(story continues from The Field Trip 1: Miss. Shepard) Mr. Dobs’ Balloon Animals Field Trip 2: Tina “We’re stuck up here!?!” Tina yelled. “That’s bullshit!” that was Rob. He always backed her up. She liked that about him. They had plans for tonight damn it! Miss. Shepard kept talking but who cared? It wasn’t like her words could move the fucking landslide. Rob had reserved a nice Italian place that wasn’t to far from her apartment. She had already laid out the good sheets too and all her pillows. The rest of the class was following the old guy to some building or something. ...

(story continues from The Field Trip 2: Tina) Mr. Dobs’ Balloon Animals Field Trip 3: Kelly, Tom & Kyle “‘Today sucks’” Kelly thought. “Stupid mudslide then this creepy Mr. Dobs was making balloon animals”. “What would you like young lady?” he was talking to her now. She really didn’t want one, something told her not to take one but she ignored it, after all it’s just a balloon. “How about a cow?” She really didn’t like animals much but he might not be able to make one. “And it has to have utters!” Dobs paused for a second *shrugged then held up his hand. ...

(story continues from The Final Trek) I’m leaving out the details, but I’m not doing good. I’m working on the conclusion at the same time I add chapters. I’m going to hold out as long as I can. If time passes and I haven’t sent it, I invite one of you to write one. Or a better Idea would be for many to keep adding chapters. A never ending adventure. If you don’t have someone, find that person. When you find someone who shares everything about themselves with you and you aren’t afraid to share everything with them, that’s the one. Grab on, hold on and always show them they are everything to you. Have adventures, go someplace neither of you have been and do things you have never done every chance you get. Enjoy the world together. D, I can’t wait to be with you again. KM ...

(story continues from The Final Trek) My time is short, so I bring it to a close. I hope I didn’t leave too many mistakes, but I am worked as fast as I could. I admit to running off my family several times so I could write, for some reason the desire to finish this story compels me. I even think that goal has kept me going a couple more days. KM ...

(story continues from The Final Trek) story continued from chapter one When you share a common interest, bondage and fantasy with your loved one is great. Save it for special occasions so it will continue to be something to share for a long time. See a movie at a theater, go on nature walks, see new places. Revel in each other’s affection and always feel life through the other. Nothing ever made me happier than seeing joy in her eyes. I miss you D. KM ...

I haven’t written in a long time. I don’t have long, due to complications from a tragedy that left me severely injured and took the life of my love. I don’t know exactly how much time I have left, but as a return for the many stories D and I enjoyed, I will finally work on an Idea that has rattled around in my head for some time. Don’t be down about me, just accept my return gift to all of you. I forgive the one who took her from me and left me shattered. Thank you Gromet and all the creative writers that have shared the fantasies. Love the one you are with, have fun and above all be safe. You never know how much time you have together. ...

My bonds were a shade tighter than usual, broad red ribbons had replaced the usual playful soft scarves that made me their prisoner when my girlfriend was in the right mood. That very special sort of mood that went with the all-over skintight lycra catsuit and spike heeled boots. And tonight was one of those special moods. And I am now lying spread-eagled on our vast king size bed, naked as the day as I was born, my wrists and ankles firmly swathed in bright ribbons spreading me tightly on the firm mattress. And she is stalking around the bed looking down at me. Her sparkling brown eyes shining out from behind hood of her gleaming black catsuit. A catsuit that takes away some of the woman I know and replaces it with a wicked dominance that makes us both shiver with pleasure. Only her eyes and mouth remain visible, that and a long ponytail of her auburn hair where she has drawn it up and out of a hole on the crown of the catsuit’s hood. Sprouting up and out of the top of her head before dropping down her back in a curly glorious wave. ...

My wedding was simple and uneventful as was my honeymoon. My now husband and I had dabbled in bondage before getting married. It got to the point that we did write a contract so that I could not pull the “I’m too tired” bit. On our honeymoon we did some light bondage but nothing too serious. Things changed on our way home though. My husband informed me that he had a few surprises for me when we got home. I was excited and could not imagine what they possibly could be. We got home late and he decided to way until the next day to give me the surprises. ...

The Game Part 1 I was the one that introduced my wife to scarf bondage and taught her everything from how to tie a gag properly to putting a person into a hogtied position and over a period time, she was able to do the tying and the gagging better than me. Tonight would be no different from the other nights. She would be in a smart business suit wearing the pink Hermes around the neck, cowgirl style which I bought for her from interstate. We thought we spice things up by playing our games in the garage. As usual, I would have my other scarves and bandanas with me. I put the bundle on the workbench and folded one scarf and tied my wife’s hands behind her back. I grabbed a blue bandana and cleave gag her with it and then grabbed a while bandana and blindfolded her with. I am not sure why but I always love using the white bandana as a blindfold on her. ...

The Game by Rainbow Golding The Game by Rainbow Golding My name is Rainbow Golding. Below is my story, The Game. I would welcome feedback from yourself and readers to this e-mail address. The Game Suburbia is a dreadfully dull place. Megan Kellis made it a little less so. The new next-door neighbour, who was so beautiful it physically hurt to look at her. Of course, I couldn’t stop doing so. I had been living on the same street for five years now, ever since completing my doctorate at the Uni. I hooked a nice steady, post-doc job, and work was progressing nicely. Of course, as is always the way, there was something missing. I hoped that Megan might fill this mysterious void. She had moved in last week, and this was the first time I had seen her in the back garden. ...

* If you read my last tale, Dressed to Thrill, you will know the about the rather special relationship I enjoy with my gardener. (If you didn’t let’s just say we’ve cultivated more than sweet peas.) As you can probably imagine I always keenly anticipate his visits and wonder what devilment he has engineered for our mutual pleasure each week. It was therefore very disappointing when he telephoned on Wednesday to suggest that as the grass wouldn’t need mowing tomorrow we could visit the local garden centre together and review the planting list that I’d been pestering him for. (You see he does actually garden for me as well!) No, he couldn’t stay afterwards as he was in the middle of a big landscaping job. Well, I was a little put out at the prospect of having to pleasure myself until next week, but had to admit the garden did need some work. ...

* When Geoff took me home after our summerhouse adventure he was still full of suppressed excitement. My intuition told me we weren’t finished yet and so when he casually produced a rich cream envelope and asked me what I was doing the following day I knew I was about to find out. The envelope trembled in my hands, through exhaustion after the day’s events or through anticipation, I didn’t know. It contained an equally rich invitation, heavily embossed in black and gold. The realisation finally sunk in. ...

8 8 The Gifts by Apryllrain The Gift pt 1 It’s my birthday, never mind which one! I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I’m still a lady and I wouldn’t tell you if you asked. Since I’m an unattached sub, Three Doms that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will be a birthday I will never forget. First there’s Master Thomas, and believe me, this is a man knows his way around a rope like no one else I know! His gift is to me tonight is to tie me in strict, tight, excruciating bondage. He starts by placing my wrists together, back to back behind me, wrapping them with bondage tape. My arms are placed in a single leather sleeve behind my back and the sleeve is pulled up, forcing my chest to thrust out. A rope is threaded thru an O ring at the end of the sleeve. Now the ends of the rope are draped over my shoulders and wrapped tightly around my tits, each one is wrapped three times, and then the ropes are crossed in a figure eight several times and drawn tight, then it’s threaded around the crossings in the middle, making the whole thing even tighter, and last but not least, its wound around my body, and the ends are tied around the tops of my arms. If I try to ease the pain in my shoulders by moving my arms down, it pulls even tighter on my tits. My arms are well and truly immobilized. ...

(story continues from The Gold Mine)_ story The Gold Mine - Chapter Three by Zack Copyright© 2002. All rights reserved. Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. ————————————————————- Chapter Three Sarah remained on her stomach and tried not to move, and eventually the pain started to ebb. It was a struggle, but she was able to remove her boots and crawl into the sleeping bag, and eventually she managed to sleep. ...

story The Gold Mine - Chapter One by Zack Copyright© 2002. All rights reserved. Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. ————————————————————- Sarah never thought that her devotion to the Earth might cause her death. She was in the mountains of southern Colorado where, she passionately believed, the land had been ravaged by man’s greed for gold. She and her fellow members of the Sequoia Club had decided to put a stop to the plundering of Nature. Sarah was on a solo scouting trip to determine the worst offenders; then she and her friends in the club would bring the ravagers to justice. She had left her home in Albuquerque and driven to a trailhead north of Pagosa Springs, and after a few uneventful days on the trail she reached this mine, the first of many on her list. ...

(story continues from The Gold Mine)_ story The Gold Mine - Chapter Two by Zack Copyright© 2002. All rights reserved. Notice: This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. ————————————————————- Chapter Two Sarah wasn’t feeling so forgiving after she had been confined in the dark for several more days. The boredom was excruciating. Desperate for something to do, she found that she could generate static electricity by rubbing the nylon cover on her sleeping bag, and she watched the sparks for hours at a time. It was the only light she had. ...

It had been six months since Kerry Ann and Carol had Paul for dinner. They had talked about the butcher business and that Kerry Ann was thinking about acquiring a partner. One of Kerry Ann’s customers had a job of building outdoor ovens. In payment for several future dinners, James built her a oven the largest oven in his career. The front door even had a window in it so at a party people could watch the long pig being roasted. ...

Part 1 Author’s Note: Thanks to Jennifer Harrison for her assistance, and for letting me read her great-great grandmother’s diary. My father, Sir Charles Harrison, FRS, DPhil, was dying. He had been dying for months, but now, in this first week of June, 1889, the end was near. He was wracked by another spasm of coughing, and the cloth he held to his lips was stained with blood. “Jenny, come closer,” he whispered. ...

(story continues from The Great Marvolo) Part 2 Author’s Note: Thanks to Jennifer Harrison for her assistance, and for letting me read her great-great grandmother’s diary. When I heard the Inspector say, “You are under arrest” I was momentarily shocked into immobility. Then I jumped to my feet, but before I could move the policeman pulled my arms behind my back and the Inspector locked handcuffs on my wrists. As I was dragged to the door I shouted, “I’m innocent! You must believe that, Lady Agnes!” Then I was hustled outside and down the corridor. If she replied I did not hear her. ...

For Connor, xx “Another coffee, young man?” The waitress smiled hovering close with the jug. “Um no thank you”, the youth smiled. “I’m fine”. The longer it went on the more of a fool he felt. He had been sitting at the same seat for the past hour gazing out of the window or to the door of the café whenever the tiny bell rang out. But still the smiling face he had longed to see did not appear. ...