Toys

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 ...

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.” ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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.” ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. 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. ...