Tricked

Author’s Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Chapter 1 Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn’t complain. ...

“Have you been in my room?” Peggy demanded, her voice sounding extremely confrontational. The short, squat woman looked at her beautiful landlady through her thick glasses, a look of rage on her face. Janice looked at her tenant and laughed. “Why in the world would I want to go in there? I make an effort to avoid that part of the house for fear of coming down with the swine flu.” ...

Author's Note: This is a short fun story I wrote within two days. Enjoy! ~ v1.1, venomstories.wordpress.com, 2013 “I’ve got special plans for this weekend,” Biri purred. It didn’t take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend’s outfit made some very clear statements in that regard. “Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?” “As long as I don’t laugh,” she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber dress and tightly-laced corset. Kneeling in front of him in their living room, Bérénice was a picture of enthusiastic submission, ready to have her photo printed in a BDSM textbook. ...

Author's Note: I may write more if people show an interest A shapely woman in a tight fitting grey silk blouse and a drum tight knee length skirt charcoal gray skirt stood behind a presentation stand she had long shapely legs that were covered in tight black stockings her feet were encased in a pair of paten black shoes with a five inch heel. She wore a pair of thin black glasses she had high cheek bones and long red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She spoke Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Officer Darla Crain; today we will be demonstrating the latest in restraint technology. A new evolution in suspect control and containment, this is the future. Officer Darla held up a sort of black semi translucent jelly shaped like a baton round, it looked like liquid latex but it was solid. It was obviously more substantial than it appeared she had a serious look on her face her large red lips flickered for a second and she continued, the object was about a foot long and three inches thick inside it seemed to shift and move like a larva lamp. This is our replacement to the messy and often controversial glue guns that are known to be indiscriminate short ranged and have caused a few tragic cases of Asphyxiation. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this years ago and it still seems to be the most beloved of my stories for many people. Enjoy the read. Chapter I I caught her while she was throwing stones at my horses. She did it laughing and giggling as if it was a funny game. She obviously enjoyed seeing them jumping and trying to get away from her. Every time they fled out of her reach, she walked along the fence until she could hit them again. She picked the new stones with care. She cast them with deliberation, aiming for their heads or flanks, and she screamed in delight when one of the mares started panicking and screaming in fear and pain. ...

I have to admit her plan was devious, well thought out, and brilliant. She is a smart woman. I met her when I was only 24 years old. I was fresh out of college and trying to make my way in the world. I had almost nothing. My father left when I was 10 and my mom turned into a drug addict. She eventually died of an overdose. I hadn’t seen my sister in 10 years. She was quite a bit older than me and also (I think) a drug addict. For all I know, she is dead too. I had some close friends from high school and college but they began to slip away with the passage of time…marriage and careers got in the way. I had huge college loans that I was barely paying back and I was forced to have a roommate to get by. ...

Dan looked down at his phone to see he had a text from one of his tenants. Texts from tenants normally meant one thing, something he had to go deal with. But, this one at least wasn’t maintenance related. “Hey, running late on my payment this month, don’t know when I’ll have the cash. -Chels” Dan groaned at the text. Not only was it late, but it was like she had no understanding that he had mortgage payments to make with that money. Then he thought back to the lease. ...

Author's Note: Hey readers - A lot of you have enjoyed the various stories that I’ve posted on this site, so I wanted to let you know that I just published my first book. The style is similar to my other stories, but the plot is more filled out and the writing is more polished. It is also filled, of course, with plenty of hot bondage scenes. I think you’ll like it! ...

Author's Note: This is my first ever porn/bondage story/whatever, so please be kind (and I know it’s weird. Really. This is actually a toned down version of the weirdest and most vivid dream I’ve ever had). Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it (do you do that on this site? I don’t know). Anyway… enjoy! Part 1 I wasn’t too sure about staying with my uncle, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. Mum and Dad hadn’t made a will, so I automatically went to the closest family member - it didn’t matter much to social services we’d met only twice, they just wanted me off their hands. ...

Author's Note: The majority of this story is true—I was directed by Mistress Jennifer to write her a story that very closely mirrored our relationship. The Dream Lover element is fiction, but she assures me that she plans on making it happen :). Part One The alarm clock rang and a hand appeared out from under the blankets and after 4 failed attempts was able to hit the “off” button. The hand belonged to Jennifer and the scene looked no different than that played out in millions of bedrooms at 7:00AM on a Wednesday—someone reluctantly getting up for work after a long night. Jennifer started to rub her eyes when she suddenly seemed to have remembered something important. She quickly hopped out of bed, ran over to her desk and hit some random keys until her screen began to glow and come to life. ...