Tricked

The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn’t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki’s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin’s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends. ...

Part 1 I have never been a very confident girl – my English father left us when I was very young, my Chinese mother always blamed me for that and never had a good word to say to me. Even though I was a pretty girl, with my mixed race looks, she always denigrated me and put me down, so I never believed it when people said nice things about me. I wear my black hair tomboy-short, have big, black-rimmed glasses to hide my face, and I always dress to disappear into the background, because I’m embarrassed by my curvaceous figure. I am bright, and left home to go to university at eighteen, moving as far away as possible, both physically and culturally – going from a small country village to the big city. I struggled for the first few months, unable to make friends and having to rent a squalid flat. I threw myself into my work and cried myself to sleep at night. And then I met the man who was going to change my life. ...

Author's Note: This is a great story and never got the credit it deserves. Christine was once again wandering the floor of the casino, still unable to find either of her friends, Maureen or Lisa. She thought she might try another change of clothes in the mean time. Gambling could be so boring sometimes especially when one was winning time after time after time. Lady luck and a good mind for probability can indeed give one a slight edge. So a little break in the scheme of things would be appropriate. In fact she looked forward to a new set of special clothes since her body was really becoming arousal by the unique feel of the fetish garb she was wearing. The black velvet cat suit was really something to purr about. Many times she caught herself rubbing and stroking herself as well as rubbing up against people she stood next to. They didn’t mind having such an exotic cat woman rubbing herself up against them, what man or free spirited woman would. A few times she even let a little sensuous meow echo from her lips. But it was all in fun, and it was about time to try something new. Maybe something in a bright red leather or shiny latex would do nicely. ...

Category: N/A Codes: F-f, latex, enema, pony, tricked In an obviously upscale office a beautiful and well dressed woman in her early 30’s is on the phone. “C’mon, c’mon, come ooooon pick up the phone”. “Center for deviate dreams miss deWilde speaking”. “Hello Miss deWilde this is Sharon Moreau speaking”. “Miss Moreau, how wonderful to hear from you again. It must be at least a month since your last visit, I was beginning to fear we might have lost you”. “Actually I think it’s closer to two months since my last visit. The end of the year is always an exceptionally hectic period at the firm and I just couldn’t find any time to slip away even for an hour or so in the weekend. Fortunately we have next week off to celebrate the holidays and charge our battery for the onslaught of January”. “Poor thing, that sounds like quite the ride you had there. So with next week off I’m guessing you would like to book a session somewhere next week, possibly a double one?”. “Yes miss deWilde, I definitely like to book a session for next week but I don’t think a double will cut it for me”. “Really?.. So what is it you are looking to book?”. “Well miss deWilde doesn’t your institute also offer a full domestic training course? That’s a full 7 days right and I would have the final weekend to ..”. “MISS MOREAU!, the full domestic training course isn’t something you just decide on a whim! That program is a lot more strict that your usual sessions. Besides it’s simply not feasible. That program would require fulltime trainers over the Christmas week and it requires the trainee to have a handler”. “Please, PLEASE, miss deWilde this isn’t just on a whim, I have been considering this request for almost two months now. The first few months of next year are already shaping up to be at least as intense as the last two which means that this will be my only session for months to come. I will gladly pay quadruple fee’s to compensate for your inconvenience over Christmas and Ivy has already accepted being my handler if I want to take this course. Please miss de Wilde, please”. “Miss Moreau I’m really not sure that you know what you are signing up for here and ..”. " I do, I do, sorry miss deWilde I really have to run to my next meeting now, I’ll be at the center Saturday 8am sharp to begin the course, please accept me". With that the well dressed woman in her 30’s puts down her phone, quickly gathered her notes and rushed off to her next meeting. ...

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...

The plan involved cheating on my wife. I’m not proud of it, but the desires I had developed had overcome my fidelity. I tried to justify it and tell myself that it really wasn’t cheating because it was a fetish that might not even involve sex and it was something that she (my wife) would never agree to. Although, I was too embarrassed to tell her anyway. I started off by just looking. I set up an account on a few free sites and just was a voyeur looking at profiles. Meanwhile, I read story after story about female dominance. Each one more hardcore than the one before it. It became literally all I thought about. I wasn’t really sure if I would truly like it in person. I embarrassed easily and I was a very proud and in control person. Perhaps, that’s why I craved it, but it still scared me to let go of my control. I just wanted to fulfill my desires once a month or so with a safe stranger. ...

Author's Note: A young lady loses her job as a top web-designer and stumbles across her neighbours business manufacturing and selling bondage restraints and clothing. Between jobs, she volunteers to help him increase his business by creating a state of the art on-line catalogue; for a share in the profits. Unfortunately under the terms of the contract she enters into this means that she must also personally test and model the items. ...

Author's Note:You don’t need trigger warnings. We both know why you’re here. So just hate it or love it. The choice is yours, but feel free to comment. I’ll take all feedback into consideration in possible future stories. And sure, English isn’t my first or second language, so there might be some grammatical errors.* Maria and Hanna It was a stylish apartment. There was a small entrance, a combined kitchen and living room and a large bedroom facing a quiet backyard. Everything looked modern with the exception of a few kitchy cups on the shelf, from which one could tell that the occupant was female. ...

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far! I. Another New Purchase It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it! ...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It is quite long, seven parts in all; but as the character of Dian develops then so does her risk-taking, adventure and fascination with bondage. Chapter 1: All About Me Candy has hassled me for some time to commit this, my story, to paper; and now, as I will explain later, she has found the necessary motivation to make me. ...