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The Prison of My Dreams

Sat, 24 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Amanda. I’m 34 years old, 1.65 m, and 62 kg. I’m fit (hot), with big breasts, strong legs, and a thin waist. I’ve always fantasized about being trapped in prison full of handcuffs and restraints. However, I wanted a safe and controlled environment. I heard about BDSM Paradise, a remote island in the Caribbean, from a friend, and I immediately became interested. I got in touch and received a quote and a form to fill out. The price was too high, but I could afford it (thanks to a nice inheritance I received). The form was quite long, with personal details, medical details, and a list of what they offered, and I would have to mark what I preferred. The list was as follows:

Retirement Plan

Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

Part 2: A Change of Plans.

The sun had been up for nearly an hour when Toni neared home. She knew already that this would not be the safe house she had intended. A news program on the radio was talking about a police raid on a house and that the FBI was on the scene.

“It’s horrifying that something like this should be happening here in our town”, the female news reporter said. “Several young women kidnapped and sold as sex slaves, and the home base is suspected to be this house in one of our most affluent neighbourhoods”.

Pleasure Engine 2: Installation

Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Please note; this story is fantasy. As of this writing the means to make this fantasy safely come true do not yet exist. Until such safe measures do exist it is HIGHLY recommended that this stays a fantasy, as the situations described can cause anything from lifestyle complications to SEVERE DEATH. This is for Erotic Imagination only. This is a work of fiction; none of the companies or names listed within are meant to resemble what actually exist or bear attachment with anything in real life. This story takes place in America, and all measurements are SAE unless specified. This story is presented under the assumption that you are comfortable with adult themes. Continued from Part One

Pleasure Engine 3: Training

Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Taylor's New Job

Sat, 02 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Taylor couldn’t hide her excitement if she wanted to. A local resort was opening up and the whisper was that there would be a very big fetish component. As if that wasn’t enough, they were advertising for staff and she had an interview today.

At 168cm, Taylor was one of those women whose legs just seemed to go on forever. A brunette with piercing green eyes and a curvy figure that caught people’s attention the instant she entered their peripheral vision. Yes, she knew she was beautiful and she was 100% sub.

Hedonia 2

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Hedonia)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number of lives.

Part 2

13. The forbidden side

Brian was excited. Finally he passed through the doors that, just 20 minutes ago, he promised his girlfriend not to pass. He had to, because actually, she didn’t allow it. She was being massaged for hours, and he was supposed to enjoy looking at shops and the holographic decorations. Sure they were impressive, but it was simply mean of her to forbid going to the erotic fair. He was a grown up after all, and also she had to learn to trust him.

An Ensign's Fantasies 15

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from An Ensign’s Fantasies 14)_

Part 15

The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.

Finally Joe called. He had already called to talk twice this week but now it was to give me the time the plane would be at the airport. I was ready. I had been on a shopping frenzy to update my wardrobe for two weeks at a resort with Joe. The plane would be in in two hours. I had packed my bags the night before. I couldn’t stand to wait in my apartment any longer. I called for a ride and hustled my bags down to the street. My name was enough to allow me past security at the general aviation gate. An hour and a half early I waited forever where I was told the plane would come in.

Hedonia

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number of lives. Licence: CC BY https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

1. Foreboding Prologue

Jenny shot a sideway glance at Sarah, who was driving the car. “I still don’t get, why you got lip injections,” she said. “Oh, let it go already,” laughed Sarah. “You’ve been nagging me since I returned from Hedonia. I though you were more open-minded than that. I like the Angelina Jolie-look they give me.”