Note: This is a work of fiction, any bearing on people or places is purely coincidental. Part 1: Captured The evening was quite warm that February night, as I was woken up by a strange sound from outside. I wouldn’t have woke up if it wasn’t so warm, but the heat from the city streets outside was making it so hard to relax. I got up and went to the kitchen, with all the heat I was thirsty, and I was so lonely, what with my boyfriend breaking up with me last night. Ok, so I admit it, I was angry, but we were starting to drift apart, and we weren’t seeing things “eye to eye” as it were. The cold air from the fridge was so comforting, I took a moment to absorb the coolness, and then I took out the iced tea I had prepared earlier that evening. I went to the patio and looked out at the city, my apartment was on the 10th floor of the Jacobs building, I could see the outskirts of the city from here, and it was so beautiful there. You could see the mountains on a clear cool night, with the full moon shining down upon the majestic sides of that wonderful place. I was wondering what the noise was that woke me up, when something hard hit me on the back of the head, the last thing I remember was falling to the ground and seeing a shadow move into view. ...

“Master, please use me for your pleasure, I beg of you. Ravish me, master”, I plead pouting my lips, knowing that you cannot resist. “Very good, Erica,” you murmur, stroking my hair again. “You are learning to obey.” “Thank you, Master,” I whisper, grateful. The experience feels so different from the rest of my world where I am always in control. It is hard to imagine that only two hours ago, I was leaving the office perfectly dressed and taking a taxi to this tryst with my lover. One moment, Erica, executive officer, aloof and reserved, with people hardly daring to approach me. Now I kneel naked and chained at my lovers feet knowing I have no choice but to obey his commands. Seeking once again the ultimate release from myself at his firm hands. ...

Chapter 1 – The Hot Christmas Paul and I have been married ten years and have two children. It’s a good marriage – no dramas. We like each other and Paul is an easygoing kind of guy. On this particular day, it had been a blazing hot Australian Christmas, the start of a two-week holiday for both of us. Paul and his friend Steve had been drinking cold beers all day. It was late evening and our two little ones were finally blissfully asleep in their beds. We sat sprawled around the pool, imbibing more alcohol and generally just chilling out. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure)_ Chapter 2 – The House of Indulgence Steve opened the door. A wide, joyful smile crossed his face, “Hi folks – come in.” I may have been imagining it, but his voice seemed to contain a faint thread of relief at seeing us. “What’ll you have? The bar’s open.” He led us to a beautiful light open area in the house – marble floors and a glass-topped table surrounded by deeply cushioned rattan chairs. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure 2)_ Chapter 3 – Turning up the Heat I lay there, still gently swinging in deep space. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, every thought banished. It felt almost transcendent. It felt like, just for a moment, I’d touched the deep, dark pulsing life force itself. Paul was still gently holding my head and looking down into my face. Steve was now spread out on one of the other mattresses, his beautiful body languid and satisfied. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure 3)_ Chapter 4 – Staged Desire Once in the safe haven of my room, I flung myself on the bed and lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. My pussy still ached and stung and the memory of recent events replayed in my head like a film reel. I’d been used, abused and humiliated – yet the breath caught in my throat as I re-lived those erotic experiences. The look of desire on the men’s faces, their urgency, the way they were both so totally turned on and hot for me – those images, those feelings still coursed through me. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 4: Staged Desire)_ Chapter 5 – Sexy Memories I lay there for some time, just appreciating the night sky. The pool and the night air had cooled me. I felt relaxed, languid. Suddenly, I caught sight of some movement – a figure in the darkness. My heart began to race. I was still mostly naked, wearing only a damp G-string. My sexy velvet dress lay in a crumpled heap on the deck. Before I’d had a chance to stir, the figure was beside me – close enough to make out a face – Steve. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 5: Sexy Memories)_ Chapter 6 - Decadence Dave poured me the same sweet drink I’d enjoyed the day before. I loved the engulfing warmth as I sipped it. I loved the way it relaxed me. I sat down beside him on the sofa. His hand rested on my thigh and he looked into my eyes. “This is our little secret Kristin,” he said gravely, “Other people wouldn’t understand.” ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 6: Decadence)_ Chapter 7 – My Inner Whore Discovered My heart was racing and my breath coming more rapidly as Steve opened the door to his private heaven. As I entered the now familiar interior, I was again hit with the sweet smell of incense and the sight of the sensually decorated interior. It was still provocatively lit with softly glowing red lamps. I heard a click as he closed the door behind us. Almost at once, his lips found mine in a long, lingeringly passionate kiss – while a hand explored my butt. ...

You greet me at the bathroom door. You’re dressed in a short tank top that just barely covers your full breasts, and a pair of panties. You already look ravishing. Wordlessly, you step back and wait until I remove my clothes, then, as per our previous arrangement (you are not allowed to say anything)–you hold out your hands to me, wrist against wrist. I reach into a bag I’ve brought with me and remove a small length of soft cord. I wrap it around your wrists. ...

Changed 1 He had seen the girl several times, usually she was with a group of other youngsters, but once or twice he had seen her walking out toward Tillham on her own. She was, he guessed in her late teens, not a stunning beauty but fair enough, her shoulder length blonde hair usually in a ponytail. It was really a spur of the moment thing, not planned beyond a bit of daydreaming, but when opportunity occurred he seized it. ...

The notion of being tied up had always held a strange fascination for Lauren, although until now her curiosity had lain dormant within her. Now, however, when the hint of an opportunity to actually participate arose, something stirred within her & she found herself desperately hoping that she was going to be able to experience firsthand something that had so far been merely a flight into fantasy. The nineteen year old slim, attractive brunette was staying the weekend at the home of two of her old school friends, Jade & Jasmine. Their parents were away for a few days, so the identical twins had invited Lauren to stay over until Monday at their house in the country. Not so much a house really, as a small mansion, with old creaking stairs, rambling corridors, cellars, an attic, & more rooms than Lauren had ever bothered to count. The house was set in several acres of its own grounds & boasted an orchard & a walled garden. Reached only by a long driveway from the road, the idyllic setting was peaceful, isolated & secluded. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage) Part 2 Lauren stopped and looked up at the old house with some trepidation. It was more than six months since she’d last been here, but the memories of what had occurred over those two days were etched indelibly into her mind, and would forever remain so. The house and surrounding grounds were almost exactly as Lauren remembered them, except that now the first green buds and shoots of spring had been replaced with the russet brown, red and yellow hues of autumn. The setting was peaceful and remote; idyllic in fact. But for the twenty year old female making her way up the long driveway, the sight of this rambling building, with its uneven tiles, crooked chimneys and ivy-clad brickwork, held mixed emotions. For it was here that her friends – the twins Jasmine and Jade – had subjected her to an ordeal that, she had assumed at the time, was to read as the final chapter to her short life on earth. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 2) Part 3 Lauren peered out through the tiny peep holes of the leather hood and sighed contentedly. The dim light from the single dusty bulb that hung from the ceiling cast shadows around the cellar, revealing only vague images and blurred outlines in the junk filled space beyond. Nothing moved and there was no sound, save for Lauren’s low breathing, which of necessity had to be through her nose alone. It must have been an hour or so since the twins had taken their leave and returned to the upstairs world, leaving Lauren to while away her time in a state of immobilised solitude. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 3) Part 4 A shiver surged up Lauren’s spine. But in stark contrast to the warm jolts of pleasure that had been coursing through her not much more than an hour ago, this shudder brought with it an icy chill and was born out of gut-wrenching fear. And if the nervous vibes given off by Jade and Jasmine were anything to go by, as they squirmed against their bonds in the tightly compacted space in which all three were trapped, it seemed that they too were experiencing the same levels of dread as their co-captive. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 4) Part 5 The party of three men and their female companion walked – casually, it seemed – over the low sand hills towards the spot where Lauren’s and the twins’ heads poked out of the ever diminishing strip of beach. When they reached a point around ten feet away from the three stricken young women, the men stopped, leaving Amber to approach on her own. Lauren watched as the black boots of the dominatrix approached and halted right by her head; so close, in fact, that the scent of the leather mingled with the salty air. As she moved, the soft creaking of Amber’s skin-tight latex cat-suit was audible over the crashing waves that were only a few feet away now… and getting nearer by the second. Amber looked down at her three helpless captives, a smile on her face as she surveyed the mayhem that – it was now obvious – had all been part of her devious plan. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 5) Part 6 Lauren sighed contentedly and curled up under the duvet. The warm bedding she’d been snuggled up in for the past few hours was in stark contrast to her experience of the night before, and she was grateful for the sense of security and wellbeing that she could now savour. It was still dark outside, although the first signs that daybreak was imminent could be seen peeping through the gaps between the curtains. Her vision, however, as she gazed out into the twilight of the bedroom, was not as sharp as it would have been under normal circumstances. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 6) Part 7 It seemed as if the world and everything in it had suddenly disappeared. Was this what it felt like to die? There had been a split second when the squeal of brakes had coincided with a swift slow down in the vehicle’s momentum… then nothing. Well, perhaps not quite nothing. The rain seemed to still be falling onto her face and spandex covered body and legs. And there was a soft whimpering sound from close by. There was no pain, but as she tentatively stretched her limbs, Lauren found that she was still unable to move. She was most definitely still in a state of very strict restraint, she concluded. So that meant that either she had died and gone to some sort of heaven for bondage addicts… or else she had somehow survived what seemed like an almost inevitable collision. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. All that met her gaze was a sea of blackness. For a second or two, she could make out nothing in what seemed like an endless dark void. But then she sensed this black whatever-it-was moving slightly. As her eyes focused, it became apparent that the blackness wasn’t quite so all-encompassing as it had first appeared, but seemed to have a slight shine or shimmer to it; as if some source of light, however faint, was bouncing off it. And then there was the smell; that familiar aroma of latex. Lauren cast her eyes upwards slightly, just as a low moan of anguish reached her ears from somewhere close at hand. ...

(story continues from Ever Increasing Bondage 7) Part 8 Cautiously, the figure resumed his journey into the depths of the cellar. It was obvious to Lauren, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, that he hadn’t yet seen her but had been made aware of someone’s presence by her unintentional yet stifled cry. She realised now that this part of the room where she lay, not far from the corner where Amber had been tethered, was in shadow, and that her view into the light was much clearer than his must have been peering into the darkness. He took a few steps further until he was standing in the middle of the room, directly beneath the only source of light, and to Lauren’s surprise she noted that he was dressed from the neck downwards in tight black spandex that shimmered slightly as he moved. It was, she knew immediately, a cat-suit almost identical to her own. She gasped again and without thinking shifted her position on the floor, and these two actions combined seemed to alert the unexpected visitor to her whereabouts. Cautiously, he took a couple of steps in the direction of what must have seemed like a wriggling, murmuring bundle in the shadows. ...

Rosita Wright almost felt like Lara Croft when she finally found the jungle green starting to thin out and she could hear the waves nearby. After so many days it seemed of battling past hordes of creepy crawlies that tried to go where not required the young woman appeared to be close to the end of her goal. Examining this remote island off Borneo’s northern coast that apparently nobody from the West had ever visited. Quite why this could be Rosie, as she’d always preferred during college didn’t know. All the pilot who’d dropped her off a month ago said was he’d assumed it was because the place was much smaller than the islands in the main part of the chain, only about 40 square miles. Those teemed with the wildlife that kept all the naturalists agog with wonder, so this place, last in the line and much further out had been forgotten about until now. ...