Watersports

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. ...

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. ...

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… ...

“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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...

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. ...