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Masked

Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Brandy was trying to relax on the old porch swing, gently swaying back and forth and daydreaming a bit. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning and the lawn sprinklers were creating little rainbows in the sunlight. It was her day off from the branch bank where she worked. The bank had cut hours for everyone due to the whole social distancing thing so only half of the teller stations could be open. Brandy now worked only four days a week. Thank God she was at least working.

Double or Nothing

Tue, 29 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part fifteen

Chapter 16

“It seems like your boy has got himself a pretty little China doll girlfriend, a Michelle Chen,” Mr. Rose said into his disposable cell phone.

Janice raised an eyebrow. This was something new and a little unexpected. Her stepson Jeffery never mentioned that he was dating, even when she prodded him on their morning jogs.

“Nice girl, too, it seems,” Mr. Rose continued, “She’s an accounting major at the nearby community college. Helps out at her uncle’s restaurant and helps with his books. Clean driving record. Good health. Pretty much a good catch for your boy, I would say.”

A Fantasy of Hers

Sat, 26 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

It had always been a fantasy of hers to be tied up and used by a stranger and now Irene was going to live that fantasy, at least, for the most part. She always dated boys that her mother and father would approve of; the ones that were “safe”. That was true even after her parents had passed away. It was ingrained in her very being. But her BFF Ginger had convinced Irene that it was time to live a fantasy or two and this was one that she had harbored inside of her for a very long time.

Summer Training

Wed, 23 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 15

Jeffery found Michelle standing and bent over, presenting her derriere to a helpless Kim. Kim had a black penis-shaped dildo sticking out of her gagged lips and was thrusting it into the oriental girl. Michelle moaned as she kept her eyes closed, relishing every stroke. Both women were oblivious to Jeffery’s presence.

“Faster!” Michelle barked and Kim struggled to comply. It was obvious the Hispanic girl was exhausted from her efforts but the fear of more punishments forced her to endure the grueling tasks Michelle ordered her to do.

Death of a Blanket Hog

Sat, 01 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Samantha was a blanket hog. It was as simple as that.

Brendan had moved in with Samantha a little over three months ago and there had yet to be a night that he would have his half of the blanket for a full night. He had always slept in just his boxers, but now he contemplated buying several pairs of flannel pajamas. She would even pull the electric blanket from over him and curl it around herself like a warm cocoon.

Double or Nothing

Sat, 18 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part fourteen

Chapter 15

“Finally,” Janice whispered under her breath as she watched her neighbor, Ms. Shickley, walking briskly back across the street to her house.

God, that woman could talk. However, Janice gave her all the attention a drunk and out-of-it woman would give an intrusive neighbor and soon Loren Shickley, sensing indifference, humphed and went on her way.

Janice knew next time she might not be so lucky.

Summer Training

Tue, 14 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter thirteen_

### Chapter 14

“Time to wake, slave,” Jeffery said as he gave Stephanie a light kiss on her cheek, “Time to please your Master.”

Stephanie feigned waking since she had never really gone to sleep. She rolled over to see her stepbrother leaning over her. A huge smile spread over her face.

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Stephanie was still nude with a thin black collar encircling her throat. A long leash that was fastened to the wrought iron headboard kept the blonde from straying too far from her parents’ bed. Her ankles were ensnared by a pair of leather ankle cuffs and her hands were locked before her in similar restraints as well. Jeffery gave her a slight tug on her leash as he unfastened it.

Bridled

Sun, 12 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The New Year’s party was winding down and Celia knew she was in no shape to drive. Her friends she was partying with had gone the way of the four winds, leaving her alone in a sequined blue mini-dress and with plenty of drunken men, and a couple of women, that wanted to see that dress balled up beside their bed. She took a deep breath to take away the fuzziness in her head and dug out her cell to page an Uber. She would come back tomorrow to pick up her little Hyundai at the parking garage. Right now she just wanted to be out of there.

Just the Right Spot 2

Sat, 13 Jan 2018 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Just the Right Spot)

Chapter 2

The cool night air rushed into their tent as Tracy pushed aside the flaps. She had retied her cousin, now sitting behind her with rope around her ankles and knees as well as binding her wrists and elbows behind her back. The young blonde’s mouth was still covered with duct tape and a rope leash dangled down between her bared breasts.

Tracy gave a tug on the leash, “Come on.”

Double or Nothing

Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Part 13)

Chapter 14

Amanda didn’t care. Exhaustion had finally claimed her. The pain and the pleasure had wracked her being until everything had become a surreal blur. She could barely keep her focus on her twin sister across from her, looking very much like the image of fatigue. Thankfully the itch caused by the salve had finally stopped its lecherous magic and only a sore numbness remained.

Wrath 5

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Wrath 4)

Chapter 5

Cindy was out of tears but the echoes of the searing pain still branded her memory. The bound blonde knew that pain would come again and her imagination played out every possible thing he could do to her. There was no escaping it. Her hands and elbows were still tied tightly behind her back and her ankles were bound together with leather cuffs. Her jaws ached from the ballgag she was forced the wear. Her world was still black from her blindfold; she could only imagine what she and Rachel looked like bound before this stranger.

Maid Service Requested 2: Do Not Disturb

Sat, 19 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Maid Service Requested)

Part 2: Do Not Disturb (The sequel to Maid Service Requested)

For Alexandra, it had been a very good meeting. She had finished up her presentation of the building’s features and now it was in the hands of all the various contractors and workers to take it from paper to concrete, steel and glass.

Alexandra was very good at what she did. Not only was she a qualified architect, but she also was damn fine in the looks department. She kept her six-foot frame well toned and she always dressed to emphasize her curves, such as with the gray business suit she was wearing now. Alex had long, coppery hair she kept in flowing curls and deep green eyes that could disarm any man or woman when she wanted to. Today she had used all of her charms at the meeting and now she intended to use them for what was awaiting her in the hotel room.

The Summer Project 25

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Summer Project 24)_

Part 25

‘Are you ready to be a good slave’ blared through Stephanie’s head like an air horn, making her jump in her bonds.

Stephanie hadn’t heard the stranger come down the stairs, but she also admitted to herself that her thoughts were on other things such as what her captor would do to her when he finally returned.

Now she would find out.

Decorations

Fri, 24 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

A Holiday Sequel To Ornaments

Alan yawned as he turned off his computer screen. The airport manager had given the go ahead to close the airport due to the foul weather conditions and Alan wasn’t needed anymore. Not that there was any more scheduled flights coming into the small municipal airport. However, there were a few poor souls in the tower and on the ramp that needed to be there for emergencies.

Wish Lists

Fri, 24 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The snow felt like tiny ice-picks as Wes trudged through the drifts on the sidewalk. He left the Highlander’s engine on so the defroster would be able to keep up with the windshield wipers. Wes had checked the note twice and the address written on it belonged to a small two-story townhouse with a Christmas wreath on the door and a glowing plastic Santa on the doorstep. There were no other lights on inside or out, though the neighbors had gone to great lengths to try and illuminate the entire block with their holiday lighting.

Gift Surprise

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This story was originally an entry into the S(A)X Leather 2008 Bondage Stories Contest

Separate Vacation

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Maxine’s libido was crammed into full gear as she pulled her rental car into the parking lot of the Tranquility Bay Motor Lodge. It resembled the seemingly hundreds of hotels along Myrtle Beach, with it’s white and turquoise paint scheme and it’s neon name embraced by a crashing wave. It wasn’t the Hilton but it was where Dan was staying.

She had met Dan online a few month’s ago in a chat room. It was a BDSM room and there were lots of subs and doms flirting, telling jokes and making their connections. Maxine had been lurking there for a few weeks and finally got up nerve to add her own comments. Dan responded and soon they were sending each other private messages. The relationship blossomed to e-mails and instant message sessions and finally to meeting each other for a bondage tryst.

A New Haunt

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

from the Halloween special 2008

Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.

Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.

The Masque

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

from the Halloween special 2008

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” Sylvia asked her husband as they drove their Lexus through the darkening autumn twilight.

Robert nodded his head, “I am if you are.”

Sylvia looked at her husband, trying to see the subtleties in his face in the darkened car. Robert was handsome in the old-time Rock Hudson kind of handsome. Dark hair with a touch of gray, strong jaw line, and blue eyes that made her feel like a goddess every time he looked at her. He was the strong man she had always wanted in a husband and now, dressed in black tux, she admired him even more. Sylvia was sure he was not comfortable with doing this and it took some talking to convince him that this is something that would help their relationship, not hinder it. In the end, however, she knew he did it because he loved her and that he knew his wife wanted to attend.

A Great Volume of Trouble

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

It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside.

A Work of Art

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

That night, the cold October rain drummed on the skylights and washed everything outside glossy and new. The lit windows of the houses across the way painted a dark Monet-like impression on the rain slick street. Mark took another drag on his cigarette and continued to watch for the arrival Eileen’s car.

His cock was already hard with the thought of Eileen and the thought of binding her again. Mark could picture her elegant body, slender from tennis lessons and late afternoon swims. Eileen was barely over five-foot tall and yet the way that she carried herself through a crowd made her seems to stand six-foot or more. Mark loved her long, aureate colored hair and her laughing blue eyes and her short, pug-like nose and the way all of her was that poolside brown that sun lotion ads loved to purvey.

A Work of Art 2

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

The sequel to ‘A Work Of Art’ is complete along with three possible endings. I would like to have your readers vote on the ending they like best, contact me on my blog Fesseln’s Fiction and let me know which ending is best.

Part 2

The word ‘punished’ sent cold shivers through Eileen’s entire body. Her imaginative mind pictured the various things that Mark could do to her and had done to her in the past. None of those things, however, she feared were to be her real punishment for cumming without permission. Whatever her punishment was to be, she knew it would be creative, stimulating and torturous.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 6)_

### Chapter 7

After a refreshing shower, Ray got dressed, humming to himself the commercial theme for Double Barrel Ale. He could hear his wife Janice turning the shower off and getting herself dressed as well. It had been a long, exhausting day so far and he wanted to take a quick break from it all.

Ray grabbed a bottle of Fat Tire out of the fridge and sat himself down on the old couch in the living room. All the furniture in this place had pretty much come from thrift stores and nothing matched. There was no sense in buying anything new since they were planning on just leaving everything here after they were done. Let somebody else figure out what to do with it.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 2)_

### Chapter 3

Even though they were far from delivering the twins, Janice felt as if a huge load had been lifted from her shoulders. The abduction part was done and it was time now to savor part of their efforts. She shrugged out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. The belt came next, along with her holster and fake gun. She noticed one of the twins had noticed it when they went to pick them up and she was sure that part of her costume helped convince the twins that they were indeed detectives and needed to talk to them. Janice stripped out of her pants next, laying them on the bed. She would hang them up later. Right now, she wanted to get back downstairs to have a little girl time with the twins. She selected a wonderful black leather teddy with a plunging neckline. She really didn’t bring along a lot of this type clothing, only a few pieces that screamed dominatrix. It was important to Janice to set the stage correctly and look the part. Ray and she didn’t know who the client was, including the client’s sex, so training had to include a dominate female aspect. Janice was more than willing to oblige with that part of it. The blonde slipped out of her bra and panties and into the figure-hugging teddy. Looking in the mirrored closet doors, she thought she looked almost like a blonde Vampirella. Janice fought to keep a trim figure by jogging and working out at the gym with her husband. Looking at herself now, with her long, platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, her narrow waist, and long legs, she knew that she was a stunning woman and most of those genes had passed on to her teenage daughter Stephanie. Janice picked up a pair of black thigh-high boots and slipped them on. She was comfortable with the 5-inch heels they had and it made her look that much taller. The black opera gloves were last. One more glance in the mirror before she headed down to teach the twins a few more things. “God, every time I see you in that outfit reminds me why I married you.” Ray smiled, giving his wife a warm hug before he climbed out of his detective’s costume. “It wasn’t my personality?” Janice pouted. “A little bit, but mainly the outfit.” Ray held his wife tight against him, feeling her familiar curves as he kissed her, their tongues dancing around each other. Despite seeing and using many young women, Janice still made him as horny as the first day he saw her. Reluctantly, Ray let her go. They both had work to do and really not very many days in which to do it.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 12)_

### Chapter 13

Cassandra could feel her humiliation burning all over from her blush. All she could do was stare down at her feet and wish she could wake up from this nightmare. After they dried her off, the strangers relocked the black leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists and the collar around her neck. She didn’t even fight the pear-shaped gag when pressed against her lips; she just opened her mouth and let them fasten the gag into place.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 7)_

### Chapter 8

Amanda’s mouth was getting dry. The ring gag the man made her wear kept her mouth open. She could still taste his cum coating her mouth, making her want to wretch. She was also drooling, the saliva streaming at the corners of her lips and down over her chest and breasts.

Her crossed legs were still chained to her red leather collar so she was sitting more or less on her tailbone with her puss open for all to see. She was kept sitting by a chain running from her collar to a bolt in the ceiling. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and the leather bags were still tightened over her hands, forcing them into fists.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 11)_

### Chapter 12

The first dark bars of the Imperial March woke Ray from his sleep as his cell phone played them. He quickly picked the phone up and answered.

“Mr. Crimson?”, the clipped English voice on the other end of the cellphone asked.

“Yes,” Ray answered. Ray recognized the voice of his contact at Magenta.

“How is it going out there?”

“Good. . .” Ray trailed off knowing that his contact wouldn’t get a hold of him unless something was up.

Double or Nothing

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

Chapter 1

Janice glanced in back of their rental van to make sure that their targets were still soundly drugged. The heavy canvas bags that contained the twin blondes still weren’t moving much and she hoped that they wouldn’t until they were safely inside their rented house. It had been a difficult job, Jan reflected. Their client wanted these two girls specifically. The fact that they were minor celebrities because of their ads for Double Barrel Ale didn’t help. The girls, Cassandra and Amanda, did have a paid body guard with them at the shoot as well as both of their parents. However Ray, her partner and husband, had come up with a workable plan that went off like a charm. Janice had taken the lead this time, being the head police investigator. The badges and ID’s were nearly perfect and by the time anyone deduced that Ray and Janice weren’t real cops, they had already switched cars twice and had the girls sedated, stripped and bound in the back of their van. “Do you think we should call the kids?” Janice asked her husband. “And what, spoil their vacation?” Ray grinned, “Look, I am sure they are all right. Jeff has a level head about him and even though Stephanie is a bit of a free spirit, she has common sense. God, what I would have given to have three weeks without my parents looking over my shoulder.” Janice smiled a faint smile, “Your right.” There was a slight noise in back and Janice looked at the sacks again. One of the bags seemed to be moving. Of course, it wouldn’t be moving very far. Ray was a wiz with rope and both girls were tied in a very strict hogtie. They also had several thick straps of Duct Tape sealing their lips and a tightly knotted crotch rope to keep them company. Both Ray and Janice were glad to see that their long blonde hair matched the soft curls between their legs. To Amanda, it felt as if her brain was wrapped in a huge cotton ball. She tried to move and focus, but her limbs remained pinned in back of her. She tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn’t move. Slowly, the fog her mind was in wisped away and she realized that she was bound and gagged.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 9)_

### Chapter 10

Cassandra could feel her orgasm blossoming inside her as she sat in her own cocooned darkness. The vibrator the man had pushed inside her was caressing her with its buzzing fingers. She could feel her drool leaking over her ring gag as she panted and moaned but there was little she could do about it. Even the soreness of her welt-stripped ass and the plug inside it seemed to help her wanton desires along. The young blonde didn’t want to cum but her body was ignoring her.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 10)_

### Chapter 11

Janice draped herself around her husband as he flicked on the news. A stupid reality show was just ending and a young girl was complaining about being kicked-off too early. Janice pictured the petite brunette bound and struggling; a gag silencing her whining. Now THAT would be a show. . . call it ‘Predators and Prey’ or something like that. The losers became slaves.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 3)_

### Chapter 4

Janice loved the sounds number 2 made through her gag. They were whimpers of soul-wrenching despair. Sweat glistened off of the blonde slave’s slender body as Janice ran her fingers over the flat of the girl’s stomach and up to her large breasts. The wires were still firmly attached to 2’s nipple clamps and Janice pulled at them briefly just to hear number 2 wail into her gag. Janice had no intention of unclamping them yet. She needed them in place for what she planned next.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 5)_

### Chapter 6

Amanda squirmed in her bonds, trying to get free. The young blonde was lying on the bed nude, her wrists locked in leather cuffs behind back and her ankles cuffed to the foot of the bed. A red leather collar was encircled her neck and a stout chain ran from it to the head of the bed, effectively pinning her there. She could put her wrists to one side of her or the other, but that was about it. She couldn’t even look to see her cuffed wrists in the position she was in. The penis-shaped gag was now making her jaw ache but worse of all, the gel the man had rubbed into her sex was driving her nuts, giving her a tingling itch that she couldn’t relieve.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 8)_

### Chapter 9

Ray whistled while he peeled the carrots. He could hear his wife through the open bedroom door. She was trying to scream for his attention through her black leather peargag. Ray imagined that the words she was trying to yell were not pleasant, but this wouldn’t be the first time. Janice had cuffed herself for him and now she had to suffer the consequences. Besides, he knew all the ruckus she made was because she was as horny as hell. If she was really in trouble, she would have hummed their ‘safe tune’. No, he knew her pussy was itching for someone to scratch it.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 1)_

### Chapter 2

Amanda’s heart sank as she heard her sister Cassandra starting to sob through her gag. Neither of their captors had moved. The man was holding a riding crop, tapping it into one hand. The woman just held her crop by her side. Both were looking at Sandy as her tears made dark trails from her eyeliner. “Now, I don’t know who is who,” the man said, talking with a slight southern accent, “and I really don’t care. You, young lady. . .” The man pointed his crop at Amanda, still bound naked above her sister; her hands bound behind her back and her mouth gagged with an obscene gag with a black gel dildo protruding out of it. “. . .you are going to be known as number 1.” The woman, Mistress, turned and went over to the armoire and removed from it a red leather collar. On the front, a big chrome number 1 was emblazoned. Without a word, the woman Amanda knew as Mistress fastened the collar around her neck, locking it into place. “Now, 1, you have pleased us with your performance here. You made your sister here cum and that means you aren’t going to be whupped. However, your sister there isn’t going to be as fortunate. She’s going to learn firsthand not to disappoint us.” Ray smiled, listening to Cassandra’s renewed sobs. Both young blondes were gorgeous, being bound in a ‘69‘ position and glistening from their sexual efforts. Number 1’s breast dangled down over her sister, jiggling as she caught her breath. The other twin lay on her back, her eyes closed and her head turned away from the couple.

Double or Nothing

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

(story continues from Part 4)_

### Chapter 5

As she watched her sister being led out of the room, Cassandra felt her soul just flush down the toilet, leaving just a fragile shell behind. The door shut with certain finality and she was left with her own pain and the woman. Her jaw was starting to hurt, because she was forced to bite down on the gag in a certain way. Her shoulder ached from her hands being stretched to the ceiling.

Easter Egg Hunt

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

Erin stood out in their backyard, her skin flushed red from embarrassment. She was dressed in the skimpiest ‘bunny’ costume she had ever seen; a white, fishnet teddy with a white bunny ears headband, white nylon stockings and an uncomfortable fluffy little cottontail. But the costume was the least of her worries. Also part of her costume was a pair of white leather cuffs around her ankles, another pair of cuffs holding her wrists behind her back, a white leather collar and a neon pink ballgag fastened tightly in her mouth.

Go Fetch

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

It was time for Amy to play. She had planning this “alone” time for quite a while and it was finally here; a chunk of time in the early afternoon when she could indulge in her secret erotic pastime. Her boyfriend was going to pick her up this evening for dinner but that was the only other thing on her agenda other than some delicious self- bondage.

As she gathered up a few of her favorite toys, she knew she should enjoy the warm April weather outside before it became leaden with drizzle-laden clouds. But her libido had taken over the reins to her desires so now all that was left was to indulge herself. She had gathered up her collection of leather cuffs with their various padlocks, a ball gag head harness, her favorite little pink vibrator with its twin for her anus, and a padded black leather blindfold that would encase her in her own subbie world; everything to make her bondage time downstairs very enjoyable.

Just the Right Spot

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

Chapter 1

“This is just the right spot,” Autumn thought to herself as she settled in her tent and reflected. The campsite was beautiful, just as Rodger had said it would be. The site was a small meadow-like clearing nestled amongst pine trees and aspens. A nearby creek gurgled its way past, giving them cold snowmelt water. A fire pit had already been dug and an old fallen pine provided some wonderful seating. The only thing that would have made it more perfect was if Rodger had come along.

Maid Service Requested

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

Jennifer was so horny and she couldn’t do anything about it. Alex had asked Jennifer to dress up in her tight little French Maid’s costume. Not that Jennifer minded. She loved pleasing her lover to the extent that she would do anything asked of her. She had slowly dressed herself in the hotel room while Alex busied in the bathroom for the corporate meeting that would take most of the morning.

On French Soil 4 - Laid In Bed Majestical

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

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depiction’s of rape, bondage and sex, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.

Peeking

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

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. . .no, that was not true at all, Brandy thought to herself. She was stirring alright. She writhed on the couch bound beside her boyfriend Grant who was gently petting her blonde hair. The little gel vibrator nestled all snug in her sex was pulsing little rhythms of pleasure when Grant wanted it to. So far, he hadn’t given into her whines pleading him to send her over the edge. It was her own fault. He had caught her.

Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 1: Dawning

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

The Departure Part 1 Dawning

The sky above the old oaks and hornbeams began to turn several lighter shades of deep blue. A few clouds appeared as light grey fingers on a canvas of navy. Soon, the sun would paint everything around the village a heated gold and old man Grul’s cock would wail it’s hoarse mornings greeting. It would be the last time Naryla would ever hear it.

The young woman could not sleep. She sat at the open window looking out at the baker’s shop, watching Bolle’s shadows behind the window as he prepared the oven’s fire for another day’s work. A few wisps of smoke had already curled up into the early morning sky. Naryla feasted on these images, as if seeing them for the first time. She had sat in this window many a time before during her seventeen years, watching the village slowly awaken from its slumber. As a little girl, she remembered hearing her parents stirring, getting the Pied Stallion ready for another day. Her mother would prepare the meat pies and the fruit tarts for Bolle to bake in his oven. Father would be cleaning the inn’s tables from the night before as her younger brother collected the wood for the evening’s fire in the grand stone fireplace that stood in the center of the room. It was sad to think she would never see these things again.

Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 2: The Horn

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

(story continues from Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 1: Dawning)

The Departure Part 2 The Horn The Departure Part 2 The Horn The Horn Inn did indeed look like a castle from some old fairy tale. It sat hunched in the center of a rolling meadow and was adorned with turrets and gables and sway-backed peaked roofs. The dozens of lit mullioned windows reflected off the wide moat that surrounded The Horn. The drawbridge to the inn was lowered and beyond the portal, one could see the stables and the stairs leading up to the main level. A pair of giant antlers hung over the gate leading in.

Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 3: Under A Pale Eye

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

(story continues from Sacrifice - The Departure: Part 2: The Horn)

The Departure Part 3 Under A Pale Eye Jarial kept herself curled around the Chosen One until she felt her ward breathing deeply in sleep. Slowly the Guardian eased herself away from the bound girl and slipped out of bed. Tyraal could not help thinking how lucky of a man he was to have such a beautiful companion as Jarial as she lightly approached him. The playful smile that she wore betrayed what was in her heart as she curled up beside his chair.

Summer Training

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

Chapter 1

Stephanie looked at herself in the mirror, trying to see if she could see the changes in her reflection. The girl that stared back at her was the same California blonde that had just graduated high school. Her hair was long with a slight curl to it and her eyes were an ocean blue. She still had a killer figure that screamed to be on a Hooter’s calendar. Everything in Stephanie’s reflection looked normal except for the ball gag fastened in her mouth.

Summer Training 10

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

(story continues from Summer Training 9)_

_Continued from part 9 Chapter 10

The light rapping at the door woke Kim. In a panic, thinking that her father had caught her home and would need to be fed breakfast or worse, she threw herself out of bed and tripped over her clean clothes box before she realized she was in her friend Stephanie’s room. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:43 in the morning.

Summer Training 11

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_Continued from part 10 Chapter 11

The stop at the grocery store took a little longer than Jeff had expected, but they had Stephanie’s prescription ready and most everything he needed for meals for the next couple of days. He enjoyed being away from the house, but he didn’t want to leave his stepsister to her own devices for very long. Their current relationship was fragile and Jeffery didn’t want to jeopardize it since it had taken quite a while to get it to that stage.

Summer Training 12

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_Continued from part 11 Chapter 12

Jeffery awkwardly lifted his sister out of his Jeep and onto the cool cement floor of the garage. The garage door had already hummed its way shut, secreting away himself and his bound step sister from the rest of the world. Gathering her chain lead, he gave it a gentle tug and his blonde captive struggled to stand.

Stephanie felt her blindfold being untied then removed. Though the adventure of being bound outside her home was arousing in many ways, the young woman was glad to be back within the safe environs of her home.

Summer Training 13

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Continued from part 12

Chapter 13

Stephanie pretended to sleep as she lay curled up and chained in her parent’s bed. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her with black leather cuffs and her ankles were locked into a set of leather hobbles. She wore a thin leather collar to which Jeffery had fastened a very long leash. The other end was locked to the bed. The leash enabled her to go her parent’s bathroom without assistance. It would also allow her to get into the room where Kim was kept prisoner.

Summer Training 2

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_Continued from part one Chapter 2

Jeffery reflected a bit as his stepsister disappeared up the stairs and into their parents’ bedroom. The fact that he had captured and used his stepsister for several weeks without her realizing his identity was nothing short of a true miracle. All of his mental pre-planning and research was paying off. She was now going to be his little slave girl.

Upstairs, Stephanie had opened pretty much every drawer and cabinet in her parent’s armoire and now just stared at huge variety of restraints and gear that was stored there. She had no idea what some of those things there were designed for. She recognized the sets of leather cuffs instantly as well as the collars, blindfolds and hoods. Since she had not actually seen herself in bondage before today, she was sure that some of those items she didn’t recognize were ones that the strangers had used on her. In the end, she picked out two pairs of matching red leather cuffs, a red leather collar, a ballgag that was part of some sort of head harness thing and several black leather belts. She gathered her choices together and headed back down the stairs.

Summer Training 3

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_Continued from part 2 Chapter 3

Stephanie was in the dark again. Jeffery had placed a leather blindfold over her eyes and left her standing naked in her bondage in the living room. She could hear her stepbrother setting something up beside her as she stood there in silence.

In the living room they had gone through her lessons as she remembered them. The straps around her legs were gone as well as the lavender butterfly-shaped vibrator. But Stephanie still had the red-leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists, a matching collar and a harness gag with a bright red ball. Her hands had been locked behind her back after her lesson where she was pretty sure they would remain for awhile.

Summer Training 4

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_Continued from part 3 Chapter 4

Kim smiled as she drove away, thinking about how easy it was to get Jeffery to let her do her laundry at his house. Of course, she would make sure that her laundry would take time and by the time it was done, she would ask if she could spend the night in Stephanie’s room. If you had boobs and asked nicely, you could get pretty much anything. Once she was there, Kim would also see what Jeffery was keeping a secret. There was something making him nervous as hell and now she was anxious to know what. It wasn’t just the desire to know, but she might also be able to blackmail Jeff into letting her stay at the house while Stephanie and her parents were away. It certainly beat sleeping out in the car or with some guy she barely knew. Another song came on the radio and she sang along with it. Hopefully work wouldn’t be too bad and then she could look forward to tonight.

Summer Training 5

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_Continued from part 4 Chapter 5

Jeff sat back at his old desk in his bedroom. Nothing had really changed since he had left for college. There were still piles of books and papers with a cleared spot for his laptop. Most of the books were paperback horror novels by King and Straub with a few hardback non-fiction books as well. A collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories was on top, covered with a thin film of dust. He was seeing all this without really seeing. His mind was elsewhere. Tonight was going to be complicated and a bit dangerous, but the thrill was going to be worth it. Stephanie’s friend Kim was going to come over to do laundry, but Jeff was sure there was more to it than that. Kim had a conniving air about her this morning but Jeff really couldn’t pinpoint the reasons for it. Perhaps it was just him being paranoid. But, in his case, Jeff reasoned, paranoia was good. He had left his stepsister in the newly discovered ’dungeon’. Jeff was convinced that it was more than just a playroom for his father and stepmother Janice. There was too much security for that. He could also be wrong though. Maybe they played harder than he had first thought or they played with other people. He knew that there were clubs out there that practiced mock kidnappings for pleasure and his parents could be part of one. It would most certainly explain the amount of toys they had. He heard the bathroom door shut and the water turned on for the bath. Letting Stephanie have her freedom for awhile was a good thing. He didn’t want to have to worry about her for time. Right now, he wanted to focus on Michelle and getting her over here this evening. Jeff opened up his Dell laptop and booted up. Checking his e-mail, he saw there was a reply from Michelle. Upon opening it, all he saw was one little word: ’When’. Quickly, Jeff typed in his reply, making sure that she was to show up exactly at 5:30 or the night was off. She could wear anything she wanted but he required her to wear the collar he gave her. Jeff had plenty of other restraints he could use on her here at the house. He felt himself getting aroused just thinking of tonight.

Summer Training 6

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_Continued from part 5 Chapter 6

Michelle was mortified when the doorbell rang. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles were cuffed as well. Not only was the Asian girl restrained, but she also was watching a video of herself pleasuring Jeffery’s girlfriend Stephanie all while a vibrator was humming inside of her. It was the apartment walk all over again where she was led to her apartment while bound. As she watched herself restrained on the television, she could envision what Stephanie went through. Quickly, she looked for the remote.

Summer Training 7

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_Continued from part 6 Chapter 7

Kim was flustered and fuming when she closed the door to Stephanie’s room. However, she was more pissed off with herself than with anyone else. All her life she struggled to make sure everyone knew that she wasn’t one to be messed with. From her tattoos and pierced navel to the way she talked to people, she hated looking vulnerable. She hated Jeffery more than ever now because of that. Not that he had done anything to her but now he knew something he could use against her whenever he wanted. Now, thanks to her fuck-up, Jeffery had been given a glimpse at a jagged crack in her shell.

Summer Training 8

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_Continued from part 7 Chapter 8

Jeffery found Michelle in a state, twisting and turning on his bed and trying to say something through her gag. Her nude body glistened from her efforts as she struggled in her hogtie. Jeffery quickly went over to her.

“Are you alright?” Jeffery asked frantically.

Michelle shook her head and continued to try to talk to him through her gag. Quickly, Jeff unfastened the straps and pulled the red ball from her mouth.

Summer Training 9

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_Continued from part 8 Chapter 9

Kim was trouble.

Even though Jeff was bone tired, he needed to check on his other houseguest. He slipped into his room and pulled on a pair of boxers. He also gathered up the bag that he had used in capturing his stepsister Steph; his ‘abduction’ kit. Not that he had plans to use any of the tape and rope inside it. He just wanted to be sure he had it IF needed.

The Summer Project 19

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Part 19

With each forkful of the Denver omelet, Michelle kept hearing the word ‘punishment’ echoing through her head. This was the first time she had transgressed what was expected of her during her weekend stay. She vaguely remembered something about being punished for cumming without permission on the recording, but given what Stephanie’s tongue was doing at the time, it was hard to recall anything past her orgasm.

The Summer Project 20

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Part 20

Michelle concentrated upon the lesson at hand, listening to Jeff’s voice instruct her in how to obey when his riding crop touched certain places on her. As she listened, she realized that Jeff wouldn’t have to say a word; everything that was required of a slave could be signaled by the use of the crop.

The Chinese girl also realized that the depth at which Jeff and his girlfriend Stephanie’s shared fantasy went and she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go there. The fantasy of being tied up and used by another and learning to become a slave to that person were two different things in her mind.

The Summer Project 21

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Part 21

“What a fucking mess,” Kim said to herself as she looked in her rearview mirror at her own disheveled face.

Kim didn’t know what to do. Her parents had a major blow-out featuring cops and everything, including some fucking camera crew covering the whole damn mess. Her mom was now in jail for smacking her dad several times with an iron skillet and her dad was now nursing his wounded pride with tequila and scotch and curses. There was no fucking way she was going back in there without an armed escort so she had decided to spend last night in her car. Now she had to be at work in about an hour and she looked like shit.

The Summer Project 22

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Part 22

Stephanie lay cocooned in the afterglow of her climax, relishing the delicious feeling. She had managed to turn off her vibrator and now she rested curled-up on her own bed wondering what would be next.

When the stranger left and gave her the command that she could cum if she wanted to, the blonde girl took full advantage of it and let all of her pent-up frustrations gush out in a whirlwind of rapture. Now, being bound as she was, all she could really do was to think and speculate on what the stranger’s plans for her were. Every scenario she came up with involved her being a slave like this for a very long time.

The Summer Project 23

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Part 23

Jeff rested on his parents’ bed, looking at the vast array of toys that his father and stepmother had collected. There was everything there that he had dreamt of owning and then some. He guessed that there had to be ten different ball gags alone. One part of the armoire was devoted solely to vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Normally the sex lives of one’s parents would make Jeff shudder, but he was glad their tastes in the bedroom ran the same as his.

The Summer Project 24

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Part 24

Exhausted, Michelle looked up at Jeffery. He lay collapsed beside her; his lean body glistening from their passionate labors and his breathing as heavy as hers. His blue eyes were looking sternly into hers.

“You came without permission,” Jeffery repeated, “I am disappointed in you, slave. You have listened to the rules. You have practiced the rules all this weekend. . .”

The Summer Project Part 11

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Part 11 After setting the video camera up in his parent’s bedroom, Jeff left to clean up the kitchen and the rest of the house a bit. He hadn’t realized just how tired he was, even though the thoughts of his bound stepsister still kept him hard and aching. The rest of him felt as if he had just been through the Super bowl. Jeff was glad that there wasn’t much in the kitchen to clean up. As he put the leftover Chinese dinners into the refrigerator, his mind wandered a bit to the poor delivery girl and what she made of watching Stephanie struggles on the television. He was sure that the girl had a lot to talk about to her co-workers when she got back. At least Jeff had tipped her well. Turning the light off in the kitchen, his attention was focused in picking up a few things in the living room. Though he was not a neat freak, he still liked to leave things nice. Who knows who might pop by, like Stephanie’s Hispanic friend Kim? He imagined that she would be a handful and better not entertain such thoughts until he had his stepsister well trained. Still. . . Glancing over at the entryway, Jeff once again noticed the pile of mail to sort through. Even though he was feeling bushed, at least he could do is sort them out so he could take care of them in the morning. Grabbing the pile, he sat down at his dad’s antique rolltop desk and began his chore. The third envelope Jeff came to was a violet one with ‘I Saw What You Did Last Night’ written in a florid script of purple ink. There was no postage stamp nor any indication whom might of sent it. At first, Jeff thought it might be some vengeance letter to his dad. But, everybody liked his dad at the office and if the was a disgruntled homeowner, he was sure dad would have brought it up in conversation. No. Jeff was sure that the letter was addressed to him and the thought sent a cold chill up his back. Were they going to blackmail him? Or worse, turn him over to the cops. Jeff steeled himself and opened the envelope, reading to folded note inside:

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Part 12

There was a whirlwind of thoughts racing through Michelle’s head as she climbed into the shower and let the hot water drench her in its warm embrace. ‘Is 10 o’clock at the Bennigan’s on 7th Street okay?’ the man had asked over the phone and she had responded in an enthusiastic ‘yes’. The whole of her being felt as taut as a bowstring with all of the wanton feelings that coursed through her. Everything else he had said was nonsensical hum.

The Summer Project Part 13

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Part 13

Jeff eased himself down onto the carpet and drank in the picture of his stepsister Stephanie. Her lithe body was glistening with the efforts of the last hour or so: the effort of being hung forward as she was; the effort of trying to cum and not being able to and the effort of giving Jeff a wonderful blowjob. Her head was still encased in a white latex hood with her long, blonde hair pulled through the back in a ponytail. Little strings of drool dripped off of the steel ring gag fastened in her mouth. The nipple clamps, chain running between them, still pinched her nipples firmly. Stephanie’s wrists were locked behind her with a pair of leather handcuffs and her fingers would flutter and clinch as she hung there.

The Summer Project Part 14

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Part 14

Alone. Stephanie knew she was alone, standing there bound, gagged, blind and bare-assed. She was somewhere in her parent’s room, but she wasn’t sure exactly where. But she knew the stranger had left her here in her own little one-girl prison. Alone. Her head was enclosed in some latex mask that covered most of her head and face and her lips were sealed behind several swatches of tape. A collar, not unlike a dog’s collar, encircled her throat and she could feel the chain leash dangling down between her breasts. Her wrists and arms were sheathed in some sort of lace-up glove behind her back that, try as she might, she could not get even a little slack out of. Lastly, her ankles were cuffed together and her big toes were lashed together with twine. So she stood there, alone. The stranger hadn’t left her with any instructions. Stephanie had no idea how long she was going to have to stand there or if she would be punished for moving. What he had left her with was the warm afterglow of an orgasm. It lingered in her like a red-coal, wanting to ignite again. And there was nothing she could do about it. It all had happened so quickly that she really hadn’t had a chance to reflect what had happened to her until now. She was being turned into a sex slave, Stephanie was sure of that. The training CD was probably going to be the first of many and she knew was going to be abused again and again until the stranger had had his fill of her bound charms. This morning’s shower did give Stephanie a little hope, however. Being able to wash herself was wonderful. She could finally use her hands for the first time in nearly a day to do something. It was a freedom, though a supervised one. But it was a small freedom none-the-less. Perhaps taking care of Stephanie was more trying than the stranger thought. She imagined that it was just as tiring shepherding her as it was being herded. Then there was this morning. THE orgasm. Stephanie wasn’t a nun and she enjoyed sex quite a bit, but she had never had an orgasm for that long and that intense. The frustration of her pussy being tickled over a long time and not being able to get herself off was probably one of the reasons for it. But that couldn’t be the sole reason. Perhaps she liked being dominated. The thought sent a chill through her. No. She was being forced to have sex with this stranger. She was being raped. Yet, she was enjoying the sex, even craving it on most levels. The pleasure she was experiencing now was far more intense than she had ever felt before. It was impossible to ignore. She could never feel that way again without ropes and leather, she was sure of it. The fact was Stephanie enjoyed being tied-up and dominated. As hard as it was to come to that conclusion, it was a fact that was impossible for Stephanie to escape. If Stephanie did enjoy being dominated, it didn’t change the fact that she was being raped and tortured. She kept telling herself that but the wanton warmness in her stomach told her otherwise. Then Stephanie realized something else. She needed to go. Her captor hadn’t let her use the restroom since before breakfast. It wasn’t to the point of peeing all over herself, but she would need to get to the toilet soon. Any punishment for moving wouldn’t be a bad as one for soiling herself and her parent’s carpet. She was sure of that. The ankle cuffs were locked together tightly and the string around her toes was taut. An inch was about all she could manage to shuffle. She took a few more hobbled steps, trying to go in one direction. Stephanie figured once she hit a wall or a piece of furniture, she could figure out where in the room she was as navigate from there. She knew the room well enough that she believed she could do it. It was slow going and the blonde tried to concentrate on the task at hand. But her mind kept wondering back to this morning and she could feel her libido kick-starting her desire again and there was no way to satisfy it. Focus. Then her toe hit something. She shuffled a bit more, trying to feel it out with her body and her encased arms. It was cold and tubular and made of metal. . .mom’s exercise bike! Stephanie now knew where she was. She was in the corner of the bedroom near the window. . . The window! That’s it. She could stand in front of the window and someone would see her and call the cops. The captive girl started to shuffle to the window when she felt her foot get tangled in something. . .a piece of cloth. She tried to back up a bit but began to lose her balance. Stephanie screamed a muffled scream as she fell down, taking part of the curtain with her. Luckily, she landed on her butt and didn’t hurt her self. She had forgot about the large pillows her mother had strewn in front of the windows ’to lounge on’. Those pillows saved Steph from getting injured more seriously. Now that she was on the ground, Stephanie found she could scoot around a bit faster. She still needed to go. After that she would try for the window again after kicking the pillows out of the way. Slowly she used her legs and scooted her butt across the carpet, using her bound arms to guide herself. Eventually she found the bed. All she had to do is follow around it to the other side and wriggle her way to the bathroom door on the opposite wall. The journey seemed to take forever but finally she was on the other side of the bed. She figured she was about in the center when she wriggled towards where the bathroom doorway was, praying that the door was left open. It didn’t take long for her to feel the cool tile on her rear. She had made it to the bathroom. Pushing herself along, she felt the bidet against her back. Now came the hard part. Stephanie curled her legs under herself and pushed herself into a kneeling position. Using her bound arms, she leveraged herself up and onto the toilet seat. She wiggled a little bit until she was in a better position before relieving herself. Moving around bound as she was was harder than she had imagined it would be. Stephanie suddenly realized how tired she really was. Stephanie found the foot pedal flush on the floor and pushed it. The warm water cleaned her as it flushed. It also re-awakened her lust. Stephanie was horny and she could do nothing about it. She could do something about getting some rest. Slowly, she stood up. A very tricky balancing act but she did it. Now she shuffled across the bathroom into the bedroom again. Again, it seemed liked it took forever but finally she felt her leg hit the mattress. She wriggled around to seat herself when her arm hit something. . . the pole to the canopy over the bed. The blonde hobbled closer to it, pressing its length along her body to stabilize herself. Then she wondered. . . Stephanie knew what her parent’s wrought-iron canopy bed looked like. She knew that there was an old-fashioned footboard with bars running across it. The blonde was pretty sure that she could straddle the bar, even tied the way she was. She would have to be careful not to fall over onto the other side. The bound girl seated herself on the bed and struggled until she was well onto the mattress. She eased herself down until she was laying against the foot posts and bars. Wriggling into position, she rolled over until she could get her knee up over the bar. It took some effort, but she finally managed to get herself straddling the bar using her cuffed feet for support. Her weight was now fully on her sex, where she wanted it. Even though Steph was tired, she was also horny and relieving that took precedence over sleep. Slowly, Stephanie began to rock her hips, rubbing herself on the bar. With each thrust, a new ripple of pleasure shuddered through her. She could feel the climax building within her like a wave about to burst through a dam. Faster and faster she bucked until she was swallowed by a crashing wave of bliss. Stephanie let it engulf her until should could take no more and let herself slip over onto the bed, where she laid panting through her gag.

The Summer Project Part 15

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Part 15

Jeff found it a bit strange to be going through his stepmother’s lingerie, but he had little choice in the matter. Stephanie, his stepsister, had little in the way of sexy outfits other that some lacy thongs and bright red teddy that would not do for what Jeff wanted. What he wanted was some sort of corset for Stephanie to wear when Michelle came over tonight.

The Summer Project Part 16

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Part 16

Stephanie lay on her side in the after-burn of her orgasm. Her head was still covered in the latex hood and a ballgag was still fastened tightly in her mouth. She had gotten used to the leather sheath encasing her arms as well as the collar around her neck. Her ankles and legs were bound together and the vibrator that had been eased into her hours ago was still humming; keeping her on edge. The corset was the only new twist in her wardrobe of leather and chains and she half wondered what color it was.

The Summer Project Part 17

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Part 17

There was something not quite right about Stephanie’s dream. She was in an ancient castle room lit by sputtering torches. It was dark and dank and shadows clung like black spider webs to the stonework all around her. Somewhere in that blackness something was watching her but she couldn’t make out what it was.

Then something shuffled in the shadows.

She tried to move; escape, but it was if she was encased in concrete. She tried to scream, but nothing came out.

The Summer Project Part 18

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Part 18

Michelle’s orgasm had left her happily drained and she smiled around her red ballgag when Jeff eased her over onto the couch. The oriental girl was still a bit shocked when Jeff had used the riding crop on Stephanie, but she imagined that it was all part of the fantasy Stephanie and Jeff were living out. The metallic voice thing was scary as well, but she thought that it probably just fuelled the fires of the blonde’s imagination as well, making her captivity that much more exciting. In many ways, Michelle envied the other girl’s sexual incarceration.

Tradition

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As long as Shelly could remember, their family has had a twisted little Christmas tradition that any clothes or such that you got, you had to model them to the rest of the family. At least, that is what she had told Eric. At first, when Eric was dating Shelly, the garments were mild, such as a t-shirt with snoopy dressed as Santa or a pair of red plaid polyester dress pants. However, after they got married three years ago, the ‘wearable’ gifts he got more crass and risqué, such as a pair of Spongebob Squarepants boxers with his long nose centered over a certain area. Last year was even worse. Shelly and Eric had spent Christmas with her parents and one of the first gifts Shelly had popped onto his lap was a small package. Inside, was a pair of black Speedos with a white puffball sewn on the rear and a pair of Playboy Bunny ears. It was his little Playgirl Bunny outfit. They all laughed as he pulled them from the box and continued to remind him of the Christmas tradition. So, he went into the bathroom and changed into them. Eric was not embarrassed by the way he looked in them. He went to the gym three times a week and his six-foot frame looked good enough to grace any underwear ad. However, wearing this in front of her parents was a bit too much and silently, he vowed revenge. Eric sensed that Shelly knew she may have gone over the top with last Christmas’ gift and as the season grew near, she kept on asking him if he was upset with the Bunny outfit she got him. Eric just grinned his lop-sided grin and told her no, he wasn’t upset and it was all in good fun. A Nor’easter had brought a heavy coat of snow to Maryland and practically shut down the state, including the airport. Shelly and her husband would be spending Christmas together alone this year. In some ways, Eric was even more thrilled about what he had planned. Some of the items he had been planning on giving her Christmas night in the privacy of their own room now could be unwrapped with the rest of the presents. Eric and Shelly made the best of being snowed in. There was a fire in their condo’s fireplace and a small fir tree decorated in all reds and whites the way Shelly liked. A myriad of candles flickered and glowed and the smells of evergreen and peppermint swirled through the living room. Dinner was a simple one of finger foods and hors d’oeuvres while sitting in front of the fire. “So are you ready to open a present of two?” Eric smiled as he cleared away some of their plates. “There is only one present I want to open tonight,” Shelly smiled back. Their first Christmas alone had put Shelly in a mood for romance. All during the decoration of their home and dinner, Eric and her had exchanged intimate kisses and caresses and she was ready to get to bed and leave the packages for the morning. “We’ll save that present for later,” Eric said and kissed her, “I promise we’ll only open a few tonight and the rest in the morning.” Shelly reluctantly agreed. His family opened all their present on Christmas Eve, leaving only the stocking gifts for the following day. So, compromising, she allowed them to open a few gifts that night, leaving some underneath the tree for morning. They sat beside the tree and Shelly picked one out first, a small golden package with a red bow. Tearing off the paper revealed the Goldfrapp CD he had wanted. Reaching in back off the tree, Eric pulled out a large dress box covered in classic Santa’s and silver ribbon. Unlike her husband who tore through the paper like a little kid, Shelly carefully peeled the paper back and opened the box. Inside was the gift Shelly had been dreading: the revenge gift for the bunny outfit she had gotten her husband. Luckily for the blonde, the only person who would be seeing it was her husband. “Go on. You know the rules, go put it on so I can she you in it.” Shelly gathered up the gift and went into the bathroom to change. Normally, she would have turned several shades of red, but she was in a playful humor tonight and the outfit was just the right thing. The outfit was one of those short little ‘Santa’s Helper’ dresses complete with red velvet and white fur trim. Shelly quickly undressed and slipped into it. Shelly kept herself trim and the strapless costume helped emphasize that, hugging her every curve like a second skin. There was also a pair of shiny, thigh high latex boots with the longest spike heels she had ever seen. She carefully pulled each one up, sheathing her legs perfectly. At the bottom of the box were a matching red thong, a wide black belt and a Santa hat. After getting the entire outfit on, she looked at herself in the mirror and really enjoyed what she saw. The hem of the dress barely masked the small thong underneath and the boots made her legs look much more sexier. Her long blonde hair spilled out from beneath the cap and she could see her own desires in her dark blue eyes. With a deep breath, she unsteadily opened the bathroom door and walked out. “Hey,” she practically yelled when she saw that Eric had gotten out the video camera and was filming her debut. “I wanted to make sure we shared this moment with your parents,” Eric grinned as he continued to video tape his wife, “I think it is only fair. Now pout for me honey, give me everything you got!” Shelly found herself flushing bright red but she decided to be a good sport and model it for him. Besides, she doubted that the images would ever get to her parents, not after what she had planned for the bedroom. She posed and lithely moved for him and the camera until he turned it off and set it aside. “Can I open the one present I wanted tonight?” she pouted, brushing up against him and giving him a long, lingering kiss. “One more present each, then we’ll see about that special gift. Go pick me out one.” Although high heeled shoes were no strangers to Shelly, ones this tall gave her a little trouble as she walked over to the tree. As she bent over to pick one, she made sure to give her husband an eyeful. One of the things Eric always said was that she had a great ass and it was times like these that she didn’t mind showing it off for him. She came back with another small present. Again, Eric tore it open with the gusto of a ten-year old and found himself looking at another thong, this time glittering red with a ribbon above the crotch. “You know the rule,” Shelly purred. Eric just grinned and went into the bathroom to put it on. This was a gift that Shelly was going to give him later on when her parents were not around. She had learned her lesson last year when her mother explained certain boundaries were to be had. Gifts like that were for just her and her husband. Eric came out and struck a muscleman pose. Shelly was glade to see the he filled his thong very well and that he was in the same mood as she was. “One more present, honey, then we’ll see about unwrapping your special present in the bedroom.” Shelly’s box was as big as the last one, maybe a bit bigger. Carefully, she unwrapped it and opened the lid. Inside was something of black leather and many chrome buckles. She lifted it up and looked at all the straps with a puzzled look on her face. “What is it?” she finally asked. “Here, stand up and let me show you.” Precariously she stood up as he took the leather contraption from her. “Now turn around and hands behind your back.” All of the sudden, a bright light flashed on and she realized what her gift was. “Oh, no. There is no way you are getting me into that!” “Now, do I need to remind you on your families’ tradition? What is fair for the gander is fair for the goose. All I want to do is see you in it and then you can decide whether it stays on or comes off.” Shelly knew her husband’s tastes in porn and she knew that he enjoyed looking a pictures and movies of women bound and helpless. At times, she had admitted to herself that it might be fun and she had even let him tie her up a time or two. But this thing, this armbinder, took things to another level she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. “Okay, but it comes off when I tell you,” the blonde told her husband as she turned around and grasped her wrists behind her back. Carefully, he pulled the leather armbinder up, carefully pulling the lacings tight and fastening each buckle until the sleeve was tightly embracing her arms together behind her back. To Eric, she couldn’t look more stunning. There she stood in her skimpy Santa’s outfit with her arms pulled in back of her and nearly helpless. “Honey, you look like a dream.” Shelly tested her binding and found that she would not be able to escape and she found that the thought was not entirely unwelcome. With the ropes, she always thought that she could always get away with a bit of effort. This thing, however, truly made her helpless. Shelly decided to keep struggling a bit, more to entice Eric than to try and get away. “Well, when do I get my special present?” Shelly pouted. Eric smiled, “When you finish with this one. You haven’t finished unwrapping it yet.” A puzzled look flooded Shelly’s face as Eric peeled away the tissue paper lining the box to reveal a whole collection of items underneath. “Nooooo. . .” the blonde moaned as he held up a red ballgag. “Oh yes, honey,” Eric grinned, “You must wear everything in the box before I can take it off you.” Shelly was foxed and she knew it. Bound as she was, he could force her into wearing everything or she could just let him do it and get his Christmas Eve fun, a present to him from her, though one that she hadn’t planned on in the least. She opened her mouth and Eric eased the gag into it, tightening the straps behind her head. Next, Eric pulled out a black leather collar complete with sparkling chrome rings and buckles. Gently, Eric pulled her curly blonde hair away, kissing her neck tenderly before fastening the collar. Gently, Shelly’s husband embraced her from behind and began to massage her breasts through the costume. A warm rush of pleasure coursed through Shelly as she stood there bound and helpless to stop his touch as she found herself moaning through the gag. “I love you too,” Eric whispered as he kissed her on her cheek before returning to her present. Eric pulled from the box a long, silver chain with which he quite gleefully fastened onto her collar. The black leather ankle cuffs came next as well as a short chrome bar that spread her legs apart. As he secured her even more, Shelly could hear him humming ‘Deck the halls’. Shelly felt a gentle tug on her leash as Eric pulled it down, forcing her to bend over. Eric made sure that his wife didn’t fall over as he pulled the leash taut and fastened it to her spreader bar. When he had made sure she was stable, he stepped back and grabbed the camera. Eric couldn’t understand what Shelly was saying through her gag, but he was sure that it wasn’t full of Christmas cheer. However, she looked the perfect blonde angel in her Santa Claus outfit and all the bondage trimmings. Shelly struggled before the camera but Eric thought it was more for keeping her balance than trying to escape. Finally, her moans and writhing became too much for him and Eric put down the camera to indulge in some unwrapping of his own. Stepping around in back of her, he began to massage her breasts again and slowly easing the front of her red costume down until she was exposed. Though she was not huge on top, she was ample, with large pale areolas. Her nipples were already stiff from Eric’s earlier attentions and now, the seemed to ache with pleasure as her pinched and rolled them gently. Bent over as she was, Shelly could feel this erection against her ass as she playful ground herself back against him. “Have you been a good Santa’s helper?” Eric asked. “Uh-huuuuh,” Shelly answered through her gag, nodding her head. “Well, let’s see what presents we can find for you.” Shelly moaned as she felt Eric’s finger trace around her slit. She knew it was damp as he pulled the thong aside and eased his finger into her. Slowly, he caressed between her lips, careful not to touch her swollen clit. Eric could feel her frustration but did little to assuage it. Quickly Eric slid out of his glittery thong and positioned himself behind his wife. Shelly felt him untie her thong and grasp her hips. Then, she felt utter bliss as he eased himself inside of her. Shelly matched her husband’s thrusts as he rocked her back towards him. The waves of pleasure began to build up inside her and she found herself moaning loudly into her gag. Normally, she was fairly quite but the gag seemed to have an effect on her, like a cork in a shaken-up bottle of Champaign. All of her inhibitions seemed to raging inside of her, unable to escape, building the rapture inside of her. Faster and faster Eric thrusted himself into Shelly, his own pleasure building and building. His wife bucked and writhed, screaming into her gag. Eric had never seen his wife so animalistic before, like a captured lioness. A white-hot whirlwind of pure bliss roared through Shelly as her orgasm completely engulfed her. Again and again, her soul was crushed with wave after wave of pleasure until she felt him thrust himself fully into her and hold while spraying his cum into her. She grasped him, milking him until she felt him soften. Without undoing her bindings, Eric eased her onto the couch and nestled in beside her. She felt totally at ease in his arms and was not in any rush to have him release her. The lay there, his fingers slowly caressing her as he kissed her gently. “I think, my love,” Eric smiled, “we have found a knew Christmas tradition.”

Walking the Line

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

Even though Amber looked peaceful resting on her deck chair, she was anything but. The blonde felt as if every nerve inside of her was a live, sparking wire. She was planning another adventure tonight after the sun had set and the blues and purples of twilight had taken over her back yard. She had everything she needed in a canvas tote beside her; handcuffs, blindfold, leather straps, a black leather ball gag, nipple clamps, vibe, locks and a large ring of keys. Also coiled on top was a thirty-some-odd foot clothes line that she had prepared for this evening. She had checked everything several times and now all that was left to do was wait.

Wrath 1

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

Chapter 1

‘O-T-H-E-L-L-O’

Rachel penciled in another answer to her crossword puzzle. Right now she should have been enjoying the company of her husband, sharing breakfast and fighting over who would read the morning comics first. This was to be their first morning of a full week off for them just to enjoy themselves for once. A week of just selfishness between her and Bill. However, some emergency came up at Bill’s law firm and he had to take a flight to Pittsburgh, leaving her alone with a week of nothing planed and nothing to do. Just then, the phone rang.

Wrath 2

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

(story continues from Wrath 1)

Chapter 2

The vibrator hummed within Rachel as she leaned forward, her hands taped behind her back. She could smell her friend Cindy’s arousal; Rachel’s nose was mere inches from her friends’ pussy. Rachel could feel Cindy grind her hips against the chain that held Rachel down. Even blindfolded, Rachel knew that the chain that ran from her collared neck was somehow lasciviously connected to her blonde friend’s slit.

Wrath 3

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

(story continues from Wrath 2)

Chapter 3

The stranger’s words kept echoing in Cindy’s ears. Word’s such as ‘cattle-prod’ and ‘whip’. Already her nipples were sore from this stranger’s torment and she could more than imagine the amount of pain this man could inflict. Cindy did not want to find out any more than she already had. With some effort, the bound blonde slowly began to inch her way across the living room carpet hogtied and whimpering in tears.

Wrath 4

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

(story continues from Wrath 3)

Chapter 4

The intruder looked down at his two bound lovelies and grinned. This weekend was going to be better than he had anticipated, but it was going to take a few more days to get the women ready for his client. After the girls had their lunch, he was going to have to call his client and let him know what was going on and what few changes might have to be made to their plans.