Sir Stephen

(Smallville Girl) (selfbondage fiction) What is a fetish? Whatever it is, I have one. The term comes, I think, from anthropology, and refers to an item used as the focus of a clan in a neolithic people. Bunch of big words, all right. What this means is that a group of people who are not allowed to marry each other – clans marry people from other clans – are organized around a concept which may be the name of an animal – say, Parrot Clan, or an element, like Fire Clan, or a part of the body, like Forehead Clan. One group is named Horn Clan…. ...

_ *JOEY POTTER by Sir Stephen_ Joey Potter was frustrated. Dawson had never gotten it on with her, despite over ten years of her best efforts. What Joey really wanted was for Dawson to tie her up and force her to suck his cock for hours and hours, but he never seemed to want to do anything but talk about how great Stephen Spielberg is or, even worse, his problems with other girls. Joey had spent endless hours sitting her pretty ass on Dawson’s bed listening to his sensitive drivel. She had even reclined next to him on his little twin bed, and all they had done was watch endless Hollywood movies! ...

* Part 2: Joey Potter Self Bondage: Whatever Jen Wants Jen had had no date this Friday night because she had worked at the restaurant until late. After closing, Jen had simply gone home, undressed (to a short white slip) and checked her email. She was astonished to find her inbox full - after all, it had been emptied this morning! Even more surprising were its contents. All the emails were from Joey Potter, someone she had never received email from before. And they all had attachments, some of which were huge! ...

_ Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part One by Sir Stephen ([email protected] – please comment)_ Hello. You probably all know who I am. I sleep standing up, like a horse. I also wear flexible transparent aluminum panties, so that my unusually prominent vulva does not look like a huge camel’s toe through my clothes. I don’t wash these panties, ever. My vaginal secretions are instead absorbed into the metal and do not become a hygiene problem. They do, however, accumulate perpetually in terms of aroma, a fact which may explain why some of the crew seem to become aroused when I enter a room. I often detect dilations of pupils and engorgements of erectile tissue upon entering the Bridge or the Mess Hall. ...

Seven of Nine Self-Bondage Part Two By Sir Stephen When Belanna demanded that I beg to lick her female genitalia, I said “That is an unlikely event, Lieutenant.” Immediately, Lieutenant Torrez slapped my face, hard, with a red-latex-gloved right hand, and said “You will beg, or wear a gag while I torture you. First, to apologize, you will drink my spittle.” She squeezed my face to open my mouth and let a long, slow drop of saliva drool towards my open mouth. I tried to turn my face away, but her grip on my head was firm. I found myself drinking a salty, long thread from Belanna’s salivary glands. ...

Seven of Nine - Part Three by Sir Stephen Lieutenant Torrez has a well-conditioned rear end. I was repeatedly amazed by the strength of her gluteus maximi. My firm, full lips formed a near-perfect vacuum lock around her anus and I probed her with the entire length of my unusually strong tongue. I could not resist, after all. I had to comply. Soon her cheeks were wet with my saliva. I was being cold-pressed in my own spittle, but it was hard to mind. The humiliation I was receiving was somehow exactly what my haughty persona deserved. I knew that the female crewmembers sometimes called me “37 of D,” and the male crewmembers referred to me as “the body.” I was aware of the jealousy I aroused in the former group, and the frustration in the latter. Indeed, some of the former group was frustrated too. Perhaps most of all, I believe Captain Janeway would like to have sex with me. What kind of sex, I could only speculate, but that was what occupied my mind as I cleaned out Lieutenant Torrez posterior with the only thing I could still move: my tongue. At any rate, I had been a source of sexual frustration to the crew and, moreover, I had eroded their self-esteem with my own pride. This was my comeuppance, and I relished its every taste and smell. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WENDY WORSHIPS A WICKED WOMAN Part Six in a series by Sir Stephen While Wendy was at home writing self-humiliating poetry at her Master’s orders, Eric worked on finding a lesbian to help him top her. Visiting several of Albuquerque’s hipper stores, Eric noticed a local magazine called Kink. Answering one of Kink’s personal ads, Eric found himself explaining his situation to a young, butch-but-beautiful lesbian named Kim. Part Asian, part European, part butch, and all woman, Kim was experienced as a top and interested in helping a bottom with her first lesbian experience – a bottom she knew at this point only as “Naughty Girl.” ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHATEVER WENDY WANTS Wendy Number Nine by Sir Stephen Wendy spent her week of slavery horny all day, every day at the library and begging for release each night. When she had to stand on a stool to reach a book on a high shelf, her customers were able to see and smell her juices flowing freely down her inner thighs. Those who took a peek up her short skirt were also able to see her bare assets. Wendy blushed as she fended off requests for increasingly sexual books and resources, and managed to get through each day without masturbating in the rest room only by drawing on her enormous willpower. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WILD WILD WENDY Part Four in a series by Sir Stephen After they made love, Eric untied Wendy once again to allow her to prepare for bed, as both of them were tired. He retied her for sleep, though, with her wrists crossed at her navel and attached to a rope belt, and with her ankles and knees secured as well. Two strands went between her legs and cheeks to attach to this belt snugly. Wendy would be comfortable, horny, and secure. “Now if you have to get up, go ahead and wake me, but expect a good spanking if you do!” said Eric. Then he placed his underwear over her head with its crotch over her nose and rolled over to drift off to sleep beside her. Naturally, it took Wendy longer to go to sleep, as her bondage and the smell of his shorts were keeping her aroused. Were we to inquire into their dreams, we would find Wendy in her dream serving not just Eric, but a group of men and one mysterious woman in black leather chaps, while in his dream, Eric saw himself with Wendy in an outdoor setting, where strangely enough Wendy was wearing a fancy pink prom dress! ...

* WENDY WHEN WET Part One in a series by Sir Stephen Wendy was sprawled on her own somewhat frilly bed with a new lover. She might have been perfectly happy but she found herself unable to come. First Eric had licked her pussy quite prettily for about fifteen minutes, bringing her close, but not quite to her goal. Then he had slipped on a condom and entered her, gently and missionary style, and had managed to maintain a fairly vigorous thrust for a half-hour before he could no longer contain his semen. Still, Wendy had not climaxed, although the sheets were drenched from her pussy-juice and her face was ruddy with excitement. For his part, as he got up to dispose of the condom, Eric felt satisfied but somewhat chagrined at the fact that Wendy was so frustrated. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wendy Forever Part Ten in a series by Sir Stephen. Eric had the rest of the week off from his job at the high school, so Wendy decided not to release him completely from bondage for the rest of the week. Eric slept that night with his ankles and knees tied together, with his wrists tied crossed in front near his navel and attached to a rope belt around his waist, and with a pair of Wendy’s smelliest, stickiest panties over his face. He was not allowed to cum. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * WHIPPING THE WAX OFF WENDY Part Three in a series by Sir Stephen It was so hard for Eric to tear his mouth off of Wendy’s that it seemed he was stuck to her. Her mouth seemed the center of his existence, and he probed it with his tongue as he had probed it with his penis just moments ago. Surely he had no business doing anything else… He paused only to breathe and attacked her pouty, wet lips again. Eric stuck to Wendy’s mouth the way two sheets of contact paper bond when their adhesive sides are brought together. Could he be bruising her pretty mouth, still ruddy both with the lipstick he had applied and with excitement? So be it, he thought, invading her mouth still deeper, opening her jaw with his right hand and placing his teeth between her bite, prying her apart and licking her tongue and palate. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * Wandering Wendy Part Eight in a series by Sir Stephen After Wendy’s long hard day at the library, she drove home to Eric. Her vibrator was nearly spent, and so was she. As she got in the car, she remembered to flip her skirt back so that her bare bottom touched the car seat. It was hard to concentrate on the road, but she made it home. Eric was waiting, having gotten off early from his work. Wendy came in the house flushed with desire, with the juice from her pussy still lining the insides of her thighs like the rain on the storm-side of an Aspen tree. ...

(story continues from Wendy) _ *WENDY IN THE WOODS_ Part five in a series by Sir Stephen After a long week of waiting to be together, Wendy and Eric met on Saturday morning at Wendy’s apartment to go on a hike. Eric had spent the week shopping, and had many surprises in his truck. It was a glorious day, and Wendy wore khaki shorts, a sport bra under a T-shirt, and no panties, while Eric showed up in jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. Wendy explained that during the week, she had purchased a black chain bracelet, which she would put on when she felt like “playing,” as a signal to Eric. For now she kept it in her fanny pack. ...

(story continues from Wendy) _ *WEAVING WENDY’S WEB_ Part Two in a series by Sir Stephen with a DO Try This At Home bonus Originally published in Kink Magazine issue #3. After Wendy climaxed in her bathtub, Eric hugged her for a while before freeing her bound wrists from the shower rod. “Are you nice and clean now, slavegirl?” he asked. “Yes, if it pleases you, Master, replied Wendy, still breathing irregularly and somewhat shaken from her first orgasm in – was it four months? “Good,” said Eric, “A clean slave is a happy slave.” Everything was a blur to Wendy as she was led back, toweled, clean and happy, to her bedroom where the bondage had begun. There she was ordered to lie face down on the bed while Eric prepared more sections of rope. Eric recalled a poster he had seen advertising a rave – it had featured a model tied in a leg web, and a caption to the effect of “Tarsis will be displeased if you do not attend!” Eric tried to recreate the webbing he had seen. ...

(story continues from Wendy) * ONE WILLING WENDY Part Seven in a series by Sir Stephen After their experience with double bondage with Kim, Wendy and Eric did indeed grow closer: they decided to move in with each other. As neither had a large enough apartment, they decided to rent a house together for the increased privacy and space. The details of subletting their own apartments, renting a new house, and then moving consumed their energies for a couple of weeks. Several of their friends helped them with the move. In fact, Wendy gave copies of the new housekey to three of her friends so that they could help while she was at work at the public library. ...