I was the youngest heiress to my families vast fortune, but in competition with my older half siblings for my portion of it. They were serious about the family business, and each had worked their way up from sweeping floors and other menial jobs to various directorships in the company. I, being the youngest, was spared that humbling experience, and spent my considerable free time flamboyantly spending money and embarrassing my family name. ...
(story continues from My Butler James) Part 2: James Takes Control I laid there with my ass stinging wondering how on earth I got myself into this situation, and how I could get out, but I didn’t have the courage to even move my hands without James’ permission. James eventually came back and told me he inspected my work and none of my chores met his standards, and unless I wanted to find myself in this very position several times a day I better step it up. He then told me I could get up, and that I would find my lunch waiting for me in the kitchen. ...
(story continues from My Butler James 2: James Takes Control) Part 3: Doppelg�nger Things were happening too fast for me to keep up with, but the implications of not only loosing my wager with James, but a perfect vintage copy of myself standing before me were troubling. “GET… IN… HERE… AND… PUT… MY… THINGS… AWAY”, she repeated, slowly annunciating every syllable through her gritted teeth as if she were talking to a belligerent moron. ...
(story continues from My Butler James 3: Doppelg�nger) Part 4: James 3.0 I woke in my bed, the one that used to belong to my housekeeper Gloria. My arms and legs hurt like mad, and I was bruised up from both riding the gas pipe and my subsequent tickle torture at the faux heiress’ hands. How I got into bed was a mystery, but I assumed James had something to do with that once the faux heiress was whisked away on the chopper. She had all she needed from me for the perfect identity theft, but I just knew there was more to trapping me at the mansion than a complex case of grand theft, just as she suggested herself. ...
(story continues from My Butler James 4: James 3.0) Part 5: The Singularity I awoke feeling pretty sore, but overall rather satisfied, even though I just crossed a threshold of sorts and had some pretty intense sex with the new and vastly improved James. He was no simple toy for me to use for my entertainment, but rather I got the distinct impression that he used me for his. To be forced, bound, and taken repeatedly to orgasm by my mechanical master was nearly nirvana. Better than any man, but in all fairness to men in general, I hadn’t any experience with any take charge kind of men in that manner. ...
(story continues from My Butler James 5: The Singularity) Part 6: The Singularity Pt 2 The chopper could be heard spinning down on the pad, and it sounded like a big one. I obviously felt in no condition for visitors, and it was safe to assume that the two little security droids wouldn’t be allowing me to get on it before it left. I was released by the little monsters and James told me to quickly put myself back together. I did as instructed and tried to keep away from them as much as possible, but they kept a watchful eye on me in the shower, and even while I was getting into fresh clothes and quickly redoing my hair. I had this unnatural desire to flinch when they came especially close to me as I was intimidated by their casual application of pain, and the swiftness of it once they decided to act. ...
(story continues from My Butler James 6: The Singularity Part 2) Part 7: Jessica’s Play Toy I woke looking up at both evil little machines and Ms. Jessica, she wearing a very condescending expression that looked out of place on her perfect doll like face… “I must first thank you for your rude comment, although it seems so uncharacteristic for one with your well documented personality. The human part of me was starting to develop a conscience in regard to our plans for you, especially with all you and I have in common. These things we must do have the potential to be most unpleasant for you, while at the same time downright entertaining to watch if one lets her humanity take a brief vacation. They are at the same time unavoidably necessary to prevent possibly damaging a more valuable human asset with skills desirable to us. You are, in the big scheme of things expendable, but I have no desire to destroy you unnecessarily, at least until you have served out your intended purpose.” ...
8 8 My College Experience by JayJaybound The story I am about to relate started about a year ago. I had just moved to the city to start going to college. I was living on campus, but had gotten a dorm room all to myself for some reason. I had started going for walks at night around 8:00 to relieve the tension from the day’s classes. The road that I walked on went around the gym, by the girls dorm, through the bookstore and back to the dorms where my room was. The girls dorm that the road went by housed the most beautiful girls on campus. All of them were either cheerleaders or else they were on the volleyball or swim team. ...
story continued from part one My College Experience 2 by Jayjay bound I showed up at the dorm at the time I was told to and rung the bell. Jess answered the door and without saying a word showed me inside. Just as I passed the door it slammed shut and 2 of the girls grabbed me by the arms. Knowing I didn’t have a choice I just stood there not doing anything. I then felt a needle stick into the side of my neck and the whole world went black. ...
(story continues from My Daughter & I Part 9: Gone to the Dogs)_ Part 10: Hunted My daughter has excelled herself this time. We all have an hours head start, but then they will come after us. And according to them they’re not all we have to worry about. These woodlands and fields belong to them, and they have been liberally sprinkled with traps designed to make sure we don’t escape. ...
(story continues from My Daughter & I, Side by Side)_ Part 7: Homecoming If someone does not come home soon, it’s not going to be good for me. Well, that’s not exactly true, but things will not go the way I want them to. And right now the only thing keeping me from my fate is my grip on this rather slender ridge in the floor. And my fingers are starting to ache. Ache really rather badly. And when they fail, there will be no going back. ...
(story continues from My Daughter & I Part 7)_ Part 8: On the Beach My boyfriend is just starting to whimper. I don’t think he quite realized how evil the torment we had devised for him would be. Sure, he had a fairly good idea, but the reality was somehow worse. The sun is now high in the sky and the sand is rather warm. Hot even. Sensible people have retired to the shelter of the shade, but that’s not an option open to him. Not at all. ...
(story continues from My Daughter & I Part 8: On the Beach)_ Part 9: Gone to the Dogs I’ve done some things in my time I can tell you. I’ve been a dirty bitch more than once (In fact a lot more times than once!). But this takes the biscuit. I can honestly say this is the most perverse and submissive things I have ever done. Bar none. And what makes it even more special is that I am sharing it with my boyfriend and nearly consenting daughter. ...
(story continues from My Daughter’s Revenge)_ Part 5 - Raise the Stakes My boyfriend has never felt quite so vulnerable & exposed. Parts of him are quite out of his reach, and despite the fact both his arms and legs are quite free of any restraint, he is powerless to protect his manhood from anything we might like to do to it. It all started quite a few months ago when my adult daughter joined in our wild domme and sub games. A wild young redhead with a figure to die for and ideas even more inventive than my own (Which takes some doing, I can tell you) she has bought an even wilder edge to our perverted little games, and we have loved every minute of it. This time she has excelled even her usual self and rendered my (yes, still very much MY boyfriend. She has her own for more intimate pleasures than I am prepared to tolerate) boyfriend a gibbering wreck. ...
(story continues from My Daughter & I Raise the Stakes)_ Part 6: My Daughter & I, Side by Side Emma has just started to struggle, and she is putting plenty of energy into her actions. But you have left it too late my love, way too late. You went proudly to your fate, and now you are going to pay the price. And unless I can think of something very soon, I am going to be following you. But you can be sure I won’t go as quietly as you have. Well, actually I might. The sheer kinkiness of where you have let them take you does rather appeal to me, and what a pair we would make. Mother and daughter, side by side. ...
Part 3: The Tables Turned “So what is it, exactly?” she asked. “It’s a bit of bondage kit I have been restoring for a friend,” my boyfriend replied as Emma paced around the wooden structure that had clearly once been a barrel. Only now it had been cut down to around half its height and sported ominously padded holes on its front, side and top. Really, Emma should have been able to figure it out. After all, she had seen a fair few things since she joined me and my boyfriend in our B&D games. But there are times when she displays a sense of ignorance that borders on the ridiculous, and after all the things she has done to my boyfriend, she should have been on her guard. But she wasn’t, and soon she would be paying the price. And I was glad I was going to be there to see it. ...
(story continues from My Daughter 3)_ Part 4 - Revenge My boyfriend is pleading with my daughter, and I don’t blame him really. But it is all his fault. He did suggest that it would be a real change in our fun and games if we let Emma be the domme over both of us. Make a change he said, for us not to have to take turns. Let’s both get down our knees he suggested, and let her take charge for a change. And Emma being an adult with a bright and inventive mind jumped at the chance. ...
My Fantasy For Maxine by Steve My Fantasy For Maxine by Steve This is my first effort at writing a story and came about after chatting online to a woman called Maxine. You are shaved and naked on top of a heavy coffee table, your limbs are tied to the legs of the table keeping your legs wide. Your mouth is held open with a ring gag, I put a padded blindfold on you. ...
I have a story for your site. My name is Trish. I am 19 years old. I have a very active interest in bondage, especially self bondage. I had my first experience when I was 15. I hope you enjoy it. It was a Saturday and I was home alone. I had made plans with my best friend Holly for later that night. I got bored. I decided to try something I had wanted to for a while. I decided to tie myself up. It was about noon and Holly wasn’t due until about seven, so I had plenty of time. ...
Glad you liked my story. Thanks for the words of encouragement. Here’s another one you may publish. I just did this last weekend. My Friday Night. Just a couple of minor problems to overcome. I have been planning an experiment with a long-term bondage session in my basement. I took a couple of test runs to make sure I could handle it physically and that I hadn’t overlooked any “safety” details. Then, last Friday, I gave it a try for real. ...