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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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”. ...
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. ...
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. ...
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.” ...
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. ...
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. ...