This story is a fantasy; it takes place in another place, and in another time. The future is not always the way we envision it, it may be better, it may be worse; it may be skewed into another reality all together. In this world, consensual torture for the sake of personal advancement is the reality…. NO fictional characters were seriously injured, maimed or forced to do housework this adventure! Or were they. . . ...
The ad seemed innocent enough. She had been reading the want ads for some time now, seeking something different to do. Years at the same job had taken it’s toll, boredom, and a feeling of dread that came with every new day. This ad was different though. It caught her eye, and after dismissing it as either nonsense, or a joke of some kind, she kept going back to the same paper and rereading the circled advertisement.” if you are a bright, thin, attractive, highly adventurous and daring girl who sees herself as a fire engine red Ferrari rather than a blue mini van, and craves excitement beyond the usual, contact us at….” ...
It was another perfect day for a ride. Ashley and I had gotten up extra early to clean and polish our new Harley. This was to be the first time out for the new bike, and we were meeting our best friends that we usually rode with. They were a great couple. Young, super friendly, and both had that sexy air about them. Ashley found Bill to be a smolderingly sexual man, tall, rock solid, tough, tight, and gruff looking, but with a heart of gold. His wife Roni was a beautiful girl in her own right, the type that didn’t need makeup to be fantastic, but when she did, she was unbelievable. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, thin, and curvy in all the right places with straight mid back length blonde hair with a bright red streak in it. Her smile lit up a room, and frankly, she drove me to distraction, and seemed to love doing it. Every time we saw each other the sexual tension could be cut with a spoon. More than once I wanted to jump on her, drag her off into a dark corner and not come out for about a week… ...
(story continues from What You See is Not Always What You Get Part 2) Part Three Our last date was certainly a major step forward in the realm of kink for us both. I had a hard time trying to think of how Dee was going to top that one, but somehow, I knew that eventually she would. The next Friday evening the phone rang. Dee called and asked me to come over tomorrow, and bring some carpentry tools as she had something that needed to be done with wood. Not a problem, I told her. I would be there at 10AM. ...
Several months ago, my wife DeeDee told me that she wanted a separation. Her “new” life goals didn’t include me. She was determined to find a “good gentleman” that shared her (new) values. Since we had been drifting apart for some time, this was no big shocker. It was one of those sultry Summer nights. The heat and humidity could be cut with a knife. I was at home, alone, with the TV on for company. DeeDee had dressed in her hottest Summer party clothes and was out on a date for the evening with one of her “new” boyfriends. She had looked so hot when she came down the stairs dressed in tiny stretch jeans micro shorts, a nearly transparent lace bikini top, bright red platform “fuck me” heels with a clear plastic platform and matching wrist bands. God, did she ever make me horny, parading around the house for some time before she left, but I guessed that was the idea… Especially when she gathered up some of our bondage gear to take with her, ropes, wrist and ankle straps, a posture collar and spanking belt along with her favorite dildo. ...
story also appears in Boundstories section Several months ago, my wife DeeDee told me that she wanted a separation. Her “new” life goals didn’t include me. She was determined to find a “good gentleman” that shared her (new) values. Since we had been drifting apart for some time, this was no big shocker. It was one of those sultry Summer nights. The heat and humidity could be cut with a knife. I was at home, alone, with the TV on for company. DeeDee had dressed in her hottest Summer party clothes and was out on a date for the evening with one of her “new” boyfriends. She had looked so hot when she came down the stairs dressed in tiny stretch jeans micro shorts, a nearly transparent lace bikini top, bright red platform “fuck me” heels with a clear plastic platform and matching wrist bands. God, did she ever make me horny, parading around the house for some time before she left, but I guessed that was the idea… Especially when she gathered up some of our bondage gear to take with her, ropes, wrist and ankle straps, a posture collar and spanking belt along with her favorite dildo. ...
Tina and I had been friends since college, more years than I cared to count. She had gone through marriage, two children, a burgeoning business, and finally divorce. Unfortunately, her Ex had run afoul of some guys that don’t play nice. One night they came to their door with baseball bats looking for her husband. That was enough for her. Since divorce she had a few relationships, but nothing worth remembering the week after. ...
My wife and I were avid Internet fans. Always looking something up, checking out new places, things, and activities. One day, while cruising the web I came across a Yahoo group called " Cuckoldry Couples". Interesting, I thought. Investigating further, I found out that this once shameful; humiliating practice had become the newest rage in couple’s sexual play. The object is for the wife to find and engage other men while she denies her husband sex, either permanently, or as part of an intricate dance of sexual power play. The husband willingly accepts, or even demands that his wife ‘rule" the bedroom. He often will willingly accept being held in a chastity device that eliminates all contact with his penis. Masturbation, intercourse, and fellatio are impossible. The wife will control when and if he receives satisfaction, all the while being free and able to find, and engage as many men as she sees fit. ...
(story continues from Good Fences Don’t always make Good Neighbors…) Good Fences, Part #2 Friday night came so slowly, it seemed like an eternity. I had planned what I was going to do, to wear, and how to treat the special occasion that was coming. It was only one day, 24 hours, but time seemed to crawl. Then, it was time!. DeeDee and I sat across from each other at the supper table. She had prepared my favorite meal, and had treated me like we were a newly dating couple all day, not like a couple that had separated, but were contentiously living under the same roof. “ Are you going to be OK with this, my having my new boyfriend here in our house, in our bed tonight?” she queried. ...
Saturday started as always, a regular day of house work and yard stuff, got the pool cover off and the pumps started for the season as well. Bobbi-jo was very helpful, and cooperative in the yard, as always. Both of us knowing about the ensuing night, we elected to break early to give her time to rest and get ready. About 4pm she took her shower, and then went out to get her nails done, and her hair trimmed. I never understood the statement that a girl was ‘just getting the ends cut’. I never knew anyone that got the middle cut, I thought you always cut the ends first. Oh Well. She made me a nice dinner of home fried chicken and noodles, my favorite! She sat down with me as I ate and we talked. She again asked if I was “OK With her going out tonight”. She said that she never wanted to hurt me, and that there was plenty of time for her to call and cancel if I was upset or anything. I smiled at her and said that I was fine with it, and that I felt that she should explore her newly found lust for what ever it brought her. ...
Several years ago, I was asked by a major latex designers to model for her latex wear catalog. I had done it before with my then girlfriend, Karen, This time, I also agreed to do it as it was so much fun wearing all those hot outfits, especially under the blazing studio lights. Teamed with me this time was Samantha, a very attractive girl of mixed parentage. Her Father is American, her Mother is Japanese. Samantha is a head computer programmer for a major NYC bank, and travels all over the world to attend to the software issues of the banking chain. She lives in Manhattan, and at the time was about 29 years old. ...
Lisa got up extra early, today was special, and she couldn’t sleep. Her life for the first 18 years had been fantastic. She was lucky to be born beautiful, thin, blonde, and sexy. She excelled in school, and had a myriad of friends, both male and female. Today you see, is her 19th Birthday. Coupled with the fact that today is New Year’s Day, 2525. Last night was so much fun, she partied the night away with her friends, got a bit tipsy, and made sure to explore her sexuality to it’s fullest. Walking to the bathroom, she glanced into her mirror and saw that her collar was not yet lit up. A good thing, she thought, maybe she had more time before she was called to serve. ...
Lynn had worked for the same company for nearly 7 years. Living is the Atlanta area, she was a beautiful Southern gal, her husband treasured her, and her co-workers were best friends as well. She was striking, nearly 6 feet tall, stick thin with beautiful breasts, shapely hips and a tiny waist to die for. Her smile lit the room up, and her long flowing blonde hair simply said” Southern Lass”. ...
Lynn had worked for the same company for nearly 7 years. Living is the Atlanta area, she was a beautiful Southern gal, her husband treasured her, and her co-workers were best friends as well. She was striking, nearly 6 feet tall, stick thin with beautiful breasts, shapely hips and a tiny waist to die for. Her smile lit the room up, and her long flowing blonde hair simply said” Southern Lass”. ...
Chapter 1 “What a beautiful evening to be out” she thought to herself as she cruised through the streets of NYC in her new red convertible. She had looked forward to seeing her old friend from school for quite a while, and now she was on her way. She had chosen her husband’s favorite latex pleated cheerleader’s skirt, a white satin tie top, and white knee boots to finish off the outfit. Very hot, indeed, she had thought while getting dressed. She was right. Looking down at herself while driving, she could see that she was completely exposed, as the skirt was so wonderfully short. Knowing that passing drivers could look down and see her turned her on to the point that she caught herself touching her crotch more than a few times as she drove. ...
Several months ago, my wife DeeDee told me that she wanted a separation. Her “new” life goals didn’t include me. She was determined to find a “good gentleman” that shared her (new) values. Since we had been drifting apart for some time, this was no big shocker. It was one of those sultry Summer nights. The heat and humidity could be cut with a knife. I was at home, alone, with the TV on for company. DeeDee had dressed in her hottest Summer party clothes and was out on a date for the evening with one of her “new” boyfriends. She had looked so hot when she came down the stairs dressed in tiny stretch jeans micro shorts, a nearly transparent lace bikini top, bright red platform “fuck me” heels with a clear plastic platform and matching wrist bands. God, did she ever make me horny, parading around the house for some time before she left, but I guessed that was the idea… Especially when she gathered up some of our bondage gear to take with her, ropes, wrist and ankle straps, a posture collar and spanking belt along with her favorite dildo. ...
(story continues from What You See is Not Always What You Get…) Part Two How slowly time advances when you are eagerly awaiting it. The few days from our last date to Wednesday seemed to go on forever. Tuesday evening I arrived home from work to find the message light blinking on my answering machine. I prayed that it was not someone trying to sell me a vacuum cleaner…. Eagerly, but with apprehension, I pushed the button to playback my message. It was DeeDee! Hooray, I thought to myself. ...
Part One I had dated Diane for about three months, all was well, and we had an exciting and intimate relationship, as any basically vanilla one would be. She was an educated, 42 year-old professional woman, 5'3" tall, 110 pounds, bright blue eyes, and long silky blonde hair, a rock hard stomach, and beautiful tight 34 “B” cup breasts of a teenager and a 22-inch waist. She dressed impeccably; but with a hint of edgy sensuality that was unmistakable. ...