Finally I was there after a two hours drive. I could see the house at the bottom of the mountains, in a very reclusive place. At least he gave good indications because it’s almost impossible to find it at the end of a dead end road. As I approached, the house was a one floor building with wings, it seemed well kept. I parked my car in front, you couldn’t see the back, a high fence blocking the view. ...

Chapter 1 - Sunrise I decided to come to this small park to relax. It was just in front of the big luxury apartment building where I lived, a big skyscraper. One could say I was quite lucky to have this area just across the street because, in such a big city, there was not a lot of green space anymore. To me, it was vital to be able to go to a place where I could just sit down to smell and hear the remainder of nature. ...

Continues from chapter two_ ### Chapter 3: Slavery is Surprising Helpless and alone Slavery is her path now Will she be pleasing? He watched her on the closed-circuit TV monitor, slowly squirming in her bondage. She writhed more to feel her restraints than to try to escape. He looked at her body, glowing in the green light amplification, and marveled at the surgeon’s skill at constructing her. He thought about the countless hours of exercise that went into maintaining that construct. If some god had granted him a wish in which to create the most pleasing woman he could imagine, May would be the one. ...

Who is she, really? Will she learn what’s in her heart? But then, who is he? Chapter 1: The Capture of the Prize Laying her brush down, she checked her make-up, smoothed her long, straight, platinum blonde hair, smiled at the artful job she’d done on her appearance and wondered if Carlos, her current lover would even notice anything but her tits. Ready to drive to the club to meet him, she turned to pick up her clutch bag that lay on the bed. As she straightened up, an arm encircled her waist and his other hand clamped tightly over her lips, holding her jaw closed with his fingers. Feeling her inhale to scream, her captor jerked her up off the floor, pulled his arm much tighter around her midsection and dropped her a few inches, forcing her breath out of her lungs. Before she could adjust, he did it again pushing even more air from her lungs. ...

Continues from chapter one_ ### Chapter 2: A Dark Existence She waits, uncertain what her slavery will bring and who demands it. Wrapped in her cocoon of bondage after being kidnapped from her home, May wondered who had ordered her abduction. She’d been driven around for a long time now and recognized that the vehicle had stopped. She speculated whether this was a stop for gas or their destination. As she wondered, she barely felt the needle slide into the side of her buttocks, and moments later her musings turned into dreams as she was carried into her new world that would be both her home, and prison. ...

Continues from chapter four_ ### Chapter 5: Desires vs. Reality Motivated now She accepts the discipline So she can please him “All right, rest now” For the remainder of the morning May had paced off what seemed like miles of measured steps in a hobble skirt and five and a half-inch stiletto heels. Duke had removed her leash and walked behind her giving her verbal directions. Occasionally he would reach up and tickle her ribs, or lightly pinch the sides of her tits as a distraction, but for the most part he helped her form a mental map of her new living quarters. ...

Continues from chapter three_ ### Chapter 4: Her Groom Sleeping bound and gagged, she wakes stiff but excited, because he returned. Her dreams transcended all reality, vivid and surreal. She dreamed of her captor but not of the man that now owned her. He was making her do things that she never dreamed she could manage. Doing whatever he required of her made her nipples ache with pleasure, her body glow with anticipation and her pussy vibrate and quake with tiny jolts of desire. She never wanted to wake up from this dream but someone was removing the straps holding her to the massage table. ...

Part 1: The Mulligan …The old saying “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it!” certainly came to mind with my request for less than gentle treatment from my masculine lover Jim - he himself a neighbor that had easily dominated my submissive husband before eventually claiming my body and heart as his. Recently divorced Jim - and I - had temporarily repurposed my husband as our chauffeur as Jim courted me on three alone dates, my foolish husband suggesting and even manipulating me into this adultery for reasons that defy logic, at least on casual inspection. Jim had then made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed by busying him with several tasks not necessarily suited to a chauffeur, our need for one going forward now suspect. For that alone I would have willingly done anything Jim could dream up, even without the promised over the top passion such a man could provide… ...

“Doctor Trunklemire, I’m certain that I can find this new species.” “Miss Francisco, all you have are rumors. And not very well substantiated ones at that. I am hesitant to let you go forward with this. At first glance it looks like a fool’s fantasy.” “I am aware that there is little to go on here. But I have received this information from someone in whom I place a great deal of trust. They have also told me that they have seen for themselves further evidence to lend support to the rumors. Unfortunately, they are not able to provide any direct samples or even pictures, but they assure that the arachnids do indeed exist.” ...

“Holy shit, man! You’re never gonna freakin’ believe this! Let’s get a table near the back. I know there’s no one here, but I don’t need anyone else hearing this. Yes, way in the back. I’m telling you, man, this really happened! True story! Okay, okay! I’m calming down. Do you have that thing on? I want to get all this down before I forget any of it. Although I don’t think I’m gonna forget this for a long time.” ...

I decided to surprise my girlfriend by becoming a bound sex toy for her. I knew her parents were in Europe for vacation and that she had the house to herself. So I was able to get into their house and her bedroom. I brought with me a bag of sex toys… silk scarves, vibrator, butt plug, chastity device and a sexy french maid costume for my girlfriend Jane to wear for me. My girlfriend would be home in about an hour, so I quickly removed my clothes except for my silk boxers. ...

Continues from chapter six Chapter 7 - Every Me Every You “I don’t care. What is the difference?” I was there, sitting on my bed, and before me, there were two identical girly latex cats. After abusing my traumatized body for the past two hours, they removed their perforated blindfold, and I finally could tell which one was who. I tried to explain all over again what my point was. I was tricked into thinking that Erika was Kitty and that it may not have been the same if I had known the truth right off the bat. Erika didn’t want to hear about it and tried to hammer some sense into this thick skull of mine. ...

After being a no-call/no-show at work for three days, one of my bodyguards finally tracked my secretary to a hotel downtown. He called me and I said I’d be there shortly. When I arrived, he met me out in the hall. Starting to push my way passed him, the Paramedics came out of her room pushing someone on their rescue-gurney. As they passed, I saw it was Ginger, and she looked like she was in bad shape. ...

I think Techie knew it would happen: namely her being on display as a serving slave for me (Techster) and six of my friends as we watched a soccer game. It started off when she asked to see how bondage mitts felt. Of course I accommodated her wishes, but before she could say a word I pulled the laces tight, locked the straps around her wrists, using the small clips and chain her hands were bound behind her back. ...

Not many vehicles come down here. Especially at night. I walked out to see who it was. The car was stopped with its parking lights on. As I walked toward it a spotlight came on, blinding me. I instinctively put my hands up to shield my eyes. The passenger door opened and a voice said, “Stop right there and put your hands all the way up.” It was a woman’s voice. I don’t get newspapers or the internet out here but I had a radio. I was pretty sure I knew who they were. I put my hands up. ...

“Ah! Done!” “Good Job, Tracy!” Tracy let her hammer fall on the stripped floor of the basement. She sat down on it and spread her legs open, resting her tired calves. The small girl was wearing dirty construction shoes and a pair of jeans that have seen better days. Her Zelda T-shirt was not in much better shape. But yet, she still looked cute in the eyes of her girlfriend, April. ...

Part 1 It has been a troubling year to say the least. My name is Cara, and I am writing this after a string of unfortunate events which I thought I would share with you. So lets start this in the usual way. I am 32, I am athletic, small chested, 5’ 7” tall with longish legs. I tend to dress on the edgy side of acceptable but am basically a weak fumbling woman just trying to make it through life with enough to enjoy it just a little bit. I am single and not really looking for anything serious now as I have just changed my job, I will start the story from just before something happened that changed me for good. ...

The First Time I’ve known I was kinky since before my hormones started revving up, before menarche. I didn’t know the word “kinky” at the time and I didn’t know that I wasn’t alone. But I knew that I was excited about ropes and the idea of being tied up. Luckily, I’m part of the Internet Generation, and all sorts of information and pictures and advice are available. And don’t make me laugh about nanny filters. My parents weren’t part of the Internet Generation and couldn’t set up a barrier I couldn’t get through or around. ...

Part One - Mouse Trap Mousey LaBlaunche closed her eyes and tried to remember how she had ended up here– here being naked in a room full of rather dirty and foul-smelling men. One of those men was lying on his back with his knees bent over the end of a strangely-shaped long stone table while Mousey squatted over him and bounced up and down on his prick. As she bounced others, gathered around the table, clapped in time to her thrusts. In the darkness around her she could hear additional men shouting and other women screaming. ...

Mistress looks at slave with a scowl on Her face, which slave knows is not good. He is a little taken back because he does not know what he might have done to put that look on Mistress’s face. Mistress does not say a word and takes slave to the bondage closet. In it is a single back chair with the seat in the shape of a Y. This allows slave’s ass to be readily accessible. That is the only piece of furniture in the room. There is also a camera in the upper corner focused on the chair and an infrared light. This allows the room to be darkened but with just enough of a red hue for the camera to function. Mistress likes to see Her slave suffer. ...