Julise

(story continues from Writing My Future 4) Writing my Future- Part 5 by julise Writing my Future - Part 3 by julise Lisa stopped in what seemed like a dining room. As I could only look down, I only saw legs of a table and chairs but it was definitely some sort of very formal dining area. We stopped for a minute, I guess so that Lisa could surmise where to put me, and then I felt her tug on my collar again. She stopped me before a chair at the head of the table and pushed on my shoulders sending me into a kneeling position. When my knees reached the hard floor, Lisa wrapped my chain leash around the heavy table leg and then locked it there with a sturdy padlock. The click of the padlock seemed to echo in my ears and taunt me with the permanence of my situation. I fought back what seemed like an endless supply of tears. I had cried more in the last day and a half then I had ever cried before. It just wasn’t fair. Sometimes that was the only thought that went through my mind over and over again. It just wasn’t fair. I felt Lisa lean down and her breath was on my neck again. ...

Writing my Future by julise Writing my Future by julise I am an attractive single woman in my mid twenties. I keep a very busy lifestyle and I do not have much time for dating. I finally resolved to just coming home to my vibrator and sex sites every night. This was fine with me. I began to get interested in the bdsm sites after a while. I could drive myself crazy with intense orgasms off of the many stories that I read. Personally, I would not like to actually be in any of these situations, but it was nice to fantasize about being tied up and used as a mere fucktoy. However, I would cringe at the thought of actually experiencing these things. ...

(story continues from Writing my Future) Writing my Future- Part 2 by julise Writing my Future 2 by julise I was lying in my cage when Lisa entered my room and turned the light on. The sudden light hurt my eyes and I had to blink rapidly to get used to it. I had been kidnapped by Lisa and her husband, Tom, the day before, and it now seemed that I had nothing more to look forward to in my life except pain, humiliation, and servitude. My jaw was sore from the very thick dildo gag in my mouth, my shoulders ached from having my wrists cuffed behind my back all night with leather cuffs, and my back ached because I had to scrunch my body up to lay down in my cage, my new home. Every time this thought occurred to me, I had to fight the tears back. I had hardly slept all night because of the discomfort from the huge butt plug up my ass. It didn’t help that I kept squeezing it trying to dispel it out of my ass. And then there were those fucking nipple clamps. They were tightly clamped to my nipples and attached with a very short chain. If I stayed very still I could enjoy the numbness that encompassed my nipples from the clamps, but every little movement was a painful reminder. I won’t even go into my humiliation of wetting myself after holding my pee in for many hours. Of course, the fact that I had no choice in any of this didn’t make things easier. ...

(story continues from Writing my Future 2) Writing my Future- Part 3 by julise Writing my Future - Part 3 by julise I was sitting in my chair at my office at home looking at a bondage site. I was looking at pictures of a naked woman with a very nice body who was hogtied with rope practically covering her legs and arms and she had a leather hood on. She had beautiful long brown wavy hair that came out through an opening at the top of her hood and her body was very lean and muscular. I humbly think that my body is in the same condition. Not just in my opinion, but others have confirmed this. I had started to masturbate looking at this trussed up woman while visions of my next story played out in my head. The index finger of my right hand rubbed over my clit hard and then harder. My left hand rubbed over my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I was almost to the point of orgasm when I spotted the tattoo on the woman’s ass. It was very small, which is why I didn’t see it at first, but when I saw the tattoo fearful recognition engulfed me. It was the name of my high school boyfriend written in Japanese. It was the very tattoo that I had removed three years earlier when I was 23! The woman in the picture was me! I screamed and all of a sudden I was collared, on the floor on all fours with Lisa holding my leash and petting my baldhead while Tom walked through the door. ...

(story continues from Writing My Future 3) Writing my Future- Part 4 by julise Writing my Future - Part 4 by julise As I sat next to Lisa, my mistress (or psycho bitch), having one forced orgasm after another I heard footsteps come into the room. I was still thrashing about with wave after wave of orgasms. “My, my, the slave looks wonderful trussed up like that. Does it have both a plug and a dildo in?” Tom’s voice did not seem to sound as deep as it had the night before. At that moment I realized that it had only been about 24 hours since I had been abducted. It seemed like a lifetime passed before that moment. And now here I was condemned to a life of sexual slavery for…what?…forever? Not if I could help it. ...