“Of all the luck” she said, “stuck another night out of town due to American Airlines.” As luck would have it, the airline was having difficulty getting its planes to the right places due to weather, and now Sandra was stuck in her hotel for another night. Her boss immediately said, in a typically English manner, “Stiff upper lip, my dear, we will make the best of it. Go dress up a little, and we will go to dinner.” ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Four Chapter 7: The Proud Pampered Pony Pleases The squeaking of the dinner cart wheels was music to her ears as Irish stood at ‘parade rest’ as she was hungry as well as horny. Mistress Ella entered first dressed in her usual western outfit complete with her ten gallon hat, ornate red and black cowgirl boots and reliable 357 at her side. Christine, following close behind was dressed in full English-style riding gear, highly polished, black leather boots and all. “Very good, Irish Rose, you even managed to get your pony boots and cuffs on all by yourself. That’s great. Maybe we can be the first ones in line this morning.” ...

Note: This is a re-edit from the original version allowing for a longer story, if you’ve already read this chapter you may want to read it again for the changes. Part One Chapter 1: Opportunity Knocks “Okay, people….. Everyone into the media room now!” Christine hated these unscheduled interruptions. She only had two more hours to finish editing her “human interest” story for the News at 6 broadcast. When she stopped to think about it, it annoyed her even more that after a year of internship and six years of reporting that she was still stuck doing fluff stories instead of co-anchoring the news desk. ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Three Chapter 5: Payback’s Not Always a Bitch “Don’t you just love these long-lasting, rechargeable batteries,” said Lilith as she picked up the remote and hit the off button, dangling the keys to the chastity belt on her index finger. “Come here, Irish. Mistress Ella said you needed to use the bathroom and she is busy getting your dinner. Please jump in the shower for a minute while you are in there to get grit and sweat off. You can take a proper shower and wash your hair later. She said to tell you that you have to clean your chastity belt tonight too, first with that antiseptic solution and then with water then use this adapter to recharge it overnight. Now hurry.” ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Five Chapter 8: Chariots and Fire! Ella was chatting with Master Fredricks as they stood in the serving line while Irish half talked with, half interviewed, his ponygirl wife, Windsong. A few moments later, Irish was holding Windsong in her arms as she sobbed softly. Finally, Windsong regained her composure and thanked Irish for being so understanding. “Chicken or beef?” the chef asked Windsong, breaking her somber mood. ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Two Chapter 3: Let the Training Begin “First lesson you have to learn Irish is that you are here to please me. When you are hooked up to a cart, you are to kneel with the handles resting on the ground. That makes it easier for your driver, whoever that may be, to step over the rails and sit down.” No sooner had Ella finished speaking than Irish felt the sting of a riding crop on her left buttocks. Her squeal only came out as a soft whinny and she heard Ella ask, “Why are you still standing, ponygirl? I thought I was quite clear about what was expected and I do so hate to repeat myself. I like to let my crop do my clarifying when necessary.” ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Six Chapter 9: A Special Treat Mistress Ella chained Irish in her stall and Twilight volunteered to help her get her tack off and hung up so that Ella and Christine could go get the dinner cart. Ella secretly slipped Twilight the remote for Irish’s belt and she and Christine headed for the lodge announcing that they would be back in about a half an hour as they wanted to get their paint-splattered clothes into the washing machine before they dried. ...

(story continues from Human Interest)_ Part Seven Chapter 11: I Told You So Ella and Irish found their cart after a brief bathroom break. Many of the teams were already out on the track but Ella assured Irish that she wouldn’t need that much warm up. Ella clipped the handles of the sulky to Irish’s wrist cuffs and Irish started to kneel. Ella grabbed her bridle and said, “Wait. I want you to wear your blinders for the race. Yes, I know most of the teams out there aren’t wearing any and that is a big mistake. Every year there are collisions because a pony will veer left or right as another pony tries to pass and get run into by someone coming up on the other side that they didn’t see. All of the truly experienced drivers know that their ponies run better if they can only see what’s ahead of them. Okay?” ...

Part 1: The Decision (Any coincidence is fictional but is does make one wonder) Devon and Cindy Cash had just finished watching the DVD movie of “The Cell.” As Devon turned the player off Cindy exclaimed. “I want a pet.” Figuring two dogs and gold fish where quite enough. Devon replied. “Are you sure Cin?” while taking a drink of his aged whiskey. “I want a Human Pet!” Devon reaction caused him to drop the remote and choke on some very fine alcohol. Cindy seemed amused by his reaction. Devon though that his was some sort of joke. ...

(story continues from Human Pet)_ Chapter Two Part 1: Training the Pony. A few weeks had passed. The playroom and storeroom were done. Cindy kept getting these mysterious packages. However it was now time to start turning their attention to the finding of their Pet. Devon’s idea of a scandal of some sort would be adequate cover. The best bet was to concentrate their effort in Washington DC. It was a good days drive from there home so that eliminated their being local. There was always some dirty little scandal going on. Plus it had a very high unsolved missing person rate. An added bonus. ...

Beth woke to find herself naked, gagged, and bound. She took it in stride. She and her ex-husband had been into bondage. When they split she got most of the equipment. She had put herself in bondage occasionally, even overnight. The only thing was, she could not remember doing it this time and she never used this position. She always put her hands in front of her when it was for the night. Otherwise her shoulders got too stiff. ...

Attn: Readers please feel free to send e-mail to the author. I do want to hear from you! “I Married a Sex Slave” by mailto:[email protected] Part One: The Confession Dinner was already a pleasant memory, and the dishes were drying in the rack. I was looking to having a nice evening alone with my wife Connie. Perhaps some TV or a movie on cable sounded pretty good just then. “Honey?” Connie called from the kitchen, “could we sit down and talk for a while? Don’t turn on the TV, please?” she asked. ...

(story continues from I Married a Sex Slave) Part 2: Domestic Bliss It was Saturday morning, several months after my wife Connie had made her startling sexual confession to me – in which she wanted to be my sex slave in addition to being my spouse. In the intervening time, she had shown me what was necessary for me to be her Master. I had learned how to place her in bondage; discipline her (for offenses real and imagined); use her sexually (I was still a little leery of anal sex – but she seemed to enjoy it); and always find new ways of keeping her sexually stimulated. ...

(story continues from I Married a Sex Slave 2: Domestic Bliss) Part 3: The Masked Intruder I stood in the hall closet, sweating profusely from nervousness, wondering just how I had gotten myself into this mess. Covering my face was a ski mask (in May), and I was holding a pair of handcuffs and a ball-gag. I glanced at my watch, hoping that Connie would return home soon. So that we could get this fantasy of hers started. ...

This story is about diaper bondage ( Gay Themed ) First alittle back story. I was about 9 or 10 years of age when i discovered diapers again, i’m 43 now. So i have been wearing diapers off and on for a long time. In my late teens early 20’s i found adult diapers like attends. Well to say i liked diapers is a understatement i love the way they feel dry and wet. When i moved out on my own i found that i was a bit subbmissive feeling when diapered then i got a computer and the internet. I began to find porn sites and diaper sites and well you can guess what happened. I found that looking at bondage pics i would dream that it was me tied up but diapered. ...

I Will Control You by Spike Jones I had just started my greatest dream. I won the lottery and was set for life. I could travel to all the places in the world I wanted to see. I could buy anything on impulse. I could look any way I wanted. I had my passport and my Concord flight to London England. I had a couple of days free in New York city. I asked the limo driver if he knew any wild places. ...

Chapter 1: Performance Art A college professor presents a performance art production of “I, Masochist” with a little technical help from W. Afterwards, the professor who referred the masochistic models to her asks her and W’s help in recording the six young women’s stories of how and why they are masochists. The eight chapters of this story each stand on their own, but make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. These stories are loosely based on conversations I have had through the years with people who are attracted to or receive pleasure from pain, but none of the individuals depicted is based on any one person. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ...

(story continues from I, Masochist - Chapter 1: Performance Art) Chapter 2: Abigail Chapter two of eight is W’s interview with “Abigail.”. * * * * * * * * * * * * I still wasn’t sure how I suddenly became a researcher for a sex therapist studying masochism, but two weeks later, I was back at Shelly’s apartment for the first of six interviews. Despite the fact that Dr Collins was a total asshole, I had agreed to meet with Shelly’s models and write up their stories, or at least write up the answers to their interviews. I think a lot of that decision had to do with the fact that after a night of fantastic sex following the party, Shelly batted her eyes at me again and asked, “So, will you do it? Will you help that old pervert figure out why we girls are like we are?” ...

(story continues from I, Masochist - Chapter 2: Abigail) Chapter 3: Brenda Chapter three of eight is W’s interview with “Brenda.” * * * * * * * * * * * * Brenda wanted to sit in Shelly’s living room for our talk. She was wearing a very small tube top that barely contained her ample breasts and a very small, very tight pair of denim shorts that would have had Daisy Duke blushing with embarrassment. I had no doubt which girl she was, or at least I was absolutely sure which model she had been in the performance. Up close, in natural light, her tattoos were even more striking. Some of the leaves were in the shape of flames and some of the flames were in the shape of leaves and the serpent or serpents that slithered throughout the burning foliage were a realistic pattern of black, green, yellow and orangish red. When combined with the movement of muscle behind it, the entire tattoo seemed to be alive. ...

(story continues from I, Masochist - Chapter 3: Brenda) Chapter 4: Carol Chapter four of eight is W’s interview with “Carol.” * * * * * * * * * * * * Carol was almost an hour late for our appointment. I thought that she wasn’t going to show up at all and had just about given up on her when she rushed up to the apartment. “I’m sorry, Shelly,” she said as she came hurrying in the door. “But my son had a basketball game tonight that went into overtime. I’ve seen every one of his games since he started playing on the varsity team as a freshman, and I’m not going to break that string in his final year.” ...