Toys

My name is Sarah and I am an art major in my third year in college with my boyfriend that is also an art major but in photography. I stand 5’ 6” with C-size breast; brunette hair at upper back length, my figure is slim and very sexy. I thoroughly enjoy standing in front of my full length mirror admiring my sexy curves and smooth skin. I also am the captain of the volleyball team, swim team and cheerleader for most of the other sports I am not involved with. My first experience with bondage came with my last boyfriend that became a complete jack ass and left me for some dyke. That’s neither here nor there. This is about that bondage desire and need that I was too nervous to tell me current boy friend about until… ...

I was startled awake by the wooden crate opening. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I saw the still pissed-off face of my Mistress staring down at me through the cage bars. Last night I was caught (again) attempting to pleasure myself through the openings in the steel chastity device I was locked into. This time she finally had enough of my disobedience and, as punishment, decided I would be spending the night securely locked away in the basement. So, after ordering me to strip, which I did immediately, she fitted me into a latex strait jacket. It had purposely been purchased one size too small so as to make it extremely uncomfortable when buckled. She made sure to pull the two leg straps extra tight and my painful grimace brought a sinister smile to her face. Next came a pair of steel police ankle shackles and an extra large ball gag. The gag was a harness style and she made sure the straps that buckled around my head were also pulled extra tight. Despite the fact that there was no chance of me removing them, she still placed small padlocks through all the locking straps on my straitjacket as well as on the gag, more for effect than to prevent escape. She then padlocked a thick chain to the steel collar already around my neck and, with just a nod, beckoned me to follow. Keeping up with her as we climbed down the two flights of stairs from her bedroom to the basement was difficult, hobbled by the short chain, but angry as she was, I knew better than to do anything but stay closely behind. After all, the last thing I wanted to do was to give her a reason to be any angrier. ...

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a fairly lengthy story I have been working on. The story itself serves as the introduction to the first character of what I hope to develop into a small series of stories. Having now taken a short break after writing 28 chapters, I am reading back and questioning some of my decisions. Because of this I have decided to post the first nine chapters, the ones I am happiest with, and solicit any suggestions or advice for where readers think the story (or series) should go, or improvements to what I have. Please comment or e-mail me your suggestions. Enjoy! ...

Author's Note: This is one of the most intense stories I’ve written, for me it toys how far I’m comfortable going. I like safe fantasies and couples trying sex games! Despite being completely consensual playing with a slave’s mind seems much more intense than some simple BDSM… give it a read and see what you think! It had been fifteen years since I’d first seen her. Of course time passed differently for vampires, an immortal lifespan gave you a different perspective on a few decades but for her the time would have been an eternity. I could sense the anticipation in the room my two valets eager to see the result of their work, my wives intrigued to meet the new member of their ranks and of course myself. I’d paid her little mind over the past decade and a half as she lay entombed beneath my mansion but now she was ready to join him I recalled when we’d first met. ...

Author's Note: My first story, hope you like it. Not quite sure which tags would be best. _Update (2012/02/11):* Looks like I definitely bit off quite a lot of plot. Thanks to those who have stuck with it. I think if I cut back on the storyline, I’ll wreck things so sorry to those with feedback about length. Sue will definitely be continuing her investigations in upcoming chapters, but had a few distractions in this chapter.* ...

Author's Note: An Elder Scrolls: Skyrim fan fiction. This story is an adaptation of “The Bound Queen’ quest in the Deviously Cursed Loot as well as featuring aspects of the Captured Dreams Workshop mods for Skyrim, both found at loverslab.com (Really great). I have modified the content normally found in the quest for the sake of telling the story I wanted to tell as well as correcting a few lore errors in the quest. Yes, I am THAT kind of nerd - don’t hate. If this is well received, I will write more tales of Tamriel. There are plenty of stories to tell. ...

Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft. _Update (10/28/11):* Enjoying this so far, hope you do also. Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.* Chapter 1 - New Purchase Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley. ...

Author's Note: As usual, this is fiction. It is 1rst person because, well, that is the view point character. “I” gets capitalized if it begins a sentence. Oh, if you read this on another site, good eyes. I’m the author that submitted it there.:) The bondage is almost secondary to the power exchange. i await her. The damn Chastity Device is off and i’m rock hard but these restraints mean i can’t do anything about that. She knows it. She loves the irony. She loves my suffering. i love her for loving my suffering. ...

Part I *She struggled because there was nothing else to do but it wasn’t to get free, she already knew that was impossible, it was to prevent her muscles from atrophying and her mind from screaming even if, physically, she was currently incapable of doing anything of the kind. Mentally she was alert enough. She could still remember the jab of the needle in her upper left thigh and the hands that had held her tightly as it was emptied into her but right now everything else, apart from the fact that she was held rigidly to a chair, bound tightly and blindfolded and gagged, was just a blank….* ...

Author's Note: A fictional story for fantasy and enjoyment only. A sequel exists if there is interest, and of course feedback is always welcome! Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike. Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She’d competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university’s debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a little too much. The short-haired brunette hardly went a day without talking about her next hiking trip to the mountains. ...