Sarah awoke to the sound of her alarm clock at about 8:00 in the morning. As she stirred in her bed, she opened her eyes to the glare of the summer sun coming through her window. She moved to the end and turned off the clock, and headed for the shower. Her eyes still felt heavy after just getting up and figured a hot shower might help her wake up. She had been out at a friend’s house the night before and had a little too much to drink, she was still a little wobbly. She climbed into the shower and turned it on hot, she loved the way the water came out when she did this, warm at first, and steadily got hotter and hotter. She just stood there in the shower for a few minutes, letting the waster flow off of her, as the steam began to rise; she grabbed her wash cloth and her shower gel and set to work slowly lathering her entire body. She began by putting a rather large amount in her hair and working it into tangle of lathery bubbles. She then proceeded to simply pour the gel on her body, letting it slide and down her breasts and body, the slimy feeling always had a way of making her feel good. She then began to work it up and down her body, until it was completely covered in the suds. She stood under the hot water again; gently rubbing her breasts and moving her hands up and down her body. ...

Part 2: Who’s Counting. “Richard? Is there anything I can do to help you? You seem a little distracted”. One of the attractive young women who worked in my office was leaning over the cubicle wall with a concerned look on her face. She wore a tight white blouse with a short navy skirt. Even from where she stood I could smell her fragrance. ‘There are plenty of things you could do,’ I thought. ‘But none of them are really suitable for office time’. I fantasised a lot about the girls who worked here. Rather than compete with each other in terms of sexy clothes or grooming, they seemed to naturally somehow fall into a similar look. The kind of look that you might see all around you, but never have for the taking. I winced at the thought. ...

(story continues from Joe & Tami) Part 2 “Now stop that you have had enough fun for one day its time for bed.” Joe said his voice light with laughter at her reaction. “You wouldn’t like this at all. Isn’t that what you said?” Joes asked her as he removed the gag. “Oh hush I was wrong ok. Can I please stay like this for a little longer?” Tami begged. “Nope its time for bed and you need your sleep.” Joe finished undoing her and helped her stand. Joe took her arm and started to lead her to towards the study. ...

My victim, I just love that term victim. It is so dehumanizing making this abusive act more of a degrading anti-social experience. I realize that “my victim” is not receiving near the emotional or physical enjoyment that I am, but I don’t give a shit. Strapped to the bench, pantyhose shining, legs raised and drawn back high over the shoulders, and red high heels sticking up in the air like pikes to hold back an attack my victim looked great. Those pikes will be of no help. ...

Chris did the best he could to keep moving up the hill through the thick woods. He wore a thick shirt and jeans which was good in the terrain but it was getting very warm and he was sweating and getting dehydrated. The robots were following him and getting closer. They had already shot him with a dart about an hour earlier that released small nanites, tiny robots, into his bloodstream. They were already multiplying and making some changes to his body, most noticeably that his penis had become rock hard and the urge to simply stop and masturbate was almost overwhelming. As soon as he was clear of the robots he could take the time, but not yet. But it was a major distraction and it prevented him from running too much. ...

I awoke to a back-rub and her voice in a whisper, “It’s time to wake up, my boy.” I rolled over in half-consciousness on the bed and cracked an eye open. It was dark. If it weren’t for the table lamp on her side of the bed, the only light that would’ve entered the bedroom would be star-light and a couple of house lights across the street. Even then, the dimmer on the lamp was set to ’low'. ...

I awoke to a back-rub and her voice in a whisper, “It’s time to wake up, my boy.” I rolled over in half-consciousness on the bed and cracked an eye open. It was dark. If it weren’t for the table lamp on her side of the bed, the only light that would’ve entered the bedroom would be star-light and a couple of house lights across the street. Even then, the dimmer on the lamp was set to ’low'. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter 1: Don’t Take Candy From Strangers Jessica shifted slightly in her chair, sitting a few feet away from the three men who had contacted her about a job. “Ms. Darling, we have a rather special problem we would like you to solve for us,” Mr. Grey Suit Number 1 began. “No doubt you’ve been hearing through your contacts within the media of the various celebrities who have gone missing or otherwise disappeared over these past several months.” ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 1 Chapter 2: You Call This ‘Model Behaviour’? Jessica thought it was a little odd when Antonia mentioned she had reserved a limo to take Jessica to the gala, especially since the winery’s banquet facilities on the estate was only about a mile away from the house. But given the tightness of Jessica’s skirt and the somewhat limited mobility it and the corset allowed, she understood as Antonia and helped her settle into the car and send her on her way. ...

Holly carefully heated the nylon rope knot over the stove. She got it hot enough to be sticky, but not catch fire. That’s just right, now the knot can never be untied. She was tired of the knot slipping or opening when she was playing ‘her game’. Six loops will easily fit her wrists. When she slide a zip-tie over the loops, it made a perfect cinch that would hold her hands comfortably without release until she cut the zip with the side cutters. She made a similar loop for her ankles. ...

It was Saturday night and Lisa had agreed to be my slave. While she showered, I carefully picked out what I wanted her to wear. I relaxed on the bed while I watched her dress. First was the garter belt and stockings, then the G-string panties and a lacy bra that showed her nipples. A pair of low heeled shoes, a white blouse and a short black skirt just reaching her stockings completed her clothing. The last few items were wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar and blindfold and her penis gag. Once she had those on, I locked the buckles of the cuffs, then locked the d-rings of the wrist cuffs together behind her with a short length of chain, and locked her gag. I attached a leash to her collar and led her outside through the back door. ...

This story contains violence (m/f, shrinking, eating) if you do not like this type of story then read no further… It was a Friday night and a few of the cheerleading squad where at one of the girls house having a little get together. “He hit you again, Paula?” said Michelle. “Yea, Scott was pissed that I wouldn’t deep throat him.” “What an asshole”, Kelly said. “I know what you mean”, stated Toni, “last week Todd smacked me around because I was out with you guys.” ...

This story contains violence (m/f, shrinking, eating) if you do not like this type of story then read no further… It was a Friday night and a few of the cheerleading squad where at one of the girls house having a little get together. “He hit you again, Paula?” said Michelle. “Yea, Scott was pissed that I wouldn’t deep throat him.” “What an asshole”, Kelly said. “I know what you mean”, stated Toni, “last week Todd smacked me around because I was out with you guys.” ...

I was really glad to be working on the set of what was sure to be a blockbuster movie! The movie was going to be called “Revenge of the 60-Foot Woman .” Some totally new computer technology was being used to make the film–whatever it was, it must’ve been cutting edge, because it was kept under wraps. Only a select few of the crew had access to the restricted set. ...

My owner. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I wonder what my life would have been like if you had not adopted me to be your pet. Relationships. Millions of people across the country looking the members of the opposite sex over, looking for one-night stands, or weak, short-term romances. Some even look for a long, happy marriage, but all it takes is one night of intense emotions. One night where a spouse’s feelings of anger, selfishness, or even boredom are greater than their love for their partner, and the relationship they are trying to have. The only thing holding many of these… relationships, together is intercourse. Sex. It’s powers of lust have destroyed entire empires, as it flaunts it’s temptations in front of those with too much time on their hands, or those with too many hands and not enough time. When it is over though, one participant may decide that it wasn’t good enough, and may just get up and leave the next morning, never to be seen or heard from again, at least not from the same boy or girl. There is nothing in the relationship that restrains them. ...

Tyler had just walked into his house after a long day at work. He kicked off his shoes and casually took off his shirt, leaving just his jeans and socks on. Tyler always kept his house a little warm so that he could lounge around comfortably, but with his shirt off, he noticed that the house was a little cooler than he expected. As he made his way into the kitchen, he glanced to his right, into the dining room, and noticed the cause for the subtle chill in the house; the side window was left open. As quickly as his mind wondered at how or why the window had been opened, the answer made itself known to him, in the form of a gun being pressed into his back and a feminine, yet serious voice telling him not to move. ...

In all my years as a locksmith I have seen many weird things. So I thought I would write some of then down before I forgot them. Part 1 My first unusual experience was with a very beautiful young woman in her early 20’s. She came in to the shop with her coat over her hands. The shop was kind of busy so she set down and waited for the other people to clear out. I asked her if I could help her while I was still working on the last customer before her. She said she would wait. ...

Summary: A college girl makes the mistake of showing her psychological vulnerability around the subject of chains. Author’s note: This story was a request from Anna in Russia, who seems to like chains. It was the beginning of summer vacation. Eight girls had split the costs of renting a huge beach house on a secluded inlet off the Long Island shore for the entire season. There were so many of the girls’ classmates summering nearby, male and female, that the beach town felt like an endless college party. ...

Inspire by The Art of Escape by Tyjord - Dedicated to Laura Feline (now retired from the scene) (Click on images to view larger pictures, will open in seperate window). “Good morning, gorgeous” The words made Pauline jump. Her head spun around to see her lover Laura leaning against the wall. Pauline had just enjoyed a shower and was walking out of the bathroom, singing a song to herself. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Pauline asked. ...

I have always had my lady bondage model. It was pretty specific she could be tied and anyway the person wanted. She would always be in satin bikini panties. Which was my big turn on. We had many people bind and gag her many ways in panties or full dress. She made a few extra bucks and got tied and gagged by many. One day I came home from work grabbed a beer and was about to sit down and watch the news. She walked up to me and said, “Honey I booked a shoot”. ...