Never Ending Training Part One Just before she inserted the ear plugs, she whispered “I’ll be working late again, hope you have fun out here, try not to move around too much … you’ll soon see why (she laughed) there are a few electric connectors under your heels, and the wires wrapped around your fingers… try not to let them touch either. If you lean back off your tip toes - you will get this…” Placing her hand on my shoulder she pushed my weight back till my heels touched the board - which sent an electrical shock straight to my chastity-locking device she makes me wear. All I could do is moan through the tight ball gag. ...

(story continues from Never Ending Training)_ Never Ending Training Part Two Then there the time last winter when I was tricked into filling up a water bottle with my own cum. Mistress Jeannine told me that she wanted to force Jenny to drink the whole thing while being filmed and I get to take the pictures. It took me over 2 months to fill that thing. I was allowed to jerk off anytime I wanted as much as I wanted, but just make sure I saved the cum in that bottle and put it in the freezer after each time. I was having the time of my life, filling that thing 2-4 times a day, just thinking that Jenny will be forced to guzzle it all down. Mistress Jeannine wanted to be updated on the progress each week; I had no problem showing her the bottle. Once that it was filled to the top I was to inform Mistress Jeannine. ...

(story continues from Never Ending Training 2) Never Ending Training Part Three After my severe beating on my first night - she informed me that this would be what to expect if I ever disobey her, only twice as worse. “Which reminds me that you are deserving of an extra punishment for not listening to me on the way out here. Hmmm- I figure that these will make my point.” She took 2 nipple clamps and put one on each nipple. “I think they will hurt more if they are just on the tips.” It felt like fire burning through my chest - “I don’t think that this is severe enough, you must realize that I own you now and that you will do what I want and take whatever I do to you!” I couldn’t think of what else she could possibly do to hurt me. “I think you need some time to think, and understand that your ass belongs to me now - I will let you think about it tonight. When I return in the morning - or afternoon - you better be more submissive and obedient, or you will be right back out here till you realize that you are now a slave…MY SLAVE.” Mistress Jeannine then made damn sure that escape was impossible. “There, oh and just so you know if you have any thoughts of escaping - I wouldn’t if I were you. If you aren’t here when I get back ...

Carla stood there quite patiently. She had no choice in the matter. Her boyfriend Joe was playing Poker again, and losing badly. He had lost all his money and his car, but he said to Carla that she was not to worry; Madam Fortune will smile on him soon! “As if!” Carla thought. Joe lost that round and they would not take I.O.U’s. It was cash or goods to the value. Joe had lost the TV and the radio. What could he use as collateral now? ...

Part One I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since I had left school. But now I had an interview! OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to get a job there. ...

(story continues from New Doll)_ Part Two It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!) I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday AM” They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!! – What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved, my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently not! ...

Well one day I was at home and my Mistress called and told me she had a new game to play with me. That she would be over the next night and I was to be ready for her, I was to wrap as much of myself in plastic wrap and then lie down on the bed, blindfold myself and hand cuff my hands behind my back. So all the next day I wondered what my Mistress had in mind. It was so hard to keep my mind on the task at work, with her mind it could be anything. Finally the next night came and I stripped, wrapped myself from the feet all the way up to my chest, that was as far as I could get. I hobbled over to the bed laid down, blindfolded myself and hand cuffed my hands behind my back. As I lay there and waited for my Mistress and her surprise I must say that I was hard with anticipation. I don’t know how long it was that I waited, but it felt like an entirety (lol). As I heard her stiletto thigh high boots on my marble floor, I have never heard such a nice sound. MMMMMMm…. ...

Note: This is a sequel to my Revenge storyline and fully set in that same universe. I highly recommend you take the time to read Revenge first as it lays out the history and culture of the society featured in this story. I’d like to thank Richard Alexander for allowing me to borrow his characters Monica and Steven (and their story) as the basis for my characters of the same names in this reality. Find their wonderful adventures here: www.boundstories.net/bdstories_monica.html ...

(story continues from New Lessons of Love) Part 2: The First Sessions Pt 1 I woke with sore shoulders and nearly panicked when I found my hands tied behind my back. When I opened my eyes I could see michael sleeping soundly, which reminded me how I ended up like this. After making love to me while I was tied to the bed last night, michael didn’t release me. Instead he released my feet from the end of the bed and tied them together. With a grin on his face he climbed into bed and positioned me so my head rested on his shoulder and I was between his torso and arm. He slipped his hand under the scarf binding my wrists and rested it at the top edge of my ass. Several hours later we held the same basic position. ...

(story continues from New Lessons of Love 2: The First Sessions) Part 3: The First Sessions Pt 2 We had enjoyed our break at the lake, even if it started a bit rough for me. michael had found need to use the punishment device on me when I refused to go. My argument that my two piece swimsuit failed to cover the genital device had fell on deaf ears and michael insisted we go. He also not-so-subtly pointed out that I never seemed to be concerned about liz or himself having the same problem when we would spend time at the summer home in the Hamptons. And he also pointed out the fact that everyone here knows that the Female guests are in the genital devices for the day. So with reluctance I ‘allowed’ michael to spread the high strength sunblock on me and we swam and relaxed on the little beach. ...

(story continues from New Lessons of Love 3: The First Sessions Pt2) Part 4: Day Two - The Individual Sessions I quickly sat up as I snapped awake. I looked around our bedroom to find out what had woke me so suddenly. I was alone in the Mistress bedroom, and Miss Justine was nowhere to be seen. Something was not right, I focused on my last memory. I remembered going to bed with Miss Justine… In a woodland cabin! ...

(story continues from New Lessons of Love 4: Day Two - The Individual Sessions) Part 5: Hot Night in the Woods After the beach barbecue we returned to our cabin and Miss Justine went to the table and started setting up the chess board. She looked over her shoulder and gave me this mischievous smile that melted my soul. “Winner gets oral stimulation from the loser and is in control tonight.” ...

She just wasn’t listening anymore. Oh, she tried to please me, but somehow she had lost focus. When I told her to grab me a Negro Modelo, she would come back with a Shiner. And frankly, she often seemed a little distracted when she was giving me a blowjob. Unacceptable. So, after a little internet research, I found a place outside of El Paso that I thought might help her sharpen her focus. We flew to El Paso and drove over towards Las Cruces on some back roads, and turned into a fairly nondescript dirt road that led to a Spanish-style villa on a flat hilltop. The adobe style home was not overwhelming, but it had several private courtyards and seemed cool and private. We walked into the living room and sat down, and were served fruit juice and some guacamole. The proprietor then walked in and greeted us and said to call him “C”. He was about 50 with a beard and he looked amazingly like the guy in the “most interesting man in the world” commercial. His assistant soon joined us and she was about 6'1" tall, very fit, and looked like Brooklyn Decker. ...

When I was 18 I did a paper round for a local newsagent, with the round always finishing near my old primary school. The school had changed since I had been there and along one side of the school had been built a plastic covered roof supported by metal poles. Whilst doing my Saturday morning round and delivering to my last house, I still had a number of papers left in my bag for my parents and the neighbours, I noticed some people messing around by the side of the building – my dad worked at the school and I knew they had a lot of vandalism at the weekend so I went to see what they were doing. I realised that as I got closer they were people a couple of years below me at school – Jack and James I think their names were that I had had run ins with before. ...

I’ve chosen to begin this adventure in my own house, at 1 am in the morning. My parents and siblings were overseas to attend to a relative’s wedding and I had the whole house to myself. After gathering various ideas from various sites on net, I’ve decided to have a self bondage adventure that would last till morning. I’ll first tie myself to a chair and wait for the ice to melt, to get the keys. The keys I get will get me out of the chair, then I’ll have to hop carefully to the kitchen to get a key which will open the door to my parents room. In it, there will be a key wrapped in multi-layered sticky tape. The key retrieved from it will open the storeroom, where the freeing keys will be in a huge candle waiting to be melted. ...

Night Drive How do you get these ideas? European convention holds that the seat of the emotions is the heart, while the Romans, with rather more justification, believed it was the stomach. In my case I think a slightly lower part of the anatomy is responsible. This particular idea arrived one afternoon when I was sitting in the sun feeling a bit randy, like you do, and looking at my car in the drive. Five-door estate with two good stout wing mirrors, firm anchors for rear fender, central bracket for towing. Could you tie someone over that nice flat roof face up with their ankles fixed to the mirrors? And, came a surge of inspiration from between the legs, you could drive around like that! ...

Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 1: The calm before the storm The grass glistened with dew as the sun rose heralding the arrival of another day. A nearly deserted roadside hotel stood out from the mostly wooded area with only a single car parked outside. The road that ran in front of the highway was deserted with only the screech of black crows breaking the silence that pervaded inside. ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 9: The times, they are changing…. and so are the women…) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 10: A fight unlike any other ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 1: The calm before the storm) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 2: Bright Sky, Dark Changes ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 2: Bright Sky, Dark Changes) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 3: Making sense of a Plastic Nightmare ...