Toys

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. ...

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

Author's Note: 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! ...

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. ...

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… ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...