Tyjord

Part 1 Alexandra applauded, almost giddy over the last minute goal, as the conquering hero skated in her direction. She stood up and waved from behind the plexiglass barricade that separated her front row seat from the action on the ice. Suddenly, Alexandra winced as number 23 leaned back sharply, sending a wave of ice crystals pelting against the clear shield in front of her. Looking around in embarrassment, Alexandra saw that most, if not all of the people in the sparsely populated stadium, had not noticed the blatant display of bravado. She turned back to the ice just in time to see the devilish grin that had melted her heart on so many occasions. But this time, Alexandra made a mental note of this incident, filling it away even as she went back to cheering for her boyfriend. ...

Day 1 “Adam?” The woman said in surprise, clutching her robe tightly around her with one hand as she held the door partially open with the other. “Uhm, hullo Fiona.” The young man answered as he stood in the hallway. His eyes dropped nervously as he noticed her state of attire. “What are you doing here, Adam?” “I’m sorry to bother you at your flat like this…” “You know I like to keep my work and private life separate. I’ve made no secret of that.” ...

Andrea shifted slightly on the sofa as her brother stormed through the door. Her eyes darted back and forth from the pages of the book she was reading to the out of breath boy. “Rough Friday, freshman?” “What?” Aaron asked, startled by the question. He had not seen his sister sitting there when he walked in. Quickly, the boy stripped off his lightweight jacket, throwing it over a nearby chair, and began to ascend the staircase leading to the top floor of the house. ...

The sound woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from another uncomfortable night. Of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains which held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago. ...

(story continues from One Kink At A Time) 8 8 One Kink At A Time Part Two by Tyjord One Kink At A Time Part 2 by Tyjord Once you are completely empty, I thoroughly clean you and then lead you, trembling, into my bedroom. Weak and humiliated from your enema ordeal, you sit on the bed and offer no resistance as I unlock your wrists, lie you down, and re-lock your hands above your head to the headboard. I go back to the bathroom and clean up, allowing you to rest. When I return, I bring the blindfold with me and place it on the nightstand. Still securely gagged, you look up at me in nervous anticipation of what is next. ...

His eyes flickered open, the drug finally beginning to wear off. Full consciousness and feeling had returned, but he was still groggy and had little control over his muscles. He was aware of the two women moving him around, talking and laughing as they went about their task. He realized that he was naked, but his disorientation dulled any modesty he might have suffered from. He groaned as the women supported him on each side and carried him, legs dragging behind, down a flight of stairs and through aheavy door into what was apparently the basement. The women were moving faster now, noticing that he was coming around. ...

8 8 One Kink At A Time Part One by Tyjord One Kink At A Time Part 1 by Tyjord It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly. I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble, but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping off your clothes. ...