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Lilly's Cure

Sat, 18 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Story inspired and posted by SuziC

“Hello, may I speak to Miss Neale please?” I asked. This was a new patient assigned to me at my clinic by the military. I worked as a psychologist in the city hospital for traumatised soldiers.

“Yes, speaking.” she replied.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Michael Vincent I see from your records you had served in Eastern Europe as a military interpreter, and you had a bad experience there and that is why I have contacted you on behalf of your C.O. I’ve looked at your case and would really like to help with your rehabilitation.” I explained as I looked over her files and a picture of her. She was quite attractive. She had chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

Ode to Lisa

Sat, 10 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Lisa smiled to herself, as she parked her Mini Cooper on the upper eastside of Manhattan. The decision to spend $200 for the last pair of shiny black vinyl boots at the Jersey Mall was atypical in style. Regardless of their provocative appearance, they were about to pay huge dividends in navigating the three inches of slush from the recent late March snow storm.

Opening the driver side door, she pivots her 5’9” frame, and authoritavely places her left three inch heel into the cold slippery slush. Out of nowhere, a man, with an unobstructed view of her shapely legs, offered his hand for assistance. Usually, quite independent, she grabs his hand and slides out of the car and steps onto the sidewalk.

Wii Fit

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

I have found nobody which shares my passion for self-bondage. Nobody. Maybe a few adventurous souls willing to try something new, but that is to be expected. And I’m kinky too or - as you are probably thinking right now - hard to please. There is just something about the feeling of complete submission which cannot be described, or as it turns out, easily replicated.

However, I am a programmer and problem solver at heart. And so, I set my mind to living out my fantasies. But what exactly do I like? Pain, and lots of it applied to the genetically areas, long-term edging/teasing, and choice.

My True Selfbondage Experience

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

This is a scenario I came up with and performed.

So my relatives were out of the state for at least five days which means I had a chance to do some self bondage at their place. First I planned on locking all doors to the house, locking myself out nude. The key to the house was in a thicker ice block in the mail box out front where everyone can see me. So if I got there too quickly then I would have to wait increasing the chance for me to get caught.

Return Engagement

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 00:00:00 +0000

They did delivery on the promised orgasm. The fact that it was much later than agreed on was my big complaint. My parting words had been, “I will never come back to this place, never!” An initial 8 hours session had been gradually extended through chicanery to 24 hours. I was mad, sore and had spent quite a bit more money than expected. Drained, I headed home.

That was three months ago. As scary as the idea is, I am actually thinking about a return engagement. Only this time, I will be adamant about keeping the session to only eight hours and not a second longer.

Jennifer & Susan

Sun, 02 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

also by this author “Anne takes Charge”

Part I

Last week over lunch, I remarked to Jennifer, “So you want to punish and humiliate your husband and he has no such inclinations. Aren’t you the lucky one. Mine wants to wear plastic baby pants and have his bottom smacked. Maybe I should lend him to you.”

I was only slightly surprised when Jennifer responded, “When can I borrow him?”

I was more startled by my reply. “Yesterday!”

Anne Takes Charge

Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story would not have been possible without the inspiration I received after reading “An Unexpected Discovery” Submitted by: Anne. 03/28/10 on the Altairboy webside. It would be helpful if you read that part first. Finally, I would like to thank that author for a truly creative story line.

Natasha drove us to my third floor walk-up apartment where I picked up enough things for two or three days. Told the landlord that I would be leaving at the end of the month.

Enigma

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

When I got back to the van, the Enigma was busy; there were a pair of legs, from about the knees down, hanging out of his mouth. I stopped to watch for a minute. Nice legs, too; in good shape, tan, covered with dark hair. I look around for some clues, and find a t-shirt, some sandals, and a pair of shorts that don’t belong to either of us. Dig out and open the wallet. John Marcinkus; nope, no one I know. Not bad looking, if you can trust a driver’s license photo, kind of swarthy and Italian looking.

Endless Spiral

Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Jerry drew in a breath and stepped through the hole in the air that the strange god had divined for him. Beyond was the fate the strange god promised him, the endless spiral down into his world beyond. His clothing burned on the strange god’s fire, his few other possessions already sacrificed for passage.

Beyond the hole in the air was darkness. The floor felt like smooth glass to his feet, and he could see no walls or ceiling. Only endless ebony and his own body, illuminated by soft light with no source. Behind him, the passage to the world vanished, leaving him alone… almost.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 4

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll 3)

Part 4

Two o’clock and the black vehicle arrived. I hopped in and we travelled to the house. There I was given the passcode to the house alarms by the friendly elderly chauffeur and told that more instructions would be inside. I thanked him deeply and wondered if having sex with me would kill him – talk about dying happy! Ken was right, I realized, as I stood in the front yard, this big old house was ‘made’ for me somehow. It was an ornate five bedroom affair with three levels, I recalled, designed originally for a family in mind with a fenced backyard. It had been very well looked after outside and I suspected the inside had been cleaned up in the morning. Not wanting to stare, I opened the front door with the key and went inside.

Mama's Little Sucker

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:00:00 +0000

also appears devouredstories

For as long as mankind can remember, eating has evolved from a simple means of survival to an art-form. But evolution has a funny way of changing it’s course. For there is coming a time when eating will be more than a Platable pleasure, but a pleasureable punishment. Huh—? you say…

Well allow me to explain,

A few years back there was a family… the Carters. They were no different than any other family of the 90’s. There was Betty Carter (48), a single working mom of two children, Jimmy (16) and Sarah (20). Ms. Carter was a spritefull woman for her age and fairly attractive. She had shoulder-length dusty-blonde hair, was slim and fit, with a sharp mousy nose. She was a hard-worker and would often times come home 3-4 hours late.

Sleep Tight

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The time had come. Will grinned at the pieces of his homemade harness strewn on the bed, and at the spandex clothing that would soon hold him captive. He was really going to do it: tie himself up all night in his spandex, with no way to escape until daylight. All week he had teased himself, trying to make himself so horny that he would actually go through with it. Every night he had wriggled into a different piece of lycra and rubbed his cock around inside it, over and over stopping just at the brink of ejaculation. Will had counted down his remaining time as a free man. “Enjoy your freedom!”, he thought. “Tonight you could peel off the leotard and throw it on the floor, or get up and walk to the kitchen like anyone else. But in four days you’ll be tied up helpless in your skintight costume!” Three days left. Two days left. Thirty-five minutes more to be free.

Pamela and the Alien

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Pamela was moving through the disabled Mauerelli ship. It was a small freighter with a crew of about 20. The Mauerelli are a tall thin wiry race whose similar anatomy to humans made it easy for Pam to get through the passages to conduct salvage operations.

The lights were dim as expected after an energy core shut down. With the engines off line there was barely enough power to keep life support operational. There was still no sign of the crew. While that bothered Pam she realized that it wasn’t uncommon for the Mauerelli to abandon a ship at the slightest hint of damage. She used her flashlight to navigate through the narrow passageways.

SB Club

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

BZZZZZZZZ! The alarm went off at 8:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Normally I like to sleep in on the weeksends, but today was a special Saturday. I was going to be judging a contest among my four friends that started at 10:00, and I wanted time to relax and enjoy my morning. They would all be calling shortly before 10:00, and we would begin. I put on a pot of coffee and got the paper in, and settled in to wait for their calls and take in the lovely morning.

Cold Storage Facility

Fri, 18 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The black limousine came to a halt by the security gatehouse. The tinted glass of the driver’s window slid smoothly downwards, From the gatehouse an uniformed guard emerged and approached the driver. After a brief exchange of words he nodded to a colleague still in the gatehouse and the high black metal gates began to part.

The vehicle had two occupants in addition to the driver – a hulking figure whose grey suit did nothing to hide his powerful muscular frame. Seated in the rear was an older man whose elegant and immaculate dress spoke of discrete wealth. Next to him was a young woman, perhaps in her late twenties. The woman was exceptionally beautiful; her short cropped blonde hair framing a face of pert prettiness. A well-cut blue business suit complemented her slim body. She looked uncomfortable however, her shapely legs crossed away from her male companion and her hands frequently smoothing her short skirt down over her thighs as if willing the garment to be a little less revealing. The reason for the woman’s discomfort was an all too common one. For much of the past year Miss Melanie Jones had been conducting a passionate affair with her employer.

First Time

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

My first time, truth or fiction??? I had been living with my boyfriend for about 6 months and we were now very comfortable with each other. We are both into the bsdm lifestyle so it was not uncommon for us to tie each other up. One night, Mike came up to me and asked if he could be tied up and then hidden someplace where there was a risk that he might be discovered. He said, “It would be a rush to be hidden without people knowing that I was there, yet still have the risk of being caught.” I thought about it for a second and then said, “OK, what do you have in mind?” Besides, this has the potential to be a real fun time for both of us. Mike said, “You know that it is girls night out tomorrow?” I said, “Yesssss and?” “Welllll, what do you think would happen if one of them accidentally found me?” he asked all shy like. “I think that they would turn red at first and then laugh their asses off once they got over the initial shock. Most of my friends enjoy the bondage thing, so I would consider them more enlightened than some other people might.” I replied. Besides I thought, depending on how he wants to get tied up, and it was usually naked, this could turn out to be a lot of fun for all of us. “Ok” he said, “I think that I can handle if some of your friends think that I am a little weird.” “They already know that!” I laughed. “So where do you want to hide in this spacious condo?” I asked. “Well I thought that I might hide in the garbage since we don’t have any other suitably large enough hiding spots.” I laughed as I looked over at the small white kitchen garbage can we had and said, “Sorry honey, but I don’t think that your going to fit in there” “Actually, I have thought about that.” he said as he walked over to the kitchen sink. He bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box of garbage bags. I laughed, “You’ve been thinking about this for awhile haven’t you?” I quipped. “Uh-huh” he said with that smile he has. “Ok, have you thought about the fact that people suffocate in plastic bags?” I asked with some concern in my voice. He replied, “I have thought about that, so you might have your work cut out for you, but I don’t think so. If for some reason you have to tie the garbage bag closed, take both ends of the garbage bag and tie them in a granny knot. Just leave a hole in the middle like this.” he demonstrated. “I will be able to get enough air through that hole.” “How do you know?” I asked with a smile on my face. “I tried it out to make sure that it would be safe for me before I asked you.” he replied. “What if they throw dirty, stinky garbage on you?” I ask. “Part of the price to pay for the thrill of hiding.” he said. I reached over and grabbed his crouch. “And so what part of this idea got you all excited? The garbage being dumped on you or the hiding?” I asked. “A bit of both.” he replied, “Cause if they are throwing garbage on me, then that means that I am successfully hiding and they don’t even know it.” “Sex?” I asked thinking that since he has such a nice hard-on and he wants something from me, so I get to have whatever kind of sex I want tonight. The next morning he woke me up with a smile on his face and said, “Remember, I get to hide tonight!” with excitement in his face and voice. “Yea, yea” I replied still trying to wake up after a good nights sleep. “Just make sure your home before I start cooking supper, cause once I have started getting supper and the condo ready for the girls I don’t want to stop and hide you.” I stated with a stern voice. “No problem, I’ll be there with bells on,” he cheerfully replied. “No bells, they make too much noise.” I said as I laughed. I had just gotten home from work and walked into the condo to see Mike sitting there on the couch with a smile on his face. He quipped, “Look no bells on!” “Oh yea, I had forgotten about that part.” I said, “You get ready and get your stuff while I go get out of my work clothes.” He quickly walked over to all the windows and closed the drapes on all of them. Next he ran into the bedroom with me, stripped down naked almost as fast as he does when I offer sex. Then he ran out into the kitchen and opened the box of garbage bags and took one out. Next I heard the closet door open and the sound of another bag hitting the floor. I came out of the bedroom to see Mike standing there, buck naked, with a huge smile on his face next to a garbage bag full of something and holding a new garbage bag in his hand. Next he began to unfold the garbage bag, which took a lot longer than I thought because this garbage bag was huge. He saw the surprise in my face at the size of the garbage bag and stated, “These are the garbage bags they use for construction. They are thick and big to hold lots of heavy garbage.” “I don’t doubt that.” I replied, “So how do you want to do this?” I asked. He got down on the floor sitting with his knees held tight against his chest. “First, wrap me up with a layer of saran wrap,” he stated, “Then take the duct tape and wrap it around me to hold me in this fetal position.” he said. After I had done that he rolled onto his back and said, “Now take the garbage bag and slide it underneath me and then lift it up so that I am lying on the bottom of the bag with my back on the floor.” Again with some difficulty I performed the task he asked of me. “Now what?” I asked. “Well you can open that other bag of garbage and dump in on me so that if your friends look in the garbage bag all they see is garbage and not me.” he said. “Do you know that you are going to be in there a long, long time? Cause us girls have a supper and a chick flick and then whatever else comes up, going on tonight. You might be in there till tomorrow.” I stated. “What if there is so much garbage that I need to start another bag? Don’t you think that they might get suspicious if I don’t throw out the full bag?” I asked. “Well, I knew that I was going to be in here for a long time which is why I wanted to lay on my back. I have already gone to the bathroom so I can make it till tomorrow morning. And if you have to throw me out in the garbage dumpster, the garbage truck does not come till Wed. so you can come let me out tomorrow morning.” he replied. “Just remember to leave that hole so I can breath.” “Anything else?” I asked. “Nope, I think that I’m good to go.” he stated. “Ok, but first I have one more thing to add.” I said. I walked away to the bedroom leaving him there in the garbage bag all tied up. I came back with a ball gag and smiled at him down at the bottom of the garbage bag. He was a little crunched up with his head on his chest but surprisingly he actually fit in this huge bag. I rustled the bag down past his head and said, “Open wide! I don’t want any unnecessary noise coming from the garbage tonight.”

Octopus

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Dave took a step back, and watched Maggie unbutton her blouse. He could see she was breathing heavily. Was it from fear or excitement, he wondered. She dropped the blouse to the wet beach and quickly unsnapped her bra. It fell atop the shirt. Dave knew then, seeing her erect nipples and goose-pimple flesh that her arousal was intense. Five paces before her, the creature coiled its glistening tentacles. It waited patiently, as if knowing the prey would come to it. Maggie slowly unzipped her jeans. She slid them down her legs, then sat in a shallow puddle to get them past her feet. She sat in the soft wet sand, naked but for the panties. She pulled this last item down her thighs. Dave felt an erection building in his loose shorts. He could sense his woman was nearing orgasm before even making contact with the beast. She lay back, nude on the beach. Her eyes closed. Unconsciously her right leg extended, leaving a shallow trench in the sand.

The Interview

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Elaine Sostak had arrived just before lunch for the interview. This was to be her first job. Getting the job did not concern her, her hunger did. She had years of training in French and the school needed a French teacher. She had black hair cut just above the shoulders, deep brown eyes, cute slightly upturned nose and full lips. For the interview she had chosen a knit sweater pulled tightly over her ample breasts, and a short plaid skirt revealing soft, smooth legs. She was directed to the principal’s conference room and entered confidently.

Babysitting

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

They seemed like the average middle aged couple. Amy had run into them, literally, while out for a jog. A 5’ 9" 120 pound blue-eyed brunette, she had an well toned athletic body, an attractive face and slightly larger breasts than she would have liked. A conversation with an offer had resulted: Did she think she would like a position helping take care of their daughter? Amy had the impression that the girl was an infant, meaning a lot of work. She had meant to ask the age and to get more specific about duties and pay, but being an aspiring, temporarily out of work, actress she had agreed.

Belinda

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I love lingerie, Belinda thought as she stood there caressing the silky fabric over her soft skin. It makes me feel so sexy! Belinda was wearing a very silky black gown that hugged her every curve with a slit that showed her shapely thighs. Underneath Belinda was wearing matching black panties and garter belt with nylons and heels. Her face was made up to perfection with wicked red lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara. Belinda was feeling very horny, hungry for a man as she stood admiring her gorgeous female body in the full length mirror.

Danielle

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement. This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my History class.

Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three. Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute.

Danielle

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement. This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my History class.

Doctor Forever

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Conversation died down as Dr Rialdi began his speech. He slid out the folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and placed it on the podium. He rested his reading glasses on his nose and unfolded the piece of paper which he had written his speech on.

“Ladies and gentleman you are here today to witness the greatest invention of our century. It will revolutionise our lives as Automobiles and Televisions have in the past.”

Doctor Forever

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentleman you are here today to witness the greatest invention of our century. It will revolutionise our lives as Automobiles and Televisions have in the past.”

Erica

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Jerry shoved the books in his locker. He was exhausted by his school work, so he talked to his friend,Sam, over at Jerry’s house.

“I get a boner when I look at her….”

“Who?” Sam said as he looked at Jerry.

“Erica.”

“Oh yeah,” Sam said. “I’d bet you’d love to get her up the ass.”

“Yeah,” said Jerry. " In fact, since I’m going to be 23 in tomorrow, she invited me over for dinner tomorrow night."

Janet and the Snake

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Note from the author: I hereby place this work of fiction into the public domain

Janet broke into the clearing in the remote woods. She was a striking young woman with long blonde hair. She had been hiking all day and was tired, so she decided to rest in this idyllic spot. She took out a towel from her back-pack and threw it on to the ground. Being an avid nature lover, she had always been proud of her all-over tan. Quickly she removed her T-shirt revealing small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her shorts and panties followed quickly revealing a wonderfully hard and rounded bottom. Kicking off her hiking boots and socks, she stretched sensuously a few times and lay down on her back to soak up the late afternoon sun.

Lori

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Note from the author: Introduction: This story is not a work of fiction. It is a recollection of an actual story told to me by a girlfriend many years ago.

Lori lounged atop her king-sized bed, stretching luxuriously after our lovemaking. She was in an odd mood. A scary kind of mood. By that I mean to say that she was very turned on my fear and the loss of control. We role-played quite a bit in those days and had just wrapped up a “rape-fantasy” she had been interested in trying. I had just untied her wrists and she had rolled over for a cigarrette. As she drew on the Benson & Hedges (making a big show out of smoking afer sex. Lori was nothing if not dramatic) she began to talk to me about fear and excitement. About a correlation between terror and arousal.

Mama's Little Sucker (The happy version)

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Well allow me to explain,

Hello Big Boy

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

2004 Story Contest Entrant

The box arrived as I had ordered, albeit a touch early. It was a surprisingly stout wood box with a hinged door held shut with a combination lock. I had half expected a corrugated cardboard box held together with duct tape. This operation was a real class act. The delivery men had smiles on their faces as I signed for it and they wheeled it into my living room. They knew what I was receiving and my eagerness to sign the bill of lading and get them on their way amused them. They reminded me they would return the next morning and left, smiles and all, as I pondered the crate in front of me.

Adventures of a Sex Doll

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

Part 1

Edgar Underwood, that’s me, just wandered into the brighly lit store without much conscious thought about the matter. I had just broken up with my latest girlfriend because of a suggestion I’d made last night. Next time I make sure, I thought angrily while my libido guided my steps.

“Can I help you?”

I jumped at the interruption and looked up at the handsome woman with silver-streaked black hair and intense grey eyes that had asked me the question. “Um… sorry?” As you can tell, this was not my most brilliant conversation.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 2

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

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll)_

Part 2

Later, I pulled the car up into the long driveway. Ms. Winna lived practically in the woods, a good place for her group, I supposed. There were several cars already here so I guessed they were all present. I turned off the car and we all exited the car. Two Roxys followed me to the medium-sized house’s entrance, Desire in my girlfriend’s clothes. You couldn’t tell them apart physically; they really looked like twins. Unless you lifted them up.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 3

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

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll 2)_

Part 3

Roxy phoned the next day, much to my pleasure and relief. Everything had gone well, I had even saw my ‘death’ in the papers. When I told her my job offer from last night she was floored. “Three million dollars???” she gasped. “WHAT are you going to do?”

“Fulfil a fantasy of his and test some of my abilities at the same time,” I hedged.

Alone

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

Alone by Anonymous Nights like these were the hardest, when I had to do everything myself. Somehow, when she was here, even if she only watched, it made it sexier and less humiliating. Alone, following her written commands, there was nothing to distract me from the bizarre course my life had taken. Nothing to keep my mind off what I had become. But I had spent too long mulling over my situation. She would be home soon. I might not be sure I liked my current life, but I would like it a lot less if she got home and I hadn’t followed instructions.

Cheryl

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

September 24, 1988 Something happened to me this evening that is so mind- blowing that I have to tell someone. For reasons that will be obvious, I can’t do that, so I’m writing it down instead. It started with a phone call this morning from Cheryl, a girl in the payroll department at the construction company where I’m an estimator. I knew her by sight, but that’s all, so I was a little surprised when she said she had something personal to discuss with me. She suggested that we have lunch away from the office, so we could talk in private, and I agreed to meet her at a little burger joint a couple of miles from where we work.

Moni’s Challenge

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

I have been enjoying bondage since I was twenty, and have been experimenting with self-bondage off and on for the past eight years. Since first getting on the internet almost four years ago, I have discovered several sources and discussion areas related to bondage and have made several friends, a couple of which will periodically give me some ‘challenges’ to try if I so desire. This story is about an experience I had in late November of 2000 doing one of those challenges.