Gravip14

The usual disclaimer which everyone reads: This story is purely fictional. It is for adults interested in tales on bondage and sexual themes. No profit has been made from this. Part I: The first time. As he settled himself into onto the sofa she couldn’t help but be amazed that such an attractive specimen could hold such a pathetic mind. Mr. James Norton’s neurotic nature required him to believe that he needed therapy. But other than that there was nothing wrong with him. Dozens of psychiatrists had come to the same conclusion only for him to leave them seek another. It was like a fix to him, he needed it and trying to tell him he was fine was just not what he wanted. I suppose it was unfashionable in his mind. Your “shrink” was just another accessory to such people and the last thing you wanted to hear was that you didn’t need to see one. ...

(This story is purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage or sexually explicit material please do NOT read on.) Jenifer had been into bondage since her early teens. In her childhood the damsel in distress scenes always caught her interest. Only later did she begin to understand why. At 20 she had never had the courage to trust anyone with her secret, but maturing in the late ’90s had the advantage of learning from another source. The internet. She learned about the world of self bondage and techniques to restrain herself. Starting off simple with scarves and a pair handcuffs she purchased at a joke shop, then when she went to college she was able to expand her collection to include gags, vibrators and more restraints. A small collection, but she was a student with a small budget. ...

8 8 First Days Work at the Sex Shop by Gravip14 This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on. Laura strode into her new place of work. A four-storey sex store, which claimed to supply all interests. She wore a tight, sleeveless, white top. Her nipples mounted on large breasts evidence that she wore no bra. Her black, leather skirt covering the top half of her thigh. Silver 5" heeled knee-high boots adding to her 5’ 7" slim figure. Blond hair hanging between her shoulder blades, bound in a pony-tale. Large blue eyes and full lips crowning her appearance. She moved with a confidence, which came from knowing every man here wanted her. ...

This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on. Part I The rapid clicking of 5" heeled black pumps on tile announced Donna’s arrival. The clock on the wall reading 9:20 betrayed the reason for her undignified rush. Yet again she was late. Hurriedly she dumped her black leather handbag and sat at her desk. Pausing only to swipe a stray lock of jet-black hair from her face she set about organizing the papers in front of her. As she looked at her computer, a penned note caught her eye. ‘Please be so kind as to join me in my office, if and when you deign to join us today.’ ...

This story in purely fictional. No character in it relates to any real person. If you are disturbed by bondage please do not read on. I did not profit from this story neither should you. It is merely for the pleasure of those who share my bondage fetish. Thank you. Part I Sarah and Lisa had been friends for life. Growing up together on the same street, they were as close as friends could get. That is until they moved in together. Now at 18 and 19 respectively, they both started university at the same time and since this meant that they both needed to rent an apartment, it seemed a great idea to move in together. For the first month they were so excited over leaving home for the first time and starting university that living together was fine. As the initial excitement wore away and college became a routine, problems set in. For the first time in their lives there was no `Mom’ to do all their washing and pretty soon the apartment was becoming a mess. The girls were lazy, but neither could stand to live in a pigsty. They agreed on who’d do which chores and arranged to take turns. ...