. Even after the 5 years we’ve been married, I still often can’t believe she is “mine” and has taken my name, yet the proof right there, in front of my eyes.

She had music on and hadn’t heard me coming in, so I managed to surprise her in the bedroom (where she had been changing into something casual) and grabbed her around her waist. Quick as she often was, though, she spun around and had me on the bed before I realised the initiative had moved hands.

Nameless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve actually never written anything besides school essays before so constructive criticism would be great. I’m always looking to improve my writing, especially in this manner.

“Well anyways, thanks so much for dropping off these documents, Anne. Have a safe trip home alright?”

“Of course, Dave, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Anne slipped away towards the driveway and with one final wave, Dave closed the door and walked back into his living room. He looked at the clock and saw it was about 6 o clock. Him and Anne had been sitting on the couch in the living room for about an hour having some drinks. Anne was always a great secretary and he enjoyed spending time with her. She had a great sense of humor and was fairly attractive as well

Nancy's Baby Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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…

Naughty Pussies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Never Pick Up Hitchikers

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I don’t know how long I had been driving. It had to be at least 4 or 5 hours. I had taken two weeks off from work and decided to take a road trip. I didn’t know where I was going. I would just drive until I found somewhere interesting to stop at.

I knew I was somewhere on Route 3 in the Adirondack State Park. I loved being out in the middle of nowhere. It was getting late. Eight o’clock at night in November and it was getting really cold outside. I figure it was time to start looking for a hotel.

New Year's Countdown

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hey Everyone! I’ve been reading and enjoying the incredible stories on this site for some time now; I figured it was about time to give back! This is my first published story on here so I hope you enjoy. Your constructive criticism is of course very welcome. Enjoy!

“Alright babe, you ready to go? We don’t want to be late!” she said in excitement to Sir.

It was New Year’s Eve and they were going to a friend’s party, which promised to be unforgettable. Earlier in the evening Sir had laid out a delightfully sexy outfit for her to wear; she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her white lace thong on, followed by matching bra, heels and a brand new white sleeveless Herve Leger bandage dress - the kind that hugged her slim but perfectly curved form in all the right places - which Sir had surprised her with just the day before.

Night of Torture

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Hey, I’m Tom. I’m a 19 year old, Tall, Slim Blonde male. The other day I went to my mates house for the night (He is a 19 year old, tall, slim brunette male). I got to his house at about 3:00pm. It was a hot day so we decided to go to the beach for a swim. We got back to his place at about 6:00pm got some tea and decided to go play the playstation, watch a movie and go to bed.

Ninety Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a short story I wrote while bored a while back. I wanted to experiment a bit, trying to make the writing enhance the story. I love to hear from fans with ideas or feedback, please email me or leave a comment.

Slave was excited. She had been dutifully serving mistress for nearly three years now, preparing food, cleaning and serving her as well as pleasing her sexually when Mistress desired it. It was only six months ago that Mistress had noticed slave’s concentration was beginning to lapse, especially when she had commanded slave to pleasure her. As slave’s lips and tongue worked on her, Mistress noticed slave’s hands were busy under her own skirt, an unnecessary distraction. Slave couldn’t argue when mistress wrapped the chastity belt around her waist, preventing her from releasing her built up frustrations and keeping her focused on the tasks mistress had assigned. In response to her cooperation, and to give her even more reason to behave, Mistress offered slave a deal. Every ninety days, she would evaluate slave’s performance and offer slave the chance to cum if she felt slave deserved it.

No Mercy!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I knew what she was trying to shout, scream, plead and yell at me; it was her safe word - Mercy! But I had had enough of her nonsense and had her so well gagged nothing came out except muffled unintelligible sounds. Then she started humming her other condition red signal. I grinned at her and said I hear you, now shut up!

I was disgusted with her. I would spend a lot of my time planning a bondage scene very carefully and then get in character for it in black leather skirt, matching tightly belted jacket and my Mistress boots with heels THAT high and then before I was half way finished I got the signal to stop. Now what is the use of having code red signals if you don’t immediately react to them? I always had.

No Place Like Home

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tasha walked at a steady pace her stiletto heels clip clopping in perfect rhythm. She hardly glanced at the familiar surroundings, pairs of houses, each slightly different, staring silently back at her. Who knows what secrets lay behind those rose curtains or the bright red door? The lawn that had become overgrown, the house with ever changing brightly coloured hanging baskets, the unmoving caravan, the iron gates that did not quite meet properly. The wall with missing coppice stone. Mr Franklin must have a new car. The twitch of curtains at no 54, that woman really should get a life! Just another street in another town or city?

Not So Perfect Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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!

Not So Worthless

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jenny had been miserable for a long time, she had no self esteem and an eating disorder. The problems had resulted in her become quite the slut on campus. Aside from that she cut herself, her friend Ben tried to convince her to stop and did everything he could to make her see some value in herself. As she walked out of her class she headed for the parking lot.

Nylons & Rubber

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not so much a story as an account of one of my bondage fantasies.

The woman smiles to herself as she prepares her female slave for an evening of erotic bondage. She is a dominatrix and uses her slave not only for her personal pleasure but also as an instrument of sexual stimulation when satisfying her clients. She prefers to think of these as her ‘victims’, men who are prepared to reward her for bringing them to orgasm in the most frustrating scenarios she can imagine.

Off-Key Solo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling.

Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets?

Office Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

How I got into this situation is not all that uncommon. Everyone has needs, desires, wishes and wants. As for me, I’m just a kinky girl looking for her next thrill.

My life had its normal ups and downs, friends, family and of course work. During the week I worked as a network administrator for a small company. I enjoyed the work, but like many one day started to blur into another.

Oh Come On It Will Be Fun!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh come on Rebecca, it will be fun!” stated Katie to her good friend as they stood outside an adult fetish shop.

Rebecca just gave her friend a questioning look.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you won’t find it fun looking and laughing at all the kinky things in there!” Katie said as she grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her through the door.

As they entered the store the strong aroma of leather in the air assailed their noses and they quickly noticed the different clothes, shoes, and toys that were available.

Oh Crap Not Now

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Friday morning and me with no date tonight. That don’t happen often. I decided to indulge in my 2nd favorite pastime. Self-Bondage. I had been thinking of new ways to get myself into tight inescapable fabulous bondage. I don’t use a release anymore since I discovered two of my co-workers Sheri and Lou were into bondage as well.

Whenever I feel the urge I call one or both of them and let them know. I tell them how long I want to suffer. I called Sheri and had to leave her a message. Lou I got and discussed my plans. I wanted about 3 hours. She assured me she or Sheri would check on me.

Oh, What a Weekend!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

On Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve tried a couple of stories before where FictitiousSlave is the main character (A Walking Trip, A Walk to the Summit and FictitiousSlave) but I’ve struggled a little, I think the realism/fantasy have sometimes made them a little tame. I’ve tried to expand a little on real life for this one - events may not have been quite as erotic as I’ve described but I’ll leave you to decide where I’ve exaggerated!

Once a Month

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is a deliberately short cameo story that I wrote with a view to creating a photoshoot to illustrate it at some point in the future. All I need is to find the right (and willing) model

It had been hours, but she was still torn between wanting it to end and never wanting it to end.

She stood, immobile in the corner of the room; her rubber clad body illuminated by a single spotlight that cast a writhing shadow on the wall. The bright, harsh light bounced reflections of her shiny, latex clad head, enclosed in the isolation hood that so cruelly cut her off from the rest of her small world.

One Great Week

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I thought i’d give writing a story a go, i’m thinking of adding more parts, let me know what you think, :D

_Update (10/07/11):* i know i’ve been promising the second part for a while but here it actually is.*

Part 1

A bit of background, I’m a 19 year old, 6’ 3" male university student with light brown hair and glasses, I was always seen as the geek in school and hadn’t had many relationships in the past, and those that I’d had, hadn’t got anywhere, I was visiting home for the Easter break when this happened…

One Kink at a Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader.

It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes.

One Last Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The sequel to Home Furnishings isn’t gelling at all, so I decided to shealve it and give everyone a little short story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

My name is Bob. I moved into the Ten Gables retirement community shortly after my 60th Birthday, and about eighteen months after my wife of thirty-five years passed away. We’d had a good marriage. Our two children were grown and leading their own lives at opposite ends of the country. I spent a few months with my son and his wife in New York after his mother died, and then a few more with my daughter, her husband and my two grandchildren in San Diego. Finally it was time to move on, so I went back home, cleaned out the huge, old house and, since neither of my children were interested in ever moving back to Wichita, put it up for sale.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

One Mistake

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always enjoyed being tied up but I’ve never had anyone to tie me up so I’ve always had to do it myself, but having roommates doesn’t make it easy. I’ve always had to schedule my self-bondage sessions around work and them, and even then I’ve had to keep it simple in case case they came home early. This was the routine for months until one day both roommates announced they were both taking time off work and would be out of town for two weeks. I also had two weeks of vacation time and decided this was the perfect opportunity. This was a dream come true. Two weeks for all the intense self-bondage I could only dream of before.

Online Shopping

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I got home after a long stressful day at work to find my girlfriend on the internet. She seemed embarrassed as she tried to hide the web page. I reached around her busty D sized chest and switched back to the hidden page. I found her looking at an online sex shop. After she stopped pretending to be embarrassed we had a look around the site. There were so many different sex toys and lingerie. After a while we decided to buy a load of stuff. We bought so much that we were forced to go with regular shipping instead of express because we couldn’t afford the extra charge.

Only Submission

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

So Im on a plane to New York. Ive never been to New York before but this would be first time for many other reasons too. This would be my first time meeting my mistress domme . I met her online and had been chatting with her for sometime, everything was fun and enjoyed it and she talked me into flying out. As I get off the plane Im searching looking around for anyone that looks like her. Ive seen pictures but never in person before. She found me. She’s nice and even sexier in person. Casual conversation as we walk out to her car, how was your flight, how are you, ya know. When we get out to the car she turns to me and says “Strip”.

Orgasmic Zone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/17): This is the 3rd revision with a small update. I’m sure it isn’t perfect but comments are welcomed.

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Out for Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always thought waitresses are very on display while waiting tables, naturally my kinky mind started ticking and here’s the result…

strong>Update (2013/01/12): The third (and most likely final part) of my Out for Dinner series. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it!

Part 1

Alice had decided she wanted to take me out for dinner but she had refused to tell me anything about where we were going. A little after seven I arrived by taxi which she promptly directed into the centre of town, I examined my girlfriend as we drove.

Over the Top Self-bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Have you ever been in the mood to play and could not decide what to use? This character could not choose either, and chose everything!

While writing, three endings came to mind. I’d like to know how you like the current one. With enough hints, I might rewrite the story for a different ending.

As I returned to my hotel room, I felt my head singing, my stomach full of butterflies and my loins buzzing.

Owned by the Mother-in-Law

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven.

Part 1

I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey.

Owning the Mayor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Miranda sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.

Paradice Lost

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Paradise Watched

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“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.

Part-Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Patient 2301

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m very interested in reading your comments on this story. Thanks! -Darios

Last session of the weekend. It’s four o’clock in the morning and I’m beat, but I’ve managed to stay awake to monitor 2301 through the peephole in the cell door. My patient has been very still for the past half an hour, and I hope she was able to get some sleep. I like for her to sleep, if only for the sense of disorientation her awakening will give her. So I had given her the opportunity, but the vibrators strapped tightly in place may have prevented any real relaxation on her part. Besides that, sleeping in the straight jacket is none too easy, but I know for a fact that she’s done it in the past.

Paula And Jane Take A Road Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged and NEVER lock someone somewhere they may not be able to breathe.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT.

Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right.

Now on to the story . . . .

I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back.

Paula and Jane's Spread-eagle Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

It had been quite a while since I had the nerve to do anymore self-bondage, after my last escapade.

It was the shock of Jane walking into my house earlier than I had planned to meet her, only for her to find me tied naked and spread-eagled in my hallway, wearing just a hood with attachable gag and blindfold, with my Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator driving me crazy on a timer setting I rigged up for the occasion.

Paula In Chains

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bond and gagged.

However this is a story so if you want to be a do-gooder and state the obvious, DONT. Go and read something elsewhere as that’s your right. Now on to the story . . . .

Now all through my childhood watching the reruns on TV, I have been fascinated about the heroines always getting tied up and gagged and saved by the hero at the last minute, usually from a fate worse than death. Okay, it usually was death, but sometimes the endings went along the lines of being sold to Arab sheiks for their harems; or kidnapped and taken to be the concubine of some evil despot; or the cowboy saving the heroine from the Indians who were riding off with her.

Paula's Continuing Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the continuation of the earlier story Paula’s Modelling Experience. I had intended to finish this story line with the end of the first story but a few people asked me to continue so there is the next story.

_Update (2012/07/12):* Sorry for the delay in the update, but I’ve been quite busy with other thing for a while*

Chapter 1: Awakening to a NEW LIFE

Paula awoke and tried to turn over before realising she was still bound, her hands were encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens. Her wrists were bound with thick leather straps which were in turn attached to the broad leather waist belt of a chastity belt. Her ankles were secured with a pair of steel leg irons separated by an 18 inch chain, she had mercifully been left ungagged for the night, although she was stuffed for and aft under the chastity belt. She rolled over and swung her feet over the side of the narrow cot bed and stood up, as she looked around the room, previous evenings events came flooding back…….

Paula's Modelling Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is the second one I’ve submitted, it started out as a brief outline for a video I had planned but due to time problems it never got made. So I revamped it and turned it into a story. I hope you like it, if so and you want to see more of this one please leave feed back

Pavlov's Dog

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Normally, SNUFF is one of those topics that I don’t care for reading. But ironically, this is the second story with that tag that I’ve posted on this site. “Playing Games” (as those who’ve read the story know) doesn’t actually end in death. I won’t give away the ending of this story, however, I think (like the other) it deal with the topic from an unusual POV.

Personally, I don’t particularly understand the fascination with snuff–which is healthy. lol. But even as a fantasy, I just don’t get it. For me, it just seems like such a waste. To me, the point of kidnapping and torturing a woman would seem to be the gratification of watching her suffer. Obviously, that’s not something I would do myself, but I can at least understand a motivation. But if you’re going to kill her, you’re removing your ability to do that more in the future. That’s sort of like the Ebola virus that kills its victims so rapidly they often don’t have time to spread the disease, which causes the outbreak to falter and not spread very far. In much the same way, “snuff” just seems like fantasy suicide to me.

Payback

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Who, What, Where, Why?

“Well welcome back to the land of the living Jessica.”

I stood in front of the girl as she finished coming out of the drugged stupor and struggled to sit upright on the loveseat. Her wrists, covered in long kid gloves, were crossed and firmly bound behind her back. More white cord around her ankles, just above the black pumps with 4” heels, held her legs together, all very basic, but effective.

Payback on the Thirteenth Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi folks, as with the two previous stories, this story stands on its own, but as it’s set in the same place, but you might want to read the others for some context! Click on my the author name above to find them.

“It’s been way too long my old friend,” thought Alan, as he caressed the padded steel frame. It had been more than a month since he had been able to find time for a session. A combination of awkwardly timed shifts behind the hotel bar, and the hectic work leaving him over-tired meant that indulging his own passions was the last thing on his mind. After a while though, the itch to tie himself up became impossible to ignore.

Perfect Fit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The reflection in the mirror was quite different than what Pam had expected. She had thought that she would look slutty, or more to the point, foolish. But the outfit was far from that.

Pam slid her hands over the form-fitting latex outfit. She was surprised that every inch of her skin; every curve, was embraced by the black material. It was quite tight too, giving the impression that she was made of rubber, rather than just wearing a costume.

Personal Trainer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.

Chapter 1

Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain.

PETS, Inc.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Swirling images. Dark. Silence. Daytime? Nighttime? Should I be somewhere?

Eyes, opening. Darkness still.

It must still be early morning, she thought to herself. Plenty of time to sleep, to rest, to …

That dream! She could only recall bits of it, fragments of memory as if it took place eons ago, the way dream memories usually are. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the images that floated behind her closed lids and drift back to the sleep from which she had awoken.

Phoenix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: When a young woman buys a wooden trunk from a charity shop her life will never be the same again and events will take her to the edge of sanity. The story begins slowly but please persevere. The setting is in the same “universe” as my story “The Model Worker” but this is a standalone piece and can be read independently. I hope you get as much pleasure from reading it as I did writing it. As ever any constructive criticism is happily received. This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction and any similarities to real people or places is purely coincidental.

Piggy's Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Have you been in my room?” Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational. The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face.

Janice looked at her tenant and laughed. “Why in the world would I want to go in there? I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu.”

Plain Stories

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Let me introduce myself. My name is Anne, I’m in my early thirties, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 34C-26-36 – not too shabby, even if I say so myself. I live in a pretty cottage – the result of 10 years’ hard graft in the computer industry and a messy divorce – in a small village right next to Salisbury Plain which, for those of you not from England, is a huge area of chalk downland owned by the Ministry of Defence and used about a third of the year for army manoeuvres and artillery firing. The rest of the time it’s an enormous playground for the public.

Plastic Fun

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Bob was on his way home from work, a hard day it was with his feet killing him. He just missed the green light and had to make a quick stop, so he slammed on the brakes. Sitting there all frustrated and hot, he glances over and notices a big car pull up next to him, he glances inside and Bob spy’s three young beautiful looking women, and all three happen to be staring at him smiling. This of course cheers Bob up quickly. The driver he notices licks her lips while staring at him seductively, right there Bob begins to feel his hardness in his pants swell. So the light turns green and Bob feels that was what he needed to cheer him up, in was otherwise a real shitty day.

Playtime for Emily

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emily’s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer’s day and since she hadn’t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn’t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers.

Plea Bargain

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Alright doll face let me get this straight; your not a hooker. You got lost in the red light district on your way to a costume party, which is why your dressed like a hooker. You stopped for directions and someone snatched your purse; so you propositioned an undercover detective for a ride.”

“It sounds a lot worse when you say it officer. You might as well lets say, I’ve heard them all,” Laura Schwartz said.

Plumber's Tape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another episode from my life of self bondage. This is a very recent session (in fact it is only a week old by the time of writing).

I do my best to ensure quality, but I am Danish and not familiar with every nook and cranny of English grammatics and syntax.

I get confused with subtle differences between US and UK English, so bear with me. Enjoy the story (or not) and please overlook any spelling mistakes. Present tense and past tense problems are just that - problems.

Poker Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am very active in Second Life and have several novella length fetish fiction stories available there. So if you enjoyed this come into SL and say hi. Katrinka Karu!!

Chapter 1

Jill laid her cards on the table with a sly smile. “Flush.”

Victoria’s face sank and Jill grinned as she reached for the poker chips. A quite a lot of poker chips since she’d bet everything she had on the flush.

Ponyfarm

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story got written some years back. But I only published it online on one other site so I hope you don’t mind it is a repost. And I did some slight editing before submitting it here that I hope improve reading.

The two girls haven’t had any use for their eyes for a long time. Each had her head strictly packed in a leather hood with padded flaps covering both eyes and ears. The only part of their faces that could be seen were the nose that had been pierced by a thick metal ring and part of the chin.

Practice Makes Perfect

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A while ago my girlfriend made a shocking discovery. Natalya decided that it would be nice to surprise me and take me out to dinner, but she wanted it to be a special event wanted the whole evening planned out and do something nice for me. Natalya opened the door (having the key) and walked though the door. There before me I saw my beautiful girlfriend in a stunning black dress, long blond hair flowing down her back and calling my name in the wonderful Russian accent of her.

Praying for Daylight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Selene’s arm slides off Tephra’s taut stomach, the motion awakening both of them from their post-coital snooze. Selene then tries to untangle herself from Tephra and the sheets, only to be gently pulled back into Tephra’s handcuffed arms.

“Teph, I gotta get going. The taxi’ll be here in an hour.”

Tephra looks up with pouting deep green eyes and Selene is tempted to take another spin with her on the now soggy sheets.

Predator and Prey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

*It began with the advert in the contact section of one of the more popular fetish magazines.

Male submissive, rubber fetishist required by demanding

dominatrix. Serious applicants only. Must be healthy and

willing to undergo extensive and rigorous training in rubber*

immersion and submissive slavery. Box 4994 Since an early age this had been his ultimate fantasy. He’d spend endless hours fantasising about being overpowered by an imperious domina and forced to serve her. He was now financially independent, but still alone and frustrated. Finally he decided to pluck up courage. There followed lengthy, detailed and intimate correspondence. He was aware that there were a lot of fakes out there - call girls and the like. He became nervous at the length and extent of Madame Isabel’s questions. She wanted to know everything about him; his personal and medical history, his financial status, his rubber wardrobe and his rubber experiences and fantasies. He opened up over time, and she was understanding, for as she explained she too had to be careful. But he learned little of her in their email correspondence, while he emailed his life story to her.

Preparation is the Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Prick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I originally intended Kitsune to be a short piece, but in the comments there was some interest in what came next. As the fates would have it, I found I hadn’t explored it adequately enough either, so here’s a sequel of sorts with the perspective swapped. Disclaimer that I continued with the rather dark tone of Kitsune, and I again left it open ended. So whatever fate you envision for our protagonist will be the one she faces; it’s a rather somber and exhausting story for me to return to despite how much fun it was to write. I await your responses, until then I’ll be recovering with kitty gifs on reddit.

Pride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jon walks down the hall of his local college, looking a bit nervous. He’s always been shy and never comfortable being around so many people. Going to his next class as he sees her out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, at this beautiful, tall, blonde, blue eyed girl. He couldn’t figure out, what made him desire her so much. Always smiling, making him feel comfortable, each time he sees her. If it wasn’t for being so shy, he’d already asked her out, doing it in his head about a hundred times. The question being, could he survive if she rejects him? Could they be friends? Only talking to her in passing. Coming up with ways to ask her out, but never having the nerve. Needing just that push to break the ice.

Problems of a Chastity Belt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John.

She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table.

John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it.

“It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?”

Prom Night Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stephen barely knew Sarah; every day from one side of the hallway at school he would watch her, always staying hidden. She was beautiful with flowing red hair and sensuous curves. Stephen never thought he had a chance despite his own good looks. When Sarah dumped her boyfriend a week before prom, Stephen knew he had one chance to get a date with her. With as much charm and confidence as he could manage, he asked her to the prom and she gleefully accepted.

Property of Mistress Savannah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

The day Lee Harvey had feared for months and months had finally come. As a result of a takeover by a larger competitor the entire workforce of FlexiTech had been made redundant. He was a member of that workforce. A group of FlexiTech employees decided to have a night out to drown their sorrows and he decided to join them. It was during that night out, whilst the group was walking from one pub to the next, that a rich and powerful Asian business woman encountered them on the way back from her office.

Punishment for Burgler

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn’t know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn’t know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him.

Punishment For Their Crimes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Second part of a saga. It has kept going, and I wanted to post this part far to get some more feed back. Let me what you think of it so far.

This is a continuation of “Busted by Max” and if you might want to read it if you want to fully understand the situation. I will warn you this is long. Please forgive my spelling and grammar errors. I only survived English in school. Please leave you comments as well to let me know how you think the rest of the story should progress.

Queen of Thorns

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

“Oh shit” she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

Race Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There wasn’t a club like this at my university (at least not that I was invited to)… a real shame I feel!

“Come on Jenny we’re going to be late!”

We weren’t, we had half an hour before the taxi was due but Claire was as excited as a kid at Christmas. She’d been dressed for hours, her make-up had been perfected before I’d even selected my dress. Admittedly it wasn’t every day you were invited to the Principal club. Formed in the early days of the university the club brought together the best, brightest and richest of the students on campus. Founded by early members who had gone on to make their millions the club was the social elite, few people even knew of it’s existence. Membership was by invitation only and they were extremely selective of their guests.

Rachael's Abduction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The mall was fairly busy when Rachael strolled in. It was Friday afternoon, and school had just let out for spring break. She wasn’t sure what she was shopping for; it just felt good to get away from classes and indulge in a little “me” time. She strolled down the walkway, checking out the various window displays. She didn’t notice the figure about 20 yards behind, following her every move.

Rachael's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Rachael’s Abduction, which should be read before reading this story.

Chapter 1

Brad couldn’t believe what a turnaround his life had taken in the past 24 hours: yesterday, he was a slave master; today, he was an owned slave! He just knew that he couldn’t survive being locked up with who knows who for a cellmate; constantly at risk for a beating or rape. At least with these two, they might be inclined to go easy on him, or even forgive him after he demonstrated repentance. Also, he had a much better chance of escaping here than if he were in prison.

Racheal's Slave Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress Racheal spends a week as slave

Part 1

It was a lovely summer day at the end of June and Racheal went to her office after enjoying her hot breakfast. She turned on her computer and checked her emails. She shook with fear as she saw an email from Mark. Mark was her Master and had also trained her as a Dominatrix. As she opened the email she saw the invite for her to spend the next week at his home. She knew this was really a command for her to spend a week as his slave, which she had agreed to spend each year, when he requested it. Racheal smiled as she remembered how much she enjoyed being his slave and making love with his lovely wife Cheryl.

Rachel's Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(This is a follow-on to Lazy Winter Afternoon. It’ll make sense without it, but it’d probably be better if you read that first)

In the wee hours of the following Saturday’s morning, she crept around the house. As stealthily as she could, dressed only in her ankle socks, panties and a camisole, that she slept in, she organized the stuff she’d need. Four of her best bondage scarves hung over her shoulder, and she had another couple tucked into the waistband, if she needed them. She also grabbed a roll of duct tape she’d bought and hidden, and a vibrator that she’d bought off the Internet, that had just come in that day. She tiptoed along the corridor that separated their two rooms, her socked feet making almost no sound as she padded along the polished floorboards.

Rain Dance

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Two deluded lesbians persue a unique savior complex

It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest. Drug addicts, prostitutes, wannabe gangsters, we have it all here.

Yes indeed, Seattle Washington. The end of the line for many. Why is it the down and out always ended up going north? I mean ya get thrown out of LA, ya move to San Francisco, from there Portland, from there right here.

Rainy Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was one of those rainy days when she just didn’t want to leave the house. Ella heard the rain before she opened her eyes, and then her roommate Sam knocked on her bedroom door. “Hey, I’m heading out to Newbury Street. I’ll be back later tonight!” Ella relaxed and wanted to drift back to sleep, but grasping she was now awake; got up, brushed her teeth and went to grab some breakfast.

Ratchet Elbow Tie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I have a common problem. No one to tie me up. Naturally, I do it myself, when the opportunity presents itself, namely, having some time completely alone. Since no one knows about my “hobby”, I have to be very careful. I really don’t want anyone finding out about this because of my postion in the community, social situation, etc. Anyway, I’ve been doing this for many years evading discovery and being very careful not to get myself into situations that I can’t get out of.

Re-educating The Scold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Amanda and I have been seeing each other pretty steadily for at least eighteen months. We have never formally moved in together, but we have spent a lot of time at each others’ places - usually mine, since I have a house that has a lot more space and privacy than Amanda’s tiny apartment.

At first the relationship was really good. Physically, she’s a knockout - petite, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a trim body with breasts just big enough to make an inviting handful but not big enough to have any droop. We have tastes - in music, in films, in outdoor activities – that overlap enough to make our lives compatible without being so much the same that it would be boring. She seemed to enjoy my company, my conversation, our shared activities, and most of all, our sex life. She loved fucking me, and could come three or four times in a row seemingly without effort. She could always nudge me into some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

Read Directions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit.

Real Life Restraint: Rachael

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fiction. It is a true account. It is 100% factual.

In my previous tale “Real life restraint” I recounted the true story of my first bondage experience and of the lady who allowed me to tie her. (Search my name to find it). In the closing paragraph I mentioned another girl from later in my life who I shared my first anal sex experience with. I have had requests to explain who she was. So this is the story of Rachael and of my journey into anal sex. This will be a difficult story for me to tell as I have to admit a few things I am ashamed of.

Reality Television Star

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Amanda Night left the party like she had left almost every party since she had turned 13, completely drunk and wasted. She refused the offer of a ride home, telling anyone that would listen to her slurred words that she could drive better drunk than any of them could sober. No one believed her, as it was a well known fact that she was facing serious jail time for multiple drunk driving infractions, including an injury accident that promised at least a year in jail. She had not been expressly invited to the party, but she was a part of some reality show on one of the millions of channels on the tube and as such was always privy to whatever parties were happening. The network that broadcast her series secretly made every effort to get her into every Hollywood social setting it could, since her being drunk and spoiled and slutty were what made her show the minor hit it was. So no one tried to stop her when she slid behind her moms late model BMW, and screeched off. It was one of the few nights in the last few months where there wasn’t a camera crew following closely behind her, and that lack of supervision was about to cost her everything. She pulled out of the long driveway, and a bit confused about where she was, immediately took a wrong turn. Even in her inebriated state she knew right away that the scenery was all wrong. She was feeling sick to her stomach and just wanted to lie down for a couple minutes, when a turn came up too quickly for her dulled senses to compensate for. The car went straight over a mail box, then planted itself into a hedge, with Amanda shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt. She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions that dotted this side of the hills of Hollywood. Groggily she opened the door and threw up, barely able to keep herself from falling into her own sick. She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Someone was coming towards her from the house, and Amanda waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and fix things. A slender, late middle aged woman appeared in front of Amanda.

Rebecca Childs

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Do I really want to do this?

Or do I have another choice?

Not really – if I don’t want to ruin my career – what might happen anyway.

While I’m dressing myself to meet my fate in the park my thoughts are lingering back to the Friday night a week ago when the whole misery began.

Well, it didn’t really begin there because my involvement in self-bondage has been going on for a long time.

Relic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tempest Bannister was close, she could sense it. Months of research through dusty libraries was about to pay off. She’d heard rumors of hidden vaults among the old Moorish ruins in the Highlands, but bit by bit, she’d pieced together information that told her that these were more than just folklore.

Tempest was more adventurer than archeologist. Rather like Lara Croft (Though she thought of that character as a mere amateur, in addition to being a work of fiction). She’d always been fascinated by items from the distant past. After receiving her degree in the field, she’d either been lucky enough or talented enough to make several remarkable discoveries. She preferred to think of it as the latter.

Remaining Flexible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

9-4-8-7

Kira Petrova pressed the numbers in order and the lockbox unlatched to reveal the key within. She inserted the key into the front door and opened it. With a garment bag over one shoulder, she dragged her duffel in behind her as she switched on the lights. She surveyed what would be her new home for the next several months, and hopefully longer.

The house was is better condition than she expected. When Cirque informed her that they recently purchased it from a fraternity, she thought it would be in some advanced state of disrepair, but it appeared to be in fine condition. She should know by now - Cirque are professionals. They expedited her work visa with impressive speed, there should be no reason to think they would house their performers in substandard conditions. The house was near UNLV, which made it conveniently close to the Las Vegas Strip, where she would be performing nightly in their new show.

Remarkable Afternoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Something I wrote a while back for another site. Thought I’d share

On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have said yes. This experience has turned out to be much more than what I expected. The amazing combination of discomfort- muscles and joints pulled into places where they don’t belong- and the tightness is almost too much.

My body is completely invaded… My mouth is open enough to breathe, though the hood blocks all but muffled sounds. I can’t speak because my face feels constricted, pressed tight all around by the delicious leather. The inescapable smell is enough to send me to the brink of orgasm.

Remote Control

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The majority of this story is true—I was directed by Mistress Jennifer to write her a story that very closely mirrored our relationship. The Dream Lover element is fiction, but she assures me that she plans on making it happen :).

Part One

The alarm clock rang and a hand appeared out from under the blankets and after 4 failed attempts was able to hit the “off” button. The hand belonged to Jennifer and the scene looked no different than that played out in millions of bedrooms at 7:00AM on a Wednesday—someone reluctantly getting up for work after a long night. Jennifer started to rub her eyes when she suddenly seemed to have remembered something important. She quickly hopped out of bed, ran over to her desk and hit some random keys until her screen began to glow and come to life.

Replacement for Rosalita

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I am very active in Second Life and have several novella length fetish fiction stories available there. So if you enjoyed this come into SL and say hi. Katrinka Karu!!

Chapter 1

Chloe heard the staccato clicks of heels outside of her apartment and couldn’t resist hurrying to the door’s peephole to have a look.

The building catered to wealthy, single patrons – the very reason Chloe chose it. Still single at thirty-something, she hoped to parlay her wealth and attractiveness into a long-term relationship. Unfortunately, the only other tenant on this floor was Mr. Jenkins, and while he was an attractive candidate, he seemed both reclusive and standoffish. She’d only spoken with him twice, and he seemed uninterested in her attentions.

Resale Shop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome, as are story ideas and possibly requests.

Chapter One

The creaky uneven wood floors make a staccato counterpoint to the click of her heels as she crossed the room. Dim shadows and whispers of passing cars on the snow-covered street add to the feeling of being alone and helpless. A few hours ago several customers had sorted through the racks of second hand clothing, but the doors were locked now and the old building had only one inhabitant.

Return to Sender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Frank had been mystified by the phone call. He had not heard from Donna for nearly a year since they had split up and here she was cooing down the phone at him, asking him to call round. Weird!

They had had a tempestuous relationship. Donna was a demanding person in more senses of the word than one and Frank had finally been thrown out on his ear, with his suitcase of possessions not far behind, when Donna had found out about his little friendship with a girlfriend of Donna’s. So this sudden proffering of friendship made Frank a little suspicious. Still, what the hell, he got a hard-on just thinking about Donna. She was a sexy little minx and she milked a man something wicked.

Revenge Gone Wrong

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman tries to take revenge for being bullied at work. Thanks to Mrhungry for proof reading and editing this story. And for his help in improving my writing.

As with all writers I thrive on feedback so please comment and let me know what you think, good or bad, but if you don’t like it please let me know why. I also welcome E-mails at Graymangazer@hotmail.co.uk I will always answer.

Rita: A Different Kind of Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a multi-part story starring Rita - a young woman leaving home and coming to a big city alone. Being shy and somehow introvert, she still enjoys sexual activities, but mostly on her own. Her life takes a huge change when she runs across the newest innovation of the fetish sex-toy industry - a device that promises a different kind of pleasure…

Chapter 1

I had always been a rather shy girl. My parents tended to be very protective, most likely because I was their only child. I was also said to be calm and well-behaving. Being of very slim build and slightly pale skin I did not attract too much attention: not from my classmates, friends or teachers. We lived in a small town and our house was on the countryside. My father had a good job and money was never a problem. I had my own room, but since my mother was at home most of the time I did not really have a lot of privacy. When my sexuality started to develop and I found out about masturbation I had to be very careful not to be surprised by her. She had a habit of coming into my room without knocking and bringing some clothes or whatever. This led to some situations where I was nearly caught in an embarrassing situation.

Road Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: This story may be continued. If you would like to see more post a comment saying so, and don’t forget to rate!

Capture

He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they’d be getting across the border sooner than they’d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he’d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen’s boyfriend.

Road Trip Tease

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jackie and I had made plans to go to Amish country for the weekend together. We had dated several times and been intimate. We talked a great deal about our mutual love for bondage but had only used handcuffs a couple of times. Nothing heavy.

I had booked a resort hotel in the country. Very beautiful in the fall of the year. Lots of culture, scenery and a relaxing atmosphere. We were leaving from work at noon on Thursday. I drove her to work to save the hassle of 2 cars. She left her quite large and heavy suitcase in my car. As we departed I reminded her of my challenge to her. You will set the mood of the weekend with your outfit for the trip I reminded her as I kissed her at the door of her office. Don’t worry I’ve got it covered she replied and we separated. All morning long I was very tempted to go out to the car and peek in that huge suitcase of hers but resisted.

Rocky

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is a story about a woman who buys one of these early-model male sex robots, before all the kinks in its artificial intelligence have been ironed out. I tried to make everything physically possible with the current hardware technology, but I surely took some liberties with the limits of the current AI software technology. Thanks as always to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for editing.

A New Jersey company says it has developed “the world’s first sex robot,” a life-size rubber doll that’s designed to engage the owner with conversation rather than lifelike movement. -Huffington Post, January 10, 2010

Roped In For The Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at posting a story so any constructive suggestions are welcomed. It’s about a fantasy of mine. Names have been changed to protect the guilty!

_Update (2013/05/19):* Sorry for the long delay between updates. Please let me know what you think of the story by either leaving a comment or sending me an e-mail. Gabriella*

Chapter 1

My field of view was dominated by a cock. It was a quite magnificent one, of a size that would fill me to my limit. I’d been in a bit of dry spell in terms of lovers and hadn’t seen a real penis in ages. The skin on the head was stretched tightly at the end of an erection. Veins stood out along the pink skin of the shaft. The whole penis wavered slightly in front of my face as if probing for my mouth. I wanted to reach up, wrap my hand around the thick rod and stroke it gently while guiding it into my parted lips. But thick coils of tightly tied ropes pinioning my arms securely behind my back prevented this. The bindings had been put there by Ingrid, my room mate from university days.

Rubber Doll

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is fantasy but is based in part upon various personal experiences.

I open my eyes in the small hotel bedroom and everything seems the same as usual. But then the events of last night flood back into memory and I realise how drastically my world has changed. Yesterday I was a fairly average straight guy (okay, I liked to dress as a sexy woman now and again, and I’ve always enjoyed bondage, but nothing too kinky); today I don’t know what I am! I admit that I have on occasion wondered if I might be bisexual, but hadn’t put it to the test before last night!

Running Free

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a little fantasy of my own…

Part 1 - Running Free

My morning chore today was to clean the bathroom, which I don’t think has ever been cleaned before today. It was taking me forever to finish scrubbing the stains off the floor. Yet, I managed to turn the toilet white again, scrubbed the soap residue from the tub walls, and removed the hair out of the sink. That’s when it happened. While standing at the sink, I saw my face in the mirror. I have not seen my reflection in so long, and I was in shock of how sickly I looked. My hair was so thin, probably from all the pulling and yanking. I must have lost over 40 pounds, and my skin was so pale and flushed. I was in shock because this is not the face that I remember.

Sabina

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - The Domme!

The bright red polish on my nails was easily visible through the tight, clear latex covering my fingers. Moisture on the tips of the glove glistened in the flickering firelight as I slowly lowered my hand again to continue its feathery light touches along the pouting lips of her vagina.

The sound of whimpering escaped passed the gag packed between her teeth and covered by the wide leather head strap. With my left hand I gently rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger watching carefully as her body started to tense up then I stopped, removed both hands, and sat back.

Sam's Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First bondage story that I’ve written (and had the courage to post). Hopefully the first of a series. Maybe. Enjoy! :)

Another day of vacation gone by, Samantha thought as she continued wandering through the lush, green countryside of Tamriel. A world of tremendous beauty offset by the heavy daedric armor her character wore. She had just pilfered one of the scores of dungeons scattered throughout the game’s massive landscape. This dungeon was unique in that it contained two bands of enemies who were not predictably aligned to kill her player-avatar. That’s what she liked about Oblivion; not all the enemy factions hate just you. Bandits, thieving violent gangs, strapped with light armor, who would always attack the player on-sight, were off-set by the marauders; heavily armored warriors more interested in plunder. They both hated the player in the game, but they loathed each other even more. In this scripted dungeon one band of each faction was placed across a flooded dungeon floor and would attack each other until one side stood no more.

Samantha: Farm Girl To Ponygirl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it.

Sandra and Marcus

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sandra and Marcus are a happy couple that sometimes play bdsm games. The first chapter is about enema and a trip in the wood. This time Sandra does as she is told. And obeys commands implicitly given by a remote control dildo. In Chapter 2 they change roles, but not quite: Marcus shall obey Sandra, but she sets the rules and determines the scene.

Chapter 1. A walk in the woods

Sandy Gets Trapped

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Sandy and I had dated for five years. She loved to play bondage games. When we first met, I did not think she was into such things. She was from a small town down south. She always attended church with her family and was real shy. After we met, we started dating and we decided to move in together. That’s when I found out about her wild side.

Satine the Dom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Satine was the most desired, most well compensated professional dominatrix in all of New York City. This was for a very good reason, as she was close to six feet tall, with long, straight fire red hair, massive, firm and natural tits, and a serious sadistic streak that she loved using on wealthy perverts.

Bob Eastwick was a wealthy pervert, except his tastes ran towards dominating women, not being dominated by them. He had noticed Satine over a year before, and had worked constantly over that time to find out everything about her. He knew that she genuinely hated men, that she worked in an upscale brothel located in a Soho, that she was fabulously wealthy with her lifestyle, and most importantly that she lived out on Long Island, in a large, ocean front house, with an assortment of women coming and going in her life. That discovery of her house, and also of her real name, (The not nearly as exotic Jennifer Monroe) allowed Eastwick to plot his obsession. To kidnap and take Satine and keep her as a bondage sex slave for as long as she remained beautiful.

SAX Demo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

With each wrist and ankle strapped to the pillars on both sides and the high heavy collar on my neck I could not move enough to see my own feet or hands. Dressed in a black nylon fishnet body stocking, leather bra and panties to match I made a fetching sight. It was an unusual demonstration assignment in this up scale bondage store.

When the training gag went in my mouth and the blindfold covered my eyes, I began to think that anyone, customer, employee could walk up feel, molest, even rape me and there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes, I began to imagine how they would violate me and even hoped they might at least caress my breasts and legs, just a little. They announced that the store was open. Gawd, strangers would be walking up to me to get a close look! I began to panic from humiliation.

Scene Play Continues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Continuation of a switch relationship during scene play. Sorry this is longer than I normally like but could not leave anything else out. Thank you for reading and hope you all enjoy. I currently have no desire for further scene play but I think that will pass in time. I read all comments.

Full story (added: )

Category: N/A Codes: F-m, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Bondage, Extreme, Suspension, Analplay, Violent, Tricked, Crossdressing.

Sci-Club-Fi Bondage Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :)

_Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.*

Part 1

Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently.

Science Project

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She couldn’t feel her knees at the moment, pressed hard onto the hard surface of the table. They were numb, tired of the constant pressure. She actually wished they still hurt. It would have made it a little easier for her to maintain her position if she were more aware of all her body parts.

Mentally, yes, she was pretty damned aware of her body, if not so much physically. And she was getting plenty of other distress signals from other nerve endings. Why did they bother, sending her those “move me, stretch me, relieve me!” messages, didn’t they understand how pointless it was? And how relatively unimportant it was, compared with what was coming?

Screwy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I am inventor.” He said dramatically

Michelle was not impressed. To her it was nearly as corny as “Would you like to see my etchings?” She knew he worked, they shared the same office building. Brendan lived alone, that much was certain. No woman would be able to stand living in a place like this. Admittedly it looked clean and reasonably cared for but there was no organization, discarded tools lying every where, the books were not in any order on the book shelf and there were several teetering stacks of videos either side of the television. She had known him on and off for years, but they had never got together until now. He had wooed her slowly taking her out and showering her with gifts. This was the first time she had ever been in his home and she did not know what to expect.

Seagull

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I admit it, I’m horrible at meeting men. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but they never last. Most of them turn out to be creepy slobs, and I regret ever giving them the time of day. Not to pass up an opportunity to find “Mr. Loveable”, I checked out the internet scene. Months went by with only my many failed attempts to show for my efforts. Everyone seemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even asked me my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I started chatting with a local guy who called himself “Seagull”. He seemed pretty exciting. In not too long, we got wonderfully hot and heavy through Instant Messenger. He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, which I acted out. As I was bound and waiting for my release mechanism, he would text to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wanted to get to know him so much better. After a lot of cajoling, I finally managed to convince him to meet, but he wanted it to be perfect, just as he envisioned it. His terms were that:

Searching for Enlightenment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared.

Chapter 1

[How is Starts]

She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t!

Searching For My Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I know you are out there, my love: you who are that ideal fantasy woman, you who are my erotic dream, my erotic counterpart; you who match the depths of my esoteric sensual nature, you who are my tight-laced vision of loveliness; you who eagerly meet my desires with all of the sensual gracefulness of my sensuous goddess; you who take my breath away with the depths of your heady desires and your willingness, nay rather, your intense need to submit to the dark garden of overflowing erotic emotion, that which is your all consuming passion, the flower of rapture, and that which will make you whole.

Securing Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand.

I said, “You look like you’ve used those before.”

She smiled. “They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in them then. It was fun, but that was as kinky as it got.”

Wow. When I invited Sarah up to see my shop, I had no idea she was into this stuff. I wanted to find out more, but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I proceeded with caution. “Well look around anything else. Try something on if you like.”

Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Self bondage can be addictive, or so I am told. I have been experimenting for several months now and generally laugh at the documented misfortunes of others; perhaps not a good idea as God, fate or what ever will usually pay you back.

I had set a time and date in my head which had had to be changed several times due to my family not being where they should have been. After reading quite a few stories I “borrowed” pieces from some and planned my session. Working on the 5 “P” principles, Poor Planning makes for Piss Poor Performance I tried each piece of equipment, modifying their use as I went along.

Self Bondage Nightmare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I am a small girl, 5'4’’ and 100 lbs, with long legs and ample breasts, a shaved virgin pussy 22 years old and live in a small town in Illinois. My name is Megan, and we keep it at that for now.

I have been interested in self-bondage for as long as I can remember, and once in awhile I like to have a little bondage time to myself. I make situations that I cannot get out of for a long time, literally forcing my self into bondage for some time. Usually I am “spending the weekend with some friends”, but I am really in an old barn that is not in use, down by a creek on my families property. I found it with some friends, but they forgot it instantly. I have made it livable, scrounging up a bed, refrigerator and some little things. Once over spring break at age 19, I spent 3 days hog- tied. I was in there, and had set a timer to turn of the lights in the day and close the blinds on the windows during the day, so had to wait 3 days for enough moonlight to undo the combination that bound me.

Self Bondage Stalker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was a self bondage addict. She was obsessed with tying herself up as tightly and as cruelly and she could and as often as she could. Every rope, strap and gag was applied just as tight as she could stand, sometimes more than she could stand. She loved every second of her self imposed torments and I loved to watch her do it. She was a gorgeous woman a dream come true for any red blooded heterosexual man. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown not quite black, which contrasted perfectly with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. Large mouth with luscious full lips. She stood about 5’ 6" in her bare feet with long legs. Large breasts, but not too large, just the right size to bind and torment. Her ass was amazing, nice and round further accentuated by her tiny waist. For years I secretly watched her tie herself up in more and more elaborate ways. She was very creative, very masochistic and cruel to herself. This time I could not resist I decided it was time to make myself known, she was never going to forget this night that was for sure.

Self Mummification Takes Turn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first half of the story is real!

It was a free weekend all to me and I haven’t enjoyed self mummification in a long time. I first learned how to do it reading various tutorials online while putting some of my own twist on how to do it. The first time I did it I ended up with tape residue all over my body that took a long time to remove, a day to completely remove.

Selfie (a.k.a. Rogue Tie)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You are always so good at making lists, Becca!

This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my name. Just as quick as with making list-related compliments.

Seperate Vacation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Maxine’s libido was crammed into full gear as she pulled her rental car into the parking lot of the Tranquility Bay Motor Lodge. It resembled the seemingly hundreds of hotels along Myrtle Beach, with it’s white and turquoise paint scheme and it’s neon name embraced by a crashing wave. It wasn’t the Hilton but it was where Dan was staying.

She had met Dan online a few month’s ago in a chat room. It was a BDSM room and there were lots of subs and doms flirting, telling jokes and making their connections. Maxine had been lurking there for a few weeks and finally got up nerve to add her own comments. Dan responded and soon they were sending each other private messages. The relationship blossomed to e-mails and instant message sessions and finally to meeting each other for a bondage tryst.

Service Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jessica struggled a long time before sagging in her bonds. The bedroom darkened by degrees as the sun set outside her window. She sighed into her sopping gag.

Her arousal made her aware of every sensation: The tight cord squeezing each bulging breast, the ache of her widely stretched legs and of course the unremitting rope, hard as steel, that burrowed into her pussy. She longed to scratch the many itches that were driving her to distraction. She still felt the bite of the lash across her generous haunches. Jessica hung her head as the day’s events unfolded in her mind once more.

Servitude

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

Seven Short Stories

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. First time

(NOTE: This is pretty much a true story based on my first time with a Pro-Domme.)

It was Jarrod’s first time with a dominatrix. Tall mean woman of various races hurting and humiliating him was the basis of his masturbatory fantasies since he was just a kid. He didn’t know the source of this desire; it was just part of him. At 24 he finally had worked up the courage to visit a Femdom studio. He had planned it for a week. He lived in the suburbs surrounding a large Midwest city that offered him several choices. It took him a while to select one. Each had a website, each featured photos of beautiful dominant woman, scary but cool looking dungeons and list of available services. He had nervously called each establishment and inquired about the price. And after much internal conflict he made his decision. He called the day before and made an appointment for noon. He took the day off from work. He had checked out the building on Google map. It was in a light industrial neighborhood. There was a parking lot a block away. He arrived an hour early and parked there. He was sure the attendant, and everyone he passed, knew he was on his way to perform perverted sex. At exactly noon he rang the bell for the 7th floor apartment. A female voice said:

Sex Slave Blue Eyes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I can see your hard cock trying to break free of my black lace panties, the thin material between your arse cheeks looks so sexy! On your knees infront of me, i clip chains onto your nipple rings and pull you towards me.

“Tonight bitch, you are mine, you are mine to use and abuse as i see fit and there is nothing you can do about it. You will serve me to MY standards. Do you understand?”

Sex Slave to a Stewardess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - V for Vanessa

While bound to the bed, enduring another interminable wait for the woman to return for more oral pleasures, I reflected back on the improbable sequence of events that led to this latest predicament. For as long as I could remember, I had desires to be tied up and dominated in bed by women. These desires continued through a couple of decades of a dull marriage and became stronger than ever once released from my matrimonial bonds. Frequent business travel provided an opportunity to live out some of those fantasies. A trip one fateful summer evening set in motion a sequence of events that forever changed my life.

Sexolympics 2012

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves.

SG Claire's Interrogation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story takes place in the BDSM-rich universe of www.callmeplisskin.com. It was originally written for him as part of a trade, involving his characters, and is being posted here with his permission.

Chapter 1

“Wakey wakey, Claire! Time to rise and shine!”

Coming to, Claire blinked in the harsh, bright light. As she sat up, she realized that, once again, she was naked, bound, and gagged. Her captors approached, a pair of maids she immediately recognized. As the penis gag was removed from her mouth, Claire sighed, “Not you two again.”

Shadow's Auction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there’s interest in future installments, I’ll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow

Part 1

Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn’t touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn’t tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage.

Shameful in Eaton

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This is difficult for me to talk about but my first true self bondage experience is something that I, unfortunately, will never forget.

Not a lot happens in Eaton, it’s a small town in southwestern Ohio that you might miss if you blink too fast. I had just graduated high school three months prior and was working at Mary’s Coffee. Mary’s proximity to the town square, courthouse and local newspaper meant that I got to know most of the residents fairly well, from Sheriff Rouscher who used to come to our school and teach criminal justice to Jean Marie who worked with my mother at the courthouse probate office to Agatha and Charlotte Ray, twin sisters, almost in their 80’s now, who would stop by for hot chocolate and wheat muffins almost every night before church.

Shannon's Descent into Slavery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a work of sexual fantasy. In no way does the author support the ugly reality of human trafficking. Everyone in this story is a work of fiction.

This is my first attempt at a short story. Despite being my first language, English is not my forte so pardon my many grammatical errors. This isn’t the sort of story that I can ask those that know me personally to proof read. To be honest, it makes me wince a little to read. Not because of the dark sexual content but just the poor writing. It’s a bit silly but I’m grateful for the instant ability to publish that the internet provides. I would love to hear your comments or criticisms.

Shelia Pays Off Bet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: See the story I wrote about Jasmine becomes a slave for insight in this story

Chapter 1

Shelia’s Bar and Fetish shop was the hub of the BDSM community in South Florida. Also many folks came from other parts of Florida, as she had a reputation for the finest B&D fetish wear and equipment in the state. Shelia Bobbs was 35 years old, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10" and about 140lb. She was very popular and her close friends also knew she had a dungeon up in her loft for their enjoyment. It was a Monday night in April, when Racheal entered the bar with her slave Jasmine. Shelia greeted them and asked how the triplet training was going (see training triplets). It is done now; I just shipped them to the Schwartz’s home three days ago Racheal responded. Racheal was her friend and also helped her develop new items for the BDSM scene and tested them out for her. “So what do I owe the honor of the great “trainer” visiting my humble bar?” she asked Racheal jesting. “Well we are celebrating the six month anniversary of Jasmine becoming my slave and assistant. (see Jasmine becomes a slave), said Racheal, and we also need to schedule your week of slavery for losing the bet we made on whether I could make Jasmine my permanent slave”. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that” Shelia responded. “No way, and I still owe you for the week I had to serve you” laughed Racheal. Shelia pulled out her calendar and told Racheal, anytime after next week, as Wendy (Shelia’s assistant) was on vacation until then visiting her parents. After a short discussion the second week of May was decided on from Sunday 12 noon to Sunday 12 noon. “Remember, the rules we have in the bet contract. No modifications, like you did with Jasmine, and no permanent damage or marks” said Shelia. “Of course I do know the rules and as long as you obey all commands without hesitation that is fine, but remember the clause in the contract that says if you refuse to do something that is not banned, the contract becomes two weeks and no limits” replied Racheal. “I know and no way will I allow that” Shelia said. Shelia was also informed that she was to be hairless from neck down, and only be wearing a dress and sandals when she arrived. That was accepted and for the rest of the night Racheal and Jasmine enjoyed the food and drink, and chatting with friends that dropped by.

Shoulda

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is an old story I found the other day. I don’t really have plans to continue the story, but if someone wants to make a continuation of the story feel free. Takes place in 2005 and yes it was written in 2005….

Part 1

I have been into bondage for a long time, but never had the gumption to ask anyone to participate. I did some self-bondage a few times when was a teen and it was very intense for me and I had feelings like never before when I engaged in those acts. The internet came out and I found there was a ton of people into bondage, I thought I was the only one, but still never had the balls to ask any girlfriend.

Show Me Your Craft

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

“So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?” Alana would ask.

“Some of them do. I wouldn’t call it being tortured. It’s actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour.”

Side Vocation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Not recommended for the sane-minded person.

Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity.

In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react.

Silver

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

Silvery Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Finally got to finishing this. Tried a different direction to see where it goes.

Apologies for the lack of a solid conclusion. decided to leave that to your imaginations.

I have tried proofing this. But prior stories show I am not too good at that.

Enjoy.

I finished late and it was already past 7. It was Friday night and I was planning on going to a club or two now work had finished. The office where I work is in a quiet area of the city, the clubs being down the other end.

Sissy 2.0

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story follows on from a series I have been writing for a while. I suggest you read the first 4 parts first. Part 1 - “The new way of things”, part 2 - “The first live show”, part 3 - “After the first live show” and part 4 - “Slaves double trouble”.

Prologue

It had been 8 months since D took Jim as her sissy slave and things couldn’t have been going better. Her website detailing his submission and training was a massive hit online, and thanks to advertising revenue and the members area she was making a great profit on the site. Her friend Maggie had moved in with them a month ago after learning of D’s website and was happy to help in his training. The first live show to launch the website had bought in a huge audience and D was not about to let things go cold.

Sissy Maid's Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the fantasy I have been having recently. Hope you enjoy. I would welcome any feedback, and let me know if you are interested in hearing more about these characters.

i arrived home a little after four on Friday evening. It had been a long week, and i was relieved that it was finally over. i headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, and i was delighted to find that my Mistress had plans for me that evening. She had laid out Her favorite one of my outfits on the bed. It was all there: shiny black satin panties with a small bow in front, pantyhose with a garter belt, and a sexy black bra. She left the inserts next to the bra because she liked Her sissy maid to have a nice feminine figure. The rest of the outfit consisted of a latex maid uniform with a short skirt, elbow length latex gloves, a full latex hood with small openings for the eyes and mouth, a maid’s headband, and my thigh high lace up boots with five inch stiletto heels. She had also laid out locking wrist and ankle leather cuffs and a locking leather belt adorned with multiple attachment sites for properly restraining sissy maid. There was also a locking leather collar with a leash, a locking chastity cage, a medium sized butt plug and Mistress’ favorite vibrating strap-on. Well, at least i had some clue what was in store for sissy maid this evening. i picked up the note Mistress had left next to Her padlocks and crop on the silver serving tray. ‘I will be home at 7.’ was all that was written there.

Sister's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That’s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It’s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad’s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my “gift”, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the “table” portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4" stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.

Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Now I’m your average male, in my late twenties, reasonable job, reasonably fit, some say reasonably handsome, own flat, car and a very cute girlfriend, Sandy.

We do not live together, as I still want my freedom, but we do spend a lot of time together.

About three months ago, during what was a drunken night, we started our voyage into bondage. We both discovered that we really enjoyed it and the bondage began to get heavier and heavier. After what seemed to be a very short period, my bedroom became a dungeon, we even had a travel bag, which contained most of the things we would need for weekend and holidays.

Sitter Snatcher

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry about the spacing in the last version :S, hopefully this one’s a little easier to read. Enjoy!

“That’s 2 months now that I’ve been late with the cable bill”, Cheryl said to herself as she read over the notice from the cable company ‘politely’ informing her to pay her bills or her service would be terminated. Cheryl was like any university student, always had her nose in a book, late for the odd class, and flat broke, she often picked up odd babysitting jobs for money along with her job at the coffee shop it was barely enough to pay the bills but not much more. Most guys would describe Cheryl as gorgeous; she had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that could sweep any guy off his feet. But what good is being gorgeous if you cant even pay your bills or buy nice things, she realized she needed money and she needed it now, just as she thought this Cheryl’s phone rang, almost as if some higher power had read her mind.

Slave Girl of Mirkada

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: After ‘Dreams of Mirkada’ I was going to leave Sally in peace to have her baby rather than subjecting her to more humiliation and stringent bondage for our pleasure but I’ve had several emails asking for another Mirkada story and I couldn’t resist putting her through just a little more.

I couldn’t resist the title either.

For those who’ve read about Sally’s journey into ever increasing bondage and submission beginning with ‘When in Rome…’, and becoming increasingly intense through ‘Return to Mirkada’ and ‘Dreams of Mirkada’, this story sees her face up to the fulfilment of her desires. For those who haven’t read the previous stories, Professor Sally Frost is an academic and historian now living in Mirkada; a city where women must be subjected to bondage when they leave their houses and those who are not citizens must also be leashed.

Slave Jenny Report No. 1

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a true account of the events of 13th July 2011, which my friend SNAP has kindly, and brilliantly, illustrated. SNAP and I have formed a collaborative relationship which I call ‘Remote Control Bondage’ – from the USA, Master SNAP gives me my instructions and I, Slave Jenny, put them into effect, in England. I hope you enjoy the picture and text – if so, let me know (readers of my stories know how much I appreciate feedback !). If there is sufficient interest, we will do this again.

Slave Modeling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hay out there is my very first story. Let me apologies ahead of time for any big spelling and grammar errors. A really nice Image that goes with this story can be found on Reptileye’s DeviantArt

_Update (2012/05/23):* Hay out there this is a remix or extended version of the first story I posted a some time ago. There should be fewer spelling and grammar errors this time around. Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.*

Slave Tales

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I am here to punish you and break your spirit, Making you feel just like the animal I know you are..” I press my boot into your back, shoving you into the dirt “I’m here to make you pant, Can you do that for me boy? Can you pant for me?” You don’t answer and I lean over to pull your head up by your hair.. “Did you hear me?” You nod and look down, I twist your hair between my fingers “Pant for me, Doggie.” I twist your hair until you pant loudly, just like a thirsty dog would do - I pet your head lightly “Good boy, Want a treat?” I giggle and stand up, I push you back down into the cold ground “Lick the dirt” I command, you protest “Lick. the. dirt” I press my boot harder into the small of your back until it starts hurting. You run your tongue over the dirty ground… I crouch down to watch you do it.. My hand resting on your head “Don’t rush it, I want to see you take your time.” You lick more slowly and I laugh evilly “I should have made that mud” I smile and pull you up by your hair, “Come on, Slave. I’m going to teach you how to behave when you’re with me.”

Sleazy Hotel Adventure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is dedicated to a certain 23 year old undergrad named Ann living in Singapore. Based on her stories so far which I’ve enjoyed, we have similar dark desires which we should really do something about mutually fulfilling! If you like the story Ann, email me..!

My name is Quin and I’m a senior management person working in an MNC. I’m 30something and very selective who I share my time with. I’ve often been told I look half my age and still can wear my cabin crew uniform from 12 years ago.

Sleep Night, Sleep Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This started out as the kernel of an idea for a potential video/photo shoot which I would like to put together. Putting things on paper, and following the natural progression of a bondage scene, helps me recognise what will and won’t work before the camera rolls. The back story is fictional, but I have drawn on inspiration from several people I have talked to and pieces of equipment that I have, or would like to make, to allow this to happen. Finally, please bear in mind that this is written by a Brit. Our language and spelling is slightly different from the American version of our shared language.

Sleigh Ride

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Disclaimer/foreword

Hi, this is my first story, and thus I’m not sure if it’s merits. It is fantasy pure and simple, the technology is unrealistic and I doubt the rest of the story is much better realism wise. Finally, all feedback is greatly appreciated, if anyone has ideas on how to continue this story I am open to it, and I intend to write more stories with Morina in the future.

Slip of the Tongue

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Let me start by introducing myself my name is Laura i am a 23 years young girl long brown hair, medium build and imo good looking. What im about to tell you is a true story one that happened quite recently so here we go!

Well the day started like any other the alarm began to beep dead on 9am making me jump at first, still tired I reached for the alarm to turn it off, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I Stood in front of the mirror began to apply makeup and a lovely shade of red lipstick smoothly along my lips. I headed back to the bedroom and changed from my pajamas to a pair of Black silk panties and bra, a lovely ruby knee length dress and black leggings ready for my days trip.

Slut Allanah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I never thought that this past Saturday night I would experience it all. By all I mean forced cross dressing, self-bondage, fem dom, humiliation and orgasm control. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Let me tell you a little about me.

Ever since I started noticing girls I was always attracted to the girls that dressed the sexiest and wore the highest heels. No flats, summer dresses and the no makeup look for me! I tried to talk all of my girlfriends into dressing my way and most of them did, if only to make me happy.

Smoking Issues

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho!

_Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.*

Part 1

He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed.

Snuffle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Snuffle”!

That was as close as I could get. I was trying to put a name to the sound my pet Sandi was making as she ate her lunch. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my own lunch and she was on the floor beside me with her mouth wrapped around the feeding station.

The station was clamped to the edge of the table and consisted of a container that narrowed down into an oblong tube at a 45 degree downward angle ending in an opening about 1 ½” across and ½” high.

Sophia and the Giving of Thanks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 12th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nippls and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. The did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.

Sophie and the Robo-fuck Pods

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story.

Part One

Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap.

Sophie's Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just the start of something I hope to take much further, let me know what you think. R

Part One - Friday

5ft 6", 9 stone, the pitch black hair that usually hung to just below her shoulder blades was currently in a ponytail sticking out the top of a tight leather hood which fit her flawlessly. A bulge where you would guess her mouth to be confirmed the presence of her least favourite ball gag, a two and a half inch hard rubber ball that kept her mouth uncomfortably wide open. A series of black leather straps, two running along her cheeks buckling behind her head, and another under her chin with two from either side of her mouth joining above her nose and running along the top of her head, held the ball deep in her mouth. Underneath the form fitting hood was a pair of gorgeous brown eyes that were almost impossible to put a blindfold over, some similarly delicious cheek bones and a subtly angled jawline that was just as sexy in public as it was stretched out by a gag.

Spring Cleaning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I had the day off today due to a holiday, but it was one of those days that only some companies let you off on, but others didn’t. In this case, it was the 4th of July and it happened to fall on a Sunday. I figured the mall would be packed from everybody else having the day off, so I decided that running a few errands and getting a little R&R. For some reason I had woken up early today so I was able to get the errands done before lunch. As I was driving home, I remembered something, the cleaners come today, and I bet they don’t have it off.

Stacy Tries It - Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Being fucked by her dog in the ass was really not what Stacy had expected to happen when she first tried tying herself up. Fortunately, Greg didn’t make too big of a deal out of it, although occasionally he would make barking noises whenever they were having sex doggy-style. What a joker, she thought. Unfortunately, they did have to give Boxer away. His alpha-dog instinct couldn’t be controlled. He would constantly sniff at Stacy’s crotch and repeatedly tried to knock her down when she would get out of the shower. In his mind, Stacy was his bitch and that was that. A few weeks after they gave him up she called the new owner.

Stacy Tries Self-Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Getting fucked in the ass wasn’t exactly Stacy’s favorite activity, but it sure entertained her husband. So like the good wife that she was, she decided to take one for the team. Besides, a few moments of discomfort was nothing when compared to all of the “honey-dos” she had in store for him. Her husband, Greg, was out of town for the last two weeks and he was returning home in a few hours then starting his vacation. After Stacy lets him pop her in the ass, he’ll do anything she asks. The last time she was ass-fucked, he installed new shelving in their closet. “Not a bad trade”, she thought.

Stappado Hogtie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I finally had the house to myself for two days! I’d been waiting for this for months and had put together a couple of great ideas for self bondage. I’ve been doing this for many years and have gotten pretty good and original at it. Having no partner for this stuff will make you really use your imagination.

Anyhow, I got all my hot clothing out as well as my collection of ropes and my rope ratchet which I hoped to make an integral part of my long-imagined scene. Starting with a sexy corset with a push up bra, I cinched up to a 23 inch waist that made me look like almost like a cartoon.( a very sexy one). Then came the rubber panties with built in dildo/plugs so I would be constantly aroused. Then I put on the thigh high hose and my 5 inch black patent pumps with 3 straps to prevent them coming off. Not that I would have the capability of getting them off anyway in the position I had in mind.

Starting Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I used to write a lot but haven’t done for years. I was recently inspired by a friend to get back to writing, and so this is my first attempt in a long time. I realise I have slipped accidentally into present tense in a few places - hopefully this is not too off putting.

The story is about a married D/S couple with a relationship that has lost its passion due to everyday commitments (as relationships do) and the decision being made that it needs to be fixed.

Starting with Dinner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.

The glow of the the dimmed lighting complimented the soft background music playing. He sat there quietly, ever grateful, and slowly ate the finely prepared dinner before him. This particular restaurant was not for the everyday consumer, but rather a prestigious five star Irish Steakhouse, and her personal favorite. It’s not her style to bring just anyone here, but of course he did not know that. The business was a little slow for a Saturday afternoon, but that was just fine with him. He was hoping not to have too many people look at him, What if these people caught on to what she is doing to me? He thought over and over. Breathing normally was out the window, as was the typical male speed record eating habits that usually disgust most civilized and mature women. His breaths were controlled, as was the reduced pace in which he was forced to eat, although he didn’t mind either factor.

Steampunk Romp

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia.

He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device.

Steel City

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is version 2 - A rewrite of the original to address the valid comments given about the story. The story line is about the same, but the details are considerably fleshed out and the last half is a major rewrite.

The official positions and the historical events discussed in this story may exist or have existed, but the story characters are not based on, nor do they represent any actions by any actual official.

Stephanie's Filter Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stephanie emerged from her bath relaxed but excited for the hours ahead. On her bed she had laid out her lingerie and her toys. First she took a lace garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Next came matching white stockings which she rolled up her smooth legs and attached them to the garters.

Now she took her bra and inserted her firm but ample breasts into the cups and adjusted the straps. After pulling on her panties, she stopped to look in the bedroom mirror. It was silly, she supposed, to be embarrassed about being naked when there was nobody to see her in her one bedroom apartment, but somehow the lacy garments made her feel pretty and sexy.

Stephanie's Humiliation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I’d love to see that…)

Chapter 01: Office Bitch Tags: No sex (yet)

Store Clerk 2 - House Arrest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Note: This part of the story is my own rendition of what likely happened that night at the end of Part 1, if the author wishes this part taken down from the site then so be it, no hard feelings, but I thought it’d be nice to continue the story for all the readers out there, anyways without further adieu onto the story.

Part 1

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “wait a second, run that by me again Steph? You plan to just leave me like this? The club closes at 2am.”, “I’m aware Jessica so that gives you a little under 3 hours to find everything, and don’t worry, as I told you I had the bouncers hand the stuff out to regulars or people they know. But that’s just to start off, the stuff may be passed out to people who don’t come here regularly then you might be waiting more than a night or 2 to get everything off, but I’ll check on you tomorrow to see your progress, and who knows maybe we’ll have some more fun, have a good one Jess.” Steph gave me a little wink after saying that, and then lost her way through the crowd as she headed for the door. This game of Steph’s was fun for awhile but I think she overdid it with this part, I was so turned on and wanted to cum so bad but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, the damn vibes wouldn’t let me. Every time I came close the cycles would go down again and start over, it was quite frustrating, so I began my search for the 10 combination numbers and the 15 keys I’d need in order to finally give myself a very well deserved release.

Storms Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: More to come :)

Part 1

The previous night one of my friends storm had come round, we watched a few movies and eventually fell asleep, nothing happenened but we had a good time. In the morning a parcel of mine came and storm was still here. I wasnt sure what it was so i bought it upstairs to where storm was still asleep.

When she woke a few minutes later, i had completely forgot about the package as i had started watching tv, she noticed it and asked what was in it, i told her i didnt know and chucked it to her to open. As i continued to watch tv she started opening the box.

Stowaway

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Stacy swallowed hard as the door hissed open. She had to do it. They had made an agreement. This was the only way. She took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Apart from the light flooding in through the door behind her, the room was pitch black. It was difficult to tell how large the room was, or if there was anything in it. Stacy took another deep breath. The only way to go was forward.

Stress Retreat Clinic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All is not as it seems at this twisted retreat as one female patient soon discovers…

Phase 1

I checked into a Stress Recovery Retreat in order to get a handle on my frazzled life. After registering, I conveniently bypassed having to meet other guests as I was escorted to my room. I was surprised at the comfort and decadence of the room- then again, this whole retreat was catered to be stress relieving, right? After getting adjusted, I made my way to the clinic room for my first analysis.

Stress Test

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a world where virtual reality rules supreme, Casey uses an artificial double to safely suffer through some of the worst tortures a woman could ever experience. She loves every second of it.

Warning: This story contains very extreme, over-the-top depictions of BDSM and torture. It is a work of pure fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Casey lived in a world where virtual reality ruled supreme. Centuries of technological advances had allowed computers to become capable of replicating practically any sensation the human body could possibly experience. Simulated cyberspace was nearly indistinguishable from reality. Everybody owned a virtual reality headset. It was practically impossible to function in modern society without one.

Stuck

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Good morning, beautiful,” came Pauline’s voice, rousing me from my sleep and closely followed by a tender kiss on the lips - there is no better way to wake up.

I returned her kiss. I couldn’t do much else, since she was pinning my arms to my sides under the duvet with her thighs. I opened my eyes and looked into hers with a smile.

“What time is it?” I asked, taking the opportunity to look her up and down - she was dressed for work, most noticeably in an obscenely-short skirt which showed off her tanned legs.

Stuck as a Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry to not finish this sooner.

Part 1

Sitting on the low couch, I picked up the shiny bodystocking and pulled it up my legs. I knew the day I had planned would be long so I tried to get dressed as quickly as possible so I couldn’t back out. After pulling the tight nylon over my perky breasts, my nipples stood straight out and pulled against the light material. I reached behind to pull up the zipper leaving only my crotch exposed to the warm morning air.

Study Tape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/05/23): Thanks for all the positive comments! I was not as sure on chapter 4, but gave it a shot and hope some of you like it. -Al B

Chapter 1

The cruel experiment otherwise known as high school was almost over. There were only six months left until graduation and I had few regrets. Most of us were already 18, and on our way to college. I was also well on my way to becoming valedictorian, and though I had been skinny and short and made fun of a lot in ninth grade, this last year I had grown 3 inches and also filled out in other ways.

Subinatrix

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this story to flesh out a fantasy where a guy meets a submissive girl who is aggressively looking for a man to dominate her. It grew far beyond my initial inspiration but I am very happy with how the story turned out. I hope you enjoy it. I have a lot of ideas left for a sequel that I hope to share some day.

Chapter 1

Subinatrix: Part 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This continues the story told in ‘Subinatrix.’ In brief, the narrator Eric is dating Casey a college student who aggressively introduced him to her submissive bondage fantasies. The name is derived from the idea that the sub was dominating the relationship. They unwillingly spent her summer break apart during which time Eric learned to take the dominant role in the relationship. Now she has returned.

Chapter 1

A beautiful Sunday morning dawned with birds chirping and a bright clean sky from last night’s rain storm. After we spent the whole summer in a long distance relationship it felt right to have Casey back cuddling my chest. She yawned and smiled at me, “Oops sorry, morning breath. I’ll make you breakfast!” Casey untangled her legs and stood up to stretch. Her breasts delighted me, each was just a little too large to hold with one hand and topped with a perfect pink nipple. She wrapped herself in a pink silk robe, barely long enough to cover the curve of her bum and left the bedroom.

Such a Deal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Got back home from another long night at the job to find Wifey and BGF at home giggling in the living like a couple of school girls. Popped a top and went in to see what was so funny -cock and ball harness still on, per Wife’s instructions- and was greeted by the sight of two smiling faces on either side of the couch with the coffee table between them. After exchanging pleasantries, me still standing there, sucking down that cold one, Darling Wife asked if I wouldn’t mind showing off her new toy. I started getting a little red in the face, and started stammering, when she abruptly got up walked over to where I was standing and started unbuckling my trou! I had the beer in my hand, so I guzzled it and gently flung the can to her pal, just in time for Darling to pull down my pants to my knees.

Sugar Daddy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The text read, “I’ll b redy in 5”.

Knowing how long it took to get to her apartment from the parking lot, I immediately got out of my car and made the trek to her place.

I knew the door would be unlocked so I opened it without knocking and entered to the sound of soft music (Mozart-my favorite) and the scent of burning candles. Closing and locking the door behind me I turned the corner to her living room and there she was. Standing in the middle of the room, her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail high on her head and flowed halfway down her back. Her heavily made-up face (with extra-long fake eyelashes) was beautiful without the paint but this was how I wanted her. The ball gag was stuffed deep into her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. The collar she had around her neck read “SLUT” with a leash connected to the D-ring in front. The plain white t-shirt did nothing to hide her full, D-sized breasts, and the excitement her nipples betrayed. Her shoulders were pulled back pushing her globes further forward than usual due to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. The tight, red micro-miniskirt barely covered the chastity belt and the suspenders were clearly visibly extending from the black garter belt holding up her fishnet stockings. Her long, shapely legs tapered down to a pair of five inch red stilettoes that had buckles around the ankles, holding them onto her feet. The additional five inches to her tall frame allowed us to look eye-to-eye but as a sign of her submission, she kept hers down while I looked her up and down.

Suicide Couple

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: English is not primary language, Grammar poor hope to improve with time

Part 1

I think it was in September three years ago when I meet her. Her referring to the most wonder person in the world a heart of gold a body to drool over and intelligent beyond her years. Sue is her name and she was nineteen years old when I met her Williamsburg Bridge she was at the bottom of one of the towers. Sue was looking up towards the top of the tower. I was almost done making my inspection of the bridge structure and walking along the last part that had to be inspected. Sue had a look that comes with being homeless she wasn’t actually dirty but her clothes were in need of a good washing and they were worn. Sue hair was long and looked like it hadn’t be cared for like it should have for several days, wasn’t brushed or kept, her eyes were sunken into her face and she had bags under her eyes.

Summer Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to ‘Summer Project’ It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Sunday Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She wasn’t happy when I told her that I’d be going tomorrow for a three day convention, she already had made plans for us two that weekend. I patted her head and apologized, but she wouldn’t hear it. Although she knows my job takes me all over the country, she rather had me stay home with her and to be honest, so would I. I don’t like putting work before my personal life, but I know deep down she understands.

Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The whole story is already written but I will be posting it in parts, (there are 5 or 6 parts). I have never posted anything online before, but have enjoyed this site for so long, that I felt it was time to add something to it. Enjoy!

Part 1

I walk in the door tired from work. My beautiful wife greets me with a hug and a kiss, I tell her I am really tired from working all week and just want to get to bed early. She seems a little disappointed but comes to bed with me. After ten minutes of tossing and turning she finally gets out of bed saying she couldn’t sleep and is going to get on the computer. I am half asleep and mumble something as she walks out of the bedroom, before she reaches the door I am back asleep. Sometime during the night I feel her come back into bed, but I fall right back asleep.

Surprise Bondage Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue: a customer calls

I dialed the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone.

A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice.

Surprise Package

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Since reading a great fetish story I have always wanted these special pair of heels. They are special because they lock you in and you can not get out. There are mechanisms that zap you and make it so you have to stay in. The heels are a high arc 5" stiletto. I have told my partner I wanted them, but he could not find them anywhere.

Then just like I was in the story, the shoes came in a package for me. Of course I put them on because I’ve wanted them so badly. Mine were different then the ones in the story. They were all black patent and came to my thighs, and they were ballet heels! 8"!! A note was included it said I was required put on everything that came in the mail for me. The things that came were extremely sexy. I received latex dresses, many catsuits, and a lot more latex items.

Surprise Saturday

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: He thinks that he knows what Susan will want from him during one of his regular visits to her………. but this time she has prepared a surprise for him.

This is a story which was published elsewhere some time ago and which I have now updated and revised.

I have to say that this is rather difficult to write………….. difficult for several different reasons. Firstly I hadn’t actually woken up this morning planning to write anything – there was no ’novel inside of me that I need to get out’. Also, I certainly have never thought about writing down what I am about to detail – at least what I think I am about to detail. Then there is my actual condition. I do not suppose that many writers work their literary magic without a stitch of clothing on. And while I could imagine that some writers might, in times of high workload, complain about being chained to their desk, I actually am. That’s right, my hands are cuffed together and there’s a long chain the end of which is padlocked to one of the links, a chain that goes back underneath the desk and which, I am told, is very firmly attached. So there’s no chance to get away even if it I had the use of my other limbs……. which I don’t. Its not my desk though. No, its my….Ahhhh. Sorry dear reader I’ve just been told that the introduction paragraph is too long and that I am to “get on with it”.

Surrender at Kari's Lair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

A couple months ago, a friend from SecondLife challenged me to surrender to Kari. The plan was that I would go to her door dressed in my Wonder Woman costume and surrender to her when she opened the door. The only problem with the plan is that her front door is in full view of her neighbors. I really wanted to obey the challenge so I worked out how to do it at my house when Kari came to visit me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait too long before her next visit. One night while she was staying with me, I told her I had a surprise for her and that she’d need to wait upstairs and change into her Mistress Klaw costume while I set it up. I went downstairs, listening carefully to make sure she wasn’t trying to follow me and crept into the bathroom, where I’d stashed my goodies earlier.

Susan's Exercise Bike

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is my next attempt at some erotic fiction, I hope you enjoy it.

At long last Susan felt she had perfected her “bicycle race” self-bondage scenario. She had an exercise bicycle set up in her workout room. It had a long USB cable connecting to her computer on the side of the room.

The bicycle could send over statistics to the computer. Her computer program was going to wait until she had gone “ten miles” on the bike. At that point, it was going to release the door lock electromagnet she had mounted on the ceiling which held her key up. The key was tied with a long string to a hook directly over the bicycle, so when the magnet released, the key would fall into her reach from atop the bicycle. It doubled as a safety in case of power outage.

Sweepstakes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I ring the doorbell.

The beautiful blonde in her late twenties looks exactly like I know her from her movies.

“Hi, you must be Bruce. Come in,” she smiles at me.

Her apartment looks cozy – home-like, not kinky like I expected. Emily seems to have read my mind since she asks: “Not what you had in mind?”

“Not exactly, but I didn’t know what to think anyway. This is all quite new to me.”

Sweet Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Emily’s New Life.

Emily heard the dull hum of a high powered fan as she stirred. Her head still throbbed with what felt like the worst hangover she ever had, and her mind was clouded with fog. The first sensation that reached her recognition was a burning pain on her wrists, still painfully stretched even now.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized that her body was being held taut… vertically. She quickly regained her footing, lifting the body’s weight from her wrists. Looking up, she realized that her hands were cuffed together, hanging from the ceiling of an empty windowless room by a single chain.

T-Immobile

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy.

“And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.”

Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects.

Tables Turned

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy. stephanie

As always, I wanted to size up my captive’s predicament. She was beautiful, although it was hard to tell at the moment since she had a black leather hood over her head. Her mouth was plugged with a rather large penis gag, and the only identifiable parts of her head were her lovely green eyes (very rare for an Asian girl) and the lustrous mane of black hair sticking out of the back of her hood. The green eyes on an Asian were a specific request of the buyer, and he was paying top dollar for the honor. It took me awhile to track such a woman down.

Taken

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: More to come… Comments, critiques, and thoughts welcome and encouraged.

UPDATE (05/25/2011): Sorry for the long wait for this next part. A little more cerebral, but the an interlude before things become intense again. All comments, suggestions, even plot ideas/requests, are gladly accepted !

UPDATE (06/22/2011): Thanks for all the kind words - So here’s the end of Ryan’s first day… hope you enjoy. Next chapter probably in about 2 weeks or so. As always, I’d love to get your thoughts - feel free to email.

Taken to the SS Ranch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Taken

It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him.

Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

"…any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from her, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing her for an act she or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing her or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity."

Tamara's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A true account of a girl who can’t find satisfaction from her partners tying her up and turns to self-bondage instead. Things quickly go wrong the the inexperienced girl and she finds herself stuck by her own hand.

Part 1

“I couldn’t believe how tight the straps were. They were tight - TOO tight! I struggled, I twisted, I tried anything I could do, but the straps and leather cuffs just held me so firmly tight. I was stuck and worse still by my own hand. No chance of release, no chance of help. Yet another wave of panic spread over my body, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure from my constant stimulation. I was now certain that without help coming soon that I would go completely crazy suspended here…”

Tammy's Bondage Application

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen.

James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her.

Tammy's Valentine Bind

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tammy Lynette Dufrane sat frozen at her desk. She blankly stared at the 9-inch view screen on the portable DVD player in front of her. It had mysteriously appeared on her desk while she and her secretary had been called to the conference room for the daily morning powwow. No explanation of who it was from, just a card with the words ‘FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’ slid under the white bow and ribbon that decorated the heart shaped bright red box it came in. Two layers of her favorite caramel filled chocolates surrounded the player and filled the rest of the 2-inch deep box.

Tasha's Infiltration

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Preface

Tasha wrote, taking a chance. Not enough. The words were too easy for her to say. I didn’t know anything about her. But then she asked, offered, shared…it became more real; we seemed to be getting passed the bullshit. I thought I knew where she was coming from. She would tell me anything, anything, except who she really was. Fine by me, I didn’t want to know anyway. Just having a little fun. I already have a life, you know.

Tatianna's Task

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PROLOGUE

As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment. Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the information needed to achieve her goal.

Tatianna's Treasures

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

“Oh come on Amy, work with me here. I cannot put you on display for the private grand opening until you’re down to at least nineteen inches!”

Amy, of course, had no choice in the matter but Tatianna liked to talk to herself as she worked the laces of the heavily boned, white kid leather, bondage corset. Since it was taking her quite some time to get the beautiful twenty four year old girl properly fitted she was carrying on a regular one-sided conversation.

Taylor's Poker Experience

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve always loved the idea of bondage poker, and I hope it isn’t too complicated. Please, comment away, and let me know if you want me to continue. It could very well end here, but I would also like to explore Taylor and the Lady as well if you guys think that’s a good idea. Thanks!

Prologue

Taylor slowly pulled her shirt off, taking her time not to give everyone watching a show, but because she was so worried about it. She had never been in only underwear in front of someone else, and yet here she was, stripping for her three friends.

Teaching the Ropes to Each Other

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For 2 years I had a story bubbling in my head about teaching 2 bondage massage ladies, when suddenly this plot popped into my head and took the lead. It was all done & written in 2 weeks. I appreciate any feedback. Feel free to drop comments via the email, I like it when I hear a story has pleased people. Thank you in advance.

Dreams and fantasies can come true, even bondage dreams. You may have to help fate a little bit by going out to seek temptations, but then it can actually happen.

Teen Fire & Frost vs Torture Bot

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Kara and Tara Bishop were stepsisters. At 18 years old, 5'4" and 110lbs both are extremely attractive girls with perfect tan skin and playmate looks. Both girls have perfect breasts if not large for girls so petite and pert, toned, heart shaped asses. Both had modeled growing up and had been pursued by some of the top agencies. It amazed most people who found that they were just stepsisters because they look so alike. The girls could very well have been sister’s even twins they even shared the same birthday. Both girls are currently freshman college students attending City College on gymnastic scholarships. They lived together in a small apartment off campus. Both of their parents had died in a car accident two years before their transformation. Insurance and the selling of their father’s business had left them both financially secure for life. Both girls loved to play beach volleyball and team Bishop was ranked nationally in the sport.

Terri's Trip to the Mall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Friday night I prepared by laying out the items that were going to be needed for the adventure on Saturday. This included a locking ball gag, 3" black leather posture collar, thin, black leather connecting strap, leather chastity belt, new powerful personal vibrator, handcuffs, thigh cuffs with small connecting chain, two small metal rings, my metal nipple clamps that were also connected by a small metal chain, my long black leather gloves, long black leather trench coat, and of course my black thigh high boots. I then went down to the local drugstore and picked up an 12 oz Fleet enema package and then went home to a nice dinner and long bath.

Thank You, Anne Gray

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHORS NOTE: I wish to thank Anne Gray for her permission to use and refer to some of her wonderful stories in writing this, as well as allowing me post it. I offer my heartfelt thanks from the readers she has entertained with all the stories she has written, and, I beg her to continue to entertain and delight us with more adventures.

I need a good cry, so I pull the car over to the side of the interstate.

Thanksgiving Secured

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: He wants to try the chair. But it turns out to be a mistake

My, was I pleased to finish that job. It wasn’t much, just change a ballcock in the attic, but that must have been the filthiest attic I have ever been in. Muck and filth everywhere. By the time I had finished I was black. Still it was Wednesday, two thirty in the afternoon, and I was finished. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Four glorious days with nothing to do, but relax.

That's Why It's Called Gambling

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

GAMBLING: 1. To play games of chance for money, etc. 2. To take a risk for some advantage 3. An undertaking involving risk.

Faye glanced into the mirror as she closed the last eye hook on her bright red silk and satin corset. Nimbly, she reached behind her back and drew the bottom corset laces tight, thinning her 26-inch waist to a svelte 24. Then, with a bit of additional effort, she pulled the top laces, drawing the eyelets nearly together. The underwire cup supports shaped her 40-inch triple D bosom into 2 massive mounds of flesh.

The 13th Floor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Return to the Room

Alex flopped down onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the hotel robe against his shower-damp skin. He always felt better when he’d had a chance to wash away the feelings of a long hard day with the clients. Thankfully the law firm he worked for treated their staff well - the hotel they were putting him up in made his own apartment feel like a squat in comparison. It was one of the oldest in the city, and the whole place radiated luxury. Every staff member there treated him like visiting royalty, which made it a pleasure to return there after an over-long day in a stuffy meeting room with his corporate clients.

The Abduction of Amanda

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: this a milder more in depth version of a another story i wrote called taken and sold. if enough people like chapter one i will hopefully publish chapter two but that’s down to you folks as i am new to writing and only want to make what others enjoy reading

_Update (2012/11/16):* this my second attempt at writing a story a milder version of my take nand sold working into it more gently hope you like it better than my first attempt. Remember some parts may sound strange but they were written in game form to be descriptive to my partner player over e mail.*

The Abduction of Amanda 2: Taken and Sold

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This my third posted story under my bondage modeling name this time as I model for bound Kathy and friends and on fetlife.

The way it is written may seem strange but please bear with me i have done it as i would replies to the online game i play from my perspective as the story is based on a game my hubby ran

Chapter One: The Abduction

The Abduction of Yvette and Rob

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Yvette’s Abduction

Hi, this is Dan here. Since I was chosen to be the team leader for our next caper, I learned that there were considerable things to do and preparations to be made. Rob obviously knew that his wife, Yvette, would be the next victim. In fact, everybody in our swingers group talked to someone. Before the 1st week everybody knew, and the initial element of surprise was lost. As an example, I had to be sure that Yvette and Rob would be home on the chosen day, and I had to be certain that Yvette would not be having her period. No guy wants to lick or fuck a bloody pussy. My wife, Jennifer, volunteered to make lunch for all of us on the fateful day. Since I was kidnapped the first time, I had no real chance to look around the woods and scout out some new potentially good spots to tie up Yvette. The 1st Sunday afternoon, after the 1st kidnapping, I was determined to go back and check out the woods, now that I had a key. Jennifer wanted to go with me and maybe play a little. Actually, she was the only one of the 8 of us, who did not know where the woods was located, because she had been tied up and covered up, and taken in and out of the woods covered up by a blanket. She got in my car wearing her old sneakers, a white sleeveless blouse that buttoned in front, with no bra, and a short jean wrap skirt. When we got there, we walked through all 3 old camps, ,an Jennifer pointed out to me the various trees and places, and told me what they had done to her at each.

The Adventures of Agent Suzzan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Agent Midsummer is an operative of MI7. Whilst on a mission she is captured, teased, tormented, and tortured by a series of evil criminals and materminds as she stumbles from one predicament to another as she tries to escape

Chapter 1

Mission Failure, Suzzanne falls in with some very bad people

She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice she spoke close to her ear “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”. She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still”

The Adventures of Raika Élan ESQ

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a story of a bondage loving attorney who occasionally becomes a damsel in distress

Update (07/31/11) - The continuing saga of a comely attorney who is crowned Hostage of the Year, (well actually Runner Up). If the Hostage cannot perform her duties, her Runner Up …

Chapter 1 - Bait

DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2007 TIME: 2:16 AM LOCATION: DAVIES NATATORIUM

Raika Élan, Attorney-At-Law, floated passively in the water. A wet suit encased her body. Actually, the counselor wore two wetsuits and a large dildo filled her anus. The “full Aldridge” her captor quipped. Putting on this get up was difficult, but the added warmth slowed hypothermia in the frigid water. The rubber clung to her perky breasts as they heaved with each labored breath. Raika feared that each inhalation may be her final one. Despite the experience of her many misadventures, this time she confronted overwhelming dread.

The Adventures of Terri & Jennifer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The continuing bondage story with terri and Jennifer. The bondage gets more complicated and the story hot! In this segment, Miko is introduced into the story - (I just realized that only 32 chapters were published here and wanted to add another segment)

Story is owned and copyrighted by bondageadventures.com.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but I do turn the heads of the boys around me. I have shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, stand about 5'7’’ tall and wear a 38C bra.

The Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Oh my God,” Mandy and Derrick both said at the same time when Lori walked in on them. For a moment she just looked at them with those big unbelieving eyes of hers. Then, without a word, she backed up and closed the bedroom door behind her, as if she thought maybe they hadn’t see her looking right at them.

Mandy looked over at him in alarm. “Don’t let her leave,” she said, as she jumped up and started pulling on her shorts.

The Art of Escape

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Justin emerged from the bathroom, his head covered by the towel he was using to dry off his hair. Otherwise naked, he walked into his bedroom, water still dripping from his freshly showered body. Pulling the towel from his head, he jumped back a step, not expecting to be greeted by his girlfriend sitting on his bed, facing the doorway.

“Shit, Melissa, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Well hello to you too,” she responded sarcastically. “I assumed it was okay to let myself in, since you did give me a key.”

The Auction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming, please be seated, and welcome to our bi-annual auction. I’m pleased to see some familiar faces and a couple of new ones. I’m sure, as always you will not be disappointed. Today we have three young fillies on the block and, as a special treat, a young stallion.”

There was a murmuring in the audience; this was exciting, this had never happened before. Some bidders smiled approvingly.

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Note: The names and physical likenesses of all the women in this story are courtesy of the Bondage Damsels website. The personalities and events portrayed are COMPLETELY fictional and have nothing whatsoever to do with the actual models on BondageDamsels.com. Enjoy!

Kimberly Anne had been dating Dan for a few months and really liked him, but how she tell him about her other love, bondage. With Christmas coming she also wanted to get him something really special without succumbing to the commercial spirit of Christmas. Then it hit her, “why don’t I give him the ultimate gift … me (all wrapped up for the holidays)!”

The Black Dress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The outfit in this story has been on my mind for many years. I’m not sure if I will continue this stroy-line or not, so please offer constructive crtitisism if you enjoyed it.

_Update (09/11/01):* Thank you all for the wonderful feedback and support. Knowing that my fantasies are being read and appreciated certainly makes it more fun to write them down.*

Chapter 1

I’m not a huge fan of garage sales, but once in awhile I will let my friend drag me to a few. A couple summers ago we had wandered further from home than usual when we found a sale at one of those U-store-it places. While Alicia wandered through the stacks of mismatched dishes and old books I spotted a box with a few leather belts dangling from it. I had never hidden anything from her so I wasn’t surprised when she snickered. “Find something interesting?” she asked in her best coy voice. Actually I had. The box contained several plain black straps, too short and too wide to be belts. Right away I noticed that they had holes punched in them almost all the way up to the buckle. They looked old, but in good shape, so I took the entire box over to the folding table where the two ladies attending the sale sat in the shade. Alicia rolled her eyes as I asked how much they wanted for the whole box full. “Ten bucks and you can keep the box” replied the younger of the pair. Alicia stage whispered over my shoulder as I took two fives from my wallet “can you wait until you get home to use them Em?” The young woman grinned at us but the older lady pretended not to hear.

The Blind Servant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Eve, a talented young chef, falls victim to a man’s thirst for power. He’ll turn her into the perfect house-maid.

SEARCHING FOR THE PART

Jack was always attracted to power. And even though he was just 28 years old, he had already gained a good amount of it. The kind of power that had made him rich enough to own a very comfortable apartment downtown. From the 12th floor he could look down at all the poor, weak souls that could never reach him and his status. He always felt like a king whenever he looked down that balcony.

The Bondage Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She was lying in straw, chained in the castle dungeon. A manacle riveted around her right ankle was attached to a rusty iron chain connected to an iron ring set in the stone wall. Her hands were bound behind her back in heavy iron fetters. She was dressed in a coarse cloth dress that had been ripped down to expose her breasts. The jailor had complete control over her and she was helpless to prevent him from ravishing her.

The Bondage Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland.

Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays.

I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it’s left side.

The drive path is made of gravel like a country homes driveway.

The Bounding Main

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Spring fever had hit Gina hard. Nights in Las Vegas were still on the cool side and the prospect of spending some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat was intoxicating. Stephen had sprung the idea on her a few days ago and they decided a weekend on the water was just the thing to prep for the coming summer. For days that was all that Gina focused on.

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn’t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.

The Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda and I had been together for almost a year now and it was going to be our first Thanksgiving together. We were initially drawn to each other for love, but since then our kinky sides have drawn us even closer, not taking the step to marriage yet, but it could happen at any time. Two weekends ago, Linda gave me a rough drawing of a box she wanted me to construct. It actually looked sort of like a coffin. It was 24” wide, 18” high and 78” long. It had a lid that was on 4 hinges that locked closed with 3 separate hasps. It sat up on a 2x4 base and had several air holes drilled into the bottom of it. On the inside it had been reinforced with 2x2 lumber at all the seams, allowing me to easily and securely attach eye bolts all around the edges, top and bottom. I even built in a little pillow but being of wood, it wasn’t necessarily comfortable; it simply supported my neck a little better. Notches were made in the upper reinforcements allowing for several crossbars at different strategic locations to be put across the width of the box. This would allow Linda to dangle things from them or tie things up to them. I could only imagine what she had planned, but one crossed over my face, one over where my chest would be and another spanned across my crotch.

The Boxes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The Boxes By J storycodes: Sbf; M/f; latex; bodybag; boxed; cons; XX

As you come walking into the house you see a note and 4 boxes

The note says:

Dearest slave,

You see before you the boxes of your plight tonight and what you will be wearing is in those 4 boxes. But first you must shave your body clean, and give yourself a series of enemas to make sure you are good and cleaned out, you will be in the contents of the boxes for the weekend. Now go and do as I say. There will be other notes in the boxes detailing what to do next.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. It’s on the longer side but worth the read. Your feedback is very welcome

Chapter 1

The day was slowing down. It always did around this time, the lunch rush was over and only the odd soccer mom or salesman came in for a quick afternoon pick me up. Sure we had the regulars using the free wi-fi like the young university student Debby.

The Bracelet Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Kelly’s story in to bondage. I published the first 12 chapters in 2012 but have sense re-written much of it and thankfully fixed the grammar and spelling. The story is very long but each chapter can stand on it’s own. Enjoy and please leave comments about the story. I enjoyed my time writing Kelly’s and David’s story and I hope you will as well.

The Break In

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is based on an image on the BoundAnna.com site called ‘A Game For 2’.

It had been some months since my neighbour, Andrea, had come to my help when I had got pathetically stuck at my first attempt at self bondage, following my discovery that Andrea was an experienced practitioner at the art. We had since become bondage partners, helping to tie up and photograph each other. Andrea showed me different and safe techniques of how to tie myself up and release mechanisms. I had even uploaded photos to self bondage websites, with the user name of ’envirotied’. I had grown in confidence practicing bondage.

The Bull

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I told her to be ready to play hard tomorrow at 11:00 AM. She has a strict schedule and a very defined process that she has learned well.

s: The alarm has gone off. I get out of bed, and grab a cup of black coffee to go with the first cigarette of the day. As I drink my coffee and drag on my cig, I think about what He has told me to do. I know the ritual. I’m not anywhere close to feeling sexual right now, but that is part of the reason for the ritual. It almost becomes Pavlovian to be turned on by simple actions such as eating a certain meal and showering, when done in a defined order. It wasn’t always this way. To start off with, it felt clumsy, unwieldy, and not sexy at all. That being said, when you complete a set of non sexual tasks in the same order every time, and every time after the completion of those tasks, you have the most mind blowing orgasms and bone melting sex you could ever imagine, your mind associates things. Suddenly a snack of strawberries, toast, and raspberry jam starts to make me tingle.

The Campground

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

There is this camping area that I visited one time for a birthday party that is about 1½ hours from my house. A few months later, I started thinking that the set up of the campground would be great for a self-bondage adventure. It was the perfect campsite. Just out of sight, but kind of visible if you were walking by. I arrived at around 6 o’clock, and the sun was just about setting.

The Care and Maintenance of Mummies

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

PETFUN Mummy Quick sheet (developed with and approved by a qualified veterinarian)

Name: Mummy (human) Average size: Varies Life Span: When properly cared for, up to 50 years, depending on age of mummy when purchased.

Signs of a healthy Mummy:

* Does not flinch or struggle to get away when you touch or stroke him. * Tries to get close to you when you get close to it. * Does not cry, moan, scream, or weep. * Shows interest, either in eye movement (if unwrapped) or in trying to listen to what’s going on around it.

The Celebrity Expert

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note: This is my first story on here, so I hope you enjoy. I have marked the beginning and ending of the section with the more extreme elements, such as waterplay, breathplay, and electrical, with _ (asterisk) marks so that those of you who prefer to skip that section may do so.*

Chapter 1-Sophie and Maisie

Sophie Turner was beautiful. She knew it, and so did every Game of Thrones fan. Adam himself had enjoyed the series, especially the sex parts which could be both raw and intimate at the same time. As it was, he had just watched an episode from one of the more recent seasons, where Sophie had come into her prime, physically anyways. Her long red hair, pale skin, and undeniably tight body were all great perks, and in his opinion, she was one of the best-looking girls on the show. That was when he received an email. He had been running a smalltime celebrity “acquisition” ring for the past year now, and after getting his start by collecting a few Instagram celebrities and cosplayers, he was finally getting a request for someone a little higher up on the food chain.

The Challenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Authors Note: I haven’t written in a while, but I just had this fantasy the other night and I decided to write a story about it. Hope you enjoy it. As Always, leave comments about how you think it should end or just things that should happen.

There I was, standing in front of the combination of four weeks of planing and saving my hard earned cash. Sitting in front of me on my bed were several items; a pair of 10 inch vibrators with built in electric pads, handcuffs with a special wireless lock, a good amount of pink nylon rope and the special glue. It had cost me several hundred dollars but I knew it would be worth it. I had decided to set myself up in predicament bondage and only I could decide my fate.

The Chastity Belt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I - Caught

Dennis had suspected for a long time that his wife Becky was screwing around on him. He came home one day just as a man came out of his house and was leaving. When Dennis got in the house, Becky was really in a strange mood. The way she acted Dennis figured was the final proof that she had just been screwed. So Dennis decided it was time to do something about it. Dennis got on his computer to learn where he could obtain a chastity belt for Becky. In a few days a large blue envelope came for Dennis.

The Chastity Corset

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story, please do let me know what you think, there are further parts in the works, and if you wish to see more of my writing aside from what’s here, please visit: https://sites.google.com/site/cazasbookclub/ Inspired by an idea from Miss Fuyuko

Update (06/17/11): Author’s Note: This is the second part to my Chastity Corset series - I hope you enjoy it and please do let me know what you think.

The Chastity Trap

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Being married for a year I never told my wife that I had an interest in enforced chastity and women’s lycra clothing like leotards, sports bras, bottoms and tights. I guess I should given the situation I’m in. I found out the hard way that my wife had an interest herself. As a teenager she was forced to wear extremely tight girdles, all in ones, and bras that where locked on in a way that her mother would know if they had been removed. It was a turn on for here as she grew older and she had interest in it for me.

The Check Up

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was the first story I wrote at the request of my wife. She loves bondage and peril and Suzzanne Midsummer is her on line alter ego.

Suzzanne visits the dentist for what she believes will be a routine dental examination.

Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine!

The Cocoon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s my first time writing a story involving bondage of any kind, please tell me if anything is wrong. Also openned to suggestions for the following part

It was the beginning of summer, and Ilia was watching through her window, anxiously waiting for her package to arrive. It had all started about 6 months ago, You see, Ilia had a Bondage fetish, she loved everything about being wrapped up in leather, latex or even just bound by ropes, sadly she had yet to find someone that shared her enthusiasm for it, so she lived alone on the house her parents left to her before they passed away. It was a nice house in the suburbs, the neighbors were really quiet and never actually made contact with her, she thought maybe they had something against her, since she worked as a ’entertainer’ at a club downtown, since she looked amazing,(having blonde hair and DD cups, accompanied by a very well endowed ass) and the people in the suburbs don’t really find those acts very…elegant.

The Coincidence

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I call this story “The Coincidence” because everything in this story is possible, and only together in this exact manner could this story have taken place. Enjoy, please leave comments, and tell me how you would like the story to continue ;) (if so)

Chapter 1: Rebecca

Rebecca had always been a shy girl. All through high school, she said a total of perhaps twenty words a day, and only when directly spoken to. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to speak; she was just too timid to assert her own opinions except when completely necessary. She went through life trying to avoid confrontation, and Rebecca thought the best way to do that was by saying very little except agreements.

The College Coed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Sarah and I am an art major in my third year in college with my boyfriend that is also an art major but in photography. I stand 5’ 6” with C-size breast; brunette hair at upper back length, my figure is slim and very sexy. I thoroughly enjoy standing in front of my full length mirror admiring my sexy curves and smooth skin. I also am the captain of the volleyball team, swim team and cheerleader for most of the other sports I am not involved with. My first experience with bondage came with my last boyfriend that became a complete jack ass and left me for some dyke. That’s neither here nor there. This is about that bondage desire and need that I was too nervous to tell me current boy friend about until…

The Consequences of Bad Behavior

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was startled awake by the wooden crate opening. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I saw the still pissed-off face of my Mistress staring down at me through the cage bars. Last night I was caught (again) attempting to pleasure myself through the openings in the steel chastity device I was locked into. This time she finally had enough of my disobedience and, as punishment, decided I would be spending the night securely locked away in the basement. So, after ordering me to strip, which I did immediately, she fitted me into a latex strait jacket. It had purposely been purchased one size too small so as to make it extremely uncomfortable when buckled. She made sure to pull the two leg straps extra tight and my painful grimace brought a sinister smile to her face. Next came a pair of steel police ankle shackles and an extra large ball gag. The gag was a harness style and she made sure the straps that buckled around my head were also pulled extra tight. Despite the fact that there was no chance of me removing them, she still placed small padlocks through all the locking straps on my straitjacket as well as on the gag, more for effect than to prevent escape. She then padlocked a thick chain to the steel collar already around my neck and, with just a nod, beckoned me to follow. Keeping up with her as we climbed down the two flights of stairs from her bedroom to the basement was difficult, hobbled by the short chain, but angry as she was, I knew better than to do anything but stay closely behind. After all, the last thing I wanted to do was to give her a reason to be any angrier.

The Convention

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a fairly lengthy story I have been working on. The story itself serves as the introduction to the first character of what I hope to develop into a small series of stories. Having now taken a short break after writing 28 chapters, I am reading back and questioning some of my decisions. Because of this I have decided to post the first nine chapters, the ones I am happiest with, and solicit any suggestions or advice for where readers think the story (or series) should go, or improvements to what I have. Please comment or e-mail me your suggestions. Enjoy!

The Coven

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is one of the most intense stories I’ve written, for me it toys how far I’m comfortable going. I like safe fantasies and couples trying sex games! Despite being completely consensual playing with a slave’s mind seems much more intense than some simple BDSM… give it a read and see what you think!

It had been fifteen years since I’d first seen her. Of course time passed differently for vampires, an immortal lifespan gave you a different perspective on a few decades but for her the time would have been an eternity. I could sense the anticipation in the room my two valets eager to see the result of their work, my wives intrigued to meet the new member of their ranks and of course myself. I’d paid her little mind over the past decade and a half as she lay entombed beneath my mansion but now she was ready to join him I recalled when we’d first met.

The Curator

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best.

_Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.*

The Curse of Queen Sarah

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell.

The Dancer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft.

_Update (10/28/11):* Enjoying this so far, hope you do also.

Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.*

Chapter 1 - New Purchase

Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley.

The Day!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As usual, this is fiction. It is 1rst person because, well, that is the view point character. “I” gets capitalized if it begins a sentence. Oh, if you read this on another site, good eyes. I’m the author that submitted it there.:) The bondage is almost secondary to the power exchange.

i await her. The damn Chastity Device is off and i’m rock hard but these restraints mean i can’t do anything about that. She knows it. She loves the irony. She loves my suffering. i love her for loving my suffering.

The Devil's Workshop

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

*She struggled because there was nothing else to do but it wasn’t to get free, she already knew that was impossible, it was to prevent her muscles from atrophying and her mind from screaming even if, physically, she was currently incapable of doing anything of the kind.

Mentally she was alert enough. She could still remember the jab of the needle in her upper left thigh and the hands that had held her tightly as it was emptied into her but right now everything else, apart from the fact that she was held rigidly to a chair, bound tightly and blindfolded and gagged, was just a blank….*

The Dice Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome!

Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike.

Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains.

The Dip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Rhonda Moore checked her make up in the rear view mirror and was excited at her first day of her new promotion. Center Chemical’s new chief of R&D Rhoda Jacobson. She was happy to be in this position and had done everything to earn it. That everything meant everything! She was stuck on a problem and she had spied someone else working on a similar problem but from the different end. She stole the note off of that persons desk and made the very incredible breakthrough.

The Display Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “it is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.”

Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist.

The Dominant

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Okay, I’m willing to admit right up front that this story is FAR from flawless. I wrote it when I was about 18-19 and my writing skills at the time were questionable at best. But, I still have a soft spot for it since this was the first story I ever wrote from start to finish without losing interest. So I hope that you can all read with open minds.

The Dominatrix Games

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a few things about my story. Since this is the first story I’ve ever written, please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes (I did my absolute best to get it perfect). I wrote this based on one of my fantasies, it is sci-fi, but please don’t let the lack of realism turn you away, I’m sure I’ve included ideas many will enjoy. The reason is because I love ideas completely out there, it adds to the kink factor, thrill, and uniqueness. There will be unrealistic ideas of course, but I did my best to explain everything I felt needed to be explained. Lastly, just remember this was based on one of my cheesy, ridiculous fantasies, I wrote this the way I saw fit and have chosen to share it with you. Best regards, happy reading!

The Donor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Some fantasies are just that…”

When he had asked for a shot to take away the pain, he had expected it to make him drowsy, maybe even send him to sleep for a while. He hadn’t expected it to give him a cock so hard that it felt like he could drill clean through to Australia with it.

The pain had gradually subsided but his erection hadn’t. He was mildly drowsy. He lay back in his bed, propped up on pillows, watching the world go by, or rather, watching the visitors come in and go out. It was August, it was hot, even inside the hospital, and it was visiting time.

The Dream of the End

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young biker, not completely on the right side of the law, finds an unbelievable situation in the wheatfields of Kansas.

“Some people worry about The End of the Dream. All I cared about was the Dream of the End.” Anonymous - WWII concentration camp survivor.

I had been an outdoors type all my life. Given any set of mountains or wilderness, I could survive most comfortably with just a knife as a tool. Some of that was learned in childhood in the wilds of West Virginia, the rest with the Special Forces in the US Army.

The End

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I would have screamed if it had not been for the metal head enclosure I was sealed into, cold and unyielding and holding my mouth firmly shut. Not that I could have opened it anyways, I had been injected so full of muscle relaxant that I was essentially paralysed, nothing moved, nothing… From a couple of plastic windows I had been left for the eyes I could see in front of me, my gaze affixed upon the table, holding my fate and my life from my unmoving eyes, eyes that would never again see my pretty reflection, my Monroe smile or my petite size ten figure. All that was left of me was my mind and with no port for expression I was lost into a world of my loneliness. The table still had tools and metal parts awaiting their fate upon my skin, and I would have shivered had I been able to at the touch of the icy cold I felt as they were attached one by one, locking and sealing me away from the world. As I saw the last sealing screw picked up off of the table I knew this was forever, no escape, no future, no life.

The Equal Opportunities Officer

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. If people enjoy the story I’ll write sequences - Chapter 6 is already in preparation. Actually the story is just getting started. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - The Company

Everything just went so well! But it had cost me a lot too. For the last 5 years, I had earned my degree in psychology with the addition to gender sciences. When I have a goal, I pursue it without regard to losses. I wanted to continue my mother’s life’s work and promote the equality of women in German society. Immediately after my final university exams, I was offered a well-paid position by a renowned Software company, whose supervisory board had committed itself to promote women in the company.

The Equinox

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In an outpost in the Antarctic, a woman find herself alone, tending to the base. The antarctic winter looms over. Light is dwindling.

This is the first story that I’ve written, so some parts may be slightly wonky in one way or another.

All comments and questions are welcome and encouraged.

Part 1

So this is what it feels like, Helen. She thought to herself as she stared into the storm outside the base. It was complete whiteout, and had been now for a couple of days, and she had been alone since just before it began. Howard had broken his arm badly, and had been transported out to McMurdo for treatment, Rachel had flown him out, and that left her to stay and maintain the base. She didn’t know how they fared, as she hadn’t been able to reach anyone on the radio since the storm began. Thankfully she had always been the stay in and read a book type, as the weather did not allow for any travel, and the weather was not showing any signs of letting up. Winter was creeping closer, and if the storm kept up, she might have to stay, and wait for spring.

The Experiment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated.

Chapter I - The Prep

The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects.

The Extended Contract

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback!

Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest.

The Factory

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first story I’ve written - so be nice! Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

When Jessica came to her head was foggy. As she took in her surroundings she tried to clear her mind to remember the events that had led to her being in the predicament she was now in.

She had left work a little later than usual, around 5pm and began her usual walk to the train station. She had her headphones on full blast, like every day when she made her journey, she hated hearing the outside world and preferred to be lost in a world filled with music where every word had a meaning and told her a story. It stopped the boredom more than anything.

The Fall

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it. Remember, I live for your feedback, so even if you hate it, let me know. Jenny xxx

_Update (10/19/11):* Hope people are still enjoying this - lack of recent comments is a bit discuraging. If you’re still interested, please let me know. If not, I’ll work on other stuff.*

Update (11/13/11): Thanks for the feedback, glad people are enjoying it. I think you’ll like this bit :-) As always, please comment to encourage me to write more. Jenny xxx

The Fax

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

She lay motionless, listening, trying to sense if the small noise she heard was the door. Her mind was racing, had she forgotten to lock the door, was this one of her greatest fears? This all started with that FAX. He had called her at the office this morning and told her she had better get to the FAX machine before anyone else and hung up; she immediately knew why and literally ran (which wasn’t easy in 4’’ high heels) across the office. The machine had already churned out one page and continued to print. Three handwritten pages finally were printed before the machine stopped. Vicki the office busy body and resident bitch walked up to her coffee in hand and said, ‘’that must be an important FAX; the way you busted your ass to get over here to pick it up.’’ Her mind raced quickly for an answer, yes, this was the information she had needed for three days to finish a project. She turned in her heels and walked away before the bitch could say another word.

The Fire Within

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julia loved her dungeon. She had invested considerable funds getting it just right, but she found it well worth the money. All the chains were just right and in perfect positions to bind her helpless captives open to her wrath. This night’s featured guest was a lovely young girl named Carrie. She had yet to decide how she wanted to bind the girl who was, even now, meandering about examining the varied contraptions she had acquired.

The First Live Show

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a follow up to The New Way of Things by me (although I got a typo in my name first time round so you’ll find it under skavemalcom not slavemalcom!). Once again this is all a work of fiction, my Wife and I do a little chastity and bondage play, but nothing to this level. I hope people enjoy reading this, i enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 1 – The 6 months that followed

The Five Foot Spreader-bar

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Self bondage can be dangerous so please be aware of this fact. Please do not try to imitate the scene.

A few weeks ago Peter measured, cut, sanded and made me a lovely long spreader bar for me to play with. It’s a thick wooden dowel rod five feet long with screw eyes in the ends and one in the centre of the bar. He painted it black for me and it has been drying in the garage all week, ready for me to play with. Now this spreader bar is only four to five inches smaller than me. So it would be a challenge how I was going to use it.

The Frustration Factor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Meter Level One - Establishing A Base Line!

As far as I was concerned she was a pseudo submissive. She played at being a sub’, and probably was to an extent, but only when she was calling the shots. I figured her out within the first couple of play sessions we did and knew she was constantly guiding the scene to her own advantage and topping me from the bottom.

The Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Kelly’s head was pounding. That and where ever she was damm cold. Complicating matters was she was completely naked. She looked around. She stood in a white room with a molded white table and chair that looked like part of the floor. One end had a computer screen with one green and one red buttons under it. The other end had a series of red drawers. Twelve in all. Each drawer had a keypad. She remembered backpacking through Europe with her friend and stopping off at a little hostile/inn and then drinking too damm much beer. Her friend. Lynn was not in the room with her. Was she dead? No, she did not think so. Where was she? A mental ward? No, at least the would have given her something to wear. The screen beeped. She read what was on it.

The Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer glanced at her watch and wondered where her friend was. Standing outside the local electronics store, she was impatient to get this over with. Her boyfriend’s birthday was the next day and she still couldn’t decide what to get him. She knew this was an important moment in their relationship. She had recently graduated from high school and moved in with John, her senior by 3 years, and they had already spoken of spending the rest of their lives together. His turning 21 not only marked an important moment in his life, but was also the first time they could officially celebrate an occasion as an adult couple. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find anything appropriate. She had already considered everything from a trip to a new watch, but they didn’t seem to fit the right mood. She had always been bad at this gift thing. She knew he put on a good face when he had opened previous presents. But she could see his disappointment sneaking through as he held up socks or a new CD. And whenever he gave gifts to her, they always seemed to be the perfect thing for the moment, gifts that inevitably brought tears to her eyes.

The Gift Certificate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Comments very welcome

Part 1

He typed in the address of the site on the gift certificate that he found when clearing out his late uncle Tom’s belongings. There had been quite a few really interesting things to keep, and as a poor student he could use things others wouldn’t be all that interested in, of course. His mother had given him free reign anyway, since it saved her a long trip from Dallas to San Francisco, and he was only half a day away, north of LA. She had not been very close to her younger brother, but his death at a young age when driving off a coastal cliff in his new Porsche convertible had nevertheless been quite a shock. Best of it for him, when clearing his uncle’s condo out had been finding a two year old Chevrolet Tahoe. It was slightly dented, but still, a vast improvement on the 14 year old Honda Civic with the airco kaputt. Yet he even got $200 for it selling his old banger on the spot. It had been a matter of loading the stuff he had wanted to keep, and getting the rest to the dump. A U-haul trailer had been needed though. The condo had been put on the market now, and the proceeds would be going to his mother, obviously.

The Gingerbread House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment.

Part 1

It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this 3 part sci-fi spoof we go back to the 1960s, when the forces of UNCLE (The United Network Command for Law and Enforcement) were battling the evil THRUSH Organization. Our heroine, April Dancer, was recruited by UNCLE right after college. In Part 1, April goes through a rigorous 90 day probationary training period, which included the UNCLE Torture Chair Test and a water torture test. When she passes, April enthusiastically participates in UNCLE’s bizarre recreational sex program. In Part 2, April takes part in UNCLE’s Field Exercises. She is captured and tortured by members of a lesbian women’s team. After the field exercises conclude, April and her friends are kept for nearly 24 hours and forced to play lesbian bondage sex games. In part 3, April and her best friend double cross 2 of the lesbian women and trick them into a night of heterosexual bondage sex. April must endure THRUSH’s latest weapon, The Fucking Machine! Finally, April becomes a hit in UNCLE’s Playroom.

The Girl From U.N.C.L.E.: The Dog Gone Affair

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my rendition of the very 1st Episode of The Girl From UNCLE, first televised on September 16, 1966, Obviously certain scenes from this episode could not be shown on TV. Please see my introductory story to April Dancer, The Girl From UNCLE, elsewhere on this website.

Hi, this is April. My new partner, Mark Slate, and I, had been training together, at UNCLE’s secret headquarters, for about 3 weeks and felt that we worked together quite well. One Monday morning, we were called to Chief Waverly’s office for our 1st mission. UNCLE operatives in Athens, Greece, had received information about a phenomenon occurring on the only village on a small island, Kronos, just off the S.E. coast of Greece’s mainland. A few of UNCLE’s native operatives infiltrated the island and took film of most everyone moving about in slow motion. Worse yet, the daily end of the work day Greek dance held around the fountain in the center of the town, looked pitiful. Both the dancers and musicians were lethargic and danced and played at a very slow unhappy rate. Mark and I and Mr. Waverly were watching video of this phenomenon that had been flown in. We learned that a THRUSH agent, by the name of Poulous, was responsible and lived in a guarded walled mansion set on top of a hill. While in Kronos, our operatives had also taken blood samples of a number of affected villagers, and shipped them along with the film we seemed to be constantly watching.

The Girl in the Window

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Julie closed her eyes and climaxed again. She hoped she could hold back the screams of satisfaction and despair that welled within her throat.

She thought that maybe this time, their bondage game had gone too far. She looked out over the city that spread out before her and moaned into her gag.

“Damn him,” she thought, “he’s really fixed me but good this time!”

And, indeed, Mark had fixed Julie but good this time.

The Halo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Update (2012/11/02): In the previous episode my fiancee, Angel had made me shop lingerie. It turned out she intended me to wear the panties. Despite having four leather cuffs secured with super glue and a chain hanging padlocked from my left ankle I managed to get the upper hand. Now I’m pushing Angel towards our basement torture dungeon to deliver a good old spanking.

Part 1

We had been living together for almost a year and I had never heard my fiancee use the F-word. Obviously my suggestion had shocked her.

The Highest Bidder

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The lights in the apartment were off. Only a faint blue haze from the glow of the computer screen dimly illuminated the room. It shone on the face of the young lady in front of it, making it appear pale, ghostly. Jennifer was hunkered over the screen reading the description of the item she had found on eBay. Her heart thudded at a trip hammer pace, her breath caught in her chest. It read

The Hiker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Talk about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse. It was only three weeks since I had cleared my workshop of the last project. My bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a new project until, that is, I saw the hiker.

She didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with her, I guessed 5'2", body screaming for attention. I ran the picture through my mental computer. Pale blue flowered halter top, very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box purse. Over her left shoulder a half empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like girl in her late teens or early twenties.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it.

Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop

My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her.

The House of Beldor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

LIFE SUCKS!

This was the thought that rolled thru her head… deafened her mind to the world around her and any possible escape from the dull, day-to-day existance that she lived.

Everyday was the same… she awoke… she wen’t to her low paying, intolerably boring job… she came home to the solitary confines of her empty apartment … the only relief was her computer, there she was loved… there she was beautiful … there she was wanted … to dream that someday real life could be like her fantasies brought tears to her cheeks and an ache to her sorrowful heart.

The House That Jack Built

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He had run every red light between the Strand and St John’s Wood and it seemed like all the speed cameras in London had flashed him as well but the late evening traffic was light and it had taken him just 20 minutes so far. He knew he was close and when he turned the corner, all four tires squealing and saw the flashing lights, the endless lines of police cars and back up units, the Fire Engines and the Ambulances and heard helicopter blades beating the air rhythmically above him, he knew he was in the right place.

The Housekeeper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time!

Chapter 1: Discovery

My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls.

The Hunger Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a sci-fi bondage story based on a very popular book and film series. This is my first story on this site, so please give as much helpful feedback as possible in the comments. If you like this I’ll probably continue writing in another part. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Kat was woken by a harsh, repetitive beeping sound. Opening her eyes, she saw that the sound was coming from a small red timer, counting down second-by-second. 58… 57… 56… 55… Kat was very confused. The last thing she remembered was talking to a tall, shy man in her student coffee shop. He seemed pretty friendly, his name was Kevin… or was it Keith? Anyway, all she could remember after that was a stinking cloth being held to her face the moment she walked into her flat. The dull headache and sense of nausea in Kat’s stomach slowed her waking, and she struggled to take in her surroundings. The timer appeared sideways in her vision and was floating, seemingly impossibly, in mid-air. Light from the opening of what appeared to be a cave hurt her eyes, and she could feel mud and stones against her left arm and bare ass. She attempted to reach out to touch the timer, to somehow stop the piercing noise in her now sensitive ears, only to find that her wrists were locked together behind her back. Looking at her naked body, she noticed a thick metal belt around her abdomen, with a large black button at the front. She could just about see that her wrists were encased in some sort of hi-tech bracelets, as were her ankles. Suddenly her senses came to life as she started to panic. Where am I? Who bound my wrists together? What does this timer mean? Is it a bomb?! 16… 15… 14… Kat sat up and squirmed away from the red display as best she could, covering her lower body in mud, until her back was pressed up against the cold rock wall of the cave. 6… 5… 4… She closed her eyes, hearing the last beeps 3… 2… 1… 0… Her arms flopped beside her as the cuffs released.

The Hunger Game Part II: An Exchange of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, everyone. This is the sequel to my original story, ‘The Hunger Game’. Below is a brief summary of the plot so far for newcomers, however I recommend that you read the original before starting this one. The story is set several hundred years in the future. Here’s the plot so far:

Kat, the main character, is abducted, and wakes naked in the wilderness, with metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and a metal belt with a large button. She discovers that she is in some sort of ‘game’, run on points called ‘Arousal Points’, or ‘AP’, which can be used to buy food, ’time’, and a way out of the game. To obtain these Arousal Points she must sexually stimulate a slave. To obtain a slave she must simply press the button on their belt. This will give one hour of control (more time can be bought). Once a slave is under someone’s control, they can use a diverse voice-command system to materialise and control hi-tech bondage equipment, along with various other toys.

The Impalement of Mistress Simone

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress Simone is a real person and this is a fantasy she has. The Author originally wrote this story for her and is now publishing it to fulfill her fantasy.

If you liked this story or have any feedback please write to me at: www.torquemaster02@hotmail.com I enjoy the feedback and it helps to make me a better writer. I hope you enjoyed reading my work as much as I did writing it.

The Initiation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Andrea shifted slightly on the sofa as her brother stormed through the door. Her eyes darted back and forth from the pages of the book she was reading to the out of breath boy. “Rough Friday, freshman?”

“What?” Aaron asked, startled by the question. He had not seen his sister sitting there when he walked in. Quickly, the boy stripped off his lightweight jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair, and began to ascend the staircase leading to the top floor of the house.

The Intruder

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Jessica didn’t know why she did it. While other girls her age were out at clubs getting drunk and fucking strange guys, she quietly slipped into homes and took stuff. It wasn’t anything big, usually jewelry, cash, or some trinket. Half of the goods just ended up in a dumpster. No, for her it was the thrill of sneaking in and taking something, anything. It was her rush.

The Itch That Could Not Be Scratched

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author!

SISTER’S DEVOTION

Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks.

The Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: A Conversation

“Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language.

The Keys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I stir as the sun rises, shining through the slightly parted curtains of our bedroom. Feeling your tender bottom pressed against mine in the bed we share I smile knowing you didn’t get up through the night. I smile as I roll over and look at your body held firmly by the heavy rubber cat suit that you were shoehorned into the night before. Knowing you probably haven’t slept much I stroke your thigh with my hand as you lay there and I hear you moan. I run my hand between your thighs and feel a slight vibration, smiling to myself knowing you had no sleep at all. I look to your pretty face and see it hidden from my view by a heavy rubber hood with no eyes, remembering I pushed a large gag into your mouth before I locked the hood around your head so you wouldn’t disturb my rest. The collar around your neck locked over the collar of the hood so making it non removable. I run my hands up your shoulders feeling how tightly the strong leather arm binder has pulled them together at the back, and also feeling for the strap that pulled your bound feet in the highest heels imaginable up to your wrists securing you in place for the night. I feel you squirm slightly as what must be a very constrained orgasm rides through you as you can barely breathe. The corset you have on under the suit makes your breathing short and sweet and more than once through the night you have been on the verge of losing consciousness. Realising I am awake you try to moan through your gag and writhe through your bonds to be close to me and hold me but the strain finally takes your breath and your breath and reality leaves you.

The Kidnapper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

This one looked too good to be true. Short blonde hair, long shapely legs, a derriere barely covered by the tiniest of cut-off jean shorts, and breasts pouring out of a low cut halter top. And then there was the most perfect thing of all about this one. She sat cross-legged next to a broken-down BMW on the Ocean View Road ten miles out of the city and two miles away from anyplace USA. Lisa had seen some open invitations before, and had taken advantage of her share, but this one…! This one was just too good to be true.

The Kidnapping of Jennifer and Dan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group goes Three-on-One! Bill, Stan and Rob kidnap Jennifer. They tie her up and take her to a remote woods, where they have their way with her all day long. Meanwhile, the wives, Sally, Yvette and Virginia kidnap Jennifer’s husband Dan, and have their own unique plans for Dan at 2 different houses. After the couple is briefly reunited in the woods, the girls take Jennifer to Yvette’s new playroom, where they torment her, flog her, and introduce her to Mr. Sybian!!!

The Kingdom

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The Renaissance Faire never really closes…

Prologue

The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded its demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity.

But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members.

The Kinky Collection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is inspired by Charles Band’s “Puppetmaster” movies and has supernatural elements in it. This may not be for everyone.

The four friends had known each other since middle school and for some of them since elementary school. Now, after graduating high school together and finishing their first year of college in their respective universities, the four friends were getting together for a summer getaway at one of their wealthy uncle’s secluded vacation in the woods of upstate New York, complete with a nearby lake and resort area for swimming, hiking, and all types of water recreation activities.

The Leather Twins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – First of the Set!

I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation.

The Letter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Sandra was a girl who was full of life, never a dull moment but not always at 100 miles an hour. She could party with the best yes but she also liked to push the temperature up in the bedroom as well.

I first met Sandra when I booked a dental appointment. I was having some pain with a tooth so thought I would go and get a quick filling and that would be that. I got a late appointment due to a cancellation but when my name was called I went through to the surgery expecting Mr Wilson to be waiting but instead there was Sandra. She looked very sexy in her ‘scrubs’ like outfit and after she had introduced herself and her assistant Liz, I climbed into the chair for my examination. Sandra had short dark hair and ample breasts. She looked as though she visited the gym on a regular basis and as you would expect she had a take me to bed smile, with just perfect film star teeth.

The Lifestyle Farmer: An Awakening

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius

The Loving Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty.

So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/

Chapter 1 - Prolog

My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?”

The Male BDSM Menu

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Prologue

My wife’s eight years younger than I am so you could say I was a cradle robber but we’ve been in love since we met in our twenties. Paula’s introduction into bondage had started while we dating. I had brought it up in conversation and as the interest grew had shown her my small collection of toys and magazines. Most of the magazines were geared towards the female persuasion which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time she helped craft several of her bondage sessions we did from the pictures within. I also had several magazines with women dominating their male subs with all types of torture including cbt, spanking; sucking the proffered dildo and driving home. For many years bondage was a mutual thing between us; with her playing the sub much more often than dominate because she doesn’t share my desire to be a dominate mistress. For her the real turn on was the unexpected twist of those very sensitive parts. I enjoyed building her to multiple orgasms with toys or my cunning tongue then completing the task by driving home “the real thing” as she says while she was very immobile and out of control; something I enjoy as well. Over the course of time however things changed as they always do. She still enjoys our making love with all its passion in the moment but her desire for the bondage play has dampened time and “the change” which leaves me to the off moment when she’s gone and all’s quite at home. When I play alone she’d normally make checks on me for safety reasons and the occasional ass slap or ride.

The Male Bitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a longer story so please feel free to comment.

James Miller slipped the black, lacy bra over his head and made sure it was in a comfortable position before grabbing the gel-filled balloons he used to simulate breasts. He stuck one of them over each pectoral and made sure that they weren’t visible. He then slid the dance belt up his shaved legs and tucked his junk under it. It was followed a black, lacy thong that matched the bra. He turned to check himself out in the mirror. His reflection was that of a woman. He had a long blonde wig on over his close cropped hair and had shaved all hair on his chin or beneath his nose. With some black eyeliner and mascara around his blue eyes, rouge on his cheeks, and red lipstick coating his lips, his face almost passed for a woman. As for the body, with no body hair and no fat and the dance belt and balloons, he easily passed for a very gorgeous woman.

The Mansion

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

They were waiting for him when he arrived home. It was after midnight and the street was empty, so there was little chance that they would be seen. The white Ford van parked in front of the house would most likely go unnoticed because of the auto mechanic across the street. There were different cars parked on the block every day and chances were good that it had roused no suspicion at all. He had barely got out of his car when the back doors of the van flew open. Three women, all clad in the same black, skin-tight cat suits, came running towards him. Startled, he dropped his bag and tried to grab the maglite he kept next to the drivers’ seat, in an effort to defend himself. By this time they were already on him and one had placed a cloth drenched in chloroform ether over his face, which he quickly succumbed to.

The Meaning of Desperation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I read all comments.

If she could have spoken she would be berating herself, loudly. The thick rubber phallus filling her mouth stopped almost any sound, and it was held in place by the stretchy vinyl hood that covered everything but her nose and eyes, her long blonde hair poking through a hole in the back. The most noise she could make was an exasperated huff. Carrie’s thoughts were a blur, as they usually were for the first half hour or so after her tormentor finished with her, but one kept coming to the surface. Why do I keep letting her do this to me?

The Mermaid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m not sure when I had this idea, I’m even sure how good it is. There seems a lot less sex, bondage and orgasms that I’d normally put in my stories but I think something about the situation is quite erotic.

I’d be very interested to know what you think and if you have any other ideas for these entertainers. As it is I’m not planning a Part 2, however if the response is good I may be persuaded to continue!

The Mother-in-Law Popped in for Coffee

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Bondage is dangerous so never leave someone bound and gagged.

Now on to the story . . . .

Part One

It was 6:30 and Peter had stepped out of the shower just after me. He came up behind me and put his arms around me to give me a cuddle as I was drying off. He started stroking at my breasts playing with my nipples so I reached behind him parting the towel around his waist and started stroking his cock.

The New Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mark Jennings thought he had it made. He was very successful in Business. He was never had problems securing a date from some of the most attractive women in the city.

The only thing missing was the trophy wife.

Sure, when he needed an escort to a formal business function there was no shortage of women who were willing to accompany him to such functions. The problem was what happened when they opened their mouth.

The New Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As always I enjoy any and all comments.

“So, you think you’d like the position I’m offering?”

I was standing in a trendy bar next to a high table late on a Sunday evening. There were plenty of seats, but I didn’t dare hop on the stool. On the phone she’d told me to dress as erotically as I could, and that the offer depended on her being impressed. So there I stood, in a body stocking covered by a leather over-bust corset that laced in back, long black gloves and a latex miniskirt that just was not willing to cover my rear, let alone allow me to sit down.

The New Sub-Contractor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My beautiful wife and I are renovating our house by the lake. To save money at first, my wife did the work herself but, it cost a lot to finish the jobs. Then she hired the trades and that cost even more because with extra workers, she could do what seemed like endless additional jobs.

I came home the other night to a new twist to an old renovation idea. My wife wanted to hire a general contractor who could hire even more expensive trades and do even more and more jobs. All she really wanted was to remove the roof from the house and replace it with the one my wife said that she “always really wanted” and it will take only 8 working days and a lot of money. Needless to say I said “No way!” I would be working like a slave to this construction job and I couldn’t see any reason to give in….

The North Pole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

2007 Holiday Charity Contest Entry

Finally, the holiday rush showed signs of slowing down. The crowd seems thinner and would soon heed Donna’s announcement, “thank you for shopping at Zak’s Third Avenue Department Store, the store will be closing in ten minutes.”

Donna sighs and looks at her watch for the thousandth time wondering why oh why do these people have to put off their shopping until midnight of December 22nd.

The Nosey Babysitter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was finally Saturday night and Craig and his lovely wife Sue were anxiously looking forward to going out on the town. Since Sue had started her new job things had been rough for the young couple. Just eight months ago they had been blessed with their first child. Little Dale was the perfect little baby and fortunately for the newly wed couple usually slept thru the night. Craig worked nights so he took care of little Dale during the day and Sue shared the chores at night. Unfortunately their jobs also meant that the couple had little time for themselves which was especially trying since the young couple had enjoyed a very active and “kinky” sex life before the baby.

The Object of His Affection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wouldn’t exactly call myself a writer of erotic fiction, preferring to engage in lighter fair. However, there are times, late at night, when a particularly odd idea will formulate in my head. These are those odd ideas come to light. Mostly, my tales will tilt towards the erotic horror, the story twisting somewhere dark in the final chapters. Though, I will admit to the romantic. Occasionally I go there and put forth something with more substance and emotion.

The Oculus Mirror

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Def: Oculus Mirror - a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Prologue

The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn’t stumble. Soon he came to a row of shops and entered the one with the sign ‘Antiques’ hanging above the door. Walking into the room he took a look around and noticed something amiss. The clerk came out of the back room and spied the old man and said, “Hello Herr Brunner, how was your lunch?”

The Packing Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I had been working at 4th Plastics for about 2 weeks before I had my life changed forever by Alan. I had just recently moved to town and 4th Plastics was looking for a computer programmer to update their system. I took the job and started working a couple of days later. A few days after I started, when I was on break, a nice looking guy came into the break room. He was about 6-foot tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Since I was the only one in the room he sat down across the table from me.

The Penalty Box

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend.

The Perfect Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: True Story, first of many

Chapter 1 - The Arrival

The following events are not fiction, this story and all future chapters added are entirely real.

I had today possibly the single greatest delivery of all time.

Something I’d wanted for years but because of the cost and size always put off but a couple of days ago I made the order and today it arrived.

I picked up the parcel from my delivery point on the way home from work, a large inconspicuous brown box about 2ft by 2ft and 1ft deep. Carrying it home my head was going crazy with the possibilities, I actually had one, after all these years of dreaming, playing scenarios in my head they could now all become reality.

The Perils of Annette

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Annette was only half awake as her husband busily prepared himself for the day ahead; she sat at the dining table with her cup of coffee gradually coming to, she listened to him as he moved about the house getting ready to leave for work. He was going on about some major project he had on today but Annette was only just interested in the day she had planned and as soon as he left she would start. He was now standing by the front door, briefcase in hand looking for his car keys when Annette walked slowly over to him and held the keys out to him, kissing her on the cheek he grabbed the keys and opened the door “Don’t forget to feed Bessie!” he said as he left.

The Pink Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else.

These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night.

The Poker Game

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was written for someone on fetlife hence the perspective but ended up being significantly longer than I thought it would be so posting it on here as well. Already have plans on how I will continue this with at least another 3-4 parts so hope all enjoy.

Part 1

Just after midday your phone buzzes, the unexpected message tells you that something will be delivered shortly, that you are to wear it and be ready for 5pm. The next hour seems to pass slower than a full day as your brain runs in circles trying to deduce what the package could contain. You try and distract yourself with tv and your phone but it’s hopeless. Your mind has made you a prisoner to the unknown cardboard boxes. Finally there is a knock at the door and you rush to collect the collection of boxes. Opening the largest first, you see inside the folds of black material, with just the subtlest hint of shine to it. You pull out what you now realise is a dress. Holding it in front of yourself and examining it in the mirror you see that it’ll leave your shoulders bare and give a fair view of your cleavage, it’s short but not slutty short, ending half way down your thigh. The beautiful tight material will make you look sexy but classy, the other 2 boxes contain high black heels and a set of delicate but intricate panties, black and sliver straps wound together to circle between your legs and around you. The final small box you open slowly savouring the last moment of wild guessing as to its content. The lid lifts to reveal 2 red silicone balls the size of ping pong balls, a seconds confusion is removed as you recognise the marketing leaflet inside the box as one from a high end sex shop. Your confusion is quickly replaced with a hot blush as you know they will be inside you for the evening.

The Pole

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The orgasm rocked me like a tidal wave. I screamed into the ball gag. I was thrusting against the straps violently as wave after wave rolled across me. The vibrations from the plugs subsided and I could feel myself relax. I couldn’t move that much. My breathing was starting to calm down when the plugs came to life again. It started like it always did very low, not really to a rhythm. It was gonna be a long night. Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The sounds that came from around the gag were nothing but grunts.

The Pony Girl Polo Club

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In ‘The Pony Race’, Bryony (also know as the ponygirl ‘Sticky Fingers’) enlisted the help of athletics coach, Mike to help her prepare for the annual village Mares’ race. The intense and rather kinky nature of their training drew the two of them into an intimate relationship and exposed Bryony’s submissive nature. Eighteen months later, the couple remain in the village of Mares-de-Launce, with Bryony living as Mike’s slave…

The Pony Race

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Professional sports coach, Mike, is asked by amateur athlete, Bryony, for some help in preparing for her local race. From the title you can guess what it might involve. I was going to publish this in two parts as it has taken some time to write but there have been a couple of cracking stories of this length in the last couple of months (well done to Alcatraz for ‘Phoenix’ and Southrook for ‘The Kingdom’) so here it is in it’s entirety…

The Pony Wish

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Amber creates a ponygirl outfit to wear to a fetish night club. This leads her into contact and under the control of a strange powerful woman. How far can this relationship go? How much will be too much for Amber?

Amber looked at herself in the mirror. She almost could not believe what she was seeing. Her ponygirl outfit was striking. She shivered. She had always loved all things equine although her experience with actual horses was very limited. She was not wealthy. And such things were more available to the more privileged class. That did not include Amber.

The Power of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well.

Chapter 1

On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family.

The Private Island

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: (This is series inspired by a short from Gromet’s Plaza: “The Box” by yourdbtop. It started as a writing experiment using only 1st and 2nd person pronouns, but I’ve been having too much fun with it since. I decided to share it piece by piece; if others enjoy it, perhaps I’ll keep going. Forewarning that while I love to be very descriptive, this is still a penned fantasy and not meant to be realistic. If you’re the type to complain about realism, consider leaving now.)

The Pulchritudinous Perils of Pearl Dean

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Pearl Dean, daughter of the British ambassador to Germany, dreams of experiencing the adventures enjoyed by the heroines she sees on the silver screen. (At this point, the knowing and compassionate reader might caution a well brought up young lady to beware what she wishes for incase, one day, her dreams might come true)

This is romantic adventure in the old-fashioned sense, set mostly in ’the dark continent’ of Africa in the 1930s. I’d like to compare it to H Rider Haggard but it’s probably more Indiana Jones only with more bondage. In comparison to many of my stories, it gets off to a slow start (a ‘slow burn’ is the expression used by another author) but I hope it subsequently delivers. If you want hot bondage and kink in almost every scene then you’re probably better reading ‘Kawaii’ or ‘The Circus’, however, I hope you’ll find this one worth engaging with.

The Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I moved out of town and it’s been about a year or so but where I moved from I have been seeing pretty much the same Mistress her real name Mistress Suzanne and we had a real good relationship but when I moved she did get upset but what was I to do. She was very good at what she did and mixed it up often I never really knew what to expect but it was mostly all good.

The Real thing

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’d lusted after her for some time. Having followed her through the small amount of modeling she had done, I had grown to be an avid fan. Not only because she was innocent and beautiful, but also because it was clear how much she loved bondage and submission. Living the life of a fetish model, I was always surprised that she complained as much to me about not being able to truly submit. Her last boyfriend was handsome for sure, but not into the “scene” as they say, and constantly disapproving of her work in bondage. As I grew to be her friend more and more, I tried to tell her she could find better, someone who would let her live her own life, but I think she never believed it. It was all I could do not to blurt out, “it’s me! I’ll make your dreams come true!” But I was involved myself, in a somewhat soft relationship that had stopped fulfilling my need to truly dominate. I was ready for a change, and I hoped Sarah was, too.

The Robbery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I approached the adult store with my girlfriend’s words ringing in my head, “Pick me up something for me to play with when your not here, and don’t be embarrassed, everyone visits these store”. I had been with Jenny for a few months now and she certainly wasn’t like any other girls I had been with before; confident, self assured and extremely sexual. She had taught me a thing or three!! Little did I know this shopping trip would be another part of my education.

The Robbery of Croft Manor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Please note that this story is pure fiction, not even considering the following fictional characters separate stories. The characters featured in this fan-fiction rights belong to their respected owners (Marvel & Eidos) I do not own these rights. Also, I would like to thanks Cropsncuffs for allowing me to use his story as a inspiration-source.

Part I

“It must be here, It can’t be anywhere else” Catwoman thought as she jumped off the fence surrounding the Croft Manor. “I’ve checked all the museums she normally donates to, but none of them have it!”

The Romban Guest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is not fanfiction. Those references have been changed! All characters featured in this story are my own creations, even if this were fanfiction. I hope that everyone enjoys my story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email.

Ensign Michelle Carter was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the VSS Serec, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to patrol the Romban/Alliance neutral zone. Now she was getting ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed into bed and dimmed the lights.

The Runner's Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a sampler, to a possible series. Your thoughts are very welcome.

Jackie raced through the entry hall, tossed her running shoes in the corner, stretched (too fast to be of any value), jumped into and out of the shower as quickly as possible, pulled on her dressing gown, put on the CD of Wasis Diop singing “Everything … is never quite enough” and threw herself on the settee, in the warmth of the sun.

The Sales Pitch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Kaitlin watched the characters streaming across the screen a few inches from her face, but only a scant few made any sense to her. Too many other thoughts, too many sensations, were assailing her for the words to form any meaning. There was no comprehension left within her, not after everything she’d gone through and what was being inflicted on her.

The Savage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a translation to English of the longest story I ever written.

Please be aware that the English version is abridged from the original. When translating I tried to edit out any inconsistencies. I hope I got it right.

It is also a very dark story. When one vanilla person lives out his most twisted fantasies I guess we might end up with one story of domination and submission where the kink feels good and nice.

The Sensual Academy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a minor offshoot of The Hotel. This story will stand alone, but will have more context if The Hotel is read first.

Prelude

My name is Fatimah bint Mahmoud bin Abdulaziz Al-Fulan - my Master calls me Teema. I was his ward until I reached my twentieth birthday. The reason that I actually reached that date, is due to his kindness in keeping me safe from a certain set of relatives in my native country. My parents were fairly important government employees in the foreign service, and we spent most of our lives living in some embassy somewhere in the world. During that time, I picked up fluency in almost a dozen languages.

The Service Period

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I hope I have adequately conveyed my wonderful story in my first attempt at publishing. All events contained are true.

It seem to be the typical day for Amber as she entered the home of Master. The usual early wake up and long drive down to his house seemed nearly routine though, the last visit was a few months past and the girl was anxious for what was to come. Although, her expectations were not different from any past visit, Amber did not know what was awaiting her.

The Sex Mummy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The three girls slowly approached the mummy. It was lying on its back on a table with its ankles locked in metal stocks. It was completely wrapped in white bandages except for a dark object sticking straight up.

“Wow, is that a real penis?” the blonde asked.

“Try it and see,” replied Candy.

The blonde grasped the latex-covered penis, and the mummy moaned in response. She rubbed her hand up and down and the mummy arched it’s back and raised it’s pelvis.

The Shelter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Where do I start? … well, my name is Helen and I work as a Bond trader for a US investment bank in Canary Wharf. From losing my virginity at 15 I’ve always been promiscuous, my early years spent discovering the joys (or sometimes not) of teenage sex. At 22 I was introduced to bondage by a boyfriend’s father. To this day I’m not sure whether the incident was planned or a genuine opportunistic event, but it changed my life forever.

The Shopping Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“I don’t know about this” said my gorgeous wife Lynn, “I know I said I would like to spice up our sex life with some toys but I thought you would do the shopping for both of us”

“Sorry love, that’s not part of the deal” I said, “if we do this we do it all together”

“Okay then” she said, gulping with trepidation, “let’s get it over with”

After getting changed into loose fitting but comfortable clothes we set off to the sex shop that had opened up the previous week about ten miles from home. Just close enough to be convenient but far enough away to remove the risk of meeting anyone we knew.

The Shy Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Models needed to demonstrate new clothing line for large convention.

Mary fired off her application to the job posting, hoping as she always did that this would be her lucky break. Her lack of success thus far in the modeling business had been frustrating. She had the looks, her friends all agreed on that. At five-foot-eleven, her thin but curvy body and striking face never failed to turn heads wherever she went.

The Sisterhood

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Jim Duggan pulled his collar up against the cold rain sluicing down from a grey leaden sky. A biting wind was whipping the rain along the city streets causing people to cling closely to walls as they made their half-hearted way to their jobs. He had given up fighting the loosing battle of keeping his cigarette lit in such shitty weather; it hung forlornly from his tightly clenched lips. Monday mornings were bad enough, he thought to himself, without starting the day soaked to the skin.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman.

The Snatching of Virginia, Stan's 3 Sex Slaves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction

The Speaker

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First time writer. This is pure fantasy.

Amanda, a twenty something lady from Surrey, stepped out of the shower contained in her two bedroom house with determined thought, tonight was going to be the night to try out her latest invention. It was a beautiful warm summer Friday evening finishing yet another long week as a trainee at a local engineering firm she couldn’t wait for this free weekend to come.

The Spy Rider

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I write for nothing more than your comments, good or bad. I hope that you all find this a compelling tale.

_Updated (2013/04/16):* Heartless is interred in a hard shell forced to see, hear, and feel everything that her doppelganger experiences as she returns to her Mistress.*

Updated (2013/05/22): This is the conclusion of this story. Thanks to Ms. Harrison for proofing my writing. Thanks to Absolutist for letting me steal bondage devices from his stories. Laysan suggests that a good song to listen to after reading this is this by The Thermals.

The Stamp Collection

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first submission, although I have sketched out a number of incomplete stories involving trickery of some kind. All criticisms and suggestions welcome, especially on style of writing.

Chapter 1 - The Chastity Belt

Ann and Mike had been happily married for fifteen years, except for one small problem. Her ability to achieve orgasm had been declining and now it was virtually non-existent. Their experiments with sex toys such as a vibrator had so far been unsuccessful, not because she didn’t respond to it, quite the opposite, she was too sensitive. She said that when the vibrator touched her it was like being unbearably tickled. It was too jarring and unsettling, making her quickly push it away.

The Strange Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I sat in a bar where I’ve had a few beers when the most beautiful girl entered the bar. The only strange thing about her was, she had red almost pink hair. She sat on the other end of the bar as where I was siting. I think I was constantly staring at her, but she ignored my totally. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse witch was pretty far unbuttoned. She was drinking tequila with a beer beside it. After she got drunk she paid and left the bar. When I looked trough the window outside the bar I saw her stepping in the back of a huge black car. In the front seats of the car where two other woman.

The Strappado

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice.

The Substitute Teacher

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A relatively short introduction to Miss Garret’s first experience with bondage. Open to suggestions of where the story goes next.

Chapter 1: The Trap

Miss Garrett started her new school last Monday. She hated being a substitute teacher, always being the new girl and never getting the chance to settle in but it paid well and she had no other job options at the minute so she stuck at it in hope that something more permanent would become available.

The Summer Project

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

**Author’s Notes:**It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a fesseln1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

Chapter 1

The Sunshine Girl

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A little story that I whomped up to pass the time while at the mercy of the airline industry. About a girl who loves self bondage and collects equipment to satisfy her needs.

I have a tip for you girls who like toys - forget the boyfriends who are investment bankers, lifeguards or the like. All you get from them is money or big dicks. Get yourself an engineer.

The Supermarket Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at a short story. Hope people like it.

A summer dress can hide a lot of things, Raquel hoped this one covered her and kept a little secret safe underneath. Her nipples rubbed against the light material sending shivers through her body as she moved towards the entrance of the supermarket.

Raquel was wearing a floaty summer dress which showed off her figure nicely and meant a number of men had already double taked as she walked past. Some of this was also down to the 6 inch heels she was wearing and having some difficulty walking from her Masters car. She hoped no one had spotted the padlocks on the heels forcing her to keep them on until her Master decided. Raquel loved the dress normally and the way it made men look at her, today she found the looks scary as she was sure they could tell what was going on under the dress.

The Surrogate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It has been quite awhile since my last story- Real Life interferes! This picks up with the same continuity and characters, just with some time separation.

As there is a lot of “texting” chat in this story, there is a lot of opportunity for incorrect grammar, so be forewarned!

I. PRELIMINARIES

It’s funny how life can get in the way sometimes. I mean we all have things that need to be done, or that must be done within a certain amount of time. But it’s just plain old frustrating when you seem to be unable to connect for months on end. Like two ships endless searching for each other in a fog, constantly passing just out of the distance of notice from one another.

The Switch

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write from a male perspective, please be kind !

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, it was always the subject for my masturbation sessions during puberty, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it.

The Switch 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Follow-up to ‘The Switch’

Part 1

Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. I actually struck lucky when a girl, Jenny, agreed to let me tie her up if she could tie me up and, after some early adventures (see “The Switch” for details), we ended up living together.

The Sybian Duel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Introduction -

Hi, my name is Katherine, but my friends call me Kat, NOT Kate, and not Katie, and not Kathy, but just Kat. I turned 18 about 6 months ago, and graduated from prep school a few weeks ago. I’m bored and as horny as Hell for a good sexual adventure, as are my other girl friends. I’m 5 feet 10" tall, 125 pounds, with a well toned athletic body and long long lean legs topped by 35" hips. a 22" waistline, and I wear a 36C bra. My hair is a long lustrous shiny dark red, and I usually style it to curl around my breasts in front, and deep green eyes. I have 3 other BFFs. We all live on the same block, and have been friends since elementary school or sooner. First is Meagan, who lives 2 doors east of me on the same side of the street. She is probably the most personable of our lot, standing at 5'8", about 120 pounds, long curly brunette hair, penetrating deep brown eyes, super legs, a waist as narrow as mine, flaring out to 34"-35" hips, and a 36B chest. The houses on our block are all 3 story monstrosities, on huge lots, with a basement, and servant’s quarters on the 3rd floor, and usually a built-in elevator.

The Torture Ends At Dawn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

The female on display in the moonlit shadows of the back yard was stunning, if only in her complete vulnerability. Half out of necessity and half due to her captors’ kinky desires, she had been strictly encased in leather from head to toe, and then bound into an extremely painful position that also afforded full access to every inch of her tightly toned flesh.

Candi had been her name since college. She knew it was corny, but it seemed to draw every drooling male within hearing distance immediately to her side, which is exactly what she wanted. Then again, her magnetism could also have been caused by her 36-23-35 inch figure, which was topped off by the golden blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Or it could have been the pouting lips, or the blue eyes, or the perfect nose. Right now, however, those last three assets were buried behind the half hood that was strapped tightly around her head.

The Torture of Choice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Training of Tape-boy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Berlin had always dreamed of dominating Kade and today was going to be the day that she did so. As she got out of the car and walked towards his garage, she was concious that her vest was pulled down low enough to show a little cleavage - just enough to arouse him.

Kade looked up as she came in. He grinned. She was so damn sexy that all he could ever think about was having sex with her. A lot of sex with her. He thrust out his chest; his open shirt falling back a little more to reveal more of his tanned torso. As she slunk up to him, he glanced at the little bit of cleavage that he could see. ‘Nice,’ he thought.

The Transfer of Power

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you.

_Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!*

Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02)

Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away….

The Trip

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage.

Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip.

The Trouble of Struggle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg).

Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong!

I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could.

The Unfortunate Orphan

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

*The following is the first story of erotica which I ever penned. After sharing with friends, they wanted more. So the original ending was altered and more added. This happened a total of 6 times. This started off a long time ago, then was added to.

I hope you enjoy it. The codes listed are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. It needs some editing as originally the paragraphs were way to long, so expect updates to follow soon.*

The White Rabbit

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Escape and A New Life

The cold night air sends a chill down on my naked body, made worse by the sweat I’d perspired in the hours I’ve been hanging by my thumbs. I moan through my gag as the last gnats and flies land on me to suck on my welts for a late meal. A bag covers my head and I’m hanging at least ten feet above the ground with my ankles so tightly bound they’re numb. I have a panic attack, struggling and yelling through my gag. While I struggle I feel one of my thumbs slip through the loop it is in. I pull on it, ignoring the feel of the rope biting and cutting my skin. When it is free I grab onto the rope and hold on as I pull my other thumb free, which is more difficult and more painful, but finally done. I take the bag off my head and look down. The drop is going to hurt, but I should survive. I just have to get away from the hell my life has been for the past four years. I brace myself and let go.

The Wicked Stepmother

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My whole life, I’d wanted it all. A big house, a lot of money…and a slave or two to please my every desire. After years of dreaming and countless failures, life finally gave it too me. I married a man who was much older than me with two grown up children: a lovely young lady and a handsome man. They were perfect to make into slaves. And they didn’t like me very much, which took care of what moral problems I had. And I soon found myself thinking of how I could kill my husband, who annoyed and disgusted me. After a year and half, the opportunity presented itself.

The Wrong Chat

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: please leave a comment and tell me what you think. That is my first story and I’m happy for any reflection. If you like it, I will write more (maybe you have any tips for me?)

Chapter 1

How could I get in this situation? How?

Before I describe my situation to you, I will start with some background information.

My name is Christina. I’m 19 years old, from a German speaking country and started to study business law last semester after finishing my school. Many guys describe me as a very sexy, beautiful young girl. I have long blond hair and a “normal figure”. Ofter I hear that they mean that I’m a sportive person or so, but in fact I never trained. For that I search for a flat in the town and migrated there. It was only a small one: one bigger room that is used as sleeping room and living room at the same time, the entire room including the kitchen and a small bathroom.

The Wrong House

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret.

Chapter 1: The Break-In

The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist.

The Zipper

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My wife is kinky, at least to a certain degree, me on the other hand, I’m vanilla through and through. Just point me to the hole and I insert Tab P into Slot V, that simple.

My wife and I agree on most things, except when it comes to sex. She insists on black and latex while I settle for something simple. The reason being my wife and I are inventors…entrepreneurs. She in fetish clothing, I in manufactured inventions that benefit humanity in some way. She teases me sometimes saying I’m a toy-maker, but hey…it pays the bills.

Thingy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’.

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work.

Through the Cracks

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note:It’s been a very long time since I dipped my toe into the waters of writing, the muse had basically left (suppose I should tie her down next time), but this scene just popped into my head and would not let go. The setting is pseudo-Victorian, but makes no claims at accuracy. Enjoy.*

Part 1

In a maneuver born of much practice Eliza carefully balanced the silver tray in her hands as she climbed the narrow stairs toward the second floor, heels clicking on the worn and ancient wood as she did so. Especially mindful not to shake the steaming teapot she was carrying, to say nothing of the fine china cup and saucer or the pots of milk and sugar, she made her way out into a broad hallway. The house was mostly deserted at the moment, the doors of empty rooms yawning wide open, save for the last. Stepping up to the finely carved and richly stained piece of oak she carefully shifted the tray to balance on one arm while gently knocking on the door to announce her presence.

Thump!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THUMP-THUMP!

I was in my apartment trying to watch TV, but that damned noise from upstairs was getting on my nerves. I had never met the woman who lived in the apartment above mine, but if she kept that up much longer, It was going to happen soon, and it wouldn’t be pleasant!

For now, I just decided to try the old “bang on the ceiling trick.” I stood on my chair and gave the ceiling a couple of whacks with a book - “WHUMPWHUMP!” Almost immediately came a pair of thumps in reply. But there was something else… some sort of muffled sounding yell.

Tight

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Corey shivered as she watched the clock edge its way slowly to 8:00. The second hand seemed to move slower as if gravity was dragging it back. “Finally,” she said to herself as it clicked over the minute hand that was already covering the 12. She stood up and stepped out of the cold bath, her body covered in goose pimples. Quickly towelling herself off, she walked quickly to the kitchen, removed a large plastic bag from the freezer and took it into her bedroom. Arriving there, she flipped the button on her video camera and made sure the red light was on. She wanted to make sure she caught this evening on film.

Tina's Self Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Tina, and I am into self-bondage and erotic torment. I love wearing restrictive clothing; my co-workers might never believe what I usually wear under my business clothing. After reading some articles on the net, I decided to put a plan into action I have been considering for some time. I wanted to be hopelessly bound and relentlessly tormented. The preparations were fairly extensive - but that’s part of the fun.

To Love & Obey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter I: Assume the Position

I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time.

Tony's Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : Names and details etc have been changed, so this isn’t about anyone out there directly. This is my first in what I am hoping will be many parts, so if its slow at first I am just setting a long stage so I apologize.

Chapter 1

Ever since I could remember I have had a preoccupation with the idea of bondage. I used to love it when different shows had some woman get tied up. I also found I loved the feeling of being tied, even though I would always fanaticize about using rope one someone else not them using it on me. I was always quite reserved though not because I was ugly. My name is Tony; I’m tall and about average weight and muscle, brown hair and blue eyes.

Too Late Now

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

So here I am tied to my huge 4 post bed. I am kneeling legs around the pole, crossed and tied. My hands are tied behind my back. My girlfriend has me dressed in a little short sexy dress that she bought just for me, behind my back. I have some very high heels on as well, with my toenails and fingernails both done up with my face also receiving a very feminine makeover.

Too Much Pleasure

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It all started so simply.

Wendy had always enjoyed playing with her vibrators more than actual sex. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that she was her own best friend when it came to pushing just the right buttons to get herself to feel SO good.

Since she was 14 and had found her older sisters vibrating dildo in a drawer and played with it she had been hooked. The fear of getting caught borrowing the device instantly had her heart rate up, and her juices flowing. So for a long time she would wait until she had the house to herself, sneak into her sisters room and play with the dildo. At first she would always make herself cum as fast as she could because she was worried she would get caught. But soon there was a certain joy in extending the play… of teasing herself more and more, for longer and longer before that release. Every time she would tease herself more and more, for longer and longer, and each time her orgasms would grow in strength the longer she held off.

Too Quick to Click

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Samantha moaned softly into her pillow, cursing the suns rays as they seemed to follow her around the bed. One eye cautiously opened to check the time, reading just after noon on her nightstand display. It would be several more hours until her first appointment. She moved her pillow once again to escape the sunlight and the faint creek of leather escaped from under the satin sheets as she settled in for a few more hours.

Torture Boy Toy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Trevor Foster was, in many ways, kind of a stereotype. He was a tall, heavyset black man with the kind of muscles that he earned through hours in the gym each week. He was loud, quick to laugh, and not afraid to get into a fight when the mood struck him. He was a linebacker for his college’s football team, and he had a scholarship riding on what would hopefully be his career.

Torturing the Newlyweds

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Laura and Logan, associates of newlyweds Seth and Rose, decide to interrupt the couple’s honeymoon with a surprise visit. What would have otherwise been an uneventful weekend in the woods becomes something much more painful and intense.

Laura and Logan stood together in the kitchen, each with a glass of wine in hand. They have a newspaper spread open on the countertop in front of them. It was flipped over to the announcement section on the back page. There were the usual number of deaths, but there weren’t nearly as many weddings, and it made the section announcing Seth and Rose’s marriage all the more noticeable.

Tough Love

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Lucy, with the coercion of her boss decides to enslave her unsuspecting husband. This story has been reformatted, hopefully it will now be an easier read. I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I’m so happy there are people out there wanting to help.

Part One - Proposal

I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.

Tough New Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This is my third story. I have kept past feedback in mind while writing this story. Please don’t forget to rate or write a quick review to help me improve, I really do take it into consideration for future stories and I enjoy hearing what you guys like and dislike. Enjoy the story! -Ashley

Chapter 1

Her beautiful, long blonde hair was plastered over her forehead, slightly obscuring the ring gag that was keeping her silent. Her arms grew tired and her nipples became increasingly numb with each passing minute. She struggled to bring her arms down from over her head but it was no use, the chains connecting her handcuffs to the roof were far to secure for even a body builder, let alone a pampered, 18 year old California girl. She could tell he was watching and waiting for his moment to catch her off guard with a painful smack of his leather riding crop. She cried again at the thought of never seeing her parents or her boyfriend again. Right when she became flooded with emotion, the stranger gave a solid smack causing her to scream through her gag. She quickly looked around for the man but he had disappeared behind her once again.

Tourist Trap Revisited

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fan-fiction remake of the cult-classic horror film Tourist Trap with the major difference from the movie being that all the characters are female with the exception of the villain. This story is meant to be generally consistent with the film, although there are definitely some more adult themed events in it. It also employs supernatural elements and takes place in 1979. As mentioned in previous stories that I submitted earlier, this is not for everyone. Consider yourself warned in advance.

Toy Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This was a fun write! Hope you enjoy it!

I’ve only been in the drawer under the bed for about three weeks now, but I’ve learned quite a bit about my owner. (We ’toys’ do talk when we’re not in use, you know!) Homemade 6 inch whip (dowel, screw eye, shoelaces), has relatives; 15- and 27-inch whips. Ankle and wrist cuffs were the first ones made. (The stories THEY can tell!) I’m a set of nipple clamps, one of two here. It’s the day after and the talk ‘round the drawer has been about what we did yesterday!

Trading Spaces

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline)

As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life….

INGERDIENTS*: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.ACTIVE INGREDIENTS_: 1% Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline_

Training A Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Its true, I’ve always had an interest in the world of domination. The thought that it could be possible to re-train someone to live entirely dependant on your instruction, without any capacity to use independent thought is one that I find fascinating. To own another human being’s existence is surely an idea that has inspired some of the world’s greatest dictators, as human life is more valuable than any other known commodity. Of course, along with anything else I’ve ever done in my life, it had to be done to the greatest extreme possible, or it just wasn’t worth doing. All this said, I didn’t ever make a conscious decision become a Master, it’s just something that that curiosity and lust finally led me to. My ex-wife will vouch for my enthusiasm in this quarter. Whilst we were still together I converted our loft into a crude dungeon, and inspired by sites on the internet (an incredible inspiration), I built hoists, whips from old belts and sawn off broom handles, cages from shopping trolleys and various other devices of captivity for us to experiment with. In those early days, it was I who was the submissive, and my other half would enthusiastically strap me spread-eagled to the rafters, caning my bare behind thoroughly before descending through the loft hatch to watch television in the comfort of the lounge. The juxtaposition of me in such deprivation and her in such comfort gave us both an immense thrill, and although at first she would pop her head through the loft hatch with worried frequency, after a while she would leave me chained in the loft for hours at a time, relishing in my discomfort. On some occasions she would go out, leaving me wondering how long I was to be left in my uncomfortable bondage, shivering slightly from the cold. Sometimes she would tease me by saying that she was going to fetch her friends to see me in my humiliating position, and on more than one occasion threatened to bring a man back to the house and force me to listen to their wild love making in the room below. These comments excited me immensely, although at this stage I’m not sure how the reality of this would have affected our relationship outside of the loft. These were all just idle threats however, and all-important parts of the fantasy.

Transporting Leslie Adams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same. Well, at least she’s not violent, she thought as she got the keys to the unmarked transport car. She waited about half an hour, and got a call from Capt. Rogers saying that Dep. Bryant couldn’t make it in, and would she be willing to make the pick up on her own. Deputy Mills agreed, and hit the road for Jackson County Jail. She had to pick her up by midnight, or Jackson Co. would have to release her. That meant she had to share a hotel room with the perp on the way back. She arrived just after 11pm. Deputy Mills retrieved the belly chain and leg irons from the trunk, tossed them over her shoulder and walked in. She greeted the desk Sergeant and identified herself. “I’m here to pick up,” she double-checked the printout, “Leslie Adams.”

Trap of the Black Widow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Eden was invited to come over to visit her new friend Ann. She arrives early in the afternoon and finds the key under the mat like Ann had told her and lets her self in. Ann has a beautiful home. Eden sets about exploring, knowing that Ann would not be home from work for several hours. The two girls had made a date to go shopping that evening so she has plenty of time. This is her first time here so she was understandably curious.

Trapped - Lucy's Tale

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. She could see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to be engaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tiles and recessed lighting she thought, not this.

A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standing by her side. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, and she was dressed in a tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. Definitely not the doctor and nurse she had been expecting.

Trapped by His Own Devices

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

He lay there helpless in the dark. The dim lights and sounds emanating from the other room however reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was being left to suffer the cruel psychological torture that only sexual deprivation could provide him. He longed for release. He longed for satisfaction. He longed to cry out to his mistress. But a mouthful of rubber kept him from doing anything but wait.

“You should put the belt on,” she whispered with a devilish grin. The last day of her period was keeping them from enjoying a playful romp, but she wanted to make sure that he was horny for her tomorrow. She was ready for a spin in the sheets right now but he would have no part of it. A day of frustration for him meant some added insurance for her and her needs. Besides, he liked it even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Trapping Rats

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Extreme rubber total enclosure self-bondage

Chapter 1

The apartment was perfect! It was a nice upgraded one bedroom place in an older neighborhood near the Concord BART (Bay Area Transit System) stop. It made for an easy commute into the city. She could enjoy the fun and excitement of San Francisco without the super high cost housing. In fact this place was a great deal, under $1,000, which was next to impossible to find in the local market.

Tri Lambda's Halloween Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The combined efforts of Tri-Lambda and Omega-Mu fraternity and sorority houses had defeated and embarrassed their counterparts of Alpha Beta and Pi-Delta-Pi houses on many occasions.

The natural enmity between the Adams College houses went further than jocks/cheerleaders and geeks/nerds. It grew into a feud that rivaled the Hatfields and McCoys.

Therefore, when Spectral Enterprises Incorporated announced a contest between all the houses for a $50,000 prize for the most unique and imaginative Halloween display, the feud escalated to new heights.

Trip to the Carnival

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This one became more of a nightmare situation than originally planned….. Still a fun story though.

Part 1

Well I’m off too the Carnival that came into town everybody is talking about. I arrive and get a bunch of tickets to ride all the rides even double if I want. As I pay for the tickets the ticket person looks at me up and down and smiles a little, I don’t know why, as she hands me the ticket and asks for my wrist. I stick my arm threw the window and she places this pink armband on me. I ask what it is for and she tells me since I bought so many tickets I get too ride the “Real Ride” at the back of the park which opens 5 minutes before the rest of the rides close. I thought wow cool a free ride. This was like most carnivals some OK rides and some really cool ones. Unfortunately no coasters where too be found… Every time I got to a ride the girl at the gate wood look at me then smile, I wondered if they were smiling at everybody or me.

True Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Alice. I come from a somewhat well-off family and just finished my 2nd year of college. I have decided to take a break over the summer and maybe do some traveling. Being a Korean but born and raised in the States, I was thinking of visiting Korea since I have never been there. I had plenty of time to think about it so I decided to sleep on it.

Truth or Dare

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is just a small sampling of so many things we have done!

Cindy and I have gotten a TON of e-mails from just posting a couple of stories here - thank you so much! (There ARE more stories on the way!) We have replied to most of the e-mails, mostly copy and paste but we personalize them as well. One thing that stands out is, in my copy and paste section, I mention that the 2 of us have gotten into playing “Truth Or Dare”. Seems like everyone wants to hear about that, so, here goes. I am going to keep these simple, as there are so many of them:

Truth/Fiction/Dream? You Choose

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I really do not know where my love of rubber and latex started from. I recall being turned on when I found some ‘top shelf’ magazines all about rubber, Atomage being one. Previously I had been a stocking & suspender man, so I still tend to veer towards rubber stockings and nice clinging underwear rather then voluminous mack’s.

Is it the smooth..(yes another magazine title from way back..), appearance of rubber? The touch of it, the encasement of one body, the aroma, or just that it’s a fetish. Well I suppose it’s all of those.

Try Again

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hello! I’m known for my illustrations in deviantArt and tumblr, but now I wanted to take a dive in the world of writing. I’m hoping it’ll entertain you all and it is not full of mistakes and typos.

Tomas had started an e-mail relationship with a Ukranian girl. Lena had registered in to a fetish forum and Tomas saw her pictures in there. They shared their thoughts about bondage and life. She was submissive, he was dominant. Everything seemed to be in order. Tomas really liked her face and hair, but her body was a bondage enthusiasts dream. Light and flexible. “So much to do, hope she’ll agree when…” Tomas thought. She was going to come to Belgium to meet him, perhaps start a life with him.

Turnaround

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Beth had left the man bound and hooded, feeding him air through a narrow tube, for half an hour now. Glancing at the clock, she saw his session had overrun by five minutes, and expertly began to release him.

The strange thing about this client was he never wanted to climax during their sessions. As a result, Beth always felt a little disconcerted by the end. She tried to hide it, of course – it wouldn’t do for one of the most popular dominatrices in the club she worked for to be seen to be uncertain. But there it was again: as he stood up, rubbed his wrists and reached for his clothes, there was a moment of connection between them when he caught her eye and seemed to reach her soul.

Turned On By A Day Off

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her.

Twenty Days

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Feedback is always welcome. Feel free to send me ideas for continuation as well as polite criticism.

Chapter 1

I’m not sure where to begin telling this story, so I’ll just jump right into it. I’m not much of a writer so you’ll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I’ve been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It’s worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn’t much to see from the outside. It’s just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn’t have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Two Halves

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Every inch of her looked utterly professional from the well pressed suit and skirt to the perfectly aligned stockings sheathing her legs, the moderate heals, immaculately applied makeup and the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to provide a hint of what lay beneath without being obscene. Striding confidently down the hallways she unconsciously raised a hand to check her hair, confirming that the blonde locks were still in their loose bun. Smiling faintly with rosy lips she paused to straighten out her cloths and brush an imaginary piece of lint from her suit coat, her grin growing just a notch as hands passed the familiar band of the chastity belt that encircled her waist. Idly she explored the edge of the stainless steel through her cloths, licking her lips ever so slightly in anticipation.

Two is Better Than One

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences.

Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day.

One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up.

Tying Loose Ends

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.

“Hey, you be careful this weekend, ok” His statement was more out of fear for her than anything else. He had been working in the same office as her for long enough to build a lasting friendship. He truly cared for his H.R Manager, even if he didn’t much care for her gender. “Oh I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine, boys” she replied as she hastily gathered her cell phone, purse and keys. “Besides, trust me he’s no match for me. Even if he did decide to get a little randy on me, I would have him down and pinned in less than a few seconds”. The other two chuckled at her. Inside though, they sensed a streak to her that would most likely probably back that statement right up. Either way, each of the men knew she was superior to them, so they just left it alone. “Well, girlfriend, call us if u need us, mkayy”. She just smiled and nodded, then made her way to the exit and to the parking area for her car.

Under Evaluation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: Well, what is it that they say? “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? I don’t know about that, but here’s what’s up. Those of you reading “A Long Weekend” know that my pc crashed, losing the next 5 chapters. I thought I’d burned a cd for “1st and Goal”, but can’t find it.

Rather than moping around or trying to re-construct 1st & G, I’m pressing forward. Here’s something new. The first 8 of probably 14 chapters are complete. If you like, feel free to post a comment or contact me at tymgoode69@yahoo.com Thanks and Good Health, Ty.

Under New Management

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: She made the mistake of trusting someone. Now it’s too late to change her mind. She is has become dominated and dependent on a person who takes over her life and liberty.

I keep saying to myself that all I need to do is to stay calm and I’ll be all right. Someone will come to get me soon. Can you believe this? I’m a prisoner in my own house, caught in a trap of her making and my complicity. A game I was drawn into that has gone seriously wrong. I feel that I can’t trust anyone again. I shift on the bed to get comfortable. It’s another vain hope; she has used specialist equipment to restrain me.

Undercover Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Sunlight pierced the dense canopy of water-laden leaves, driving up the humidity of the rainforest below. Upon a large moss-padded rock a woman stirred, woken by the steadily rising temperature of the air around her. Her skin was tepid with moisture, though whether from perspiration or the sultry air was impossible to tell.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, dazed. For a moment she was placated by the many beautiful sights and smells around her: the golden glow of the morning sun and the fresh aroma of a hundred species of flora all thriving within a stone’s throw.

Uneasy Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

She wakes up, slowly regaining consciousness, feeling like she had a long hard night that made her sleep until the afternoon.

Right away she feels the overwhelming pressure from inside of her. The pressure is so high it doesn’t remind her of anything she’d ever felt before, almost painful but most of all like she is going to burst. Also she feels very hot but there’s no sweaty feeling or wet clothing on her skin. She pulls off the covers, trying to turn the heat down.

Unexpected Delivery

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve!

Prologue

I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required.

Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery

It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of

Unstoppable Kelly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Kelly and I go on our first movie date, and she finds out that she’s unstoppable.

Kelly came to visit me again and says she wants to see a new movie that’s out called “Unstoppable”, well I’m ever the gracious host so I’m going to take her. What she doesn’t know yet is that I’m going to make sure that it’s an experience she won’t forget.

I catch her getting out of the shower, before she even has a chance to grab her towel off the bar; I grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back. She starts mouthing off about needing to dry her hair, when I clamp my hand over her mouth and tell her sharply to shut up and mind her place. I turn her towards the vanity mirror and start drying her off, gently rubbing her body with the towel. She starts to relax and enjoy the sensual attention I giving her, caressing her smooth, soft skin with some extra love and caring as I reach her breasts. She moans softly as I work my way down her stomach and between her thighs, teasing her lightly with my fingers, before working down her legs to her feet.

Unwilling Model

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The BDSM Expo is raging, as it has been for already two days now.

We check in at the hotel on Tuesday and from Friday morning me and Carrie were lost in the aisles of the convention floor.

The BDSM Expo has plenty of things to entertain us, you see. We did also a lot of purchases. I had so much fun watching Carrie squirming when I said that I absolutely had to get those hinged handcuffs, and that latex catsuit and also those latex panties.

Vegas Captive

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A regular visitor to Vegas thinks he has discovered his perfect playmate

Brian, at 5'6" tall, 170 lbs, late forties, takes a trip to Vegas once a year. He flies out on Thursday morning and flies back home on Monday. On the weekend visits, he likes to bet on college and pro football games during the day, take a nap, and then visit one of the many strip clubs available at night. He usually brings about $1,000 to bet on football, and around $4,000 to play with the dancers. He never takes credit cards to the clubs, knowing he would spend way more than intended if he brought them.

Vehicle Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The e-mail was clear:

You will wear a tight black leather thong and the skimpy see-through white shorts. You will stop at the Circle K located at 7th Street and McDowell at 3:30 pm on March 7, and pick up a bag of ice. Be sure to wear your outfit in the store - I’ll be watching and you will be punished if I do not see your hot ass cheeks bouncing in those shorts. Do not be late, and do not adjust the shorts. Yes, I know they will ride up and expose your butt, but that’s your penalty for wearing such slutty shorts in the first place.

Venus: A Bondage Epic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Auction and my Master

“Sold!” the auctioneers’s voice declares. “To the gentleman in the third row! Congratulations sir, she’s a fine catch.”

With the stage cleared, the wench on the other side is cranked and I am pulled by the cuffs holding my arms up, the chain jingling as it pulls me. I cannot see for hood covering my head and struggle to keep from falling as I am pulled toward the center of the stage. I can feel the heat of the spotlight through the silk gown covering my body.

Violet

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Violet thought she had found a happy home. An adopted member of the Reed family, her friend Jenny and her step-father had taken her in several months ago when her parents had died in a car crash. It wasn’t hard to get along with those two. They also had been through a lot after losing Jenny’s mother to cancer. But Violet wanted more than just family status. She knew that Mr. Reed was very wealthy, with no living relatives other than Jenny. She knew she could use her looks and brain to lure him into signing over his share of the wealth to her. Jenny wasn’t the problem. Having attended private schools most of her life in another state, nobody really knew her well in the small town they now lived in. If she where to disappear, little would be said by anybody other than her step father, and their where ways to distract him from complaining.

Violet Lovedoll

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword: this is the story of a young girl who had been kidnapped and modified into a plaything for the wealthy elite, then bought by someone who is interested in her as more than just property. It is the beginning of what I hope will turn into a short stories series, to consolidate my erotic-fiction writing under a single tale. As typical of my works, this is a story of pure fantasy; I love details and I love psychological elements, but it’s not meant to be ‘realistic BSDM’. If you take issues with that, I’d consider leaving.

Violet Lovedoll 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Foreword: this is the sequel of Violet Lovedoll, where a girl was kidnapped, modified, and trained into a plaything for the wealthy elite, only to fall into the hands of a buyer who genuinely cared for her.

As always, this is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be ‘proper BDSM’, even if I enjoy discussing psychological elements. If you take issues with that, I’d consider stopping here.

Vixen

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: ‘The Game’ is the network’s biggest show. Every Saturday night during the season, millions watch as the Players do battle in the Arena.

Come on you bitch !

Vixen pulled the stock of the net-rifle against her shoulder to stop herself shaking. She felt like shit and she was almost out of time.

Just a few more steps.

Blonde, it had to be Blonde, those ridiculous heels, tapping so cautiously. Incredible she wasn’t strapped to some fuck-rack already with those huge breasts clamped and her ass burning from a dozen points worth of abuse.

Volatile Market

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This was my attempt at weaving a little fiction, into images many of us have seen on the “net”. Hope you enjoy it. TMG

“Well…sir,” Saundra Bergdoll spat, annoyed that she was having such a difficult time ending this phone call, “we make it clear to all investors that there are risks when dealing in the stock market. Perhaps if you hadn’t invested every penny, then you’d still have something left for retirement.”

Vyvian's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I would love to find a female slave to inslave with my husband in chastity. Maybe one day I will find her some where in VA where we live. In the meantime here is a little bit of work that I have written and posted on a few selected library sites. Please let me know what you think of them and send me suggestions and comments.

Chapter 1

Waking the Dead

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The place seemed huge, vast even and it was definitely underground, a long way underground. It was wreathed in shadows and it echoed. I looked to my left and saw torches, huge, wooden stakes burning unsteadily in their metal cradles that were in turn fixed to the slab like walls. There were draughts here; causing the flames to dance wildly and making the place seem somehow alive

When I looked to my right I saw the chamber I was looking for and entered it.

Warehouse Encounter

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just a very short story. If people like I’ll think about submitting part 2.

Part 1

Warehouse encounter – Week One

This Friday started just like any other. The mundane of working in a logistics warehouse only made more bearable by the likeable people and the fact that Fridays meant it was only hours to the weekend.

Nothing during the morning, had led me to contemplate what I would have enjoyed later in the day. The usual phone calls, invoice signing, & people coming & going. One of which was the beautiful Chloe from accounts. She was in her early twenties. Slim, tanned, slightly flirty and today dressed in black trousers (that were tight enough from her thighs up for you to be able to appreciate her lovely slim hips & tight ass) a white fitted blouse that stopped about an inch above the top of her trousers leaving a tantalising inch of tanned & toned stomach and allowing you to see the tattoo at the base of her back. The outfit was topped off with a pair of two inch (or more) black heels.

Warning: Suffocation Hazard

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Diana Smith was her name cute in her 20’s a little on the shy side but still a confident woman she walked to her apartment from a long day at work as she used her key to open her door.

Diana stepped in and thought what should I do after the long day; all she wanted to do is jump in the shower and get cleaned up from the day, to be clean and refreshed for the night. As she moved about her apartment she began to undress removing her top to reveal her small frame body and figure as she walked next to the mirror to admire herself. Diana slinked out of her skirt as she looked at herself in the mirror she blew herself a kiss at her image, and walked to the bathroom. There she pulled off her panties and removed her bra to reveal her rather petite figure. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water as she stood there letting the day’s worries wash away from her as the water beaded down over her naked body.

We Need to Talk

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do hope you enjoy the story. Any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 1

Desperate longing, desperate sexual desire course through my veins, consume me. A montage of images and scenes flood my mind, uncontrolled. Strong hands push me over a table. I’m helpless to stop my violation. Memories so fresh I can almost feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hard table, helpless to stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Leather restraints locked to cold hard steel keep me in place while a cruel crop bites into my tender flesh. Creamy thighs accentuated by a sexy skirt and oh so sexy shoes walking away from me, until all I’m left with is a view of the bars against the empty room and a desperate longing for her return. Soft tender lips passionately, lovingly, desperately kissing…a shoe. The image of a gold key against black nylon turns me into a wanton slut, please…Please…PLEASE!

We Will Rock You

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Not again! OOOOhhhhhhh AAhhh AAhhh SSSshhhhhiiiittttttt. Ah Oh Wow. Wait a minute let me catch my breath. My name is Candy. No I am not a dumb blonde. I have Red hair that flows to 3” below my shoulders. I have a degree in Body Mechanics and Psychology And I am currently in a mess.

Maybe I should tell you what my mess is. I love bondage. That’s not the mess. That get’s me into the mess. Tight I cannot move, tttooooootttttaaaaaalllll bbbbbooooonnnnnandge. Shit. My husband is a scientist. He specializes in body mechanics. Oohh Oh Oh Oh DDddaaammmmmn. Steve and I are working on the next generation of body armor and space suits. Crap AAAAaahhhhhhhhhh. Oh God that feels good.

We're In Trouble!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A mixture of fantasy and reality for me. Well . . . ok, mostly fantasy, but not all of it. ;) Sorry it’s so long. I couldn’t stop myself! Comments welcome.

Rhonda awoke with a fair amount of soreness and stumbled to the kitchen in her teddy, shaking out the cobwebs and following the smell of fresh coffee.

“Morning, my pet,” Clark remarked looking up at her with a smirk from her newspaper. Rhonda winced at his presence. She was hoping he had let himself out already. Rhonda had a little over an hour to prepare before her BFF, Claire, arrived for an extended weekend of playtime. Clark didn’t know about Claire, and Claire didn’t know about Clark. Rhonda was hoping to keep it that way.

Weekend in Bondage Chastity

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I hurried home from the office last Friday evening eagerly looking forward to spending the weekend as a chained and chastised slave bitch. I had been planning this for over a week and had everything waiting for me when I got home. First I stripped out of my clothes and got my chastity belt ready. I was going to use the remote-control vibrating egg with my chastity belt for the first time. The vibrating egg was originally bought by my brother-in-law C.B. Phile for a remote-control egg he was trying to make, but he never could figure out how to build it so my ex- Master Jason finished it back when I was still living with him. Jason also fixed it so it could be randomly turned on-and-off using a timer he got from Radio Shack. I never have used it before, so I was excited to see how well it would work. Anyway I threaded the cable from the egg through the slit in my chastity belt’s crotch then put the belt on. I had a little trouble getting the egg into my pussy and keeping the cable from slipping back through the slit, but once I had it up in me and locked the belt on it couldn’t come out. Then I put the free end of the cable and plugged it into the receiver box which clips onto the back of my belt’s waistband. Now I was naked wearing just my locked chastity belt with the remote control egg in my pussy. I was already excited knowing I would be stuck like this until I could get to the keys to my belt back at my office on Monday morning!

Weekend Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Linda was really stuck this time. She had placed herself in a hogtie with handcuffs placed around wrists and ankles and the linking chains crossed to complete the hogtie. This did give her enough slack so that she would be able to squirm her way to the keys in the next room.

To make the trip more interesting, she had placed a vibrating egg in her pussy, just turned to low to keep her constantly aroused, but (hopefully) not enough to cum. This was secured in place with a tight crotch rope that would stimulate her more (not necessarily pleasantly) as she squirmed to her escape keys. Nipple clamps with weights on small chains were also used to discourage her from struggling too fast to the keys. She needed to make slow, smooth movements so that the weights wouldn’t jerk on the clamps as she squirmed on her side. For added difficulty, she had blindfolded herself.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Sally and Jennifer are successful businesswomen, who own their own high fashion stores. They also manage their family’s wooded campgrounds, where kids of all ages come for that outdoor experience. In June, a group of 12 sexy 18 year old Prep School girls arrive for their outdoor weekend. However, our heroines are quickly captured, stripped, tied up and forced to participate in numerous XXX sex acts over the course of the weekend. When Sally and Jennifer return home from camp, their husbands catch them playing lesbian bondage sex games. The girls become the sexual bondage love slaves of their husbands for entire weekends.

Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls and 12 Prep School Boys

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to “Weekend With 12 Prep School Girls.” Start with 12 hot and sexy nymphomaniac 18 year old girls, and add 12 cute 18 year old guys, our intrepid Jennifer and Sally, plus 2 iffy male chaperones. Mix them all up and you wind up with a weekend long bonmdage ganmgbang!

The first Monday in August, Miss Greeley, from the Lake Forest Preparatory Academy called me to confirm that her girls were expected at Camp Shady Oaks the following Friday. She wanted to be sure that her girls got a complete fishing experience. I explained that August was not the best month for fishing, and that we would have to start quite early in the morning for the best results. We settled on leaving at 6"00 AM, and Sally and I would be in their parking lot by 5:45 AM. I reminded her that there would also be a chaperoned group of boys from North Shore Country Day Academy would also be there. Miss Greeley thought that it would do her girls some good to interact with the boys in a wooded camp setting. Little did she know just how much interaction that I expected there to be? Sally and I spent the majority of that week baking and cooking and packing for the upcoming weekend. On Thursday, Sally and I went to our favorite day spa for a full Brazilian Bikini wax job. Although we probably could have waited another month, because our husbands didn’t say any thing, there was enough hair growth for the wax to catch what we had. I would have hated any of our 18 year old charges ridiculing us over a little pubic hair. Considering our normal weekend activities, usually barefoot or in sneakers, we skipped the manicures and pedicures, and would do our nails once the night before we left. Sally and I were packed and ready Thursday night, except for the perishable food items.

Weekend With 12 Sailors

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my 3rd and final story in my “Weekend With” trilogy. Our heroines are first taken, by their husbands, bound to a dumpy dive hamburger joint, where they wind up dancing topless with a bunch of soldiers. Jennifer and Sally have so much fun that they return to the same place bound, and dance topless with the same sailors for a short time. However, they are kidnapped and taken to a hotel, where the sailors have their way with them.

Wench's Nipple Party

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with.

I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not.

Wendy's Woes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 - Secret’s Revealed

Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone’s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it.

What a Day

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quite with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted.

The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium.

What Has Happened To Me

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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..Oh boy oh boy what has happened to me.

I think I am in trouble, no, I am sure I am in trouble! And I think it will take some time until trouble is over.

But that will take time.

Why have I lost my mind and walked with open eyes into this situation.

What the Doctor Ordered

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I had to admit to having more than a small hint of worry as I pulled into the clinic parking lot. Pulling into a space, I thought back to the phone call I received earlier in the week.

Monday

I was whistling softly to myself, opening a can of tennis balls, preparing for my upcoming match with Melissa. She was a tough one to catch, but ever since I managed to seal the deal, well, things have been fun. My plan was to just barely lose the match, and then… we’ll see.

What We Always Wanted

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed!

Part 1

“So tell me why you want to suck my cock.”

I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it.

Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave.

What You Wish For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations

I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first.

When Dreams Come True

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Back Story

It all started in college. That’s when I met the girl of my dreams. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. However, she was in love with another man: my brother. But he didn’t love her. He had no desire to commit to just one woman and wanted to screw every one he met. But that didn’t stop her. So throughout college she pursued him. I always hoped she’d give up and realize there was a young man who wanted her in plain sight. But unfortunately, she came into some money and My Brother married her soon after, the damn opportunist.

When Rivalries Turn Ugly

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds.

White Flag (Mad Crazy Love)

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting.

Chapter 1

I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again.

Who Dares?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns.

Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love.

Whore in Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself.

Whose Really Fishing?

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

About once a month my friends and I would go fishing at a local lake or river. It was our time to get away, and we looked forward to it. This month we were at a local river, with myself and 6 others. There were both boys and girls on our group.

I informed the group that I was going to go down river a little bit. This was my usual course of action, I liked to be by myself sometimes and I would find a quiet place and then set up shot. After a few hours I return back to my friends and get a beer and a dog from our grill.

Wild Idea

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I was browsing the net a few weeks ago and came across a website of particular interest to me, a site all about female domination that made videos for web consumers only. I checked out a few videos and quickly realized that this was the site for me, and then I noticed a model call for male subs and I clicked the link.

Long story short, I saw the pay scale, quickly filled out the form, attached a few nude photos of myself, and sent off the application. In the next week all of the details were worked out and I was all set for my first femdom video.

Willing Surrender

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back!

I. Countdown

Well, this is going to be interesting.

It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be.

Winter Break Distraction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane.

Wishlist Snafu

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Movement in the mirror grabbed her attention as she brushed her long blonde mane. She thought she had seen some just moments earlier, but, wasn’t sure if it had been that last glass of eggnog or not.

She spun the brush handle in her hand. Holding it like a tennis racket, she twisted and turned her voluptuous body and swung her arm in a backhand motion. Connecting with a green and white cone shaped hat, she watched it fly across the room, landing by the door.

Woof!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A charming Englishman and his faithful Puppygirl Bonnie avoid the trials and tribulations of their small-town Montana neighbors.

Please email me with ideas and opinions. (Constructive preferably, but even if you hate it I’d like to hear your opinion). I plan to make this a series if there is sufficient interest

Chapter 1 - Exposed!

“Woof, woof” Bonnie scampered across Mr Lansdowne’s lawn, her perky little bottom high in the air as she chased after an unknown smell. Her nose inches from the ground, she paused and sniffed the edge of the rose bed before chasing off sideways towards the clearing.

Work of Art

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is meant to be a One Hit Wonder (I always enjoy his stuff), hope you like it. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good.

_Updated (2012/05/22):* Well, I lied. Actually, this was going to be a one-off, but then I’m terrible at letting characters go, and thought of their further adventures. I hope you like it, please leave me a comment, you never know, you might inspire me to write more…*

Work Surprise

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An improbable but fun little work story I started. As usual I welcome your comments, ideas and critique.

Chapter 1

My friend from work, Jack, had called me over to visit him urgently, and I was not sure why. He had been alluding to wanting to show me something important for a while though, so I decided to go over, since he only lived a few miles away.

Working Late

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Foreword

Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy.

- Rubberwolf

Chapter 1

At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief.

Worth Waiting For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this

Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”

Wrath

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Or, you can catch me on Twitter or Facebook for up to the minute progress. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a FESSELN1@aol.com or post them on my blog.

WWW.Live_Your_Dreams.Com

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One of Two

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”

Yet Another Shop Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Unrealistic premise? Check. Unfathomably naive ‘victim’? Check. Tricksy sinister fetishist? Check. I do believe I have fulfilled the requirements for a fetish shop short story, and hopefully I did the trope some fresh justice. Dedicated to all the writers here who wrote the fun and sexy shop stories that were the inspiration for this one.

Rory Baker owned a fetish shop. It had been her favorite dream during her horny teenage years. Oh, to be surrounded on all sides by sensual and erotic clothing and toys! To share that heady pleasure with the blushing submissives and braggadocious dominants, to revel in shared naughtiness and unspeakable fantasies! Upon getting her first extracurricular job she had started saving up for it. When her other friends had started going to college or getting married, she had picked up another job and even started camming for that extra bit of money. Her parents did not approve of her intended line of work, so all she saved was all she got. Their excuse: besides being lewd and crude and completely sinful, it was a long shot, unfeasible, too risque and niche, especially for this part of the country. So, naturally, Rory had dedicated 100% of her spare income to dream no one else believed in.

You Deserve Every Stroke!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun.

The First Day

“You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!”

Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip.

Ahhhh!

“You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!”

Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation.

Your Pleasure, Your Way

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A follow up to ‘Your pleasure’ - how it really happened rather than the fantasy.

Posting the story on the website had been a gamble. Even more of a gamble had been sending a link to the story to Ali’s email. We had been married for several years enjoying each other on a frequent basis, but I had always had this deep down desire to put myself at her mercy and be tied up. We had chatted about it a few times and had a couple of attempts at tying each other up but nothing much had come of it. I thought that perhaps the best way of getting my fantasy to be a reality was to write it down.

Zhara

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1 – Introduction

Wearing a French Maid’s outfit, waspie and seamed stockings and tottering on 5” high spiky heeled lace up calf boots, Zhara was a provocative site as she exited the chauffeur driven car and entered the up market beauty salon.

For someone who had two weeks ago been unemployed and living on the generosity of her flatmate, this was a sensational change.

Chapter 2 – The Ad