Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand: “Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony” ...

Sam Johnson stared at the letter in his hand: “Dear Mr. Johnson, How unfortunate that you felt the need to testify against Jimmy in the trial, despite our arrangement. I told you that if Jimmy was convicted, your family would pay the price. Well, this letter is to inform you of what that price will be. We currently have possession of a certain wife of yours named Sarah. You may have noticed she didn’t come home on time. We’re going to keep Sarah for as long as Jimmy is behind bars. According to the judge, that’ll be 16 years. Better hope he gets an early parole. If you go to the police with this, I can absolutely guarantee Sarah will never be seen again. See you in 16 years. Tony” ...

In many ways this was the most interesting execution of all. It was scheduled for four o’clock and was to be the last one for the day. Heather had a cell which was isolated from the others so she didn’t know whether they had been come for or not. Heather was as confused as Susan was as to why she was here. She just knew that one day she and her husband had been arrested and taken to jail. She hadn’t participated in her trial, in fact she wasn’t even aware a trial had taken place until she had been informed of the results. Which were that she and her husband were guilty and had both been sentenced to death. Her husband had been given a lethal injection, she was told and was already dead. After that, she didn’t hear the rest of her sentence; she felt already dead herself. ...

Jenny was having the time of her life on her Egyptian vacation. She had spent much of her day enjoying the mummy wing of a local museum, and when she left for dinner, she noticed they seemed to be building an expansion onto the museum. She stopped and asked what was going to be in the new wing. The worker, who didn’t seem to speak English, led her to a tent near the site. Inside an Egyptian man with glasses was examining some plans for the building. ...

Jenny was having the time of her life on her Egyptian vacation. She had spent much of her day enjoying the mummy wing of a local museum, and when she left for dinner, she noticed they seemed to be building an expansion onto the museum. She stopped and asked what was going to be in the new wing. The worker, who didn’t seem to speak English, led her to a tent near the site. Inside an Egyptian man with glasses was examining some plans for the building. ...

“You’re fired!” Lynn said. You had always admired her perky blonde hair, and her nice shape mostly hidden by a striped blue business suit. Many times you had admired her legs as she walked past, and you’d always loved women with wide hips. But she was always acting superior and smug, and always shoving it in your face that she was your boss Today, after everyone had left for the day, she called you into her office, and dressed you down about your failure to file a report, and as you watched her pouty mouth work and her sexy crossed legs, a very odd image ran across your brain. You always hated the way she looked down on you and in that instant as she fired you, you decided to try. It was the perfect revenge, but could it really work? A smile crossed your lips at the idea. ...

We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I wouldn’t have her to torture any longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn’t believed someone like her existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived, she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts, measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I had set out. Within seconds she was asleep. ...

With a sleepy yawn, Sean turned off the TV. He had seen the “Incredible Shrinking Man” many times, but still wanted to watch it, no matter what. With a stretch and another yawn, he padded around the living room, promising himself to get to bed soon. He put away some snacks and then, decided to peer at the stars before heading to bed. The night was cold out on his back porch. He stepped on the dewy grass and took in the view of the millions of stars visible on this clear, cold night. He took a deep breath and then as deeply, exhaled, feeling the cold air enter his lungs, deeply. He shook his head and with sleep stealing over him, padded back into the house, ready for bed. ...

continued from part one Fantasy Unlimited - Part 2 Background Stephen and Gina are a couple in aged in their thirties, reasonably affluent despite a young family and living in the United Kingdom. Strongly heterosexual and happily married they nevertheless have some interesting tastes when it comes to sexual activities. This story takes place on a weekend when the children are away…… Part 2 – The weekend continues - Saturday through Sunday At 8-15am a buzzer woke them and a tannoy they had not previously noticed advised them that breakfast would follow in their rooms at 9.00 as promised. Guests were not to dress but to remain until instructed in their night attire. Finding the filmy black nylon a turn on Stephen soon returned to full erection and whilst they awaited the maids arrival with breakfast the two of them again made love. A light continental breakfast was served by different staff and just before 10.00 cleared away. At five past ten Helen and Claire entered the room. Stephen and Gina were told to take off the nighties and don simple cotton robes. “This morning you are due to receive beauty treatments ready for later on and the gowns are all you need for now. Follow us please” They walked down several corridors to a room labelled “Cosmetic treatments”. Going inside they were taken to different curtained off cubicles. Stephen was seated into a chair with several extendable arms and strap attachments and Helen announced that his legs were first to be prepared. “Do you want to be waxed or would you prefer a cream?” ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Oh boy oh boy what has happened to me. I think I am in trouble, no, I am sure I am in trouble! And I think it will take some time until trouble is over. But that will take time. Why have I lost my mind and walked with open eyes into this situation. I think it was not the right decision to walk into that small shop. It was a boring day. I was downtown to do some shopping without any major goal. And then I walked by this new small shop. The clothing into the window attracted me. I am not sure why this attracted. Maybe it was the shiny view of the clothes, or the smooth fabric. Now I know it is named latex and it can be used for restriction of movement, like I am experiencing now. ...

Part 1: The Arrival The box was finally pried open. All the partygoers leaned forward with their martini and brandy glasses in hand. A slight muffle was heard through all of the styrafoam blocks. The well-dressed man to whom this crate was addressed rummaged through the crate and the styrafoam like a kid rifling through a giant Cracker Jacks box. The guests peered in for a closer look. The gasps were audible as his blue-blooded friends and colleagues focused on the form beyond the foam. ...

The planning was the most audacious shipping plan ever: to send a lovely, beautiful, bound slave packed overseas, to her new and anxious Master. In order to assure the survival and the safety of the precious “cargo”, several procedures must be followed. The container should be made of steel, in order to avoid its interior to be scanned by X-ray machines. The slave should be able to breath in the cargo bay of the aircraft. No movement at all should be allowed to the slave, and she should make no noise. ...

Vikki had known about Marks facesitting fetish for some time now and often carried out the standard sitting and smothering in the confines of the bedroom. It was on his 25th birthday that she decided to surprise him. They often joked in private conversation about Mark being sat on by the girls and women in the student accommodation. Vikki and Mark rented a 3-bed house in an all-girls school complex that was currently occupied by 4 girl students. This provided the ideal scenario for what Vikki wanted to do for Mark. Having a degree in biochemistry, she was not a dim girl and decided to modify a piece of furniture in her spare time. ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest She knew torture would be inevitable when she received her license to kill. So, she faithfully endured the intense mental and physical torment to prepare herself for the worse. But, even the long rigorous months of training could not prepare C.O.N.T.R.O.L. Agent 0038DD, Sheri Stonewall, for the devious torments of Dr. Emila Sinstra. Agent 0038DD lay naked with her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled wide apart. The leather cuffs, buckled tightly around her wrists and ankles, were bolted to the cherry wood floor. Her firm round ass lay atop of a 4-inch-thick stainless steel pressure plate. ...

I love watching you sleep. Lying in the bed, watching you as you rest, your body still, chest rising and falling in that slow, steady beat. It’s intoxicating to watch, just something I adore. Of course, I already adore you as you are. The perfect mate… cooperative, calm, even tempered, gets along well, loving, all while asking for nothing in return. Your life is dedicated to me. That’s why I make sure your bedtimes are extra sweet. ...

You wait impatiently for him to return eager to know what the treat was he had promised you for tonight. You had spent the afternoon as his little pet crawling around on all fours performing for his amusement when he had stood up with a smile and said, “I think you deserve a treat for once.” He took hold of your leash and led you upstairs to the bathroom; before pulling you to your feet and removing your collar before pulling your wrists together behind your back, you felt the cold steel a moment before you heard the click-click of the cuffs snapping shut, then he pushed you into the shower and switched it on. You close your eyes letting the warm water wash over you as he quickly strips down and climbs in with you. ...

You wake up puzzled for a moment until you remember why you cannot move your fingers or straighten your legs. You stare for a moment at ridged leather and metal gloves locked onto your hands before letting your eyes drift to the wide leather straps holding your calves firmly pressed against your thighs. Yawing you roll out of your basket, your hands and knees sinking slightly into the soft mud of your kennel floor as you peer out across the expanse of the garden to your house where he has spent the night asleep in your bed. You shiver slightly as a gentle breeze caresses your naked body. Sitting back on your haunches listening to your stomach rumble you wonder how long it will be before he comes to fetch you inside. You are both hungry and thirsty but there is nothing you can do but wait for him as you stare at the chain running from your wide leather collar to the stake out in the middle of the lawn. ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest A lovely young lady stumbles across a story writing contest sponsored by one of her favorite bondage websites and jumps at the opportunity to win some money and have one of her fantasies translated to live-action. Feverishly, she pens a quick script entitled “The Work-Out,” in which a female fitness instructor who pushes her client too vigorously is punished by being stringently hogtied, gagged and blindfolded, wearing a high-cut, spandex, one-piece thong and left to struggle for an exorbitant amount of time, and she enters it into the contest. ...

Six months. That was how long Samantha had been a resident at the Wensly household. Not as a guest, yet not even as a household worker. Her position here was a specialty… Samantha was the household slave. Not a position she had really wanted, mind you. Rather, it was the result of some rather unfortunate circumstances. Not being able to pay off some bills towards her boss, she had elected the route of becoming an indentured servant… but a few little contract changes and she essentially became the property of Mrs. Wensly, owner of the household. ...

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Terri climbed the massive stone steps that rose toward the entrance of the Institute of Modern Art. Winter had come early this year and had brought with it the first snow of the season. The bitter wind seemed to ignore the multiple layers of clothing she had wrapped tightly around her body. Pushing her way through the revolving door, she was greeted by a pleasant blast of warm air. ...