(story continues from The Summer Project Part 13)_ Part 14 Alone. Stephanie knew she was alone, standing there bound, gagged, blind and bare-assed. She was somewhere in her parent’s room, but she wasn’t sure exactly where. But she knew the stranger had left her here in her own little one-girl prison. Alone. Her head was enclosed in some latex mask that covered most of her head and face and her lips were sealed behind several swatches of tape. A collar, not unlike a dog’s collar, encircled her throat and she could feel the chain leash dangling down between her breasts. Her wrists and arms were sheathed in some sort of lace-up glove behind her back that, try as she might, she could not get even a little slack out of. Lastly, her ankles were cuffed together and her big toes were lashed together with twine. So she stood there, alone. The stranger hadn’t left her with any instructions. Stephanie had no idea how long she was going to have to stand there or if she would be punished for moving. What he had left her with was the warm afterglow of an orgasm. It lingered in her like a red-coal, wanting to ignite again. And there was nothing she could do about it. It all had happened so quickly that she really hadn’t had a chance to reflect what had happened to her until now. She was being turned into a sex slave, Stephanie was sure of that. The training CD was probably going to be the first of many and she knew was going to be abused again and again until the stranger had had his fill of her bound charms. This morning’s shower did give Stephanie a little hope, however. Being able to wash herself was wonderful. She could finally use her hands for the first time in nearly a day to do something. It was a freedom, though a supervised one. But it was a small freedom none-the-less. Perhaps taking care of Stephanie was more trying than the stranger thought. She imagined that it was just as tiring shepherding her as it was being herded. Then there was this morning. THE orgasm. Stephanie wasn’t a nun and she enjoyed sex quite a bit, but she had never had an orgasm for that long and that intense. The frustration of her pussy being tickled over a long time and not being able to get herself off was probably one of the reasons for it. But that couldn’t be the sole reason. Perhaps she liked being dominated. The thought sent a chill through her. No. She was being forced to have sex with this stranger. She was being raped. Yet, she was enjoying the sex, even craving it on most levels. The pleasure she was experiencing now was far more intense than she had ever felt before. It was impossible to ignore. She could never feel that way again without ropes and leather, she was sure of it. The fact was Stephanie enjoyed being tied-up and dominated. As hard as it was to come to that conclusion, it was a fact that was impossible for Stephanie to escape. If Stephanie did enjoy being dominated, it didn’t change the fact that she was being raped and tortured. She kept telling herself that but the wanton warmness in her stomach told her otherwise. Then Stephanie realized something else. She needed to go. Her captor hadn’t let her use the restroom since before breakfast. It wasn’t to the point of peeing all over herself, but she would need to get to the toilet soon. Any punishment for moving wouldn’t be a bad as one for soiling herself and her parent’s carpet. She was sure of that. The ankle cuffs were locked together tightly and the string around her toes was taut. An inch was about all she could manage to shuffle. She took a few more hobbled steps, trying to go in one direction. Stephanie figured once she hit a wall or a piece of furniture, she could figure out where in the room she was as navigate from there. She knew the room well enough that she believed she could do it. It was slow going and the blonde tried to concentrate on the task at hand. But her mind kept wondering back to this morning and she could feel her libido kick-starting her desire again and there was no way to satisfy it. Focus. Then her toe hit something. She shuffled a bit more, trying to feel it out with her body and her encased arms. It was cold and tubular and made of metal. . .mom’s exercise bike! Stephanie now knew where she was. She was in the corner of the bedroom near the window. . . The window! That’s it. She could stand in front of the window and someone would see her and call the cops. The captive girl started to shuffle to the window when she felt her foot get tangled in something. . .a piece of cloth. She tried to back up a bit but began to lose her balance. Stephanie screamed a muffled scream as she fell down, taking part of the curtain with her. Luckily, she landed on her butt and didn’t hurt her self. She had forgot about the large pillows her mother had strewn in front of the windows ’to lounge on’. Those pillows saved Steph from getting injured more seriously. Now that she was on the ground, Stephanie found she could scoot around a bit faster. She still needed to go. After that she would try for the window again after kicking the pillows out of the way. Slowly she used her legs and scooted her butt across the carpet, using her bound arms to guide herself. Eventually she found the bed. All she had to do is follow around it to the other side and wriggle her way to the bathroom door on the opposite wall. The journey seemed to take forever but finally she was on the other side of the bed. She figured she was about in the center when she wriggled towards where the bathroom doorway was, praying that the door was left open. It didn’t take long for her to feel the cool tile on her rear. She had made it to the bathroom. Pushing herself along, she felt the bidet against her back. Now came the hard part. Stephanie curled her legs under herself and pushed herself into a kneeling position. Using her bound arms, she leveraged herself up and onto the toilet seat. She wiggled a little bit until she was in a better position before relieving herself. Moving around bound as she was was harder than she had imagined it would be. Stephanie suddenly realized how tired she really was. Stephanie found the foot pedal flush on the floor and pushed it. The warm water cleaned her as it flushed. It also re-awakened her lust. Stephanie was horny and she could do nothing about it. She could do something about getting some rest. Slowly, she stood up. A very tricky balancing act but she did it. Now she shuffled across the bathroom into the bedroom again. Again, it seemed liked it took forever but finally she felt her leg hit the mattress. She wriggled around to seat herself when her arm hit something. . . the pole to the canopy over the bed. The blonde hobbled closer to it, pressing its length along her body to stabilize herself. Then she wondered. . . Stephanie knew what her parent’s wrought-iron canopy bed looked like. She knew that there was an old-fashioned footboard with bars running across it. The blonde was pretty sure that she could straddle the bar, even tied the way she was. She would have to be careful not to fall over onto the other side. The bound girl seated herself on the bed and struggled until she was well onto the mattress. She eased herself down until she was laying against the foot posts and bars. Wriggling into position, she rolled over until she could get her knee up over the bar. It took some effort, but she finally managed to get herself straddling the bar using her cuffed feet for support. Her weight was now fully on her sex, where she wanted it. Even though Steph was tired, she was also horny and relieving that took precedence over sleep. Slowly, Stephanie began to rock her hips, rubbing herself on the bar. With each thrust, a new ripple of pleasure shuddered through her. She could feel the climax building within her like a wave about to burst through a dam. Faster and faster she bucked until she was swallowed by a crashing wave of bliss. Stephanie let it engulf her until should could take no more and let herself slip over onto the bed, where she laid panting through her gag. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 14)_ Part 15 Jeff found it a bit strange to be going through his stepmother’s lingerie, but he had little choice in the matter. Stephanie, his stepsister, had little in the way of sexy outfits other that some lacy thongs and bright red teddy that would not do for what Jeff wanted. What he wanted was some sort of corset for Stephanie to wear when Michelle came over tonight. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 15)_ Part 16 Stephanie lay on her side in the after-burn of her orgasm. Her head was still covered in the latex hood and a ballgag was still fastened tightly in her mouth. She had gotten used to the leather sheath encasing her arms as well as the collar around her neck. Her ankles and legs were bound together and the vibrator that had been eased into her hours ago was still humming; keeping her on edge. The corset was the only new twist in her wardrobe of leather and chains and she half wondered what color it was. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 16)_ Part 17 There was something not quite right about Stephanie’s dream. She was in an ancient castle room lit by sputtering torches. It was dark and dank and shadows clung like black spider webs to the stonework all around her. Somewhere in that blackness something was watching her but she couldn’t make out what it was. Then something shuffled in the shadows. She tried to move; escape, but it was if she was encased in concrete. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. ...

(story continues from The Summer Project Part 17)_ Part 18 Michelle’s orgasm had left her happily drained and she smiled around her red ballgag when Jeff eased her over onto the couch. The oriental girl was still a bit shocked when Jeff had used the riding crop on Stephanie, but she imagined that it was all part of the fantasy Stephanie and Jeff were living out. The metallic voice thing was scary as well, but she thought that it probably just fuelled the fires of the blonde’s imagination as well, making her captivity that much more exciting. In many ways, Michelle envied the other girl’s sexual incarceration. ...

* I have discussed with Geoff, many times, my fantasies about being taken against my will by two, three or more men. He has likewise often offered to arrange this with some friends and every time I have willingly agreed. However this was some time ago and the reader should be aware that whilst I was a willing participant to what follows, I had also forgotten all about it… The Summerhouse ...

“I’m sorry but I’m not interested in participating in your program any more. I’ve told you this several times and would like you to stop contacting me. Goodbye.” My wife hung up the phone and turned to me. “I can’t believe those people. I’ve told them four times in the past year that I don’t want to do their survey and they still keep trying”. She’d signed up to take part in a five year study about lifestyle changes in high school graduates. It was supposed to follow the participants through college and into their first job. Instead it had continued for over ten years and didn’t seem like it was going to end. She was contacted twice a year to schedule a visit for a two hour session in which they asked the same series of questions about family, career, hobbies and other more personal things. ...

Chapter 1: Anne Acts I had judged the time and opportunity perfectly as Maria was walking passed my door towards the parking lot exit. “Maria – hey don’t go out like that, come in here.” She hesitated, looked at me, and then her eyes dropped away from mine and she came into my office. “It’s so cold out there and just look at you.” As I spoke I moved around my desk to meet her. “You need someone to look after you don’t you?” ...

The Tales of Sir Dwayne - Kidnap! Lady Birgit, bound to the tree, blindfolded with rough cloth, listened to the muffled squeals of her handmaid and the sound of receding hooves. It was quiet for a long time. She tugged at her bonds to no effect. Then there was a sound - a horse approaching. The sounds of a rider dismounting, walking toward her. She held her breath, too frightened to speak. Had they come back for her? ...

(story continues from The Tales of Sir Dwayne) The Tales of Sir Dwayne - The Lark Dwayne, startled, felt the nick of a blade at his throat. He froze. “What say you that we should relieve you of the whore?” “What say you that I should relieve you of your balls!” Sir Dwayne snarled. That brought a surprised look, then both men burst out laughing. “And how will you accomplish this feat, good knight, with no sword? Will you chew them off?” ...

(story continues from The Tales of Sir Dwayne 2: The Lark) The Tales of Sir Dwayne - 3: The Offer She offered an honor. He honored her offer. And it is was on her and off her all night! Dwayne smiled at the thought. The whore, nee Lady Brigit, trailed along behind, half stumbling, her tattered dress dirtier. It had been a long day; a long, dusty walk. She’d stop a moment, only to be pulled along by her bound wrists. A long, dusty, boring day. And he was in need. He had had no release the prior night. Having the whore had put him into a mind where release was a given. ...

“Stand to attention, Worm!” I clicked off the portable recorder and grinned. This would fix the bastard! He wanted pain? He wanted humiliation? He wanted inescapable restraint? He was damned well going to get them, and in spades! I touched the ‘record’ button again. “You will reply to all my instructions with the words ‘I obey, Master’.” I paused to give him time to say it. “Now take off all your clothes, Worm. Fold them neatly and seal them in the plastic bag on the chair. When you’ve done that stand to attention again until you hear the bleeps.” I let the tape run on for a minute for the poor sod to undress, then set the cooker timer for a further five. It would give him time to get his mind into the proper state of humble servility. He is nothing, just an inert instrument waiting for me to mould into a masterpiece, a symphony of sensual experience. Complete with crashing chords and long, slow passages. ...

The Teleslave by Ultraprene Since this crazy invention was my idea, it was no surprise when Lilly decided to make me the test subject. I had met Lilly, along with her friends Roger and Monique, a year earlier at a fetish club so it was to be expected she and I would share some erotic interests, but we were both amazed at how many themes were common to our respective fantasies. We started out with a few “straight” dates, sometimes doubling with Roger and Monique, we began experimenting with and escalating our kinky activities. Although both of us were switchable, it usually worked out that Lilly was the Domme and I the sub. Within a month we had played with plastic wrap mummification, total latex enclosure, and several other bondage ideas. ...

“Nnnunghh?” grunted Martha Adams as a sharp pain from her left nipple jolted her awake. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes she looked down at her breast and was aghast to see a large evil looking alligator clip biting into her tender nubbin. It was the type used by most electricians with serrated jaws designed for a firm, tight, solid connection. Her nipple was engorged with blood to a deep red stiffness, but it was no match for the strong spring and sharp teeth of the steel gadget digging into her flesh. She groaned, knowing all too well she could do nothing to remove it. Her Master wished it to be on her poor nipple and there it would stay! ...

* * The Test of Trust by Studbound “Do you trust me?” she asked him with a smile. “What do you mean?” he replied with a curious look. “Just that, do you trust me?” She was nineteen, average height with bright sparkling blue eyes. “Sure,” he said. He was twenty-one, muscular, an athlete who worked out daily. “Why do you ask?” “I wondered if you would trust me enough to do anything I asked you to do no matter how odd,” she said. She was her father’s favorite - he was a prominent lawyer with a significant reputation. The lawyer’s daughter had a wild side. That was drew him to her. She was exciting. She was unpredictable. She was unbearably sexy. She was sexy like her mother, a very quiet woman with the figure of a professional model. The daughter would look just like her mother some day. ...

I was depressed! No energy, no interest in anything, no appetite, no nothing! I knew why, but I couldn’t get myself out of the funk and back on track. I decided I had to see someone and talk it out. I’m not an outgoing, spill-my-guts kind of person. It would be hard for me to open up and I wasn’t sure I could tell everything anyway! If I was depressed now, imagine what would happen if I was arrested for the sins of my past! ...

(story continues from The Therapist) Part 2: Catharine’s Side of the Story My new client was a little tense, not unusual under the circumstances, but this one had a nervous energy and intensity that was well out-of-the-ordinary. The woman sat across from me, on the edge of the couch, and stared as I went through the standard disclosures. When I got to the payment part, she said she had no insurance and would be paying cash. I smiled inwardly. Insurance carriers were cutting back on allowable charges. A cash customer would pay the full rate and without the nuisance of billing. ...

(story continues from The Therapist Part 2: Catharine’s Side of the Story) Part 3: Catharine’s Basement As we drove along, Catharine quieted down in the back. I didn’t know what she was thinking, perhaps revisiting her decision to tempt me. She shouldn’t fret; she was definitely going down anyway, tease or not… and I mean that literally! I spoke over my shoulder to her, telling that she was destined to be in this situation, not to worry and to relax and enjoy it. She didn’t reply; oh right, she was gagged! ...

(story continues from The Therapist Part 3: Catharine’s Basement) Part 4: Kaitlynn’s Take-down Kaitlynn Lee! I had hoped never to see her again… or her pal Samantha Blake. Well, Samantha maybe, she was a total babe! Kaitlynn was a total bitch! They had kidnapped me and held me for their sexual pleasure before leaving me bound and gagged in a hotel room. This had happened maybe a year ago… OK; it was exactly ten months and 3 days ago. The ’games’ they had played with me were what had led me to engage Catharine as my therapist. ...

“PHANTOM FEM STRIKES AGAIN!” The headline screamed up at Victoria Swann as she sat down for breakfast. Taking up a slice of dry toast, she munched as she read the story. “Police in London are investigating the theft of the recently unearthed Moonstone Ruby from the British Museum last night. The gem, discovered last month during an archeological dig at the site of an old Roman site north of London, is the largest shaped ruby yet discovered. Police spokespersons have declined to speculate as to the identity of the theft, but sources within the department report the discovery at the scene of a silk scarf marked with lipstick, the signature of the Phantom Fem. This makes the seventh museum theft by the mysterious Phantom Fem, and authorities in five countries seem to be no closer to catching this elusive thief than they were after her first theft.” ...