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The Bondage Club 6: Din, din time

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Bondage Club 5: Bondage Sisters)

Part Six: Din, din time

Chapter 7

Mistress Amanda returned a couple hours later. Kendall’s arms and legs where sore from trying to hold her body upwards off of the table. Her nipples and clit where sore from the constant tugging. And her neck was sore from her sister Kim constant motion of riding the double dildo attached to her face.

Kim on the other hand was now working on her seventh orgasm. Amanda watched as Kim rode the massive dildo in her pussy up and down steadily at first and then she looked as though she was slamming herself on it. Each time she lowered herself she pulled up Kendall’s head forcing her face between Kim’s buttocks. Over and over again, faster and faster until she could not hold back and erupted once again in bliss. Her head thrown back as cries of passion where heard through her ring gag. Her body shook and she sank down, the dildo buried deep into her sex and Kendall’s nose was once more pressed against Kim’s wrinkled rose bud.

Jessica's Pony Ride

Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.

Heather's Dilemma

Fri, 29 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4" high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

The Oculus Mirror

Thu, 01 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Def: Oculus Mirror – a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection.

Prologue:

The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn’t stumble. Soon he came to a row of shops and entered the one with the sign ‘Antiques’ hanging above the door. Walking into the room he took a look around and noticed something amiss. The clerk came out of the back room and spied the old man and said, “Hello Herr Brunner, how was your lunch?”

Kitten

Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The high school teen paused with her hand on the door knob before entering the unique shop. She had been here a week before with several of her girl friends as they spent the day walking, talking and shopping. One of them spotted the shop tucked down the alley way and the gaggle of girls walked in. They didn’t spend more than five minutes in the shop after realizing what it sold and all had left giggling. But, the seventeen year old’s eyes had widen after a few minutes of looking around at the wares and decided that she would come back when she was alone. Turning the knob she opened the door and entered.

Jill's Shopping Adventure

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Jill had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of very unique items for about ten minutes when she was hailed by a woman standing about 25 feet away. “You there.”

Jill looked around and answered, “Me?” “Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.” Curious, Jill walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman looked to be in her mid-fourties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist was a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee high leather boots which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman look as if she towered over Jill. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, Jill wondered? “Yes.” Jill asked as she came to a stop in front of the woman. “I’ve come to pick up some items, for my friend. But, I am uncertain about the size and the fit. How tall are you?” “What?” “I asked how tall are you? I believe you’re about my friend’s size.” “I’m 5'8”." “Perfect! Now be a dear and open up.” “What?” “Open your mouth. I want to see if this fits.” The woman said and lifted up a black rubber ball gag towards Jill’s face. Shocked, Jill unbelieving what was happening, complied for some unknown reason and opened her mouth. The woman pressed the ball against her mouth. “Wider.” She commanded and placing her hands on either side of Jill’s face, used her thumbs to push the ball gag into her mouth. Once it popped in behind her teeth, the woman dropped her hands to Jill’s shoulders and told her to turn around. Jill complied and taking up the straps the woman pulled them around Jill’s head and buckled them tightly behind her head. The ball gag was a training gag which included a set of straps which rose up on each side of Jill’s face on each side of her nose only to join together on a ring at her forehead where yet another strap pulled over the top of her head to join the others in the back of her head. A third set of straps buckled under her chin forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball gag. When the woman finished adjusting all the straps, the woman had Jill turn to and fro looking at the gag in her mouth from different angles. “Hmm. Something is lacking. Here girl, follow me over here.” She said, turned and walked down one of the stores aisles. Jill watched her go and then for some unknown reason, followed her. The woman picked up something off of one of the shelves after searching for a minute and turned towards Jill. “Here, lift up your chin.” She said. “That’s it.” As she placed a 4" tall leather collar around her slender neck and buckled the three straps to hold it in place. Turning Jill to face her, she asked. “Is it tight?” Jill started to tell her yes but only mew sounds came from behind the ball gag. “Do you think I can understand what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth? Just nod or shake your head girl.” Jill nodded. “Can you still breath ok?” Jill hesitated a moment. She realized that it was a bit restrictive, but she could still breathe so she nodded her head again. “Good. Then follow me over here.” Jill did so and the woman picked up a pair of leather cuffs and placed them about Jill’s wrists. Then she picked up what looked to Jill as a leather bag. “Place your hands behind your back and let me hold this up against you.” Jill did as ordered and holding the bag up against Jill next to her arms the woman leaned back to take a look. “Hmm, something is not quite right.” Standing there thinking she exclaimed, “I know! Here girl, take off your blouse and then let me look.” Jill gave the woman a puzzling look. Did she really expect me to take off my blouse for her in the middle of this store? “Come on girl I haven’t got all day. And there us nothing to be ashamed for as there is only us and the sales girl here in the shop”. Jill thought a moment and began to comply with her demand. Besides the faster she allowed this woman to do what she wanted, the faster she would be able to get out of these, what ever they were called. Besides her jaw was beginning to ache. Taking a hold of her blouse she began to unbuttoning it from the bottom up. As she did so she saw the woman watching her almost hungerly and turned sideways to finish. Removing her blouse she folded it and placed it on a shelf in front of her. She then began to turn and face the woman when she said, “No, no. Turn and face your back to me. That’s it. Now place your hands behind your back.” Jill did do and in seconds she felt the woman lock the leather wrist cuffs together. “Very good. Now hold still while I pull this up.” Jill wasn’t sure what was going on but stood there while the woman pulled the leather bag up over her cuffed wrists and up along her arms. She pulled two straps under her arms, across the top of her breasts and over the opposite shoulders, buckling them to the bag. Next she began to lace the bag up starting down by her wrists and working her way upwards. Jill could feel the leather slowly tighten around her arms, drawing them together as the woman worked the laces. Finishing, she tied of the excess in a bow and the pulling a flap over the laces zipped it up. Three sets of straps were then buckled around her arms. One at her wrists and the other two above and below her elbows insuring that they stay pressed painfully against each other. Jill’s shoulders were starting to ache when the woman spun her around and began looking her over. “That’s better. You’re beginning to look like what it is I wanted. You should see how the armbinder has your young breasts standing forward.” Armbinder? Is that what that damn thing is called? More like an arm torturer. My shoulders are killing me, Jill thought to herself. And what did she say about my breasts? Damn she’s right. I’m strutting around with them standing out like I want someone to grab a hold of them. Thank god I still have my bra on covering them. Just then the store’s front door opened and in walked another woman. Not quite a striking as the one tying her up but striking none the less. Spying both Jill and the woman she came over. “My, my, what have we here?” The new woman said. “I’m just trying to pick up some things for my pet’s birthday. I gotten these few things so far but its just not the completed look I want yet.” “Well, would you mind if I make a few suggestions?” “By all means, I would be honored.” The new woman looked at Jill for a few seconds and turning to the store clerk said, “You there. Bring that black leather boned corset. And a pair of scissors. Hurry about it!” “Yes mistress.” The mousy clerk answered and quickly brought the items over to the women before disappearing back behind the counter just as quickly if not quicker. “Here help me with this.” she said “But first we’ll have to get rid of that bra.” “That’s ok. I’m sure she wont mind as long as we buy her a replacement.” The silver haired woman said as she used the scissors to snip each of her bra straps. “Would you deary?” And unhooked the main bra strap and pulled it away from Jill’s body and tossed it aside. These woman are crazy, Jill thought and began to back away only to back into the second woman who pulled the leather corset around Jill’s body. “Now hold still.” She commanded and reaching under the arm binder began the task of pulling the corset’s multiple straps and buckled each one tight. Finishing, she went back and pulled each strap another notch tighter. The corset squeezed Jill’s waist in almost 2" smaller then normal forcing her breathing to become even more labored over the leather collar. Jill’s naked breasts spilled over the top of the corset. “Wow, she must be really enjoying this. Look how her nipples are standing out.” The silver haired woman said as she reached up and playfully tugged at the pebble sized nibs. Jill was both shocked and awed at both the woman having the audacity to play with her nipples and how good it felt. She began to close her eyes when the second woman piped in. “Let me show you a special feature of the corset model.” And reaching for two small straps at the top of the corset wrapped each in turn around the base of Jill’s breasts and buckled them tightly down. Each of Jill’s breast expanded with the skin tightening while turning a light shade of purple, heightening their sensitivity. “Oh, very nice. I really like that. Tell me, what would you propose we do about the bottom half?” “I don’t know. But first let’s get her out if the skirt and those ugly low heeled Mary-janes that shes wearing.” And with that said the women pealed off her shoes, socks and skirt. Leaving her standing in her panties and bondage gear. Taking the shears in hand the second woman made quick snips and got rid of her panties too. Jill objected into the gag. Those panties were $20 a pair! “Don’t worry, I’ll replace them for you when we’re finished. That’s if you still want me too. You never know what you might find you would rather wear instead.” Both women looked at her neatly shaven bush. “That’s cute, but really you should shave it bare darling.” Said the second woman. “Yes, I quite agree. A Telly Savalas look is much more preferred.” “Bring her over to the counter while a grab a few things.” The second woman said. Jill was led over to the counter where the sales clerk waited. In a moment the second woman joined them and dropped several items on to the counter top. “You there.” Pointing to the clerk and handing her a cone shaped object. “Get this wet.” The scared clerk picked it up and looked at it. “Use your mouth. Get it wet with your mouth you stupid cow!” The woman yelled at her. “Yes mistress.” The girl said and pushed the point into her mouth. Moving it in and out deeper and deeper the girl made sure the rubber cone was slobbery wet. When she was finished she placed the cone down on the counter.

The Bondage Club

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

Part One

Chapter 1

Kendall hesitantly walked in through the front door to the club passing into a foyer. The walls on each side of the hallway were decorated with murals of nude woman bound in different positions with all types of materials. Some in leather, some in ropes, some in metal or wood with others bound in combinations of several different materials. All looked restrictive and some even painful.

The Bondage Club 2: Sister Slave

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

(story continues from The Bondage Club)

Part Two: Sister Slave

Chapter 3

Kendall’s sex was completely sore for sitting for several hours on the Sybian with no relief from the low vibrating machine. Worst, was the fact she was unable to have an orgasm though she desperately wanted to. The only semi-relief she had was when another mistress named Kathleen came over for a spell to talk to Amanda. She was beautiful to look at with a small rounded face. Ruby red lips and dark eyes. Her hair was parted on the side and cut into a bob the length of her chin. She had a slender body and wore a micro black leather miniskirt to which Kendall could see from her vantage point she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Her medium size breasts were also exposed as she wore the frame of a bra but without the cups. Black leather thigh high boots adorned her legs completing her outfit.

The Bondage Club 3: The Gamble

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

(story continues from The Bondage Club 2: Sister Slave)

Part Three: The Gamble

Chapter 4

Still in a blissful high from her recent orgasm, it took Kim a few moments to realize what Mistress Amanda said. “Yes it was wonder…. wait, what did you say?” Turning to face the girl strapped down on the bench, “Kendall?” A flash of recognition suddenly became apparent and she moved towards the bench. “Quick, help me get her up!” The words almost choking out of her.

The Bondage Club 4: Playtime

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

(story continues from The Bondage Club 3: The Gamble)

Part Four: Playtime

Chapter 5

“Amanda, please.” Kim begged as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Now listen cunt, because I’m only going to say this one time. It’s Mistress to you at all times! Do I make myself clear our do I need to whip it into you?”

“No Mistress, I mean yes Mistress I understand. Please, I beg you not to whip me Mistress.” Kim said as she began to sob.

The Bondage Club 5: Bondage Sisters

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

(story continues from The Bondage Club 4: Playtime)

Part Five: Bondage Sisters

Chapter 6

Amanda forced the girls to crawl on their knees back across the club leashed behind her all the way back to her private dungeon room. Once there, she forced Kendall to kneel on one side of the room against a pole where the back of her collar was locked to the pole keeping her in place. On the other side of the room she rebound Kim. First she removed her shoes and stockings and placed leather cuffs around her ankles and attached a hobble chain between them. Next she unbound her arms and forced them above her head where she attached leather cuffs around her wrists and reattached them to a cable above her head. This wasn’t too bad until her hobble chain was removed and a three foot spreader bar took its place which now forced her to balance up on top of the balls of her feet.