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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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? ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...