Author's Note: 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. Or, you can catch me on Twitter or Facebook for up to the minute progress. Any and all comments are welcome and appreciated. Please e-mail me a [email protected] or post them on my blog. ...
Part One of Two Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes. “So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.” ...
Author's Note: Unrealistic premise? Check. Unfathomably naive ‘victim’? Check. Tricksy sinister fetishist? Check. I do believe I have fulfilled the requirements for a fetish shop short story, and hopefully I did the trope some fresh justice. Dedicated to all the writers here who wrote the fun and sexy shop stories that were the inspiration for this one. Rory Baker owned a fetish shop. It had been her favorite dream during her horny teenage years. Oh, to be surrounded on all sides by sensual and erotic clothing and toys! To share that heady pleasure with the blushing submissives and braggadocious dominants, to revel in shared naughtiness and unspeakable fantasies! Upon getting her first extracurricular job she had started saving up for it. When her other friends had started going to college or getting married, she had picked up another job and even started camming for that extra bit of money. Her parents did not approve of her intended line of work, so all she saved was all she got. Their excuse: besides being lewd and crude and completely sinful, it was a long shot, unfeasible, too risque and niche, especially for this part of the country. So, naturally, Rory had dedicated 100% of her spare income to dream no one else believed in. ...
Author's Note: The intense head space of a young man visiting his favorite porn-star-turned-dominatrix for a day of fun. The First Day “You deserve every stroke, you disgusting maggot!” Mistress Jezebel slashed him cruelly across the buttocks with a whip. Ahhhh! “You are a horrible, disgusting piece of work!” Mark felt a sharp pain across his lower leg, the searing line of the whip almost breaking his skin. Mark’s penis tingled with excitement and humiliation. ...
Author's Note: A follow up to ‘Your pleasure’ - how it really happened rather than the fantasy. Posting the story on the website had been a gamble. Even more of a gamble had been sending a link to the story to Ali’s email. We had been married for several years enjoying each other on a frequent basis, but I had always had this deep down desire to put myself at her mercy and be tied up. We had chatted about it a few times and had a couple of attempts at tying each other up but nothing much had come of it. I thought that perhaps the best way of getting my fantasy to be a reality was to write it down. ...
Chapter 1 – Introduction Wearing a French Maid’s outfit, waspie and seamed stockings and tottering on 5” high spiky heeled lace up calf boots, Zhara was a provocative site as she exited the chauffeur driven car and entered the up market beauty salon. For someone who had two weeks ago been unemployed and living on the generosity of her flatmate, this was a sensational change. Chapter 2 – The Ad ...