Watersports on Utopia Stories Library

A Bedtime Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: For when the day’s fun is over with…

He lifted her up from the fuck post. She had been bent over the waist high horizontal bar with her wrists and ankles locked to the ground for the better part of the day. Countless cocks had pounded her sore ass for hours. When she wasn’t being fucked she was being whipped. Angry red lines streaked her ass, her thighs, and her back.

A Request By Master Darios

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: As you will read below, I was instructed to recall an extremely embarrassing (yet arousing) adventure in self-bondage for a good friend of my Master who resides in the U.S. With His permission I will include His request so as to set the stage for my recount. slave jenny xxx

(Please note: Master Darios writes under the pen name mrhungry, please check out his stories)

My dear slave jenny,

Alisha's Saturday Night

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A scary but addicting story.

Chapter 1

Alisha is driving through the country alone and lost. “Where am I?” said Alisha to herself. While she was in thought, Alisha swerved off the road and crashed in front of a nice house. A few minutes later, a woman came out of the house and asked if Alisha was ok. " Yeah, I’m fine, but… “.

" Here, come in my house and you can call your mother. " the woman said nicely. She led Alisha in her house and set her on the couch. Alish a felt a piece of clothe over her mouth and a few seconds later she was out like a light. She had been drugged. “Perfect.” The woman said. She dragged Alisha into a soundproof and hidden room. She cut off Alishas clothes and examined her prize. She had nice round breasts and a big ass. She felt to she if the boobs or butt were fake. They were not. After about and hour, the captor had Alisha in tight suspension bondage. “Ok.” She said. She put a ball gag in Alishas mouth and went to the corner to turn on a security camera. She went up stairs and took a nap. A few hours later, Alisha woke up in a startle. " Mmmhhmmhh!!!!! " She shouted through the ball gag. She noticed a machine under her and was scared to death. A strange woman walked in wearing a see through outfit. " Well, well, my beautiful slave bitch is up. You listen to me now or you will get yourself killed. If I ask you a question, you respond with yes or no mistress. You will suffer an extreme amount of bondage and fucking do you understand? Alisha shook her head yes. Without another word, the woman knelt down and clicked the machine on. She positioned the stick looking thing right by Alishas vagina. “Have fun my darling!” She laughed and laughed as the machine moved back and forth in alishas vagina. She applied heavy nipple clamps to Alishas perfect breasts. She started licking Alishas lips and toungue. All the while, Alisha was screaming her heart out. She applied pads and flipped yet another switch. She felt a terrible shock throughout her body. Her arms were aching from being tied in this extremely uncomfortable positon. She soon laid limp, knowing that she would never get out of her bonds. She also could tell, from all the fucking supplies lying on the floor and the walls, that this captor wasnt planning on letting her out any time soon. The woman grabbed a whip and beat Alisha terribly. Then she flipped all the switches off and started undoing Alishas restraints. “If you have even the slightest move of escaping i will kill you.” The woman undid the ball gag. " do you understand? "

All He Ever Wanted...And Then Some!

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

He could barely breathe. It had been a struggle for who knows how long now. It felt like hours, but could have been 15 minutes for all he knew. The only thing he was focused on besides not passing out, was that he’d asked for this and it was too late to turn back now. His mind drifted back to how this started…

She knew he was kinky, maybe not to the extent she was about to find out as their weekend together approached. They’d been together a long time now and played around a little bit with role playing and used a pair of handcuffs now and then. That was about it. She enjoyed it but he’d always wanted to keep trying weirder stuff. Sometimes she would, other times she just shied away from it.

Are Two Holes Better Than Three

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First submission ever, hope you enjoy it.

She sat down across the table from me nursing her red wine. Her bright red hair cascaded over her head and past her shoulders. She wore too much make-up for my taste but it was expertly applied with lots of mascara and eye-liner. Her lips were pillowed out and painted the same color as her hair.

“You don’t mind if I join you do you?” It was more a statement than a question. She was a Latina with a strong, sexy accent.

Betrayal

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Synopsis: Two Les lovers and their shady druggy companion spend a weekend of S&M fun in a secluded retreat. And are set upon by sadistic Les bikers.

Part 1

Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying. As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases.

Black Widow's Loving Embrace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: : This story is merely an attempt to put down a fantasy of mine onto paper. Please feel free to share any comments/suggestions you may have regarding this story or future work. Oh, and most importantly: enjoy! ;D

It was dark, too dark…

I sat there in the darkness unable to move. My bindings felt tight and unforgiving, even though I could not see them. I was lying completely naked on a leather-covered contraption with my legs raised in the air and widely spread. I felt the subtle air movement caressing my exposed and accessible asshole. I was obviously strapped down tightly as I could not move a muscle no matter how much I tried. As I concentrated on my breathing I also realized my mouth was spread wide open using what I guessed was a dental gag. It felt like my jaw would dislocate if my mouth were opened any wider.

Brian Finds His Mistress

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Brian Carter was a very successful businessman, having over the last ten years made several million dollars as a day trader. He was 38, 5'10" 165lb and fit body and lived in a penthouse condo in Miami by himself, as he had not met the woman of his dreams. His fantasies were of being owned by an extreme dominatrix who would control his life and make him her slave. While in his home alone, he was always in some form of bondage, which was at minimum a collar, manacles on his ankles and a chastity belt, while fantasying she had locked him in the bondage. When he dated, the woman were more into his wealth, and normal sex, but were not the woman he desired to call his Mistress. When not online trading, Brian entered chat rooms on AOL, seeking to find the perfect Mistress, but he knew so many of the Dommes on line were fakes or only wanted money to abuse him as a slave. He occasionally he did arrange to see a professional Domme and he enjoyed being the slave for the night serving her every need, but it wasn’t the same as his dream to find the right mistress to be owned completely.

Brittany Visits Mistress Madelyn

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This can be read by itself or as a sequel to Brittany Gets Rented by a Sadist

Brittany laid in her latex vac bed waiting to be released. Her mistress Theresa and Theresa’s sadistic friend Kelsey, who had branded Brittany with a K the day before, walked in the room and turned the light on.

Kelsey started looking through her phone as Theresa unzipped the latex vac bed. “I have a friend who trains little bitches like Brittany here. She holds sessions where she trains pathetic slaves to be pets. I would love it if I could take the bitch over to her and have her trained. Would that be ok with you Theresa?” Kelsey asked as she flashed Brittany an evil look. “Yes that’d be fine babe” Theresa replied.

Broken in by a Newbie

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I stood at the big bay window overlooking the bay and straight up the hazy gulf. You could see for miles, but I was more interested in the view from the strip of gleaming white sand about 50 yards from my place.

As I trained my Zeiss binoculars to the strip immediately opposite I could see my target. There were a lot of people basking in the sun this mid-week early afternoon, but the one that stood out was a dark-haired woman in a white bikini, which contrasted superbly with her chocolate-colored tan.

Cam Whores

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback.

Chapter 1: Bad Brake

Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Christopher's Predicament

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Not for the squeamish!

The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.

Danielle's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Enjoy!

It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do.

Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago”

Dear Diary

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true.

I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes.

Dolly's Debut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone’s eyes following us.

It’s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling “FUCK DOLL” dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, “we won’t be needing these,” and locking them in her wall safe. There’s no escape for me tonight.

Dream Dream Dream

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my second story. Know its not perfect but hope its OK. I will continue to update the story when each chapter is written. Suggestions and Ideas always welcome.

At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.

Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.

Female Bodyguards

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Freeze.” The tone of his voice was cold and Natalie felt the fear crawling up her spine. One moment, she had shown the man her assortment of drugs, she sold on the streets. Now she was looking at the taser gun in his right hand. When his left hand reached for one of his pants pockets she expected a badge. Maybe he was an officer from the drug department.

But instead he showed her a pair of handcuffs and said: “Cuff your hands on your back.”

Five Points

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The first story I’ve ever felt okay enough about to share publicly. I still don’t think it’s great, mind you. You’ve been warned :)

It had been more than two months since he’d last been permitted to cum.

Their sex life, he would tell his male friends when they asked, had never been better. And this was true, in a sense. Her orgasms had never been so powerful, so charged with erotic intensity, as they had become now that his were disallowed completely. It was almost as though, in the time before, they had both been drawing from the same finite spring of pleasure, and that now, with him forbidden from partaking, there was that much more left over for her. She had always been beautiful– her dark Mediterranean features, lustrous black hair, and full, supple ass– had always made him feel starkly inadequate, standing beside her in public. But now, she seemed to glow ten times more radiantly, casually confident as she projected an aura of sexual satisfaction to everyone who saw her.

Forgotten Safe Word

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is part 1 to a little story I came up with. Part 2 coming in the next week. I’d love feedback and ideas for part 2. I will leave my email unmasked for readers to respond.

Part 1

Background: I am a 18 year old boy, tight virgin ass, 6'4, exploring my kinks. I met a mistress online who said she is willing to introduce me to the world of kink.

From Grad School to Slave School

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. This one explores even deeper fantasies of my beautiful Asian co-author, whose character is again the victim. Though the premise and title may be similar, we think you will find this story is more intriguing in its twists and turns. My character is again the dominant figure. Also as before the first of each chapter is from the dominant’s perspective, the last of each from the victim’s. We appreciate your votes and comments and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. I admit there were times it seemed the story was controlling the authors instead of the other way around.

From the Female Bible

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Peri is a member of a rather unique church that expects females to submit to the men in their lives. Females are inferior to Males and this commandment forms the foundation of her life and her role in society.

Chaptees 1 <

The 10 commandments for females

Females are inferior to Males
No female may hold a position of authority over any Male
No female may question the authority of any Male

Frustrated

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An indecent wife, is humiliated in a park, including bondage, golden-showers and cum-facials

Kathy, a blond 36-year-old, liked the depraved idea of having fallen from her mother’s womb as an submissive, viciously immoral, full-fledged slut - not that her currently-divorced mom would’ve been offended, since she’d been promiscuous tramp prior to her death a year before the present occasion.

Nevertheless, Kathy enjoyed many chances to indulge her impure lust, due to her pretty face, massive but firm udders, lush thighs, wickedly round bottom and insatiability.

Getting More Than I Paid For

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A bit different, hope everyone enjoys it.

I took a deep breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door at the top of the stairs. I heard heels clicking on the hard wood floor and the door opened. I walked into a darkly-lit room and before I my eyes could adjust to the dim lighting and turn around to face the person who opened the door; I was blindfolded with soft satin that fit snugly around my head. A ball gag was roughly shoved into my mouth and tightly buckled behind my head.

Go With the Flow

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Inspired by a drawing by Augustine, and special thanks to Tyjord for helping me edit this story.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Strong?” Arin asked meekly as he entered her office.

“Please, sit Arin.” Erica Strong motioned him to take a seat at her desk as she finished replying to an email. Taking off her glasses and holding them in hand, she turned her attention towards him. “I’ve got a special task for you today young man.”

Hard Dreams

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself.

Hard Medicine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In a clinic that specializes in treating men with very unorthodox needs, Dr. Olsen starts her day with a patient that requires a more intensive approach than usual. Warning: This story contains very extreme, painful, and over-the-top BDSM.

Dr. Olsen walked with confidence. The click of her short heeled shoes against the linoleum floor was quite noticeable in the otherwise silent hallway. The only other people nearby were a few nurses going about their business, all wearing white dresses that exposed more than a hint of leg and cleavage. Olsen was dressed more conservatively in a white jacket, pale blouse, and loose business slacks. It was an outfit that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows in a real hospital.

Her Punishment

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will not be for everyone. It is inspired by a real person and I have endured a number of the things that she goes through so I write from experience.

Chapter 1

“You seem nervous,” I began. She nodded, biting her lip. I cocked an eyebrow and she said, “Yes.” I tilted my head slightly to the side, an invitation to elaborate further and she replied, “Yes, Sir, I am nervous.” I looked her up and down. I knew she was about 40 though she took care of herself well so looked much younger. About 5'4", athletic though softly curved body; she apparently swam, ran, and did yoga every day. Brown hair, light brown eyes, clear fair skin, not a wrinkle nor a grey hair to be seen. Quite remarkable for the mother of a 16 year old, a 13 year old, and-the surprise child-a 3 year old. That’s where we met, pre-pre-school. I had not realized such a thing existed until I became a parent. Though it was a relief to know that it did. A morning or few a week away from the kids. Though my wife and I shared the parenting duties, it was the mothers of all of the other children who volunteered. Me and nine women, including my wife, on rotating shifts helping the teacher. That’s how we got to know her. My wife and I discussed her right after we met her at the first parent social. My wife started the conversation, “Who is the one with the dark secrets?” I replied, “It’s obvious to you, too? She has some skeletons in her closet for sure. I wonder if the 3 year old is even his,” I added, referring to the father we briefly met before he disappeared into the corner for a business call. “If that is how he is all the time, I bet she feels a bit . . . neglected.” My wife nodded and said, “Shall I suss her out?” I smiled and she replied, “I will take that as a yes.”

Home Furnishings

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt at a complete erotic story - it went longer than I planned. Let me know what you think!

SEAN: For many years my wife resisted my attempts to introduce BDSM play into our lovemaking. Deanna was simply not into it. Things changed when I injured my leg and had to begin rehab. Part of the routine included using a TENS electo-stimulation device to relieve the pain in my leg after completing a rehabilitation routine. She said she had never heard of such a device and I replied that I had only heard of them in terms of S&M play. That piqued her interest.

How Life Can Change

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story will continue with the events of the first six months in the relationship between Rebecca, Kathy, Tom, and John.

Part 1: Introduction

John was driving our family van into the basement garage below our single-family home. John and his wife Rebecca stepped-out of the van. Both John and Rebecca were wearing ’normal’ cloths, so that no one would expect the fantasies and stories of dominance and submissions, which they experienced during the weekend. Rebecca suited her black skirt and her red top very well and her dark nylons and highheels still gave her the dominant attitudes to be in control of her husband. Rebecca ordered John to close the garage door so that all snoopy neighbors are left outside. Once the garage door was closed, John opened the back door of the van. With the doors completely open, Rebecca enjoyed the look of her two other slaves, Kathy (my wife) and me (Tom). Kathy and me were both naked, except for the chastity belts Rebecca forced us into. Kathy was wearing one of the steel chastity belts offered by my-steel.de. The belt covered Kathy’s clit making it impossible for her to have any orgasm without Rebecca’s permission. My cock was kept in one of these steel chastity tubes.

How To Be A Human Toilet Cleaner

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an extreme, filthy story written in the real world where, I hope, nothing even close to the scenario could happen to a person. It involves a life changing scenario with an unwitting participant - Sara - Who is studied to see how much control she could be subject to over a long period if time, while preforming a disgusting and repetitive task.

It’s my first story on this site but I’ve been published elsewhere… with less over the top themes. This story was inspired by ’toilet trained’ by an author called archaic ragnarok and I honestly thought it would never see the light of day until I recently had an surge of motivation to finish it after over 4 years in the making.

Humiliation of Jess

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jess woke up in a daze. She tried to move but realized her wrists and ankles were tied spread eagled to a bed. She looked up and saw her hands were in leather bondage cuffs, rendering them useless. She looked down to see she was naked.

Suddenly two women walked in. One was petite, with B cups, the other one had a large ass and D cups. Both were wearing tight shirts and black spandex shorts.

Interrogated by Dr. Schmidt

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man is interrogated in a most interesting way by Dr. Schmidt and his assistant…..

The guards simply picked me up out off the floor, and holding me by the arms, they took me out of the room and down the dark hall. At the end of the hall they unlocked a large metal door. They dragged me down a long staircase to an underground bunker. Another metal door was unlocked and again I was taken down a long hallway.

Interrogated by Torturess Angela

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: An interrogation performed by Torturess Angela and her lesbian assistant on a hapless man.

Chapter 1

He was led down several sets of stairs and down a long darkened corridor. Two men beside him each holding one of his shoulders and moving him along briskly. His mind raced. He had lost track of how long it had been since the secret police (SP) had burst into his small apartment and accused him of being an underground operative. Was it hours or days his dazed mind wondered. A lack of sleep and not being able to know the time of day can be a very discomforting thing to the human body. That these kinds of things happened routinely in his country was of no surprise. What was a surprise however, was that it had happened to him. After a firm but surprisingly brief interrogation by an officer of the SP, in which he denied any knowledge of unground resistance activities, he was taken to a brightly lit holding cell. He judged the cell to be 5 feet by 5 feet in length and width. More of a closet in its dimensions, and left there with only a cup of tepid water. The room size alone was sufficient to ensure that he could not lie down to rest, since he was well over 5 feet in stature. There was no chair or bench in the room, so he could only sit on the cold cement floor, leaning up against the wall, knees upward toward his chest. His bare feet resting on the concrete. He was certain that the room was bugged and under camera surveillance. That was standard procedure. Thirsting after a long while, he drank the water down in gulps. Its bitter aftertaste lingering in his throat. Afterward, to his immense inner anger he noticed that there was no waste bucket or floor drain should he need to relieve himself. He needed to think and keep his mind clear. No foolish mistakes. He knew this was a deadly dance, innocent or not, and it was his turn on the dance card.

Jenny and the Water Tank

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: All the packaging stories here recently inspired me with a new idea, I hope you enjoy it. All criticism is appreciated, whether positive, negative, or constructive!

Jenny wasn’t sure what to make of the ad which read only, “Water Tank Bikini Model Needed”, but she needed a little extra spending money and she thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. She called the phone number and quickly ended up talking to Dave who asked her if she could come by tonight for measurements. She didn’t have anything going on that evening, so she and her friend, Angie, went down to the studio on the second floor of a non-descript building in the theater district.

Kate Gets Plastic Wrapped and Used

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

When Kate woke up she realized she was on a leather bench about 6 ft long, and she could feel duct tape around her ankles, thighs, stomach, and shoulders, holding her to the bench. She was completely naked.

“Good you’re finally awake” a voice said behind Kate. As the woman walked in front of brooke she set a large roll of plastic wrap on the floor next to the bench. She recognized the woman from one of her classes at the university. She was wearing a shiny, skin tight, pink latex halter top with a skin tight, shiny, black latex skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks. She straddled Kate before sitting down on her hips. Kate stared up at her captor, as she ran her fingers over Kate’s lips and down her cleavage, giggling as she caressed her stomach.

Mia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’m new in bondage. So please write if you don’t like anything that’s happened so far, or anything I should change or think of! Thank you for reading xx

Part 1

JACK I have gone to the same bar for some years now, to be with my friends and have some drinks. For some weeks ago when I came to the bar, I saw that they had hired a new waitress. Most waitresses were pretty average; too much makeup and slutty clothes, and it was no secret that almost everybody got picked up after work by the men in the bar.

MILF

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: sex doesn’t stop at forty, or after kids, and neither should bondage. But, always, beware what you wish for.

_Update (2012/09/11):* Someone commented that they didn’t understand the italics. This represents her inner monologue, her thoughts at the time of the events. Its i the present tense and is meant to provide immediacy. Enjoy!*

Update (2012/09/27): Nearly 9,000 views, a 4.7 rating, and only 11 comments?? It makes me want to give up writing. If you read it, make a comment, it takes 2 minutes and its anonymous.

More Than What I Could Imagine

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Nervous? Anyone with an ounce of caution should have been anxious. We had communicated through the internet over the past nine months and he knew me like nobody else. I called him my pseudo therapist. Now he was coming to provide me with a weekend session to be remembered and cherished. He was an older and experienced top, who was going to allow me to personally be subjected to situations designed to play out my erotic fantasies and pent-up desires.

My Child

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Mistress to the rich and shameless has her world turned upside down by a Lesbian street urchin.

Once again I woke up screaming and in a cold sweat, the thin gown clinging to my pain ravaged body. And as before the nurse rushed in to sedate me and hold my hand until I calmed down. A tearful drama repeated several times so far. The needle pierced my arm and she held me tightly as I cry incoherently in her arms. “Oh Jessica” she would whisper as I cried silently in her hair, “Its ok I’m here baby.”

One Kink at a Time

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I wrote this quite some time back. Thought I’d experiment with first person narrative, as well as writing from the Femme Dom’s perspective. Don’t know if it worked, that’s up to the reader.

It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes.

Party Installation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First attempt at writing something for YEARS! Thanks a lot to JG Leathers and Grimly for being alive and giving the rest of us ideas and concepts to “steal”

At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn’t. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that scene. Thinking yet again about what she thought was something wrong with her she dismissed it, as she always did, with maybe she never could relay what she really craved from her partners. She was not sure she even knew that herself.

Peace

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.

Chapter 1: Einführung

The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth’s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.

Perhaps I Should Have Told Him

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I have really tried to enhance my story this time by adding stuff not particularly dealing with how and where. I’m afraid I’ll have to admit that descriptive writing isn’t my strong side, and

While I’m writing this I have the tingling sensation in my secret place from a self whipping session which involved nettles. Somehow on the holiday described in this story I have become obsessed with nettles, and while I finish proofreading I am taking full advantage of the season’s last nettles. If there is a God, I’m sure he will send me straight to hell, but I hear that there are plenty of nettles there…

Playdate

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“Morning sweety.” The cacophony of white noise that permeated the room stopped abruptly, a soft feminine voice taking its place.

Justin was quickly pulled out of his half sleep, jolting awake at the sudden change in the sound surrounding him. Before he attempted to stretch his limbs out, he heard the hinges of the thick steel door that she had installed creak along, the sound of scraping metal filling his ears.

Preparation is the Key

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is an true account of what happened last month. Enjoy!

Every year, I get a few days alone all to myself. And each year, I try to take full use of that time with some intense self bondage while doing some lovely cross-dressing.

The plan for this year hatched, like all good plans do, a few months before my free time was set to start. What I had worked out I suspected would be my best episode yet. And man was I right.

Prisoners of the Empire

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Soldiers of an army defeated by the Empire are taken to the Capital City, stripped, paraded for public display and taken to the Royal dungeons and torture chambers to receive the torments of the Empire.

The battle was over. The empire had won a decisive victory. The defeated army had surrendered. Several thousand prisoners had been taken. Most would be auctioned off as slaves in the empires markets. They were the lucky ones. Three hundred of the strongest, fittest, most handsome were transported to the capital. There awaited them a truly frightening fate. The captives, 300 men were gathered outside the city gates. They were met there by the queens imperial guards. A group of women known for their cruelty and sadism, especially for prisoners of the empire. The captives were to be paraded through the streets of the capital, to show the people another victory for their empire while the people cheered and mocked captive army. The queen would lead the procession at its head, behind her, in chains would walk the dejected terrified humiliated prisoners to their fate and beside them marched the imperial guards, enjoying and reveling in the spectacle and adding to the prisoners sufferings along the way. Each man in the group had been taken and was forcibly stripped bare and naked by female guards until not a captive wore a stitch of clothing. The men had their genitals fully exposed and then pawed, groped, slapped, spanked and humiliatingly played and toyed with by their female guards. Some were ordered to play with themselves off, others to jerk each other off. Some captives were forced to fuck one another’s asses, or suck another man’s cock, all for the sexual appetite of the imperial guards. It was terrifying. Men wept and sobbed. Others shook with fear and still others peed where they stood. It was only a taste of what would follow for these unfortunates.

Punishment for Burgler

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Dina smiled to herself as she observed the man before her. He was stripped and bound to her table; the leather straps forcing his arms above his head. A ball gag completed the effect. This man had broken into her house and she was going to make sure that he payed for it. Now, any other person would have called the police; but when the burgler broke in, what he didn’t know was that Dina was in the house and what he also didn’t know was that she was a firey sadistic domminatrix - and her pussy was hungry for cock, any cock. So, she had cpatured him and tied him up before telling him that he had to do whatever she wanted him to, otherwise he would be in SERIOUS PAIN! Now he lay on his back, prepared for whatever she had planned to do to him.

Rachael's Abduction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

The mall was fairly busy when Rachael strolled in. It was Friday afternoon, and school had just let out for spring break. She wasn’t sure what she was shopping for; it just felt good to get away from classes and indulge in a little “me” time. She strolled down the walkway, checking out the various window displays. She didn’t notice the figure about 20 yards behind, following her every move.

Rachael's Revenge

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Rachael’s Abduction, which should be read before reading this story.

Chapter 1

Brad couldn’t believe what a turnaround his life had taken in the past 24 hours: yesterday, he was a slave master; today, he was an owned slave! He just knew that he couldn’t survive being locked up with who knows who for a cellmate; constantly at risk for a beating or rape. At least with these two, they might be inclined to go easy on him, or even forgive him after he demonstrated repentance. Also, he had a much better chance of escaping here than if he were in prison.

Re-paying a Debt to Goddess Danielle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A man re-pays a financial debt to a sadistic lesbian woman and her female slaves

I live on a very large and secluded estate in Costa Rica, though I can’t say that my life is easy, or that I’m sitting in the sun sipping a tall cool drink. Quite the opposite actually. I had run afoul of the IRS and was $200,000 in tax debt. I was facing heavy fines and probable jail time which I was not prepared to serve. The only choice I felt I had was to call and ask a very wealthy acquaintance named Danielle, living in Costa Rica for help. I explained my situation to her and reluctantly asked her if she would be willing to help me and that I’d do anything I could to repay her over time. To my utter astonishment she agreed. Danielle told me that she would pay my entire IRS debt and fly me to Costa Rica the following week provided I agree to only one condition of repayment. Desperate, I told her over the phone that I’d live up to the repayment terms and thanked her profusely for her generosity. As agreed, the following Friday, there was a ticket in my name at the Costa Rican airline counter at LAX, and within 8 hours, I was standing at the gates of Danielle’s enormous estate on the Costa Rican coast.

Read Directions

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It is bonus check time at work so I get to buy extra toys this month. It stinks being on a limited budget but with this extra money I’ll be able to buy this new slick looking Latex-Rubber hybrid suit that I have been eying. It’s a full body suit with an open face. The crotch area is made to look exactly like a female. My dick would have to go into a pouch and condom like tube and my dick would end up pointing up and be flat against my stomach. There is also a tube that acts like an external catheter where if I peed the pee would come out the pussy on the suit. The back part of the suit has a hole and special rubber that goes into the anus allowing for pooping while wearing the suit.

Samantha's Cage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback.

The First Day

For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity.

Servitude

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A very possible scenario, one which the author would love to be the subject of. This story is developing as it is being written.

Chapter 1

It was after my divorce, I was alone, I could do exactly as I wished.

I had long, during my marriage, been visiting BDSM sites on the internet, I had even visited Mistresses in realtime, I had even visited transvestite Mistresses. I enjoyed nothing more then getting my ass raped, by a strap-on, or a real cock. I had never had anything really big up there but I was training it up with dildos etc..

Slave Life

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Hello My Name is Shelly I am a 31 year old white female 5ft 10 in tall and 125lbs, recently divorced. The divorce was nasty and I was glad it finally over. On the day the paper was finally signed I realized I had moved here with my husband I had no friends that were not his most of my close family were gone and I was by myself. I decided to quit my job and move away. I loved the summer so I moved south to a small town in Fla.

Slave School - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from one of my favorite stories of all time, Group XS by Dr. Saavik. It’s not necessary to have read that beforehand, but you really should… it’s pretty great.

Tucked away beneath a non-descript brick manor off of a sleepy, tree-lined road lies a classroom. Its walls are lined with the letters of the alphabet, sentence diagrams, and maps of the world. The teacher’s desk sits at the front, next to a large blackboard. A shiny red apple rests on it next to a stack of papers to grade. Several rows of desks occupy the middle of the room.

Slow and Painful

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner

Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace.

Sophia and the Unpleasant Arrangement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is the 10th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com

The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed.

Southern Hospitality

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading!

Part 1

I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear " I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come." Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here….

Stephanie's Humiliation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I’ve included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I’d love to see that…)

Chapter 01: Office Bitch Tags: No sex (yet)

Sub Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first story your feed back is encouraged!! If positive feed back, I will continue the story.

Update (06/17/11): Second installment in the story, I will continue with positive feedback

Part 1

The sub woke up one morning tied to an exam table. The sub wondered how it had come to be in this predicament, but knew it ultimately was not his to question. After all, it had been in the service of the madam for some time and the sub did not possess any free will to question her judgment as to what the sub was due.

Sub-Space

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is another quick burst of my fantasy, intended to get me back into the mood of writing. I’d love to hear any constructive criticism, as well as any ideas for future sequels or even separate stories.

He heard a splashing sound deep down in his head, which told him that he’d been lowered into the water, or rather dropped into it. The sensation was strange, he was floating for sure, he felt it, but he didn’t get wet; he didn’t feel the water on his skin. He of course was well aware of the latex layer between his skin and the water, but that didn’t prevent his brain from getting confused and playing tricks on him.

Taken to XS - A Group XS Story

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is my conclusion to Dr. Saavik’s unfinished story “Group XS” (written with his consent).

Catherine’s friends and family have been taken by Group XS, and now she finds herself falling deeper and deeper into their web as they seek to exact their revenge.

Introduction

One of my favorite stories of all time is the unfinished ‘Group XS’ by Saavik. The following story seeks to bring that work to its satisfying conclusion. Here’s a summary to help catch you up:

Tara's Ordeal...

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Here is a two part story I wrote sometime back over on Fetlife, I decided that I would put both together to really make one complete story. I have included my original titles and just renamed the story so it has a bit of a flow to it. I have read it over many times myself and think I have found all my thrus and through so if I missed one sorry for that. It seems it’s my one crutch when composing a story. So I hope you enjoy Tara’s story…

The Basement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young man’s encounter with a violent situation leads to a lifelong hobby.

The beginning of a plan

It all started with a trip to visit an elderly colleague with whom I had worked for a few years. He lived by himself at the far end of rural dirt road, which was little more than just a track through the woods. Turning into his gate, I noticed an old extended cab pickup parked beside the house with at least two persons inside. But that fact was ignored immediately as I exited my vehicle and heard definite cries of pain coming from the other side of the house.

The Dream of the End

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young biker, not completely on the right side of the law, finds an unbelievable situation in the wheatfields of Kansas.

“Some people worry about The End of the Dream. All I cared about was the Dream of the End.” Anonymous - WWII concentration camp survivor.

I had been an outdoors type all my life. Given any set of mountains or wilderness, I could survive most comfortably with just a knife as a tool. Some of that was learned in childhood in the wilds of West Virginia, the rest with the Special Forces in the US Army.

The Fine Print

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Recently I’d been in contact with a woman who runs a fairly popular femdom video site. She had advertised that private sessions with her were available at a negotiated price and after several messages back and forth we came to an agreement on a two hour session.

I’d always enjoyed the videos she had posted, and I always found myself watching the same one over and over again. It was one of the more humiliating videos for a slave that I could remember watching, and it always got me hard as a rock.

The Holiday Gift

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young woman and her ‘man’ spend their first Christmas Eve together

As she settled into the backseat of the cab for her ride home, after sharing some after work Christmas Eve drinks with some of her female coworkers, Danielle felt a touch of anxiety. This was a distinctly rare occurrence for this usually very self assured young woman. But this would be the first Christmas Eve that she would be spending with Reed, since they had moved in together ten months earlier, and she didn’t quite know how to react. After a surprising number of gentle pleadings on his part, in a moment of unusual weakness, she had finally acquiesced in allowing him to decorate the apartment in a holiday spirit, and then prepare a sumptuous Christmas Eve feast for them. She had been adamant, however, that any and all such preparations would be limited to this one day, so Reed had taken the whole day off from work, to be able to get everything prepared for his special celebration.

The Hotel

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A 6 part series about a young man who expands his hobby into a lifelong career and makes a fortune with it.

Chapter 1 - The Mountaintop

My new guest was due any time. I insisted on a strict timetable, so that two clients never saw each other. Discretion was at the top of my guaranteed services. She had just five minutes left to get here, or I would push the button that would close the electric gate. If that happened then she would have to explain, by secure email, just why she was tardy, then accept a reschedule. Fortunately, that would not be the case here - on the security monitor, I saw a car pull into the driveway and start up the steep hill - that had to be her.

The Houseguest

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Based on an original drawing by Augustine.

Part 1

“Hey, sis.”

“Cody!” The dark-haired girl shouted upon opening the front door. She grabbed the young man standing outside and pulled him to her. The embrace lasted a full minute before the two separated, the woman’s hands remaining on the boy’s shoulders. “God, let me look at you. It’s been so long.” She looked him up and down, taking in every inch of the brother she hadn’t seen in almost a year.

The Island

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I do not condone slavery this story all comes from a fantasy in my head.

Karen and her sister Laura were going on holiday to Mexico. They both worked as nurses and shared a flat together. They didn’t have a lot of friends and were happy with each other’s company. Karen was the older of the two at 26 and was a well-built brunette while Laura at 18 was a petite blonde. Karen usually made all the decisions. The two sisters had stopped at a hotel for the night before driving to the airport the next morning. It was quite run down and the clerk made the sisters uneasy. Karen was dressed in jeans and a tank top and Laura was in a short dress.

The Loving Wife

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fairly intense femdom story, with a blend of sensuality and extreme cruelty.

So far it consists of 4 chapters. I’m debating how to finish it off in perhaps 1 or 2 more chapters. If you’ve feedback feel free to email it to me or find me via my blog at http://www.femdom-resource.com/

Chapter 1 - Prolog

My wife says I’m the luckiest man alive. If I’m ever feeling down or unhappy she’ll remind me that our relationship is one in a million and that it was so lucky that we found one another. She’ll say “How many other husbands get the attention I give to you? How many other husbands are loved as much as you?”

The Power of Magic

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Witches were once known to be evil and dangerous women. They enjoyed the suffering of others, and they did cruel things to the innocent for nothing more than their own selfish desires. While this may not have been historically accurate, it did describe Audrey pretty well.

Chapter 1

On the surface, Andrea Walden was a teenager just like any other. She went to high school, lived in the suburbs, and did nothing that set her apart from any of the other girls her age. She lived alone with her mother, who was often out of the house for business trips. Everyone knew that they were a completely normal family.

The Replacement

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time and played out in my head, with myself at various times as each character. It’s just something I need to get down on paper (so to speak)!

Chapter 1

Girl leant forward over the kitchen sink to scrub a stubborn mark off the dish. With each movement of the sponge there could be heard a clinking sound as the thin steel chain between her handcuffs tapped the glass and crockery in the water. After years of wearing the cuffs (they had no keyholes, and were permanent), she had ceased to even notice when they made sound.

The Sisters

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Emma was one of those beautiful, athletic women who seemed to be good at any sport she tried. However, she must also have been one of the least practical people in the world. John had only been seeing Emma for a few weeks when she asked if they could pick up some things at the hardware store so that they could put up some shelves in her house. While John was working out which brackets to buy, Emma wondered further down the same aisle to where a range of chains was on display.

The Substitute

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: My first attempt on this site. Please let me know if you like it and how to improve.

She was beautiful of course and had no idea what was in store for her today. As a high school senior she would never look twice at someone like me, but I was going to have fun today. Being a substitute teacher can be rough some days, but the sights of girls trying to impress the boys with their tight jeans, short skirts, and low cut tops can be a nice distraction. Even better is when you can plan things to have a little fun with a specific beauty. I had been here a few times before and Allison Cohen caught my eye.

The Torture of Choice

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: If you’re just looking for straight bondage without a story, be warned. The first chapter starts out VERY slowly–but ut it will pick up rapidly in chapter 2, and stays reasonably strong in subsequent chapters. I’m not sure what the policy is on placing tags. Do I put what this chapter merits, or do I put what’s in the whole story? I’m going to go for the later, since I don’t expect many will want to start a story they’ll later find out they don’t want to read. I tried to put the the various codes in relative order to how dominant they are in the story.

The Track

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A first posting from me, and obviously incomplete. A lot of fun elements I’d love to have in the future, and some foreshadowing of things to come.

Part 1

Andy fell in love with the property the very first time he saw it. The house was nice enough, an old sprawling rancher with oddly shaped rooms and hallways all over. The house itself was only a portion of the reason that he fell in love with the property however. The house was completely isolated from the rest of his neighbors, the closest one being several miles away. There was also a well built barbed wire fence around the entire perimeter of the rolling acres. He wanted the isolation for planned project, and he knew that there was very little chance of anyone stumbling across him.

Thingy

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: The complete dehumanization of an unknown ‘woman’.

I was in a bad mood, so I decided to go downstairs into the basement and watch Thingy. I had grown more and more bored of Thingy with time, Thingy turned out to be not much fun at all! I resented having to tend to it all the time, and it cost me a lot of money. I had neglected it more and more often, staying in my living room watching porn instead when I wasn’t at work.

Toilet Slut

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Just some musings from a oversexed mind

Last night I finally lived a long time dream of mine. My wife Melody of three years came home from work around 7pm and told me to follow her upstairs. Once we arrived in the bedroom, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She was dressed in a long white light cotton dress with a floral print and a belt cinched at the waist. The dress fell long enough to conceal most of her knee high black shiny leather boots. As I looked down at her beautiful shaven pussy, I saw first that she had not worn any panties, and second that she had been fucked recently.

Toilet Training

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Day One

Our week starts on a Sunday afternoon. My wife is out of town for 10 days, out of the country even, and I have arranged with you to grant you control over me for seven days, inclusive, from Sunday 3 pm to Sunday 3 pm. We meet that afternoon and we visit the same airport hotel where we had played last. The scent of your incense masking the smell of decay in the room, I remove my clothes so you can inspect me and make sure I have followed your instructions. My public hair was gone–not merely shaven but waxed off smooth, nothing to be seen on my cock or scrotum.

Total Darkness

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: In this sequel to Into Darkness, Tiffany finds herself in a slave training facility in the company of former friends and new enemies.

Chapter 1: A Shocking Confession

Tiffany grunted as the box she was crammed into fell hard to the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had been trapped within the cramped space, certainly half a day at least. The crushingly tight corset around her waist restricted her breathing. And the enormous dildo rammed in her pussy didn’t help either. Within the tiny box she could hardly move at all, which was unfortunate since a few hours earlier she found that she could no longer hold her bladder. She had been laying in a pool of piss ever since.

Training Triplets

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: Triplets expecting to be sex slaves find out what slavery really is.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was a mild Monday morning in November when Racheal and her slave/assistant Jasmine went to visit Mr. & Mrs. Schwartz at their hotel in downtown Miami to discuss the training of the triplets they had found to become proper slaves. Racheal was dressed in a white leather pants suit and 5’ heels, while Jasmine was in a light blue dress with matching heels and her slave collar locked securely around her neck as always. Her dress was low cut showing off her new 42DD breasts. As she sat down in the living room, with Jasmine on the floor beside her, Mrs. Schwartz said “I am Allyson and this is my husband David”. “Nice to meet you, Racheal responded and this is Jasmine my slave and assistant.” Allyson commented that jasmine was very lovely and well trained. They discussed the triplets, two sisters and a brother, that the Schwartz’s had found living in a trailer park alone in Alabama, that were interested in becoming slaves for money of course. She confirmed that they were over 21 and would supply proof and the three had signed personal service contracts for three years and would be compensated generously. She said the three were novices, but needed the money and were willing to become slaves. Racheal laughed at that statement, and responded, they have no clue do they? Not really, but they will be ready in four weeks once they recover from their breast augmentation surgery and pass a physical and the money is placed in escrow accounts. The male is very effeminate, except for his 11" penis, and is also having implants and will be trained as a she-male. I don’t expect any problems from him, but his sisters are head strong and only care about getting the money but will need serious training. The girls, Bonnie and Barbara will be serving me as my slaves while the male, Brandon will serve David. You have Carte Blanc to use what ever means to train them. All three will need to have hair removal and you will be given a list of what is to be pierced. Also a custom designed chastity belt will be supplied for Brandon. Racheal then suggested to Allyson that the girls be placed in control chastity belts that can be bought from her friend Shelia. “What is a control belt” she asked. Racheal told Jasmine to stand and lift her dress to show Allyson the belt.