Toys

Introduction Hi, this is Jennifer here. The Wife Swapping Bondage Sex Group’s next scheduled snatching of Virginia and Stan was set for the 3rd Saturday in August. Five weeks prior to that date, Virginia flew out to California, where her favorite grandmother needed quadruple bypass surgery. After the operation and recovery, Virginia got her settled in an assisted living facility, where many of her friends resided. While in California, Virginia got a boob job and a little face lift. You may remember Virginia as a tall willowy redhead, with alabaster skin and A/B tits. When she returned to Lake Forest, she had a perfect pair of 36C implants and her face had been fixed a little so that her cheekbones were more prominent. Virginia returned home about a week before her scheduled kidnapping. The only reason that Sally and I knew anything about it was that Virginia came into our shops to buy and be fitted for practically a whole new wardrobe. Sally and I promised not to tell a soul, and we didn’t. but there was no doubt that the surgery had transformed Virginia into a much more attractive and desirable woman. ...

Author's Note: First time writer. This is pure fantasy. Amanda, a twenty something lady from Surrey, stepped out of the shower contained in her two bedroom house with determined thought, tonight was going to be the night to try out her latest invention. It was a beautiful warm summer Friday evening finishing yet another long week as a trainee at a local engineering firm she couldn’t wait for this free weekend to come. ...

Author's Note: I write for nothing more than your comments, good or bad. I hope that you all find this a compelling tale. _Updated (2013/04/16):* Heartless is interred in a hard shell forced to see, hear, and feel everything that her doppelganger experiences as she returns to her Mistress.* Updated (2013/05/22): This is the conclusion of this story. Thanks to Ms. Harrison for proofing my writing. Thanks to Absolutist for letting me steal bondage devices from his stories. Laysan suggests that a good song to listen to after reading this is this by The Thermals. ...

Author's Note: This is my first submission, although I have sketched out a number of incomplete stories involving trickery of some kind. All criticisms and suggestions welcome, especially on style of writing. Chapter 1 - The Chastity Belt Ann and Mike had been happily married for fifteen years, except for one small problem. Her ability to achieve orgasm had been declining and now it was virtually non-existent. Their experiments with sex toys such as a vibrator had so far been unsuccessful, not because she didn’t respond to it, quite the opposite, she was too sensitive. She said that when the vibrator touched her it was like being unbearably tickled. It was too jarring and unsettling, making her quickly push it away. ...

I sat in a bar where I’ve had a few beers when the most beautiful girl entered the bar. The only strange thing about her was, she had red almost pink hair. She sat on the other end of the bar as where I was siting. I think I was constantly staring at her, but she ignored my totally. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse witch was pretty far unbuttoned. She was drinking tequila with a beer beside it. After she got drunk she paid and left the bar. When I looked trough the window outside the bar I saw her stepping in the back of a huge black car. In the front seats of the car where two other woman. ...

I’ve been into “doing it myself” for many years and have devised lots of ways to put myself into all kinds of rope bondage situations. All the standards, hogties of all kinds, several kinds of chair ties, and even a suspension that almost backfired, but I have always been fascinated by a strappado position. I couldn’t figure a good way to get into it without taking a chance of injuring myself, i.e.jumping off a platform, etc. I finally found and bought myself a rope ratchet recently which I thought would solve my problem. All I needed was an ice link of some kind that would let me down after an unknown length of time. I settled on a small cloth bag with ice cubes in it, suspended from a high bar. Use the hook on the rope ratchet to hook over the bag above the ice cubes. When the ice melts the ratchet falls down and releases the wrist rope. I thought this out extensively over several weeks waiting for a good chance to put in into practice. ...

Author's Note: A relatively short introduction to Miss Garret’s first experience with bondage. Open to suggestions of where the story goes next. Chapter 1: The Trap Miss Garrett started her new school last Monday. She hated being a substitute teacher, always being the new girl and never getting the chance to settle in but it paid well and she had no other job options at the minute so she stuck at it in hope that something more permanent would become available. ...

**Author’s Notes:**It is usually a long time between postings for my stories. In the past, I have tried to compile a mailing list, but it has become unmanageable as of late. However, you can check my weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ for news of my latest works and to read some new ones. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a [email protected] or post them on my blog. Chapter 1 ...

Author's Note: A little story that I whomped up to pass the time while at the mercy of the airline industry. About a girl who loves self bondage and collects equipment to satisfy her needs. I have a tip for you girls who like toys - forget the boyfriends who are investment bankers, lifeguards or the like. All you get from them is money or big dicks. Get yourself an engineer. ...

Author's Note: First attempt at a short story. Hope people like it. A summer dress can hide a lot of things, Raquel hoped this one covered her and kept a little secret safe underneath. Her nipples rubbed against the light material sending shivers through her body as she moved towards the entrance of the supermarket. Raquel was wearing a floaty summer dress which showed off her figure nicely and meant a number of men had already double taked as she walked past. Some of this was also down to the 6 inch heels she was wearing and having some difficulty walking from her Masters car. She hoped no one had spotted the padlocks on the heels forcing her to keep them on until her Master decided. Raquel loved the dress normally and the way it made men look at her, today she found the looks scary as she was sure they could tell what was going on under the dress. ...