Toys

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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 ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...