Tickle on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Handyman

Sun, 03 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Becky’s Repairs, Part 5

“Par ici, s’il vous plaît. La visite va commencer maintenant. Notre première exposition est une collection de photos en noir et blanc réalisées par Monsieur Deby, qui vient de Lorient.”

Despite the frigid weather, Becky stepped lively through the local art museum in a conspicuously short black skirt, high heels, and a tight white V-neck shirt which showed off her collar line in a very tempting way, never mind that her nipples were clearly protruding beneath the soft fabric. The garters holding up her black silk stockings were just tangible under the hem. The guide couldn’t help but ogle, her strawberry-blond hair in curls topped with a black beret. She batted her eyes and gave off the air of a girl on the make. A mother jerked her puberty-stricken son to the other side of the small crowd as the guide made sure to stay close to Becky, pointing out items of interest during the museum tour.

Rilliana and Trisha

Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

5: Lost

Evening was falling when the carriage finally came to a halt. Jeffrey helped his passengers out of the carriage and supported Trisha, who was still weak on her feet. Rilliana knocked on Celine’s door and looked around nervously.

“Are you okay, Rilli?” Trisha whispered, stroking her friend’s arm.

“Yes…yes, everything’s fine, I’m just…tired,” Rilliana murmured, pulling her arm away when Trisha touched her. The shifter frowned but said nothing as the door opened a crack. Celine’s face peered out, but they couldn’t see any more of her.

Stilettos of the Languished Arches

Sat, 28 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 6

Three months passed in this torment. By the time she finally stepped into Evelyn’s office, dressed in her rubber suit, with the additional full hood she was handed as soon as she entered Abyss, she felt like she was unraveling. Her nights had become an endless cycle of frustration and discomfort, and she knew she couldn’t last an entire year like this.

Evelyn was seated at her desk, poised as always, regarding Nadia with a knowing smirk. “Well, well. I was wondering how long you’d last before coming to me.”

Dominatrix Latex Genie Freed

Sun, 05 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000

I had taken a 30-day cruise around the Pacific then I took a repositioning trip with the ship going from Australia to California. That would take another 3 weeks and included stops at small islands that cruise ships do not normally visit. My story starts at one of these stops.

My name is Natille, Nat for short. I had just graduated college and was enjoying my graduation gift, the cruise, I had received from my family. They had all pitched in and bought it for me. When I was walking around the small island the ship was at, I came across an old lady having trouble unloading her car and carrying her groceries so I ran up and helped her. After making two trips upstairs with arms full of groceries, she thanked me and gave me a rubber ball about the size of a golf ball. The lady asked me to be as good to this as I was to her. I thanked her for the “gift” and left. I returned to the ship a few hours before we set sail so I took a nap so I could dance well into the night.

Sam and Em

Sun, 11 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 24

The entire evening took an awkward turn.

Becky, Emily and I sat in complete silence as we ate the meal we purchased. The wonderful, comforting glow of the restaurant against the dark sky took a turn the moment we saw our boss having a meeting with a client. Despite the complete coincidence, it felt as if we were stepping on the store owner’s feet, looking behind the scenes at an event we were not supposed to see. None of us wanted to speak as the meals seemed to take forever getting to our table, we ate our respective meals without a single word leaving any of our lips, waiting for something to happen; anything.

The Ship's Queen

Sun, 20 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Part Nine: Conclusion

…I was left both hanging in my bonds, and dripping and drooling all over the deck by the time the nine Begorians were finally done with me; it was truthfully an experience like no other. This also left a biological sample of each of them filling me, and obviously overfilling me as well, not to mention the unique feeling of something hot being forcefully delivered time and again deep within my depths…

Sam and Em

Sun, 14 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 19

One…last… time.

It was an agreement that my sister and I made when we first started getting serious about each other. That one day, she would become my slave full time. She would wear the collar pretty much all the time, she would be more than happy to do everything I commanded and I would always take charge. However, it was clear that she had to get something out of the way first and that was her education, only after that, then she would forfeit her freedom to me.

Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure

Sun, 07 Jul 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Part 22. GiGi

Emma had been walking multiple decks with Janice in tow on a leash. Emma was still in her small yellow bikini with the bottoms over her chastity belt. Her high heels were the only other things she was wearing, and her feet were feeling them between the demonstration and the amount of walking, with more to go. It was something Emma happily endured as she wanted them as a part of her lifestyle including the ballet boots she had finally been using on this cruise. She would have a break from being on her feet at dinner. She wasn’t sure what her night with Master Robert would entail. But first she needed to finish her time with Janice and hoped that Janice enjoyed her surprise.

The Chateau

Sun, 30 Jun 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 27 – The Doctor Reports

About a week after the party, Carl came into my office. “Ana wanted me to invite you and Paula over for dinner. She has that info about the physical and mental dangers of solitary confinement you were interested in.”

And so, Paula and I rang the doorbell of Dr. Ana Horvat’s house at about 6 the next evening.

Carl opened the door and led us back to the kitchen, the gathering place in most homes. What greeted us there was a bit of a shock in spite of our kinky nature.

The Chateau

Sun, 05 May 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 19 – Fucked Up Slut

“Was that begging for more clothespins, slut?” I asked, pointing out the slut’s failure of protocol in shouting out her pain from the clothespins. “Because if not, I think…”

But before I could finish my sentence, Mal was at her feet. “Didn’t sound like begging to me.” And he immediately attacked the sole of her feet with his fingernails.

“OH god that tickles! Oh.” And when the slut realized that Mal wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, she did start begging. “More clothespins please. Please put more clothespins on me.”

The Chateau

Sun, 28 Apr 2024 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 18 – Bugs

When the slut finished weeding and picking bugs off all 12 rows of the garden, Paula, much to the slut’s surprise, just said, “I’ll check your work later. You may crawl to the shade of that tree if you want, take your water bottle with you,” she added.

About 3 pm, Paula went back out and first examined the bag of bugs that the slut had picked very carefully. “Very good slut, not a single good bug in the bag.” Then Paula emptied the bag of dead bugs on the ground and started slowly going down each of the 12 rows. She just kept finding bugs and putting them in the bag. First one, then two, then another one. The slut was watching her every move and getting more and more nervous with every minute. After just three rows, two of tomatoes and one of squash, Paula stopped and brought the bag over to the slut. “Count them!” was all she said, then she went back into the kitchen.

Leon City Side Stories

Sun, 26 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1*Summer’s Backstab**

“Alright then ladies, we’re done for the day, but remember that selection competition is this afternoon and we’re cheering hard for your new teammates!” their coach shouted, and the girls of the cheerleading squad broke out their applause. Summer didn’t. She disliked the tradition that came with the selection process, and despite her coach’s warnings, these incidents kept happening. Summer glanced around the group and could see directly that Sarah and her friends were plotting something. When one of them noticed Summer’s gaze, the pink haired girl quickly looked away. She wanted nothing to do with it, but she thought she saw out of the corner of her eye that the women had started whispering among themselves.

Hermione and the Fairy

Sat, 02 Sep 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Ding-a-ling!

With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop. She was filling in for him while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft.

Ken's Birthday Gift Revisited

Tue, 13 Jun 2023 00:00:00 +0000

I was asked to tell this story from my perspective some time ago, and seeing how I am presently suffering from a minor bout of writer’s block on and off, I thought it might make a good detour from the other purely fictional projects I have going on. I will tell this story as I remember it, and there is some fiction here too, but such is necessary to keep the real-world players from realizing it’s about them, as there were a few others involved in this particular one. I’ve played with the locations to keep consistency too, but this is more about actions, our actions, rather than the actual locations.

Chain

Fri, 05 May 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 34: Sr. Year, Regina

Fred and Clair’s housing situation certainly improved after their wedding with a move into University’s married housing, but their kinky sex life didn’t. They still visited Gran and Leon’s farm every weekend they could but during their senior year, classes were more challenging and seemed to involve more and more out of class work, so free weekends were fewer and farther between. Plus, it was cold at the farm in the dead of winter so they weren’t really thinking about going to the farm over semester break except perhaps for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. Who would miss one of Gran’s holiday farm feasts?

Bondage Co-eds

Mon, 17 Apr 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

“I need to get ready for mid-terms!” Mai-Li whined.

“So do I.” Ada said as she unbuttoned her roommates blouse. “But I also have to make sure my cookies are still here when I get back.

“Cookies?” Asked the Asian girl, wearing only her white silk bra and panties.

“Cookies.” Ada confirmed, “A large package of Lemon Oreo’s. Either I lock them away or I bind you. This way is more fun. Now arms behind your back.”

Self-Bondage Humiliation 2

Sat, 24 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3.

Jake was one of the party semi-regulars, he wasn’t part of the main party crowd, and he had PolySci, one of my morning classes, and Economics, one of my afternoon classes, with me. Coming out of PolySci the next day, he called me over. I was very cautious, what happened in the basement was supposed to stay in the basement, but it turns out I worried for nothing. He asked to walk with me wherever I was going (to my car), he had a question for me.

Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure

Fri, 16 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5. Fallout

Miss Keys had Emma strip naked before cuffing her hands to a suspension bar over the bathtub she ended up standing in, within the middle of the room. Her chastity belt was removed before Emma was required to step each leg on either side of the tub, one at a time. A winch lowered her hands about a foot to allow her legs to be more than three feet apart from each as her knees bent in a slight squat where the upper part of her calves rested against the tub. Miss Keys put ankle cuffs on Emma and the locked chains from the ankle cuffs and the eye bolts just under the lip of the tub. Miss Keys used the winch again to raise Emma’s hands forcing Emma’s legs and feet to readjust until she was standing on her toes with little movement allowed and her legs barely touching the sides of the tub. This position left her in a small squat that was straining her arms, legs and toes.

Chain

Sat, 19 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 11: Backpacking, Trees and Creeks

Clair wasn’t sure if it was the sunlight making the inside of her sleeping bag glow or her bladder that woke her up. She had no idea what time it was, and nothing to do about it anyway. She was still bound tightly in the sleeping bag with just a small hole above her face to breathe through. She really didn’t want to pee in a sleeping bag checked out from the University Rec Department, but the discomfort was becoming intense.

Sam and Em

Mon, 22 Aug 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 9

Me and Emily sat in silence.

It had been two hours since we got home after the eventful day at Tanya’s store, my body was sore and my bottom-half was still buzzing from the earlier events. My sister played with her fingers, her mind absent from the real world and was full with multiple questions with a few answers she was already coming up with. Her anxiety was on high-alert and I couldn’t lie that my body was going through the same.

In the Grass

Sun, 15 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 7b

She woke from complete exhaustion to find Carlos moving the blanket off of her. He was naked and had a huge erection. “The code didn’t work, bitch.” He snarled at her as he rolled her on to her back. “Now you’re going to pay.”

Gina took stock. Her shoulders still hurt pretty bad but could be used. She was wearing a collar and looked to see the chains running from it to either side of the garage, holding her in place. She still had both sets of suspension cuffs on. As she was rolled on her back she felt a bit tender but really not sore anymore and not in pain. And Carlos wanted his normal Saturday morning wake-up call. Goody!

Blood Bank

Sat, 18 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Preparations

The college dorm was quiet, Sam and his rugby mates had run out of ideas. It was only a few days until the Halloween party, and they had the job this year of setting it up. The drinks were mixed, the venue booked, the problem was picking a theme. Every year tended to be the same generic look, tacky decorations hanging from every wall, things hidden behind doorways. It was boring, for their final year it needed to be a party to remember. The parties that truly stood out were the ones the football team arranged, they went all out to get people into character, the last one had groups of zombies breaking into the building, the drama students taking their roles seriously. Running through the college hallways half terrified and half drunk was something you didn’t forget. Their only mistake was choosing the college, so many things were broken to try and escape or set up barricades. Not to mention how many sports teams decided to fight. When someone had to be taken to hospital, the college came down hard. Despite that no one had managed to tip it since.

Prisoners of the Kinky Clown MILFs

Sat, 04 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Burt had no idea how he ended up in a room with his former teacher, half-naked and dressed like a sexy clown. He had just been going to the fair with his pals Trevor, Sam, Nico, and Mikey. The others dragged him into this funhouse run by a group of sexy clown ladies. You had to run from one end to the other. Going room to room, players were knocked out until only one remained. That player, who turned out to be Burt somehow, won the grand prize. He had no idea what it was only that it was sexual. His busty former heath teacher was a surprise for both of them.

Shared

Thu, 26 Nov 2020 00:00:00 +0000

2: My Turn

The bed was creaking fit to bust when I arrived. The daughter had been in a rush to get out of the house when I arrived and I was directed to the bedroom of her mother, my lover. Strictly the daughter was my lover too, but I was not sure if our one frantic interaction, into which I had no input, counted so I left that thought where it was for later examination. Sadly Sister Two had failed to show on that remarkable afternoon but I still had high hope for another day.

Her Coordinator

Sat, 19 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 5: May’s Turn in the Barrel

May is now ready

to play with Duke and Jackson

for the fun of it

When Jackson walked up to May and took her trainer ball-gag off, she slurped back some drool and looking him square in the eye said, “Bring it on, hot stuff.”

“Did you hear that Duke?”

“I most certainly did. Shall we?”

“Yes, let’s.”

“Do you think we ought to reward Brigit with a chance to practice her art? I mean, instead of tying her to a pole so she can watch us work over May, why don’t we stuff her penis-gag back in her mouth and let her follow our play with her Nikon?”

Attitude Adjustment

Sun, 16 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part Three

Will wondered what they were waiting for. If he had to be humiliated, being naked in front of his Mom, and punished by her, he wanted to get it over with quick. The shame and humiliation hadn’t caused his hardness to wane, though. Why was he feeling this way? What kind of perv gets aroused being tied up, naked, and waiting to be spanked?

“I think we can go ahead, now,” Jannette said.

Attitude Adjustment

Wed, 12 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part Two

Will slept for almost two hours. When he awoke, he was untied and the neckties were strewn about the bed. By the time he had cleaned up, he had to shower again to get the dried, sticky stuff off his lower belly, and gotten dressed, he found his step-mom in the kitchen getting ready to make Saturday supper. It had become usual for her to fix hamburgers and make cheesy potatoes and baked beans on Saturdays. Ellen was a good cook and her burgers were as good as any joint in town. Jannette was not around.

Attitude Adjustment

Sat, 01 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part One

Will had just turned eighteen. He would graduate in the spring if he kept his grades up. Right now, he was on the verge of failing two classes and one, English Comp 101, was a requirement for his High School diploma. He’d be in Summer School, again, if he didn’t pass.

He had been through a lot in his young life, or so he thought and maybe it was true, living with his stepmom Ellen, his real mom having passed away when he was only three and his dad skipping out on Ellen when he was just starting eleventh grade. Now as a Senior, he was feeling sorry for himself. He had developed a rebellious attitude, you know, teenage boy, know-it-all, disrespecting teachers, and sometimes Ellen too. He really did love Ellen as a mother, but his attitude wouldn’t let him show it.

Being Neighbourly

Thu, 28 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one

Chapter 2

“Of course. I should have guessed. My bondage master needs fuel, so he has the energy to make me helpless again. It’ll be a little hard to cook for you, with my hands and ankles tied like this though.”

I untied her, let her go to the bathroom and then joined her for a long hot shower. We had plenty of soapy fun, but every time I went near her pussy she recoiled, claiming it was still too sensitive. I figured I’d give her a break, at least for a little while. Once we were dried off, I had her put on a pair of silky soft panties and another pair of pantyhose. I went through her drawers and found a pair of tight, stretchy shorts that would look really good on her. She complained a little about it rubbing against her sore pussy, but when I offered to tie on another crotch rope, she suddenly decided she could tolerate the shorts. For a top she put on a tank-top with no bra. I liked the look and told her as much.

Mistress' Turn

Fri, 08 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000

You stand at the door. It is heavy, oaken, crossed with iron straps. Pierced solely by a tiny grille at eye level, displaying the merest hint of a glow from within. Buried in the cold stone basement of the old manor, its appearance alone fills you with trepidation, to say nothing of the step you intend to take when the door opens. The air is clammy, moist. You shiver in your thin shirt and bare feet. You gather your resolve and raise a hand to strike the iron knocker in the center of the door. Just as your hand is about to grip the metal ring, you hear –

Andreabound Switches

Sat, 29 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

After the recent party, I was left to do most of the clearing up. Sara helped a little but, predictably, left me to do most of the work, tottering around in my five inch sandals and, as usual, wearing the maids outfit.

I had previously agreed with Sara that she would have to keep the house clean if she wanted to stay with me, and failure to do this would have consequences. I like my house to look very neat and tidy and be very clean and I’m prepared to put in the work to keep it that way. Sara has a very different view about housework – for her it is to be avoided at all costs.

My Fantasy Come True

Thu, 28 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part six

Part 7: The Mistress & the Slave Girl

Whilst spending time inside the snake waiting for the gel that feeds the snake to digest, I ran over several fantasies or scenes that we could do for the next few videos, one that brought me many hand induced orgasms was one of me being a slave girl, I had been a bunny girl, latex nun and a harem girl, sort of like a slave in a way but not what I wanted, the scene that played out in my head was more intense and would require some serious planning.

The Pony Girls Play Some More

Sun, 21 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part three

Part 4: Aftermath

I slammed the door of my battered old Land Rover and looked up at the rambling farmhouse. I had been here many times before, but the sheer size of the place still held me in awe. Even with the horsebox attached my rig took up practically no space on the gravel apron.

As I stood in awe the front door opened and a curvy figure with long thick hair worn in a high pony tail came bounding towards me. Her name was Emma, and she ran this incredible place. When they said farmers had to diversify, I am sure they had not thought of anything quite like the place Emma had turned her old family farm into. But a success, oh yes, it was a success.

The Suede Bomber Jacket

Sat, 01 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000

This story is an embellished story based loosely on true events, there was a real Jane.

During the last three or 4 days of the school term school use to shut down and the teachers would organise “activity days” this would give the chance for students to mix with older and younger students and bond over a shared interest. This particular year I had chosen photography. I did not have many friends going through school and the ones I did have were all about sports, well that was not me! Don’t get me wrong, I did play sports, just not the popular ones, I was firmly in the middle ground. I did swim, played badminton and figure skated all at country level. It’s just the jock sports, football, rugby did nothing for me. I certainly was not going to spend these days playing either of them. That left me with the geeks who also like photography. I say I was in the middle ground because I got on with both sets of people, the geeks and the jocks, but was not part of their groups. I was sort of alienated slightly from each, I had the physic of a jock but the personality of a geek.

The Tickle Barrel

Fri, 08 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000

With her sentence passed and confirmed, they sent Elarra Onga’s-Daughter at once to the Chamber of the Barrel. Her only guard was a goblin, a scrawny fellow who even a flighty princess could have overcome – if she were a human or elven princess. But Elarra was a goblin woman herself. Green-skinned, with big purple eyes and long mobile ears, she stood even shorter than guard-goblin Glum. Furthermore, she had her wrists bound behind her, and was nude beneath her prisoner’s poncho of undyed cloth. And then there was Master Lutz.

Call Me Mistress

Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter five

Chapter 6: What Goes Around……

I had a special treat lined up for Richard tonight. After he was stripped naked, I led him to the guest room where I had installed four large hooks in the wall, about four meters apart with two near the floor and the other two near the ceiling. I put his leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and tied him standing, spread eagle style with his legs stretched apart as far as I thought they would go without causing serious injury. I then played with his cock until it was very hard before tying a thin cord around the base of his cock, winding it tightly about ten times. I then gagged him with a large ball gag and told him I had a treat for him and to just be patient. I put a pillow case over his head, disabling his ability to see, yet not making him uncomfortable.

Call Me Mistress

Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter one

Chapter 2: The Chicken Dance

I have been doing a lot of thinking about my training of Richard lately. He certainly has not complained at all about the recent changes in our play sessions. (I can’t call them love making sessions because there has not been what I call love taking place.) I did decide that I wanted to make my life easier, of course. I wanted some leather wrist cuffs so I would not have to tie knots. I found some very nice toys at the Stockroom.com on the net. They have a very nice selection, decent prices, and prompt delivery. (I recommend them highly.) I also purchased some ankle cuffs while I was online shopping. I had already purchased some keyed alike padlocks. I have found the sound of the lock clicking closed to be quite stimulating. Something about the total security of the bondage, knowing that escape is not possible when the lock snaps closed.

Grandma's House

Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part five

Chapter Six

Handcuffs. Ball gags x2 Rope of 3 different types. Gaffer tape. Nipple clamps. Hoods x2 Dildos of various lengths etc 4 Butt plugs x3 including 1 electro. Tens unit. Whip Straps x6 Leather harnesses x2

Sounds like a rape kit, but no this is all what you have to take on holiday if you are going with Claire. That’s also why we can only go in the UK if we are intending to play. Anyway being a master and film producer is not easy. I mean for god’s sake the pressure to come up with new story lines and different styles of bondage are to be honest so hard. Yes I know not a good reason to moan but it adds to the pressure to entertain.

My Fantasy

Wed, 02 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

My name is Anna. I just had the most incredible, fantastic, spectacular, awesome sex!!!

Before I tell you about it, I have to give you some information leading up to this moment.

I have been married to a great guy for almost three years. He is handsome, smart, kind, and considerate. He is a hard-worker, has a good job, is well mannered and has good personal hygiene. He is almost perfect and most women would say I am lucky to be married to such a great guy. I suppose I should be happy to settle for a guy so close to perfect, but I just can’t. His only fault is in the bedroom. His idea of love making is plain old boring sex or no sex at all.

Hell Night!

Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Hell Night was here, finally! After four weeks of pledging Alpha Beta Alpha, the coolest sorority in the world, I would be one of the sisters in just a few hours. That is, if I survived Hell Night.

I was part of one of the smallest pledge classes ever. There were only three of us remaining after more than a dozen started pledging four weeks ago. I won’t lie. Pledging has been brutal. The constant hazing, studying all the required things we had to learn like the sorority song, the Greek alphabet, the names of all the sisters, etc. All these things, on top of studying my college courses, took every minute of my day and night.

After Dinner Tickle

Wed, 14 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

A sequel to “The Tickle Barrel”

Elarra held her chin up to allow Master Tilborn to remove the leash from her collar.

“Another evening spent satisfying curiosity,” he said. “At least we got a good dinner out of it. Now put your sandals into the lockbox,” he added as he coiled the leash.

An unnecessary command: Elarra was already bending down to remove her sandals. Master Tilborn always made her wear them outside, to keep her feet uninjured and tender, and always made her remove them and go barefoot when indoors.

Booked

Sun, 04 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

A cougar gives a mouse shelter from the storm … in her ropes. All animals are human sized. Sorry no Zootopia cleverness here.

***

He almost went off the road.

“Goddamnit!”

The wall of white obscured all but the closest few feet ahead. The winding mountain pass was a nightmare to drive in weather like this. Then Brian had hit the ice. God, his heart was still beating madly. He had to pull over, now. Slowly he crept along until he spotted a small library tucked away in a rocky alcove.

Julie Becomes a Magician's Assistant

Fri, 31 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It all began with an advert in the personals column of the local newspaper. It read, “Magician’s assistant’s wanted. No experience necessary. Must be out-going. Auditions 8pm Wednesday, warehouse 12b Lincoln Road.”

I decided to go for several reasons; some of them being; a possible job, and glamorous at that, had to be better than turning up at the unemployment office each fortnight and it might get me out of this dreary town.

The Amazon's Revenge

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Thief breaks into an Amazon’s house on a very bad day.

I squeezed the boy’s head between my legs.

“Enjoy the show you little deviant?”

KB gasped for air, smacking my leg to signal surrender. I refused to give it to him. Don’t judge me, you’d be mad too if you found him filming your ass on his phone. I was trying to teach my aerobics class. I was the victim here, not him. I was just doing what needed to be done.

In the Land of the Dolls

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: There has been a mistake here.

“Look, there has clearly been a mistake here”

“Madame, allow me to assure you that you are mistaken. Your order has been processed exactly as you placed it. I have it on the computer in front of me”

“And I assure you that this is not what I ordered”

“Madame, I have to tell you that you have received exactly what you ordered. 1 large size child’s doll. Snow White type. And that is all you will be charged for”

Kate's Going to Sea 2: Still Afloat

Thu, 01 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Part 2: Still Afloat

Kate had been at sea now for a week. She was riding the wave of excitement and intrigue. Four times now she had been part of the club’s shows, three times it had been in the vac cube, immobilised and unable to see or hear, her body had been overloaded with feelings, such power it had on her, no way to move, to escape the prying hands. She had braved torments of ice and being touched and slapped all over as a latex shell held her in a contorted position. Then each night she’d been lifted away by Simon and his group of men and left to float with her performance partner Becky in a relaxation pool.

Kate's Going to Sea 3: Missed Duties

Thu, 01 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part two

Part 3: Missed Duties

Kate walked around the backstage nervous, it was time for her to be out in the club without the support of her very close friend Becky. She recalled last time when Mark a past work colleague had found her, she had been trussed up suspended just above the crowd, only a small latex thong to cover her crotch. She had been terrified her old work friends and family back home would find out what she did now. They just thought she worked as entertainment crew on a cruise ship. True enough as long as that included semi naked performances of bondage and encasement for guests on a cruise ship for sexual experiences. Kate was waiting for her boyfriend and team member Simon who would be helping her in and out of her toys. Tonight she was trying out something new. The team had been busy in the workshops and had built a plastic pole sphere. From the hooks a model could be attached in a spread eagle position inside. Once attached it wouldn’t matter how the ball rotated, the model would be held immobilised.

Origins of a SB life

Wed, 20 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

ORIGINS - phase two

As I became more comfortable with the realization that I liked bondage I became more adventurous with my experimentation. I found web sites that gave me plenty of ideas for self bondage and some in case I ever found a partner. I created a notebook of ideas that excited me and wrote notes in hopes of one day trying them and actually finding out if I did like them.

Origins of a SB life

Wed, 20 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000

It was a dark and stormy night… not really of course, but isn’t that the way all stories begin? I was actually with my parents while they helped organize a home after a death. I was twelve and possessed an atypical curiosity. So, while the men were picking up food and the women were in the house I explored the garage.

I found a box that had been well taped, but opened by the men, I think. The word “private” was written on top so I had to look! It was full of magazines with titles like men, detective, and adventure. I was shocked by the covers, but couldn’t stop looking. One in particular drew my attention. Two women were being tortured by German soldiers. The one in the background hung by her wrist while being whipped, but it was the one that took up the majority of the cover that fascinated me.

The Case

Wed, 02 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Mario stares at the steel lying on the table across from him and thinks “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad” then another thought flashes through his mind, “Are you crazy! She might never let you out of it!”

Mario’s only choice’s are to stare at the thing that torments him merely by existing or close his eyes and then all he could see was it with him inside. Mario moaned behind the leather hood the sound seeping around the huge ball she had stuffed into his mouth before lacing the hood as tight as she could. The thick leather arm sleeve was crushing his arms together, it too had been laced until she grunted with the effort, the d-ring at his hands tied to the cleat near the ceiling keeping his arms pulled up high behind his back forcing him to remain bent over. The angle she had left him in left the nipple clamps weighted chain dangling from his screaming nipples, each breath made him wince from the pain of his chest heaving over the corset she had laced mercilessly tight.

The Contest

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Jane awoke slowly. It had been a strange and disturbing dream in which she had been forcibly stripped and carried to a place she did not know. She had dreamed of bondage before but this was different. Normally she saw her captor. Her hands were always placed behind her back and legs tied together but this time she had been left spread-eagled and vacant. She was desperate to waken and leave these images behind. As she woke she involuntarily stretched, her arms going wide above her head, and there they stayed. She could not bring them back down, in fact she could not move at all! Even her head was immobile. Her eyes strained to focus but as they did she had to blink to be sure it was real.

Moving April

Sun, 05 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

April walked into her house for the last time. Today was the final day of moving with only big pieces of furniture to move that her husband and friends were taking care of later. She had just gotten back from work early, her boss kind enough to let her leave early.

Walking onto her back porch, it was a lovely sunny day out over looking her pool and backyard. Taking advantage of the lovely day April stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt revealing a bikini. Since she worked at a spa she usually wore bikini’s under her clothes.

Introduction

Thu, 08 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Amelia Ryder was an imposing woman. She was all of five foot six inches tall with the confidence of a marine corp drill Sargent. Her long blond hair hung in a single pony tail as she sat in a rose colored silk dress. Everything about this woman said power and control despite her one handicap. Miss Ryder had been born blind. They had met the day before when she had walked into the social clubs public space and asked to speak to the management. “What is it that you want from this?” Thomas asked. “I’ve listened to audio books about bondage and helpless women but it’s not the same as actually seeing it. In my case I have to touch it, feel it, to understand what it is. I hear the sounds but I don’t know why the sounds are being made or what is causing it”. “Is it the bondage you are curious about or BDSM?” “It’s mostly the bondage but the other does fascinate me. I know that bondage is part of BDSM but I don’t understand how it differs. " “Bondage is just that”, Thomas said, “someone tied up and helpless. For many people this is enough. The simple explanation is that BDSM is what you do once you have them bound and helpless. I can arrange a closed session with a few girls for you tomorrow if you would like”. “That would be wonderful”, Amelia said. The appointment was set. Today Miss Ryder entered tapping her cane and wearing a baby blue dress and sandals. Thomas led her to a table with three other women sitting there.

Carrie

Fri, 19 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Carrie awoke to the sounds of her roommate in the kitchen. A glance at the clock showed it to be just after 5am. Who the hell gets up at 5am on a Saturday? She wondered, pulling the pillow over her head. She heard another thud followed by the sound of a cooking pot clattering on the floor. Knock it off Ronnie, she mumbled from under her pillow.

Seconds later there came another crash. Rolling from the bed Carrie straightened her night shirt and stalked out of her room. Rounding the corner the dark haired woman got a surprise. The kitchen lights were off. Storming into the kitchen she flipped the switch flooding the room with light. Carrie’s eyes were dazzled by the light for a second. “Damn it Ronnie, if your going to be up at this hour at least turn on the light so you can see what your doing!” Then Carrie opened her eyes. Ronnie was huddled on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. She was also stark naked. Ok so it wasn’t the first time one of them were wondering around naked. Only this time the slender red head had a black leather form fitting, something, over her head. Leather straps wrapping around her torso above and below her ample breasts and another at her waist pinning her arms to her body. Another strap at her knees and ankles and leather wrist cuffs completed the bondage. “What the hell?” Carrie gasped, stepping over to her friend. Reaching for the hood she found a small pad lock securing it. Every strap and cuff was held in place using locks. “Someone did you up good, I’m going to have to cut you out”. The bound girl squealed through the mask twisting her head. “Umm, Ummm”, she hummed calling Carrie’s attention to the gag panel on the mask. It was strapped tight but not locked. Releasing the buckle Carrie pulled the gag panel away pulling a two inch wide pear shaped plug from Ronnie’s mouth. “Don’t cut it”, Ronnie gasped, “I just need the keys and I can get myself out”. Carrie had been reaching for the blindfold panel but stopped. “Keys?” She asked. “What keys?” “The keys to the locks”, the bound girl replied. “I dropped them down behind my bed and can’t reach them”. Kneeling on the floor by her helpless friend Carrie leaned back on her heels. “So why are you out here in the kitchen trying to make enough noise to wake the dead?” Ronnie stammered, “I,…. I hid a spare set of keys in here months ago, but I can’t find them”. Realization set in, “Were they taped up under the shelf there about half way back?” “Yes”, the bound girl replied. Giggling Carrie got to her feet, “I found them weeks ago and dropped them into the junk drawer”. Ronnie heard her friend open a drawer and the jingle of keys. She heard Carrie walk out of the room and some sounds from one of the bedrooms. Moments later Carrie was back. “Ok I have both sets of keys and you’re not getting them until I’m good and ready”. “You’re not going to ask about how I got this way?” Ronnie asked. “Not really”, Carrie replied, “unless you’re telling me that someone broke in, bound you in leather, then slipped out without taking anything? Or attacking me as well? I’ve seen the stuff you read on the computer remember? You showed me a few stories about girls tying themselves up. It was some interesting reading. There was one story I remember where a girl tied herself and was discovered by her friend. By the way, guess which part you get to play. But first I’m going back to bed and if you wake me before eight you will be very sorry. Open up, I’m putting the gag back in”. “Wait,….. wait a minute”, Ronnie said. “What?” Carrie asked exasperated. “I,.. I have to,.. pee”, the bound girl said. “Fine”, Carrie said, “but this goes back in first”. Ronnie silently opened her mouth as the pear shape slipped past her lips. Carrie pulled the straps tight as she buckled the panel back in place. Then she opened the small locks on the buckles at the bound girls ankles and knees. Seconds later the straps were removed. Slowly the helpless girl rose to her knees then stood up. She twisted her head as if to see which way to go but the blindfold had never been removed.

Extreme Magic Vignette: Studio Sawing

Mon, 13 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Extreme Magic Vignette: Studio sawing

The studio was quite noisy, mostly with the chatter of the audience, seated in the steep ranks of seating on one side of the vast space. Between them and the flat white expanse of floor were several studio cameras with their operators, each checking in with the gallery and readying themselves for they had been told would be an interesting evenings filming.

Audience had been briefed to stay mostly quiet unless the man introduced as Bob, the studio manager, held up a card for a reaction. He was earnestly speaking into the microphone of his head set. He went and stood in the middle of the floor and began waving his arms, causing the audience to quieten enough that he could be heard.

Performers

Sat, 28 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1.

Sandra is the best thing that ever happened to me. We met each other on Fetlife and started playing together and dating. For several years now we are a couple and try to enjoy BDSM as much as possible. A while ago we started to take it to the next level and launched a website where we promoted ourselves as erotic and BDSM performers. This went really well and almost every weekend we have a performance. Sandra takes care of the business and I usually do not know what kind of audience and performance I am facing. I love the thrill of the uncertainty this gives me, and Sandra is so creative she manages to surprise me every time.

Penny’s Chains

Fri, 21 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Box Load of Padlocks, Just What This Girl Needs

Penny thought to herself, “I must get these” as she looked over a box of high quality padlocks at an estate sale. All the locks had been set to open with the same key. The original owner had rescued those locks from the factory where he worked, and now they were sitting in his garage, waiting for the right buyer to come along. She had gone to this estate sale on a lark. It was a warm Saturday morning, and it seemed like it would be good entertainment.

The Lake House

Fri, 10 Apr 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Joan arrived at the lake house after a two hour drive. They have been meeting out here without Ken’s wife knowing for almost two years The dark haired woman smiled at the thought. She did notice the absence of his car. Digging out her cell phone Joan sent him a text.

“I’m here”

The reply came a minute later.

“I’m in town. Be there soon. Go inside.”

Smiling Joan went into the lake house. She had been meeting Ken out here once a month for the last year or so. His wife never came out here so it was really safe for them to meet. Entering the “Play Room” as they called it Joan saw several things laid out for her on the bed. The bed was a youth bed, slightly shorter in length and a bit wider than a twin. It was made of metal with solid bed posts just the right size for handcuffs. There was one set of handcuffs attached to each bed post and she knew from experience that they would hold her securely with very little wiggle room.

Technology Bondage

Sat, 17 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000

I have to say that I am not really into technology, and related gadgets. I use a computer for the bare necessities of life in this new age of technological advancement. I recognize the ease and advantage of cell phones, but I still do not own a cell phone; in the few situations when I have borrowed one for an emergency call, I have to rely on the person lending it to me to show me how to use it. My reasons for being a technology idiot are not important, but I readily admit that–despite their usefulness–they make me very uncomfortable. A young friend of mine who shares my enjoyment of bondage with other guys came to my home one day for just such a meeting. Grey was his usual cheerful self when he arrived, and we sat and conversed on our lives since our last meeting. Grey seemed a bit more animated than usual as we talked, and I just chalked it up to his excitement of our pending time together (tying each other up). We both enjoy tying up another guy more than being tied up, but take turns tying up each other out of fairness. After a short time, he asked if I was ready to begin. I nodded, enjoying Grey’s eagerness to start, and commented on his obvious excitement. But then he added, “Jake, I want to try something a bit different today!” I inclined my head to one side as he continued, “I have been in contact with a great guy who lives on the east coast and really enjoys bondage situations with other guys. I have told him about our meetings, and–if it is okay with you–he wants to join us for our meeting today–at least for the first couple of hours. Are you okay with that?” This came as a surprise, but I was totally okay with it. I asked where the guy was, and when he was due to arrive. Grey continued, “Oh, he’s still back east.” “How is he going to join us?” I asked (realizing that Grey and I live in the middle of the great American desert regions in the western United States). “Oh, this is the fun part!” Grey said with a big smile. ‘He is going to join us with his cell phone and on-line using your computer. I hope it is okay with you, but he wants to tell us how to tie each other up, and we just follow his direction." Grey went on to explain how it would all fit together, but he was speaking fast and using technical words that I did not readily understand; it was all above my head in comprehension right from the start. Grey finally ended his dialogue with, “All I have to do is call him on my cell phone and we can start. He’s waiting for my call.” As we moved into the room where my computer is located, I confirmed with Grey that this stranger who would remain a stranger was going to tell us just what to do to each other. And he would be tracking it through the computer and Grey’s cell phone. “Yep,” Grey replied. “Kind of different, but he is quite a dominant guy and it could be fun–and maybe a bit safer than having him here in person. But I did tell him that we don’t have expensive toys and we are just into bondage for the sake of bondage; we don’t move into the realm of sexual things. He is okay with that, but he says the bondage will be more strict and tight since that is the case. It sounds kind of exciting–don’t you think? And we can just disconnect if his demands get too dangerous or out of control.” I had to admit: it was all unusual, but interesting and seemed safe enough. Grey sat down at my computer to set things up while I went into the garage to get our box of bondage supplies. Grey was still thumping away on the computer doing….. whatever….. and had made the call and set his cell phone on speaker when I returned with the box. I was introduced to our east coast friend whose name was Max. Max’ voice was low and had a sinister tone to it that was difficult to describe. But he seemed to be an “okay” guy, as he asked me questions to get better acquainted with me as a person while Grey finished with whatever he was working on. When Grey announced to Max that we were ready, Max began to give instructions in his low, sinister tone. “From this point on, I will do most of the talking. The two of you will only speak if you have a question or when you have completed my last order and are ready to move on. And I expect to see firsthand the progress you are making to ensure you are following my instructions. Grey, you will see to that!!” I was thinking how interesting that Max was taking control of the situation from a distance of a few thousand miles using a speaker phone. It was a new experience for me–for sure. Grey was ready to comply, and a big smile appeared on his face as Max began his instructions. Max’ voice was void of emotion as he spoke–well, there was maybe just a tinge of excitement. “Grey, you will be tying Jake up first.” (The reason for Grey’s smile was made obvious with that remark.) “Find a low back chair with no wheels–one that sits flat on the floor.” “Got it!” Grey did not even try to hide the excitement in his voice as he pulled a wooden chair from the corner and set it in the middle of the room. “Jake, before you sit down on the chair, strip to your underwear and socks. If you are wearing a t-shirt, take it off also. You wear nothing but briefs and socks!” Grey’s smile grew as I followed instructions, then sat down on the chair. “Grey, Jake’s hands are to be tied together behind the back of the chair.” Grey moved quickly as the instructions continued to come. “Tie Jake’s feet together–side by side. Tie his knees together. Find something to use as a blindfold.” A pause followed while Grey followed Max instructions to the letter. “And I want a picture!” Grey did not mention anything about pictures, I thought as he knotted the blindfold in place! “Grey, you didn’t say anything about pictures…..” I protested. “And how can you send Max a picture? Is there……” “Picture sent, Max,” Grey said interrupting my questions. “While I’m checking it out, put a gag on that guy, and make it tight! I specifically said no talking!” I heard a small chuckle from Grey. A wad of cloth was shoved into my mouth, then a roll of cloth was pulled between my teeth–forcing the wad of cloth further back in my mouth as Grey knotted it behind my head. I was confident that my cheeks were bulging! Grey went from a slight chuckle to an outright laugh. “Done!” Grey announced (with a little too much excitement in his voice). Max made a couple of comments before continuing with his instructions. “Picture has arrived. It’s a good thing I am not there in person–I have a thing for hairy chests and would likely do something to Jake that he would not appreciate!” (Audible laugh.) “The chair has a low back–great!! Tie Jake’s arms together at elbow level behind the chair, and pull them as close together as you possibly can in the process. When you are done with that, send another picture!” Grey moved quickly to obey. When he was finished, my arms were not touching, but the absolute discomfort made it evident that they were tied not far apart. Max continued, “Picture received. Good job, Grey! Tweak and pinch those nipples for a few minutes until I hear Jake moan!” It didn’t take long for the moan to surface, but I will admit that Grey did me a huge favor by pinching with one hand and holding the phone closer to my gagged mouth with the other. Max gave a low, loud laugh, then continued. “Take the phone off speaker, Grey,” he said. After a couple of minutes I heard Grey say, “Right away–coming right up!” Grey wrapped rope around my upper legs, effectively tying them to the seat of the chair. He then tied a separate rope to the one he had used to tie my knees, wrapped it around the back of my neck, and pulled me forward in the chair. As my head was pulled lower toward my legs, my arms were pulled up so my forearms were resting on the back of the chair. Grey again knotted the rope behind my neck to the ropes tying my knees, and I was forced to remain leaning forward so that my chin was just a short distance from my bound knees. Grey then tied my arms to the backrest of the chair. There was no way I could sit up straight–I was in a totally helpless bondage situation. “Pictures sent from front, back, and sides,” Grey said with a chuckle, then once again put the phone on speaker. I heard Max’ voice say, “Pictures received!” followed by the familiar low laugh. “Well done, Grey.” (Long pause.) I would like to tell you to pull Jake’s feet back and tie them to the backrest on the chair in a sort of hogtie, but I’m concerned that the chair would tip forward and break Jake’s neck when it falls over! Better to keep his feet flat on the floor." Another laugh followed. “Now, Grey, keep the speaker on and I will tell you when to untie Jake. Oh….and if you want to do something to him while he is tied up like that and helpless, be my guest. Just tell me what you are doing when you do it. I am just enjoying the pictures you sent and wishing I was there in person!” Grey just sat back and enjoyed the sight of me–even though he was there with me in person!! Occasionally he would rise and reach his hand under my torso to pinch my nipples, or tug at my chest hair. Sometimes he rubbed his hand across my shoulders. Once, he even dug his fingers into my sides. He would speak out loud and tell Max what he was doing, but only after he had done it. I could do nothing but endure, and wait for Max to give him the order to untie me. Every so often, I would hear Max laugh, and utter words like: great! wow! good job! It seemed like a few hours had passed while I was tied in that uncomfortable position! Just when the stress on my shoulders and lower back was at its peak, and I was confident that I would be walking bent over that way for the rest of my life, Max’ voice came through the speaker. “Grey, lay Jake’s shirt over his shoulders and send me another picture. I need to make sure you kept him tied up until I told you otherwise. Once you have sent the picture, you can untie Jake. But take your time untying him.” (“Take your time”. Just what I really needed to hear!!) A bundle of cloth was laid on my upper back, and Grey’s voice followed, “Picture sent.” “Picture received. Let me know when you finish untying Jake. I will enjoy these pictures while you untie him. Remember, once he is untied, he gets to tie you up.” With motivation like that, Grey did take his time removing the ropes from me. He started by removing the blindfold (leaving the gag in place). He then untied my arms from the chair back and slowly untied my feet. He removed the rope around my neck so I could at least sit upright once again. He untied my legs form the chair, then untied my knees and assisted me into a standing position. He let me walk around a little to get the cramps out of my legs and back–but he left my hands and elbows tied tightly behind me for another ten minutes or so. Max’ low voice came from the speaker, “Are you finished yet, Grey?” “Almost,” Grey responded. “…..just having a hard time with the hands and elbows!” “Send me a picture!” Max’ voice came through with a hint of excitement. Grey did, and a sinister laugh came from Max. “Nice picture, Grey. You did a great job capturing that hairy chest once again! But that has to be uncomfortable. Finish it up.” Grey’s smile turned into a laugh as he untied my hands. He left my elbows tied while he removed the gag, then slowly untied my elbows. I moved my jaws back and forth and opened my mouth as if giving a huge yawn as Grey announced, “Jake is untied.” As I rubbed my wrists and elbows, Max’ voice was heard. “Jake, it’s your turn to tie Grey up. But first, Grey needs to show you how to take pictures and fire them off to me. Let me know when Grey is finished explaining how to do it. And Grey–do not take a lot of time explaining it or you will suffer later on!” Grey quickly ran me through the procedure. “It’s done,” Grey said. “Jake should now be a whiz at doing it!” “We’ll see soon enough,” Max replied. “Your turn to strip down to your briefs and socks, Grey.” Grey’s smooth, broad chest and moderately hairy legs soon came into view as he followed Max’ instructions. “Done,” he said, with a slight smile. I did notice at that point that Grey had developed a respectable erection underneath his briefs. “Let’s test out the training you gave to Jake,” Max said. “Jake, take a picture of Grey and send it to me.” I used Grey’s cell phone to take a photo of him and did what Grey had shown me a short time before. “Picture sent,” I said, and sarcastically wondered if I should be saluting when I said it. “Nice,” Max’ voice came through. “No chest hair, but very impressive nonetheless.” A slight pause followed, and neither Grey nor I dared to break the silence. “Tie Grey’s hands together behind his back, Jake,” Max ordered. “Then I want two pictures sent: one from the front, and one from the back.” I followed Max’ demands, and the photos were soon on their way. “Pictures sent,” I said. “Quite an impressive view from the front,” Max said, and gave a small laugh. “Grey, I do believe you are enjoying all this a bit too much.” There was a long pause before Max spoke again. “Jake, tie Grey’s feet together while he’s standing there.” I moved the chair that I had been tied to into a corner of the room, and knelt to tie Grey’s feet. No more instructions came forth, so I said, “Done.” The silence continued as Grey and I just looked at each other. Finally, Max spoke again in his low voice, but with a slightly sinister inflection, “Jake, pull Grey’s underwear down to his ankles, and send me another picture from the front.” Grey’s smile faded, and a grimace took its place as I moved behind him and jerked his underwear down his legs. I took the requested picture and sent it. Grey looked at me with a vague expression on his face as I looked at his impressive cock–with his hands tied behind him, there was no chance of hiding his enlarged manhood. We could both hear Max’ chuckling and laughter coming from the cellphone. “Very nice,” he finally said. “Jake, pull Grey’s underwear back up and help him get down on the floor, face down. We need to be moving along.” I pulled Grey’s underwear up as directed, and carefully maneuvered it over his enlarged cock. Grey caught his breath as I slowly rubbed the elastic band of his underwear up the full length of it. (I had to smile–and I do admit that I did it on purpose.) I took him by the arm and pulled back as Grey eased himself down to the floor and rolled into a face down position. “Grey shoulders are too broad for you to tie his arms together like he did to you, Jake, so just tie a rope around his feet and hogtie them to his hands. But don’t leave any slack in the hogtie at all. I want his fingers to be able to touch his heels when you are through. Then take a picture and send it to me.” I did everything that Max instructed, and enjoyed Grey’s discomfort–made more evident by a few moans from him–as I knotted the hogtie rope. “Picture sent,” I said when I was finished. “Very nice,” came the response from Max, and he repeated it a few more times. “Now add a gag just like he did to you. Then send me another picture.” “Picture sent,” I said after following his orders, making sure the cloth gag was just as tight as the one Grey had put on me earlier. There was a long pause interspersed occasionally by the quiet laughter of Max. I just sat down on a chair and enjoyed the sight of Grey, silenced and tightly hogtied on the floor in the middle of the room. I remained silent, and watched as Grey shifted at times or tested the ropes with an occasional struggle. I knew Max would tell me when it was time to set him free, and I will admit that I was enjoying this threesome bondage meeting. About twenty minutes passed before I heard Max’ voice again on the speaker. “Jake, is Grey still hogtied?”

A Proper Rope Job

Wed, 12 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Paula finds herself a willing victim to another of Jane’s impossible challenges. Hogtied severely and challenged to escape which ultimately would leave Jane as Paula’s own slave for one month for every rope that Paula can remove. Can Paula possibly escape to win her prize.

Jane had found me spread-eagled chained in self bondage to my hallway wall. A magic wand vibrator was torturing my fanny, wringing out an uncountable amount of orgasms. I was a shaking sweaty mess and sore from the constant vibrations, but unable to resist the urge to come over and over again. Jane proposed we take turns tying each other up. That night I had my first girl/girl sexual experience.

It Must Be Genetic

Sat, 27 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Lucy Harris sat at the kitchen table of her new house with a cup of coffee and the papers finalizing her divorce. Her daughter celebrated her high school graduation in their old house and her eighteenth birthday in their new house in the same week, but Lucy felt it important to return to their home town where Lana could be with her relatives, and she was very happy Lana had re-established her close relationship with her best childhood friend Patty. Even though Lana, Patty, and Lana’s cousins Doug and Victor were all adults, Mrs. Harris felt her daughter missed the opportunity to form stable relationships in childhood and doing so now would be good for her. Right now the four were down stairs in the basement family room.

Chris Kidnapped

Tue, 02 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Chris is an 18yr old student in his final year in college. He is approximately 5’9, slim build with black hair. He goes to one of them colleges who take pride on being one of the best in the country in terms of results so they expect their students to represent them in the right way in appearance, in other words wearing a uniform. Chris was wearing a white shirt (untucked), sleeves 3/4length, blue tie and black trousers.

Slumber Party Crasher

Mon, 11 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the sitcoms “Diff’rent Strokes” and “The Facts of Life”. “Are you sure you can handle this, Kimberly?” said Mr. Drummond cautiously. He was off for a two day business trip next week, and the idea of leaving his daughter Kimberly home alone while having a slumber party was becoming an increasing concern.

“Dad, I’m 18 after all,” stated Kimberly. “Willis will be gone for that baseball tournament and Arnold’s going to be at Dudley’s house while you’re gone. Adelaide will be around, though.” Mr. Drummond recalled the last time Kimberly had a slumber party, resulting in a massive pillow fight with feathers and stuffing all over the floor while Willis and Arnold got sick from eating nothing but junk food. However, that was about four years ago, and Phillip Drummond watched his daughter grow up and mature before his eyes. “Who exactly do you plan to invite?” asked Mr. Drummond. “Just my closest friends from Eastland Academy,” said Kimberly. “Sue Ann Weaver, Cindy Webster, and Nancy Olson.” “Okay, Kimberly,” agreed Mr. Drummond. “You can have your slumber party.” A week later everything was set in motion. Mr. Drummond got picked up in the company car and left for the airport, Willis was away for his baseball tournament, Arnold was over his best friend Dudley’s house, and Adelaide Brubaker, their beloved housekeeper, was finishing up preparing assorted snacks and foods for the arrival of Kimberly’s friends. The doorbell rang, and Kimberly happily greeted her friends as they entered: the studious blonde haired, blue-eyed, Sue Ann Weaver, the athletically tomboyish Cindy Webster with her pale blue eyes and long, somewhat wild, blonde hair, and the attractive brunette Nancy Olson. “Hi, Kimberly!” greeted Sue Ann as she, Cindy, and Nancy exchanged hugs. “It’s great to see you all again,” said Kimberly. “How’s Mrs. Garrett?” “Stressed, it seems,” answered Nancy. “Mr. Parker’s always has some type of catering project for her and she’s been babysitting Blair, Tootie, Natalie, and some other girl named Jo all year around, it seems.”

Cameron and Heather 2

Fri, 08 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Cameron and Heather)

Chapter Two: Their Bondage Night

[The day started out with Cameron and Heather going to an outdoor mall to pick up some candles for their romantic evenings. In addition, Heather wound up with a few more dresses and items of intimate wear. Cameron enjoyed seeing Heather squirm in her new ‘cheeky’ panties. Then, Heather, dually surprised and elated, learned that Cameron was proposing to her in front of a crowd of strangers. Once they got home, she enjoyed him masturbating her before a loving and romantic bath together.]

The Perils of Pauline 2: Married Bliss Part 4

Wed, 30 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Perils of Pauline 2: Married Bliss Part 3)

Chapter II: Married Bliss, Part 4

Research & Development

Rachel sat on the patio, a gentle breeze blowing through her hair. She was a bit warm in the track suit but the concrete felt cool on the soles of her bare feet. It was a glorious day with an occasional big puffy cloud floating by. She had seen about a dozen in the hour and a half she’s been out here and tried to identify them as they went by, one sort of looked like an elephant, but mostly they looked like clouds. Today was just like the day her dad taught her to fly turns. It took her a couple of hours to get the hang of it, but then she was circling a big cotton ball in the sky, adjusting bank and rudder for changing wind direction to keep the plane the same distance from the cloud all the way around. Rachel missed those days, not that she would trade them for her life with Kim. Perhaps they had been underappreciated.

The Perils of Pauline 2: Married Bliss Part 2

Fri, 04 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter two part 1

Chapter II: Married Bliss, Part 2

“KIM.”

The sun was filling the kitchen with light. Kim had gotten up early and was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and her laptop trying to edit her feature length basement bondage video into the short clip it was meant to be. Let’s give her a few more minutes, Kim thought while savoring another sip from her mug.

Prank Gone Wild

Fri, 18 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“You live here?” said Erika, awestruck by the size and style of the house, as it was clearly owned by someone wealthy. “Yes, but you know I can’t own something like this,” answered Holly humorously. “At least not yet. My friend Dina’s uncle owns it, and lets us stay here rent free in exchange for keeping an eye on it along with cutting the grass and stuff.”

“Hi there,” greeted Dina, opening the front. “I’m Dina. Come on in.” “Thanks. I’m Erika,” said Erika. The three young women went into the living room and relaxed. Erika was passing through, and took the opportunity to meet up with her old friend Holly, who she knew since grade school. Now in their early twenties, they had a lot of catching up to do. Each were attractive young women in their own way: Dina was a tall, slender young woman who stood around 5 foot 9 inches tall with dirty blonde hair that she combed straight that went slightly past her ears at any angle to the base of her neck, with brown eyes and a great tan; Holly stood around 5 foot 6 inches tall, and was the typical “All American Girl” with her long strawberry-reddish blonde hair, fair alabaster white skin, and soft brown eyes; Erika was your typical tomboy, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short black hair, blue eyes, with an athletic physique highlighted by her strong, powerful legs from running and biking to workout. It was a few years since Holly and Erika had seen each other, so much of their conversation was on how much each they had changed. Whereas Erika had pretty much looked and stayed the same with her tomboyish appearance, Holly had matured from a shy redhead to a confident and extremely attractive young woman. Dina simply enjoyed their company, along with the silly stories of what they were like as kids growing up in the same neighborhood. “The pool’s just about ready,” offered Dina. “Great,” said Holly. “I’ve been dying for a swim since the morning.” “You have your own pool?” commented Erika. “Pool, recreation room, fully stocked bar,” added Dina pleasantly. “And all we have to do is take care of the place.”

The Landlord's Fantasy

Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Samantha and her roommate Kristen were two college coeds renting an off-campus apartment, literally getting by paycheck to paycheck. Both were strikingly attractive blondes in their own right, with Samantha the well-endowed one with brown eyes and looked a lot like Drew Barrymore while Kristen was the athletic one, with dark blue eyes and great muscle tone.

Their cozy apartment was very inexpensive and in a relatively nice part of town that was close to the university campus, but it came with an odd price: their landlord. Although they couldn’t prove it, they could swear that their landlord, Mr. Dee, was nothing more than a dirty old man. He was in his early 50s in age, with a thin, well-trimmed beard and mustache and an average build, and his presence always creeped them out. However, the extremely low rent for such a nice abode was something they had to take, and they rarely saw Mr. Dee anyway. Until now, that is. Through a weekend and a weekend there of too much partying, Samantha and Kristen spent all of their earnings at the bars and upscale restaurants and didn’t have enough money for the rent… again. They were now a full three months behind, dreading the arrival of an eviction notice from their landlord in the mail. Kristen was at the university gym working out, while Samantha was studying. The doorbell rang, and when Samantha answered it, Mr. Dee was standing there with a small black duffel bag in his hand. “Hello, Mr. Dee,” said Samantha, feeling her stomach sink. “Hello, Samantha,” said Mr. Dee. “May I come in?” “Of course,” answered Samantha. “What’s this about?” “You know why I’m here,” stated Mr. Dee, looking at there things strewn about the apartment. “You and Kristen are three months late with the rent. And this place is a mess. If I were to evict you now, it’d cost me a small fortune to get this place up to snuff to put back on the market.” “No, please, don’t evict us,” pleaded Samantha. “We’ll make up the rent, I promise. We’ll… we’ll do anything you want…”

The Next Step

Tue, 14 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000

When I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, I immediately went into the work force. I was phenomenally lucky, however, and a few years later I was accepted into a program at work. I got a fellowship to take a year off from work so that I could go to school and get my master’s degree. Even better, I would still be collecting three-quarters of my normal salary during this year.

The Sisterhood

Wed, 27 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Looking back on my childhood with the clarity of an adult woman I realize that, even at an early age I knew – or sensed – that something was different about my family. What you grow up with seems normal because that is what you experience as normal. It becomes your baseline even though it may be completely different from most everyone else’s reality.

None of the women in my family were married. But more than that, there was a pronounced absence of men. As a young girl I didn’t think much about it. I knew other girls had dads but it didn’t seem all that strange. People leave, couples divorce, life goes on. I remember asking my mother once about who my father was. She told me he was a nice man but had died before I was born. From time to time my mother would go out. I knew she dated. But none of the men stuck around for more than one or two dates.

One Prank Deserves Another

Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

For a number of years, near the city where I live, there was a ten-day celebration around mid-summer that celebrated the settlement of the American West. It involved Native Americans, cowboys, gunslingers, a circled wagon train, craftsmen making everything from saddles to brooms, stagecoach rides, panning for gold, and frontier cuisine at the food stands. There was a theatrical presentation each night depicting the history of the West in song and dance. Local singers and dancers rehearsed for weeks in preparation. And there was even a professional dance group from a neighboring city who would come and participate in the presentation each year. Patrons would come from almost every state in the nation, and local schools totally enjoyed the historical nature of the event–even if it was in the middle of summer and school was not in session. I admit, I am a history buff, so I volunteered my time each year (along with dozens of other local people) to make it all happen. Over the years, I worked in food booths, running errands, constructing the frontier street, clean up efforts, taking a part in the production to replace a cast member who had a last minute emergency, and just working wherever I was needed–enjoying every minute of the time spent there. One year, I was given the assignment of cleaning the dressing rooms for the theatrical performers each night. There was one room for the male cast, one for the female cast, and two rooms for the male and female members of the professional dance group. (Over the years, I had gotten to know most of the professional dancers quite well, since many of them returned each year. They were a fun-loving group, and took delight in playing small pranks on the local cast members and each other. It made for some exciting and frustrating situations during rehearsals.) After the performance one night, I waited patiently for the participants to change out of their costumes, then began to clean the dressing rooms. I finished the men’s dressing room, but as usual, there were some stragglers in the women’s dressing room. I noticed the light was off in the men’s dressing room for the professional dancers, and decided to clean that room next.

I Think I'm Starting to Like This...

Sat, 23 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Hey come here, I have a suprise for you.”

You grab me by the wrist, pull me up the stairs practically. I’m trying to keep up but you’re way too excited. You tell me to lay on the bed. “Close your eyes silly.”

You pull off my shirt, my pants, lightly tickle me as you remove my briefs - my manhood is standing aptly at attention already, making you laugh a bit. You leave the bed, and I try to sneak a look, but you’re far too smart and yell for me to keep my eyes closed. Which of course I obey, because I’m far too entertained by you in a dominant mood. I feel your hands grab my foot - silky smooth fabric is being put up my legs, and before I know it, you have my entire bottom half pantyhose clad. “Wow. Wow. You really do like that don’t you. Now keep your eyes closed and slink down a bit on the bed…” I feel you get on the bed, the weight rocking me back and forth (also making my johnny bounce a bit in its erect state, which you notice with glee) and next thing I know your foot is covering my mouth. “Quiet you. I want to keep you hushed up for a while - my foot will do for now, but I’m a kind soul. Look now ya little slut.”

The Release of my Soul

Sun, 17 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1

I’d waited weeks for this day to arrive, and today Nicki was arriving from Colorado for a three-day visit. I’d taken several days off of work, and my kids were staying with their mom. Nicki was my friend, soul mate, and former lover from high school. We’d dated briefly in high school in Colorado, before parting ways as friends. I’d joined the Army to satisfy my wanderlust and escape the small town, and she had married and settled down to raise a family. I’d eventually gotten married as well, out in California, and had two children of my own.

Emma's Irish 8's

Mon, 09 Sep 2013 00:00:00 +0000

For Rob at Ropedreams:- “hope the leg is getting better and your crazy golf is less eventful next time” lol

Preview from “An afternoon chair tied in silk scarf Bondage”:- A few weeks ago I had ordered some scarves online and had tied myself to a chair in the kitchen when I realized I had pulled the knots too tight and I couldn’t pick at them to get free. I was silly and had attached my wrists, tied behind my back, to the back of the chair which limited my movement.

Stop Yer Tickling!

Tue, 27 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a sequel to “Drip, Drip” featuring the same characters. It can be read as a stand-alone story though.

STOP YER TICKLING!

Will you stop yer tickling, Jock! Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock! Dinna mak’ me laugh so hearty, Or you’ll mak me choke. Oh, I wish you’d stop yer nonsense, Just look at all the folk. Will yer stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing. Stop yer tickling Jock!

Family Ties 2: Let the Games Begin

Thu, 15 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Family Ties)

Part 2: Let the Games Begin

“I would love to see the letter my dear.”

Ken and Kyle were out with friends and Janice and Kelly accepted Uncle Sy’s invitation to dine out with him. Sy had just returned from a trip and was eager to be updated on family affairs, especially Kelly’s decision on college.

Sy took the letter from Kelly and chose to read aloud.

The Audition

Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

He looked at his watch. No one was coming. No one would ever come. It was only a matter of time, he thought, until word spread.

He had loved magic since he was eight years old. Eight when the magic show took place in his home village, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas. he forgot the details of his early life, a whole lifetime and countless miles away from his life now, but he’d never forget the day the magician arrived. No, that wasn’t true. He’d never forgot his assistant.

The Car Wash 2

Thu, 27 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Car Wash 2)

Part 3

Chelsea spent the night with with Mike, but she didn’t consider it a hardship at all. While she ordinarily preferred women over men, Mike had proven himself an extraordinary lover, so much so that she thought she may even have a change of preference. She also had found a sudden affinity for restraint, and here Mike was only too happy to indulge her kink, and she found herself deliciously bound in several helpless positions before being taken by him repeatedly.

Kidnapped by a Friend; Delivered to a Stranger

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I would first like to confirm that I enjoy the company of women. They can be so soft, charming, intelligent, sensitive, and yet reduce a guy to the status of bumbling idiot with just a flutter of their eyelashes. I suppose that my respect for the opposite sex has removed from my mind any desire to engage in bondage with a member of the female gender. But men are another matter. Strange as it may seem, I find great excitement in sharing bondage adventures with other guys. In my crazy teenage years, I shared tie-up adventures with male friends and cousins that left me with a great enjoyment for male bondage. After one experience with a cousin my same age, I have always enjoyed the sensation of seeing another guy tied up, and made helpless and vulnerable. Sexual gratification was never intentionally a part of the tie-up games, but as we got older, sometimes the surge of excitement would lead to involuntary things happening that would fall into that category. We just overlooked it, and gradually got over any feelings of embarrassment or concern if it happened. In later years, while watching movies of guys tied up, gagged, blindfolded, or being placed in some bondage situation, I would squirm in my seat and feel the need to adjust my trousers much of the time. Though attempting to be discreet in the process, it sometimes proved embarrassing during my dating and courtship years. As we finished our formal education and began our professional careers, my friends and I all moved our separate ways. Though we kept in touch, the tie-up games we enjoyed became few and scattered–or discontinued altogether. But then the age of computers erupted into a whole new world of bondage “sites”, and I have become a steady visitor. It was on a male bondage site that I met a young man who seems to mirror my interest in bondage with other guys. We got acquainted online, shared ideas, and since we only lived a half hour drive from each other, decided to meet. Grey and I hit it off immediately, and even now continue to meet as often as we can to share ideas and bondage adventures with each other. We have developed a great friendship, including respect and trust. I am pretty sure that Grey is not gay–not that it matters at all. We just enjoy each other’s company and creativity in the sport of tying each other up.

Triple Tickle

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000

The three halfling women standing in the courtroom were as different as three young halfling females could possibly be. They were all short, of course, with round faces; plump, big-breasted butterballs who were only the slightest bit over half the height of human women. They were all barefoot, with hair growing from the tops of their feet as thickly as from the tops of their heads. And they were all thirty-three or older, since only halflings who had ‘come of age’ were allowed in the predominantly human city of Gilderhaven.

Caught & Tickled by my Wife’s friend Antinette

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

I often like to get myself dressed up in nylons and high heels and tie myself up just for fun. Being a guy it just isn’t the thing most guys do. I am very lucky that my wife will let me indulge myself and tie myself up for her to find, but sometimes it just nice to tie myself up and enjoy my capture until I finally get myself loose. Just recently we moved and with all of the prep of getting ready to move and then moving I didn’t have a whole lot of time to myself to enjoy my hobby. My wife’s son and myself were just about done putting everything away in it’s new place and life was starting to get back to normal.

Gai-Shift - Kiyoko

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

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Kiyokoa Gai-Shift cog

She perched like a dove on the timeworn subterranean platform, eyes elfin and wise, hair a river of black, slender yet strong limbs hinted beneath her flowing white robes. She said nothing, content to watch the rumbling belt with its whining, wide-eyed cargoes rolling past.

Melody's Captivity

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Even though she expected it, M’rerallie Clan Chumf winced when the grey metal wall suddenly appeared in front of her starfighter. She’d always found coming out of stasis to be a bit disconcerting.

Earlier, she and her cousin had set on a rich prize of a freighter, and two Commonwealth starfighters had come racing in to its rescue. One of them came straight at her, his quad autoblasters hammering her shields, and she threw her starfighter into a twisting turn while dropping her shield’s threshold to an insanely low two percent. Just in time: A final burst brought her shields below the ten percent that normally triggered stasis.

Gai-Shift - Serif

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

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Serifa Gai-Shift cog

She appeared like a ghost in a camera’s negative plate, black, slender, silent, gliding through the British Museum’s stacks. Her jet clothing was immaculate, decisively sharp, the tight ink-hued coat delineating her waspish waist and modest breasts, her legs collected by the tight knee-cut skirt, her pumps shimmering like polished ebony. Her hair was as black and sweeping as Japanese calligraphy, her oval face serene behind the heavy glasses. She was surrounded by books. She was in her element.

Jackie and the Tickle Machines

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Somewhere near Old Detroit, a program loaded into the Net: 314986970.ANGL. It was time to recapture subject 314-98-6970 for close examination and possible treatment.

In what was once a suburb to the southwest of Detroit, Jackie of the Elm-Streeters poked through a pile of rubble, digging out old cookware. She was a Rat Bastard: A feral human, a mongrel with genes from five continents. In the summer heat, her clothing revealed much of her tan-brown skin, consisting as it did of salvaged cut-off shorts, a halter top to hold her more than ample breasts, and floppy sandals on her otherwise bare feet. Her black hair, cut short in what once was called a pageboy bob, had reddish highlights and framed a face with a generous mouth and dark eyes with just a hint of epicanthic fold.

Tanya's Mistake

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

The firmware modification Tanya wanted to perform on her Batsman 3000 Cleaning and Personal Care robot required that she attach a cable. This meant kneeling and crawling on the floor around the inert ‘bot, but it was no hardship to do so: The floor, at least in that room, was covered with a lush carpet, a pastel lavender in color and fur-like in texture. It caressed her bare legs and tiny feet as she struggled with the connection before finally managing to snap it into place.

Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 6: from Manni to Maiden

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 5: Cindy the Rubenisque Maid)_

_To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge continued from part four

Chapter 6: from Manni to Maiden

Van trembled for a number of reasons.

Firstly, he was standing in a stolen maids uniform, wigged and lipsticked and costumed by Cindy (his enthusiastic lover who had played tie-me-tie-you games with him over their long, wet night). His high heels pinched, his nylon-packed bra chafed and his panties gripped his nuts like a groping farm girl. It was uncomfortable in a sexy cross-dressing way.

Gai-Shift - Point of View

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

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Point of Viewa Gai-Shift storylette

Darkness falls away like a blindfold, likely because there had been a leather blindfold over your eyes.

You blink slowly (for blinking is the only action open to you, strapped up as you are in your leather body suit, gagged with a thrusting penile plug, only your eyes exposed. The room hazing in the glare of overhead gaslights is tiled, harsh and institutional.

Bound, Tied & Tickled

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

BOUND: TIED, TICKLED, AND TORMENTED INTO SPASMS AND ‘GASMS

I. Oh God, oh Fuck

A ticklish clit can be a bitch. A super ticklish clit can be an agony, but of the very best kind. I learned this from my “sister” in a quite unexpected way.

Karen was not my sister in any true meaning of the term, but had been the daughter of my parents’ very close friends. She was three years older than me and had entered my life five years earlier as a stay-over guest. Our parents were members of the local political scene and spent many evenings and weekends away from home. Because our house was in a very remote area, almost like an outpost in a forest that was adjacent to a huge state park, my folks thought it would be a good idea for me to have company when they were away. I don’t know what they thought when they chose to have an incredibly sexy girl stay alone with me during the most raging stages of my raging hormone period, but it was a decision that put many a smile on my face. They called her my “sitter” as a shorthand term, and they never learned just how appropriate that title would be; Karen would spend a lot of time over the years sitting on me!

Can I Bury You?

Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“Can I bury you?” Asked Jim.

“Bury me? Why? Shouldn’t I be dead first?” Mary shot back, looking a little confused.

He laughed. “No, not all the way, just up to your neck, it could be a lot of fun.” She looked at him like he was crazy.

She then replied. “Do you mean like in that movie the other night, like in ‘CreepShow’? Because it didn’t look like they were having a whole lot of fun in the movie”

Can I Bury You?

Wed, 23 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

“Can I bury you?” Asked Jim.

“Bury me? Why? Shouldn’t I be dead first?” Mary shot back, looking a little confused.

He laughed. “No, not all the way, just up to your neck, it could be a lot of fun.” She looked at him like he was crazy.

She then replied. “Do you mean like in that movie the other night, like in ‘CreepShow’? Because it didn’t look like they were having a whole lot of fun in the movie”

Cousin Laura's Revenge 2

Thu, 01 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Cousin Laura’s Revenge)

Part Two

Friday, May 24, 2002

Mike was awakened at 8am by tickling on his feet and his face. As he laughed, he realized that two hands were at his left foot (one holding the toes back, and one scratching at the sole), two hands were similarly at his right foot, and two more hands at his face (one tickling him under the chin, and one grasping his hair, holding his head still). Although blindfolded, he realized that somebody had joined his two cousins. He jerked in his bonds in surprise.

That Crackling Sound

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

That crackling sound is starting to get to me now. I know she cannot help it, but it is seriously starting to get on my nerves. The source of that terrible sound is in front of me on a table. A sturdy table with a sole occupant who has very little choice in the matter. Every tiny movement she makes is accompanied by a faint crackling sound, and no matter how hard she tries she is quite unable to stay still. And I cannot really blame her. If it was me on that table I doubt I would be able to keep still either.

Quality Control

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest

When Miss Stone moved in next door I had no idea my life was about to change.

It was my senior year of High School and I had no intentions of going college. I had little motivation and little direction. I lived with my dad who traveled a lot so I pretty much got to do what I wanted as long as I kept up with the basic chores he asked me to do. It was summer, I was wayward, and I liked it.

Quality Control

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest

When Miss Stone moved in next door I had no idea my life was about to change.

Gai-Shift - Beachcomber

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

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At the mouth of the Mighty Thames where it flows past great mudflats on its final rush to the sea, there lies a small cottage well up in the dunes, its flagpole rattling in the ever-present breeze. It is small and tidy, its exterior wall lined with recovered gear and looped with rope, all pulled from the nearby shore.

Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 4: Little Megan

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 3: Fairies & the Sacred Glade)

Chapter 4: Little Megan

The moon broke over the beautiful glen, its dark oaks royal, its central pond as smooth as crystal. On one mossy bank stood two erect shapes, leaf-wound and trembling, the humans within only denoted by the glassy eyes shimmering wetly between the clamping fronds.

Megan and Chlorophene shuddered in their slow orgasms, moving from low point to high over long hours. The plants that held them facilitated them along, sensing their excitement from their pulse, their temperature and their skin’s salt content. When it was required, the foliagic awareness would shove its root deeper into their sexes, rising them slightly in their wrappings, making them purr.

June’s Self Bondage Mistake 5

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 4

Part Five

Arriving home, June and Mary walked together as lovers would, arm-in-arm, being as close to each other as they could without interfering with their walking. June unlocked the door, and they both went inside, already kissing and fondling each other. As they walked towards the bedroom letting the door close behind them loudly, they peeled each other’s clothes off, leaving a trail of discarded clothes from the front door to the bedroom hallway.

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 20: Serving Astarte

Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 19: Pili to the rescue)_

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Chapter 20: Serving Astarte

with thanks to SkyHawk7x

June 12, 199_

I am Pili.

I sit on a morning-lit bed, my lanky body naked, ropes tangled across my long legs and sex-resonating crotch. Sister (as I still call my dear Annie) has just untied me. I greet the day with my writing, my wrists scored with markings of love.

Meeting Strand

Sun, 31 Jul 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I am a heterosexual male with a lifelong desire to enjoy bondage games with an attractive woman. As I grow older, I have come to the sad realization that, regardless of the stories one might read on sites like this, there are precious few women who are truly into bondage, and the odds of meeting up with one are slim indeed. So it was with a great deal of interest and understanding that I read Strand Ankler’s “How I Got Myself Tied Up” series of stories relating his experiences with paid women and gay men. When my first bondage story was published, I was quite pleased that Strand was one of the first to respond. We developed an email friendship and discovered that he lives in my old hometown. Recently I was planning my first trip back in several years and we agreed to meet up. Here’s my (fictional) tale of that encounter:

Gai-Shift - Winter Solstice

Fri, 24 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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Twas Winter Solstice in the world Gai Shifted, a time of good cheer and merriment. Across the planet, peace, sensitivity and restriction found its way into every corner of the happy globe (even though globes do not technically have corners). This was so true in so many places, specifically…

False Imprisonment

Sun, 10 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Jeremy woke up slowly, which was unusual for him. He was a morning person, and he usually woke with bright eyes and plenty of energy. Grogginess made him wary, so he tried to sit up, only to find that he couldn’t. That woke him up the rest of the way. He pulled with his arms, but they were held out and above his head. He caught a glint of metal. “Handcuffs,” he said. “Aw, hell. Dammit, she really pulled it off.” He thought back to a night a few months back when he and Alicia were sitting at an isolated table at Vecchio’s Bar. They’d been talking about a story on the news earlier that evening about a woman who was charged with false imprisonment when the police busted into the apartment she shared with her boyfriend . . . who was chained to the bed. A nosy neighbor had called the police when she’d seen the woman leading the man to their front door blindfolded and with his hands cuffed behind his back, and she called the police. Certain things aren’t done in small towns, apparently, and it took a district attorney with a little perspective to let the matter drop. After a couple of drinks, they began to discuss the logistics. “Do you think they planned ahead?” Alicia asked. “Hmm . . . probably,” Jeremy responded with a wry smile. “Who carries around a pair of handcuffs?” “It’s not as uncommon as you might think. I’ve seen plenty of people who hang them from their rear view mirrors. And as for the blindfold? In a pinch, almost anything would do.” “I guess. But why walk into the house that way? Why not wait until you’re inside?” “Maybe the rush, the adrenaline.” “Yeah. Like having sex in an elevator, knowing the door could open at any time.” Alicia’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? Is there something I should know about, dear?” “I watch a lot of television,” he said, rolling his eyes. “What I want to know . . . well, I know guys are almost always willing to have sex, but did he just let her cuff him? Or did she overpower him?” “Overpower him? Honey, the guy must have had a hundred pounds on her, most of it muscle.” “You don’t think a woman could overpower a man?” she asked in a dangerous voice. He held up his hands in a warding off gesture. “I’m not saying that, Ali. I’m just saying that it’s . . . improbable.” “Really? Then how about we have a little experiment?” He looked wary. “As in?” “As in, at a time of my choosing, I will try to overpower you. If I can get you chained to the bed, you’re at my total mercy until I decide to let you go.” “And if you fail?” She pursed her lips as she thought. “Hmm . . . How about this? I’ll order that French maid outfit you’ve drooled over in the past, and I’ll spend a day of your choosing at your beck and call.” He smiled and extended his hand, and as she shook it he said. “Oh, you are so done, honey. The house will be spotless, and maybe I’ll use your tits to dust the floor.” “Jeremy, my dear, you’ll never even know what hit you,” she said with a wicked grin. He grimaced as he again pulled at the cuffs holding him to the bed frame, but he was stuck. “She’s right. How the hell did this happen?” he mumbled, pulling at what felt to be leather which held his ankles to the foot of the bed. “You should really be careful about accepting drinks from women,” Alicia said from the doorway, amused at the sight of him jerking against his bonds at the sound of her voice, “especially when you’ve got a bet going on.” “What did you do?” he asked, growing alarmed. He couldn’t see her from his position on the bed. Then she walked into his field of vision. She was wearing the French maid outfit that he did, indeed, like a great deal, but he had the feeling he wouldn’t be enjoying it all that much. “You know how you can’t stand the dentist? Remember how he gave you the prescription for Triazolam so you could sleep through your appointments and he could work without you jerking around in the chair? We still have a couple of those left. I ground up one of the pills and put the powder in your last beer last night at Vecchio’s. Didn’t you wonder at all why I was in such a hurry to get home after you started drinking it?” “I just figured you were horny.” “I sure was,” she replied with a smirk. “The thought of you helpless on this bed had me so wet that I was fingering myself the whole time I was driving you home. I’m just glad we don’t live farther from the bar, or I would have had to drag you into the house. The people at the bar might think you’re a bit of a lightweight, but I don’t mind.” She ran a finger from his ankle all the way up his leg, and he shivered involuntarily. “I see you’re already firm,” she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft. She squeezed gently, then more firmly. She laughed as he bucked, trying to encourage her to bring him off. “That might be handy later, though it’s a bit premature for what I have in mind right now.” “And what would that be?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but he groaned as she pulled her hand away. “Oh, I’d hate to spoil the surprise.” She pulled a bandana from her sash. Folding it into a long, thick strip she said, “And speaking of surprises—“ She wrapped the bandana around his head twice, covering his eyes, and then tied a knot at the side of his head. “Now wait just a minfffffff—” he began to object, but the shiny rubber ball gag she shoved into his mouth cut him off mid-sentence. She buckled it tightly. “You’ll need that mouth later, my pet, but for now let’s make sure your objections to my possession of you don’t encourage the neighbors to call the police. I’m sure you’d hate to have your officer friends find you in such a compromising position.” He struggled fruitlessly for another minute, chewing objections into the gag as Alicia looked on in amusement. But finally, his swollen cock bobbing one last time, his body calmed as he grew resigned to his fate. “Much better, my sweet plaything. I’m sure you’ll struggle some more before I’m done with you, but if you relax, you might even enjoy some of this.” She climbed up on the bed and straddled his chest, pinning his member to his stomach, and she slowly slid her juicy lips along its length. He tried to thrust himself into her, but she rolled off of him and then slapped his penis hard enough to sting. “I’ll decide when that happens . . . if it happens.” She leaned over him and kissed his gagged lips. “For now, though, you’re just a toy, and I intend to play.” The French maid suit had come with a feather duster. Alicia took this in hand and she lightly rubbed the feathers over the soles of Jeremy’s feet. Now, he usually claimed to be immune to tickling, but the uncertainty of his predicament had him on edge, and he couldn’t help but tense up. He struggled with every touch of the duster, and soon his body was slick with the sweat of his exertions. He never knew where she’d attack next, and every touch became electric. Finally she unbuckled the gag and pulled it slowly from his mouth. He flexed his jaw a number of times, but he remained silent. Alicia pulled the blindfold off his head, and then she leaned in to kiss him fiercely. “I’m glad your mouth is still working. We’ve almost reached the point where you’re going to need it. But first,” she said, dangling a long leather bootlace from her hand, “we’re going to work on a little discipline.” She wrapped the bootlace around his testicles twice, pulling the leather tight into a knot at the base of his sack. She then brought the two ends up, separating the balls, tucking the lace under the previous loops to push the balls apart. She continued around the bottom of the sack again, and then she wound the lace all the way around his entire package. She wrapped the balls up one more time, pulling a second lace through the loop before she pulled the lace into a tight knot at the base of his sack. She then tied a knot around the first lace with the second lace, creating a long leash for his tightly packed sack. Jeremy moaned constantly through the ordeal, though he didn’t say anything for fear that the punishment would far outweigh the crime. Alicia smiled at him as she climbed back onto the bed and straddled his chest, her bare ass resting on his ribcage, the hem of the skirt of the maid’s outfit incidentally rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock. “And now we get to the part where you need your mouth. You see, I know how much you like it when I go down on you, but it seems like you never return the favor. This time you don’t have any choice. You’re going to eat me out until I’m satisfied. If you’re not doing a good enough job, if you pause for too long, if I think your heart isn’t in what you’re doing, I’m going to punish you.” She gave the leash on his sack a sharp tug, and he gasped loudly. “There’s plenty more where that came from, so I would urge you to give your all, to take one for the team. And if you perform up to my exacting standards,” she said, reaching back to give his raging cock one long stroke with her hand, “I’ll find a way to reward you.” Then she crawled up until her pussy was right over his mouth, and she lowered herself onto his face. Having no other option, he began to lick at her mound. He was slow at first, earning him a warning tug on his leash. But then he got into it. He had no idea how long he spent eating her. Occasionally she would direct him to a certain area, but he only received one more sharp tug on his leash when he paused too long to catch his breath. Finally, after one last shrieking orgasm, Alicia raised herself up and again sat on his chest. She smiled as she saw the way his face and the sheets under his head were drenched with her juices. “I never knew you had it in you, my dear,” she panted. “I think you have more than earned your reward.” With agonizing slowness she lowered herself onto the shaft of his distended member. Though he was aching to cum, the leather straps slowed the process down, even when she bounced enthusiastically on him like a cowgirl riding the rodeo. Finally he felt his cock throb, and he met her bouncing with a thrust of his own. They both cried out as he spewed himself into her. She collapsed on top of him for a moment, and he was too tired to protest this last indignity. Eventually she rolled to the side and pulled the handcuff key out of the bust of her maid outfit. She released one wrist and then the other. She worked at the knots holding his cock and balls, releasing him to an almost immediate deflation of his cock. But before she could move to release his legs, he pulled her back down to him and gave her a long, sloppy kiss, smearing some of her own juices onto her face. He smiled then and said, “Honey, that was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.” She smiled, licking her lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I did.” She smiled back at her. “Of course, payback’s a bitch.” He pulled her in tight. “But that can wait until later.” And with his legs still held open, he fell asleep with her held close. She sighed happily, and then she closed her eyes, too. She was out almost immediately.

Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 4: Escape to a New Life

Sat, 09 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing)_

_To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from part 3

Chapter 4: Escape to a New Life

With thanks to Brushslut

[AP WIRE - LONDON] BRITISH AIRSHIP THWARTS SLAVERS IN MID-ATLANTIC, RESCUES FAMED ABOLITIONIST.

THE HOME OFFICE REPORTED THE INTERCEPTION OF A VENEZUELAN SLAVE SHIP BOUND FOR THE UNITED STATES BY THE AIRSHIP ‘UNBOUND PLEASURE’. THE AIRSHIP WAS ON A ROUTINE ATLANTIC PATROL WHEN IT ENCOUNTERED THE ‘EXCITE VALDEZ’. A CLOSE PASS REVEALED UNCLOTHED WOMEN CRUELLY SHACKLED IN VARIOUS CONTORTED POSITIONS OF DISTRESS WITHIN ITS HOLD, PROVOKING THE INTERDICTION. WHILE THE UNITED STATES LEGALLY RECOGNIZES SOME FORMS OF SLAVERY, ENGLAND DOES NOT.

Paid in Full

Sun, 26 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000

At last! The week was finally over. It had been a HELL of a week at the Foundation, with several late nights and many deadlines to meet. But, it was over now and I could spend a relaxing weekend, by myself, doing nothing or whatever I wanted. First though, I was going to meet a couple girlfriends for a relaxing dinner and a lot of talk. On that Friday night, I closed up the office just before 6:00 PM. I drove the mile or so to the restaurant, parked my car, and walked in. Ashley and Meagan were already there, and yelled, “Hey Christine,” when they saw me.

Gai Shift - Pit 17: There and back again

Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 16: Sakujna)

Chapter 17: There and back again

Special note: this is the final chapter of “Pit”, and a long one at that. Have someone bundle you up and make you comfortable, and settle in as we conclude our strange tale.

Life kept changing for Tameran, seemingly for the worst, but overall for the better.

The cheerfully plump golden-haired girl had thought she’d be happy as a village witch, even though she’d been on the bottom of the coven totem pole. The arrival of Megan had offered hope (if only that there would be a witch lower than she). But that, of course, had all gone to pieces that night Tameran had tried to capture the other witches and keep their collectively-supercharged staff all for herself. In the end, she’d bumbled into one of Zelda’s protective spells and found her rounded pink body instantly wrapped in itchy magiced straw. With the dawn, the gypsy Tameran had commissioned to cart off scrawny, trussed Zelda had found her instead. And into the cart she’d gone, for weeks of suspension bondage and subservient degradations.

The Survey 2

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Survey)

Part Two

I had no way of knowing how much time had passed, blindfolded as I was. It seemed like hours had gone by since I heard Ms Simms drive away. Suddenly, I heard a car pull into the drive. Was it her or my wife? Or, was it someone else? My imagination was driving me crazy! The door opened and someone walked in.

At first there was no sound. I listened closely for a clue as to who had come in. finally, I heard a zipper open followed by a few clicks. Whoever was there had started taking pictures. The next thing I knew, the blindfold was removed and I saw Ms Simms standing in front of me with a digital camera.

My Turn

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“I’m back!”

BP felt butterflies jump in his stomach as he heard his wife, soon-to-be dominatrix, call to him from the door of their vacation cabin. As Cassie stood in the doorway, she locked eyes with BP, who was currently relaxing on the couch, trying to put out with his best pouty, puppy-dog face. “Oh no no, that won’t work now,” Cassie said firmly as she walked into their bedroom, “you’re mine now, you already had your naughty way with me… I know you haven’t forgotten already.” BP certainly had not forgotten.

My Way: A Man's Perspective

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Getting the first play date started in the morning has always made more sense to me than waiting for the evening, a late dinner, hurried negotiations followed by performance anxiety and less than satisfying but entirely too predictable man-on-top-get-it-over-with-quick-sex. That may work for the Turbo-Sex Junkies I’ve met that seem to just Find ‘em, Flog ‘em, F*** ‘em and Forget ‘em, but old jaded Doms, like me, want and expect more.

The Neighbor Kid

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I was home alone when the doorbell rang at just after nine in the morning on Saturday. Wondering who would come to our house at that hour, I pulled on a tattered pair of shorts over my jockstrap and went to investigate. Opening the door, I found the next door neighbor kid, standing there looking sheepish.

“Hi Ralph,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I come in?” he asked.

Bound for Discovery

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Discovering: Part 1

There’s a time in everyone’s life when they want to explore and experiment with their sexual interests. Jean was no different. She’d always fantasized of being tied up, since she was young. She would even play around with ropes and strings, using false knots and wraps to feel the sensation.

Now she was a young lady, in her early twenties and had discovered several years before what that wonderful tingling sensation was. She never considered herself a sexual being but latent demons can only stay dormant for so long. It was a hot, sultry summer where many stressful things weighed on her mind and body and she needed to find some release to those miserable thoughts. Like a blessing, the searching for that need was answered in an unlikely form.

A College Education 2

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A College Education 2)

Part 3

“To hell with being bored,” thought Mrs. Suitor, trying to endure the compression of the waist cincher, “I just want to be able to breath.”

“Before we proceed,” Stan said, “I think I’d better check the dipstick.”

With that, he simply leaned over and stuck his hand through the gap between the chair’s seat and back. With Rachel’s thighs splayed wide, it proved ridiculously easy for his fingers to hit the bull’s eye. The brown haired housewife tried to leap from the chair, as Stan’s index and middle finger slipped easily into the folds of her sex. She screeched at the violation and tried to head butt his arm away. Moments later, Stan withdrew his fingers. They shimmered up past the second knuckle, with the bound woman’s juices.

Janet's Experience

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Janet had been into bondage and latex since her early teens. She’d spend hours in the mall at Spencer’s and hot topic, looking at the starter kits, fuzzy hand cuffs, and novelty latex under garments.

It wasn’t until she was in college that she began to actually pursue it. It was kind of hard to do this in her small Midwestern town, but when she moved to the Cities for school, she was able to experiment and figure life out for herself.

Caught by Drunk Diane

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I’m sitting here rock hard thinking about what happened over the weekend.

It couldn’t have worked out any better, I had to stop by my in-laws on my way home from work around five o’clock to drop off a few things on my way home. I knocked on the door but did not get an answer; it looked like nobody was home. I went around to the garage to get the hidden key to let myself in. As I opened the door the phone was ringing I looked at the caller id and noticed that it was my wife calling from our house. I answered the phone only to find out that my mother-in-law must have just left about five minutes ago and my father in law would be over grandmas until at least tomorrow.

Gai-Shift - Angel 5: Trials & Punishments

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Angel 4: Caught in the Trap)_

_To review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge To understand the Gai Shift, please read the previous story Gai-Shift prior to reading this one.

Chapter 5: Trials & Punishments

Sybil, the Knightsbridge Angel, ran a hand through her short black hair and looked over the scene of the crime.

It had been a shame that she’d left her blonde wig in Constance’s flat last night. Lady Petunia had been such a wonderful lover that, even bound hand and foot, she’d given Sybil one hell of a ride. Part of it might have been the aerosoled elixir than had hung in the room’s air, but Sybil also figured that Petunia, for all of her nobility, was quite the spirited trollop. Licking and tickling her withering Ladyship while Chief Officer Drummand hung in that MI claw of hers, being lowered nearly but not quite onto a whirling plug, had really gotten Sybil’s juices flowing, juices she’d been all to happy to have Petunia lap up with her cunning little tongue. But all nice things end, and she’d flown away in the pre-dawn light, one tired little winged succubus. And in all the distraction, she’d forgotten her wig.

Health Spa Hijinks

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the American sitcom, “Hope and Faith”.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Charlie?” asked Hope as her kids loaded up into the minivan.

“Absolutely,” insisted her husband Charlie. “Between your support of the PTA sponsored carnival, the school play, and helping me out in the office, you were due for a day just for yourself to unwind, relax, and recharge. We’ll be back a little after dinner time, and the kids’ll be tired for riding all those roller coasters, leaving us to ourselves. A little champagne… and a little candlelight…”

A Pleasant Surprise

Mon, 12 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

It’s typical isn’t it? You finally get enough money saved up for a deposit on your own house, allowing you and your fiancée to buy your own place and what happens? Little brother decides he wants to move out too but being a lazy so and so, the only place he can afford is, that’s right, in with me and mine.

Apparently “mum” was cramping his style and he “needed some space” and of course, my fiancée won’t do anything about her little bro’ cramping my style and taking up my space, oh no.

Fun & Games

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:00:00 +0000

What follows is simple fiction. Any resemblance to people, or places was purely by accident.

Mary stepped in the door and kicked off her shoes. Locking the front door she laughed, ‘I have the apartment to myself, Kathy won’t be home for hours’. The boss let her out early and her room-mate couldn’t get out of the office today. ‘Good,’ she thought, ‘for what I’m doing I don’t need spectators’. She had the entire afternoon to play without interruptions. ‘I haven’t played with my things in months, there just isn’t enough privacy with a room-mate around’.

The Mummy of Bangalore

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Opposites attract. Never had that been so true as with the Vadra’s.

Transferred to Bangalore, India to manage a software team, my nebbish nature had left me an isolated westerner in that sprawling city. How very nice that middle-aged Indian couple next door befriended me.

Kumar Vadra was a civil servant, rather proud of his long years of service (which, from what I could tell, involved bogging down the efforts of countless individuals beneath meaningless bureaucracy). He was a loud, balding man with a rolling belly and unbending opinions. Still, I liked him. His wife Dharsha was a sweetheart. You could tell that in her day, she’d been quite a dish. Even now, with her figure slightly filled out, she still was attractive. Her deep-set eyes, shadowed into darkness, looked out from her sad oval face. Her black hair was swept back into a bun but two ribbons fell over her eyes. She would brush them aside without noticing.

Screwed

Mon, 15 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Or - Sometimes You Can Get Too Much Of A Good Thing

Darren was the best-looking hunk in the same year as me at college. Standing six foot two with a great body and blond wavy hair - he also captained the college football team - what more could a girl ask for? One day I was chatting to him in a break between lectures and admitted that I knew absolutely nothing about football. He said the team was playing at home on Saturday so why didn’t I come and find out what it was all about?

Beach Selfbondage

Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This story is fiction. Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). Never meet a stranger alone, it could be dangerous. Part Two

The night on the beach was memorable, it won’t be forgotten for a long time. The experience even crept into my dreams a few times. I would awake rolling all over the bed and need to put a hand between my legs to finish what the dream had started. Just thinking about that night made the orgasms better. It had been nearly two weeks since that night as I left the house for the drive to work. It started as a normal Thursday morning until I arrived at my car and found a note: ‘For more of the same, come to the lifeguard stand midnight Friday night.’ I had kept the previous note and compared them both. The hand writing and paper were the same. It was him. A slight chill of fear went down my spine, he knows where I live. I quickly looked around, almost expecting to see him standing there, but it was a fruitless effort. Concentrating at work wasn’t just difficult, it was almost impossible, good thing it wasn’t a busy day. My supervisor is normally in meetings during the morning but I caught her after lunch. I made up a story about a plumbing problem and was given Friday off. I even managed to slip out a little early. Evening rush hour, in this small town, isn’t a big deal but there is always ONE slow poke. “Come on grandpa, put your foot down!”, I yelled but the car windows were closed and Mr. Wilson didn’t hear me. He’s a real nice, senior gentleman and I shouldn’t yell but I wanted to get home, NOW! “OK, get a grip on yourself. Relax!”, I said to myself. “You have over 30 hours before anything happens. Oh, great! Now he’s got me talking to myself.” Then it hit me, 30 hours! Holy geewiz, 30 hours of anticipation, 30 hours of ‘What will happen?’, 30 hours of ‘Are we there yet?’. (Well…sort of.) 30 hours, holy crap. Finally, I roared up to the house and almost skidded to a stop in the driveway. “Chill out!”, I yelled to myself. I can’t believe, how this one guy, has gotten into my head. I just had to relax. After a few good, deep breaths, I got out of the car, picked up the mail and went inside. Junk, junk, bill, junk, letter. No stamp, no return address, just hand writing on the front: ‘To the beautiful, self-binder with the nice ass’. I stood so fast that the chair fell over with a crash. I jumped at the sound, and ran to the door to lock it. In this small, quiet community there is rarely a need to lock doors but this was different. He had been right here, outside the front door, on the front porch. Was he in the house? I ran to the desk and retrieved my pistol. It’s only a .22 cal. but with a ten round clip it will do some damage. My dad was an avid hunter and even though I didn’t want to shoot a “Bambi”, he did teach me how to handle firearms, VERY well.

Bound he is

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Bound he is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’

Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing).

After our Saturday afternoon of fun, Linda talked a few times about doing it again. Of course, I was ready to go at any time. Even though the experience had been very pleasurable, it had also been somewhat stressful and more than two or three sessions a month might be too much. The following Saturday morning I made a short grocery list. Just before noon I gave her the list with the instruction that she should leave exactly at noon, keep an eye on her watch and return in no less that 30 minutes but no more the 40 minutes. Also, she was to get the items on the list and nothing else. There was a puzzled look on her face so I said, “Trust me, I will have a surprise for YOU.” Emphasis on the ‘you’. The store was close by and there was nothing perishable on the list so she should have no problem. At the stroke of noon she left and I got started. First, a note on the door, ‘Linda, come in and lock the door behind you. Leave the groceries in the living room and follow the arrows upstairs.’ Next, several large arrows were placed on the floor, first toward the stairs, than up and finally into the main bedroom where the closed circuit TV was placed on the dresser. Then I went into the spare bedroom, closed the door and removed every stitch of clothing including my watch. There was a clock in the wall so I could keep track of time. First, I rapped a Velcro strap around my scrotum and attached a string and small weight. The weight was placed in the table for now. After stepping in front of the T, I slipped a belt around my thighs, tied my ankles and knees with straps and belted my hips and waist. The thigh belt was removed.

Bound she is

Tue, 08 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Bound she is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’

One day my girlfriend, Linda, found my interest in bondage. At this point I thought our relationship was over but was pleasantly surprised to hear her say she was willing to try. After thinking for a few moments, I said everything would be ready in a few days. To get her started, I allowed her to view some bondage pictures on the computer. This way she would have some idea of what to expect.

A College Education 2

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

(story continues from A College Education)_

Part 2

Yes, Rachel felt sullied alright, practically nude and shackled like she was. Knowledge that a simple keystroke could ruin her life, as well as that of her husband’s, left her awash in dread. Yet, as she sat there helplessly, straining against the unbreakable shackles and staring at the images on the laptop, she felt something else. A perverse thrill sent a shudder up her spine so forceful, she feared that the students might notice.

A Dream of Devotion

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

This story is all fiction, nothing you read happens until now and I guess it probably never will be happen. Please excuse my bad english cause i’m a german who is really inetersted in writing stories for all the readers around the world .

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She always dreamed of him as her master. He would tell her what to do and how she had to fulfil his orders and his dreams. But he isn’t into this kind of game. Their lives had gone into routine. Every morning he left the house, kisses her goodbye and wouldn’t be seen until the late of the afternoon. He worked for a big factory and brought home a nice salary. She always has to do the housework and something in the garden.

Called for Help

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

It’s been a while since I wrote but I have another adventure I’ll never forget. My wife, son, in-laws and grandma were going out of town for 5 days to visit a sick Aunt, I told them I couldn’t get time off work so I would have the house to myself, they were leaving Thursday morning and would be back Monday night. I started to get my plans together for some self-bondage fun.

Cousin Laura's Revenge

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

Cousin Laura’s Revenge (F/m) This is an F/m story. If that is not to your liking, don’t read it. All characters in this story are adults, aged 18 or older.

From Laura’s Journal, Tuesday, May 21, 2002

They say that revenge is a dish best enjoyed cold, and now I believe it. Not that I had planned this for many years, no, only for the two months before the capture. But I’m getting ahead of myself–I want to start from the beginning.

Crystal

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

An afternoon at the pool sounded great to Crystal. But the guys there made relaxing impossible with their rude comments. Picking up her towel she went in to call an elevator. Who cares what those boys say, she had worked hard to stay trim and firm. Maybe her bathing suit was the minimum allowed in public and barely held her gravity defying boobs. She did not intend to listen to their childish banter.

Gai Shift - Orchid 1: Kiyoko

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

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_

Chapter 1: Kiyoko

She drifted silently down the polished hall of the Imperial Palace, white and pure and silent. Her compact body was carefully swathed like a silk-wrapped vase within her snow-white kimono. In contrast was her jet black hair, parted across her forehead like raven wings, sweeping back neatly into a rounded pin-held bun, the black a contrast to the white.

Gai Shift - Orchid 2: The Black Orchids

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Orchid 1: Kiyoko)_

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge Continued from Part One

Chapter 2: The Black Orchids

Kiyoto dashed down the Imperial Palace steps, Tokyo’s lights sparkling to every quarter against the warm evening. She’d allowed the English ambassador, a captive toy to the amorous Empress Nabuki, to be spirited away by two rival black orchids. Another black orchid, the one she’d bound, tormented and left to the servants, had tearfully told her that the raiders were fleeing the city to the east. That mean she still might be able to overtake them. Her honor demanded nothing less.

Gai Shift - Pit 14: Goddess of the Pit

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 13: Rani’s Palace)_

Chapter 14: Goddess of the Pit

Rani, Living Goddess of the Pit, Queen of a Thousand Bound Souls, Bringer of Organsmic Bliss, sat back in her silky, bejeweled finery upon her splendid dais. Her crown shimmered with rubies, a diamond glimmered from her navel. And her arms, all six of them, jangled with hoops of gold.

The three sets of arms wavered and swayed to the delicate eastern music a nearby cluster of female musicians played, sensuous and flowing. Her fingers fluttered and traced erotic patterns.

Gai Shift - Pit 15: Invasion Plans

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

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Chapter 15: Invasion Plans

Even naked and clamped down, with no future save grim sexual usage, Olivia Hammersmith had to admit that Rani, her captor, was beautiful.

The sultry demi-goddess leered over her three captives, her even teeth parted in a predatory smile, her dark eyes flashing lustfully. Spills of slender golden chains adorned her silky forehead and criss-crossed her exposed belly. A tapering brown leg jutted dynamically from a slit in her opulent sari. Most striking were the three sets of arms, cockily placed on her hips, making her appear like some sexually cocky female centipede.

Gai Shift - Pit 16: Sakujna

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Chapter 16: Sakujna

Never had Megan known such frustration.

It made her horny to look down her naked, slender body, recessed within its leather dais. It made her horny to tug against the clamps that locked her wrists and ankles so far apart. It made her horny to consider how exposed she was, and how anyone at all finding her thus could do anything they wished to her.

Gai Shift - Pit 2: Miss Anna

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

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 1: Kidnap)_

Chapter 2: Miss Anna

On anyone else, a lime-green teddy would look silly. But on Lady Petunia Goldwaith, Royal Scientist, it was heavenly.

It could have been the curves created by the geometry of her tidy tummy, generous breasts and shapely hips that suggested the green hills of England. Or the way her spill of golden hair swept over her creamy shoulders like golden clouds brushing lush summits. It could have been how her rounded buttocks shifted atop her desk chair, an erotic chiaroscuro spanning the gambit of steamy emerald to sultry jade.

Gai Shift - Pit 4: Arrest & Capture

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Chapter 4: Arrest & Capture

There were no tenements or slums in the world of Gai, but there were less-than-desirable places to live. The Lambeth Terraces was one such location. Wedged into an odd-shaped lot, the majesty of the Thames shielded by greater buildings, it simply existed. The last two landladies had tried to spruce it up to little effect. Sometime in the future it would likely be razed.

Gai Shift - Pit 5: Packages

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Chapter 5: Packages

Petunia Goldwaith slowly awoke from pleasant dreams of bridled pleasures. She didn’t open her eyes to meet the day, not yet. First, she stirred her arms and legs, somewhat disappointed to not find them tautly tied to the four posts of her huge soft bed. Sometimes the maids got frisky, a delightful distraction to start the day with.

Gai Shift - Pit 6: The Mission

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

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Chapter 6: The Mission

The three women waited on the edge of their seats for the briefing to begin. Literally. They’d been stripped and tied neatly to high backed chairs in Willie Hall’s ornate wood-paneled dining room, erect in posture but totally lacking in clothing. Olivia Hammersmith, Kyoko and Sybil had been trussed up with yards of ropes, centered and symmetrical in their huge chairs, anchorlines holding them at solid attention. So intense was their bondage that thin cording cinched their thumbs and locked down their toes in orderly rows of piggies. Across their pursed lips were wide leather gags adorned with the Goldwaith coat of arms.

Gai Shift - Pit 7: Evaluation

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Chapter 7: Evaluation

It was an somber subterranean chamber, its walls rough brickwork, its air hanging in stillness. The far end of the room tapered into a dark hall floored with shadowy holes. At the other, a large pipe jutted out, a set of canvas bags strung beneath it at the ready.

The silence was broken as distant ram-fans spun up, rumbling like a summer storm. A gale built from the downward maw of the pipe.

Gai Shift - Pit 8: The Wash Room

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Chapter 8: The Wash Room

“I remember this place,” the wiry Sybil exclaimed as the four exited a side passage into a huge manni-era storm drain. Her dark eyes flashed. “I’ve been here before.”

A wide rubber conveyor belt scrolled at hip-height along the center of the corridor like a black river, banked by two-foot high metal walls. While its purpose was unclear, its presence was ominous.

Gai-Shift - Angel 1: The Angel's First Victim

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

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Chapter 1: The Angel’s First Victim

Chief Officer Constance Drummand sat at her desk in the Central London Precinct House, reviewing the overnight arrest reports. It was the usual lot; half of them were arrests made by her officers for offences ranging from skirts being too high, too low, or simply unfashionable. One or two bad hairdo arrests. Vagrancy (which could be interpreted as lingering too long before a shop window) also ranked high. The other half of the arrests where citizen’s arrests, where the perpetrator was simply left bound and gagged on the station’s doorstep. Often, it would be up to the Judge-Mistresses to determine the offence.

Gai-Shift - Angel 4: Caught in the Trap

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Chapter 4: Caught in the Trap

Petunia’s knees had been drawn up before her, allowing her to watch with petulant resignation as Constance knotted them together.

Sighing, she rolled her shoulders, an action which caused the ropes incasing her exposed body to creak. Sitting propped against the baseboard of Constance’s bedroom, wrists captured behind her back, every limb pinned, she was a naked Venus, tight cords taking the role of a fluttering silken wrap.

Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 3: Fairies & the Sacred Glade

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

(story continues from Gai-Shift - Green Chapter 2: Chlorophene the Druid)_

Chapter 3: Fairies & the sacred glade

There is a story about two girls in the woods.

They run along the broad grassy glades, the sunlight dancing on their full crinolines, their parasols spinning and Yippie the tiny dog trotting at their ribbon-slippered heels. After a delightful picnic of tea and cucumber sandwiches, they spend the long afternoon gathering flowers.

Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 1: Laundry Service

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

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_Chapter 1: Laundry Service

With thanks to Brushslut_

She stood in the doorway, the Pacific sun at her back, her black mop of hair swirling in the salt-hinted breeze, her tawny limbs shapely and strong. A step brought her into the shadowy lobby, the glare cut away to revel a strong sexual face, her lips wide and soft, her eyes dark and promising. With a trained eye, she scanned the vestibule as if seeking dust or disorder. Then her eyes stopped, taking in the thing that hung in the corner. As if unsure, she took a step closer, her high heels authoritative in the stillness. And she smiled.

Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 2: Complimentary Package

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_Chapter 2: Complimentary Package

With thanks to Brushslut_

Li-Jack found himself flat on his back, stripped naked except for the humiliating testicle cage. He was on a soft bed in one of the guest rooms, the wind from the street playing across his exposed flesh, comforting in an invasive way. His hands were bound together to the headboard. His feet were likewise trussed, locked down by a line that looped under the bed, presumably anchored to its frame.

Gai-Shift - Hotel California Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing

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

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_Chapter 3: Hang Out the Washing

With thanks to Brushslut_

She had been Barbette’s senior by two years, a vast difference from a teenager’s perspective. She was also a farm girl from the next valley over, strong and healthy. And when the young Barbette hunted truffles in the Gascony woods, she had, herself, been hunted!

Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 4: Miriam's Whinery

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Chapter 4: Miriam’s Whinery

*The new schoolteacher stood before her class, trying not to totter in her high laced boots and sheath-sheer dress, her hair a black blossom around her apple-like face.

She knew they were plotting.

Twenty young girls, all a week into legality, whispering, passing notes and even ropes. On her desk, in lieu of an apple, sat a red ballgag. She’d thought she’d seen a bondage sack in the cloak room when she’d entered.

Gai-Shift - Oasis Chapter 5: Ra'idah's Delight

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Chapter 5: Ra’idah’s Delight

*Whatever chance her students had had, they’d lost it.

That first day, they hadn’t quite gotten the courage to jump their new schoolmistress. They’d been about to, so close, ropes in hand, eyes flashing with intent. But she’d whirled on them with her high boots and long tight skirt, her dark eyes flashing with wicked promise. Then she’d thrust her pointer at the ringleader and sizzle-quizzed her. When she’d failed (as the schoolmistress had known she would) a flicking pointer gestured to the corner stool, the dunce seat.

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 11: Dangling Like Fruit

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

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Chapter 11: Dangling Like Fruit

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April 22, 199_Awake rested and sated, my poor black play-slave (i.e. Chespeake) groaning as her bound thumbs and toes are cut loose. Her relief is only temporary – following breakfast, her arms are re-trussed with baggage across her shoulders and back. She must remain our captive if only to maintain discipline over our three bearers._

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 12: Foul Treachery!

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Chapter 12: Foul Treachery!

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April 23, 199_Foul treachery!_

I squat under bushes in the pre-dawn light, garbed in nothing save my habit, lacking boots and even underwear. Adara lays at my side in her nightie. We watch the clearing as Jumbe and her two turncoat underlings root about for us, then turn their frustrations on poor, helpless Chespeake.

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 13: Stuck in the Mire

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Chapter 13: Stuck in the Mire

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April 24, 199_It’s the day following the betrayal. Adara Burke, my shapely Welsh journalist, and I have been fleeing Jumbe, Mosi and Pili, three rope-bearing native girls who have had instigated the disappearance of every other woman in our party. We are all that is left._

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 14: Pili's Story

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Chapter 14: Pili’s Story

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Twenty-five days beyond the season of rains

I am Pili, daughter of Milli, granddaughter of Vanilli.

I of am the Amahagger tribe. I speak their tongue. I speak, too, the tongue of the English.

Gai-Shift - Portrait Chapter 1: Orders

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Chapter 1: Orders

Doctor Livy Stone frowned from her seat aboard the steam omnibus, her tidy black dress cocked from her crossed leg, her severe boot bobbing in agitation. Her narrow face scowled as she considered the interview of the past hour and the jeopardy it had placed her in.

Gai-Shift - Reversal 1: Lady M's Manor

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Chapter 1: Lady M’s Manor

_The bedroom was finely furnished, its oak-paneled walls gleaming in the late afternoon sunlight. Against one wall, a massively plush four-poster bed. Opposite, the writing desk and pneumatic message tubing. Between them stood high arched windows that looked out into the lush grounds of Lady M___’s estate.

Gai-Shift - Reversal 2: Barbette

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Chapter 2: Barbette

The women assembled in Lady M___’s parlor stood in various degrees of agitation, excitement, or swoonage._

The Baroness Manchester smiled to one and all, her smirk firm yet not as firm as the erection that bulged against the front of her loose pants.

Gai-Shift - Snowbound Chapter 2: Cossacks

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Chapter 2: Cossacks

They came for her the next day, a staggered line of rough horsewomen garbed in chapped pants and goat-fur vests. Their dirty and cruel faces, traced with Mongol heritage, smirked down from beneath greasy cylindrical caps.

Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 3: The New Maid?

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Chapter 3: The New Maid

Van winced his way down the hall, inexperienced in his high heels. Even as a girl (before the curse had turned Van’s world and chromosomes on their heads), she’d never liked them. Too tall, too unstable, a design with nothing going for it but ascetics. But now he had to wear them, along with the too-short skirt (another nervous hem-pull), the frilly apron and black wig. It was madness to hide in the Goldwaith Estate while Miss Anna and the others were beating around the bush for him. But it would be greater madness to slip through their lines with that sex-crazed gypsy woman laying in wait just beyond the estate’s borders.

Gai-Shift - Some Like it Knot 5: Cindy the Rubenisque Maid

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Chapter 5: Cindy the Rubenisque Maid

It was Van’s moment. In a body now his (rather than hers) he was finally going to experience an orgasm in the configuration he’d long fantasized about. Between his naked legs an unmasked erection throbbed. On the bed before him, Cindy the Rubenisque maid languished in her tight ropes, her arms lashed up behind her, her straining legs frogtied back, her eager body quivering like a racehorse in harness. This would be no rape, no, rather more of a joint explosion of lust with her body pre-positioned by ropes applied by her giggling departed girlfriends. The only possible witness of this illicit act (illicit for the fact that Van was now an unregistered manni) was Colette the petite French maid, but seeing how she, herself, was tied in humiliating restriction and locked in a nearby wardrobe left her not in a position to interrupt.

Gai-Shift - Thermocline Chapter 2: Weapons of Mass Depravity

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Chapter 2: Weapons of Mass Depravity

Her clothing was at odds with her surroundings. The black latex bodysuit which displayed her body’s lusty contours contrasted to the heavy Victorian furnishings of the locked, curtained room. The only sound came from her rasping breathing and the tick of an oak-cased clock, counting down the seconds until the promised moment she would be unmercifully ravaged.

I, Masochist - Chapter 3: Brenda

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(story continues from I, Masochist - Chapter 2: Abigail)

Chapter 3: Brenda

Chapter three of eight is W’s interview with “Brenda.”

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Brenda wanted to sit in Shelly’s living room for our talk. She was wearing a very small tube top that barely contained her ample breasts and a very small, very tight pair of denim shorts that would have had Daisy Duke blushing with embarrassment. I had no doubt which girl she was, or at least I was absolutely sure which model she had been in the performance. Up close, in natural light, her tattoos were even more striking. Some of the leaves were in the shape of flames and some of the flames were in the shape of leaves and the serpent or serpents that slithered throughout the burning foliage were a realistic pattern of black, green, yellow and orangish red. When combined with the movement of muscle behind it, the entire tattoo seemed to be alive.

In the Land of the Dolls 2: Making the Bells Ring

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Part 2: Making the Bells Ring

My arms were still tied behind my back, tight ropes fastened about my wrists, and another loop had been added above my elbows to force my straining arms into a column of knot-muscled agony.

There was a tight collar about my throat, and from the three gleaming steel D rings ran long lines of rope that drove me forwards ever forwards to a fate the finer details of which I could only guess at.

Invitation

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“My God, I must be crazy!” thought Nick. “I’m sitting here in a stranger’s house wearing a blindfold, for crying in a bucket.”

He moved to take off the scarf that covered his eyes but jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Not so fast, young man. You’ve come this far, now you have to go the rest of the way.” the husky, female voice whispered in his ear. Nick sat still, fear and anticipation, in equal parts, flooding though his body.

Julie's Trash Time 2

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

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Continues from part 1

Part Two

Julie and Audrey sit at the kitchen table over coffee while Julie tells the story of the obelisk and how it turns her into trash. Audrey believes her roommate’s story is rubbish. At least they’re both talking garbage. Julie offers to demonstrate. She sits on the kitchen counter with her legs dangling in the trashcan and puts the obelisk down next to her. Julie doesn’t want to upset Audrey any more than necessary, she looks around and sees some mail, sets the kitchen timer for one hour and rubs the obelisk. Poof. Before Audrey’s eyes Julie disappears and in her place is an empty envelope hanging off the edge of the counter. It slides off and drops into the can. Audrey steps close to look inside, the envelope rests in the can on top of a few other items of trash. She can’t believe what she has just seen and sits at the table with her coffee as the timer counts down. Minute-by-minute Audrey watches as wild thoughts swirl through her mind. The Genie, whether she should mail Julie back to her mother, and what she’ll tell the police when they ask about her missing roommate. The timer’s dial finally reaches zero and chimes. A few moments later Julie is crouched in the trashcan. Audrey gets up and helps her to step out. “Okay, I believe you, but why trash?” Audrey said. “Because I always dreamed of being treated like trash, and now I can be trash, at least for a while. Would you like to try it?” Julie said. “I don’t want to be trash.” Audrey said. “You can do whatever you want. Is there anything you’ve always dreamed of?” Julie said. “Don’t laugh at me, I’ve never told anyone before, but I always imagined being a captured princess like in the movies.” Audrey said. “Try it, just sit down and think about it, then rub the obelisk.” Julie said. Audrey sits in the kitchen chair, closes her eyes for a moment, and rubs the statue. Poof. “Wow! You look great.” Julie said. Audrey is now dressed in a full length gown of dark green satin with white lace trim on the collar and sleeves and matching silk slippers on her feet. She is also tied to the chair with natural fiber rope. Audrey’s wrists are crossed and tied behind the chair back with rope circling her chest and waist, everything is cinched tight. Her ankles are crossed and tied together in a ladylike fashion and lashed to the crossbar, and a thick white cloth fills her mouth and is tied behind her flowing golden hair. Audrey, still in shock over her sudden transformation, struggles and moans behind her gag, but the rope gives no quarter. Julie recalls her first experience with the obelisk and quickly leaves the room, returning with a mirror from the bedroom so Audrey can see herself. It works and Audrey calms down. Julie can tell Audrey is getting comfortable with her situation and maybe even having a fantasy. She leaves Audrey alone to enjoy her private thoughts. Alone, Audrey’s mind turns the kitchen into a castle room. Outside the window her prince valiantly battles the dragon and will soon rescue his damsel. The hour ends and Audrey finds herself back in her old clothes, the rope and gag gone. Julie sits on the sofa in their living room anxiously flipping through a magazine waiting to ask Audrey how it was. Audrey is taking a long shower after her first damsel-in-distress experience, really long. Finally the water shuts off. A few minutes later Audrey bounces into the room in her pink pajamas and hops onto the sofa next to Julie. “I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” Julie said. “That was amazing, thank you.” Audrey said and kisses Julie on the cheek. “I was thinking we could take turns with it, and when one of us is playing the other could look out for them.” Julie said. “That sounds great, thank you.” Audrey said. Several days later the girls have a play date. After receiving her instructions Audrey is ready to assist her roommate during Julie’s turn with the obelisk. Everything is okay as long as it’s part of the game, that’s the most important thing to remember. Audrey waits in the living room while Julie gets ready, then goes in the kitchen. “Look at this mess, how did cereal spill on the floor?” Audrey said knowing Julie can hear. Julie doesn’t know exactly what is going to happen, and that’s what she wants. Audrey goes to the hall closet, comes back with the canister vacuum and plugs it in. “This will make quick work of this mess.” Audrey said and switches on the vacuum. Julie is whisked up with the brush head and sucked up through a short hose and inside the clear dirt canister, swirls around in the air current then settles to the bottom. The vacuum switches off. “As long as I have this thing out, I may as well vacuum the rest of the place.” Audrey said. The vacuum starts and Audrey runs it over the living room carpet, stopping to use the hose attachment on the window sills and upholstery. Julie swirls in the canister as it fills with dust and lint like some crazy cotton candy machine. Audrey stops the vacuum and takes it to the kitchen. “Look at all that dirt, guess I should empty it.” Audrey said. Julie can see Audrey through the clear plastic as she bends over and unsnaps the canister, turns it over in the trashcan and taps it a few times against the side. Julie falls into the bottom of the plastic bag with the rest of the dirt and lint. “I think I’ll make myself something to eat.” Audrey said. Audrey makes, eats and cleans up from a quick meal. Along the way empty food packaging and plate scrapings drop into the trashcan and on top of Julie who is gets more excited with each new step. “This trash looks nasty, I better put it outside.” Audrey said. She gathers up the top of the bag, tied it with a twist tie and pulls it from the trashcan. Julie can feel herself lifted as Audrey carries her out the back door, drops her into the wheelie bin on the side of the house and slams the lid down. Julie’s orgasm hits as her time ends and she changes back. She lays in the bin for a few long minutes catching her breath before tearing the bag open and climbing out. Arms embrace Audrey from behind and a wet smelly kiss is planted on her cheek. “You could have cleaned up first.” Audrey said. “That was the best time I ever had.” Julie said. Several days later it is Audrey’s turn. Julie thanks her again for the other day and wishes she could do more for Audrey’s fantasies. They share an embrace and Audrey rubs the obelisk. Poof. Audrey is dressed like an eighteenth century farm woman and tied down to the kitchen table. Julie is dressed in black topcoat and pants holding a piece of paper and quill pen. She is not sure why but starts demanding Audrey sign over the deed to her ranch. Audrey catches on. “I’ll never turn over my ranch.” Audrey said. “Maybe this will change your mind.” Julie said using the quill pen on Audrey’s bare foot. Audrey screams with laughter and fights her bonds but can’t escape the torture. “Stop. Stop, please.” Audrey begs. “Will you sign over your ranch?” Julie said. “Yes. Anything, I can’t stand it.” Audrey said. Julie puts the pen in Audrey’s bound hand and holds the paper so she can sign, but the sound of a horse approaching fast stops them both. “Drat, I’m not through with you yet Widow Audrey.” Julie said and runs from the room. A few minutes later Julie returns dressed in a white hat and chaps. She unties Audrey’s hands and Audrey sits up on the table and wraps her arms around Julie. “My hero.” Audrey said. Poof. The fantasy ends and everything is as it was. Over the next few days Audrey can’t stop thinking about her experience, she can’t wait to do it again. Julie can’t wait either. Finally they get an opportunity to play again, but the girls are so excited neither can remember whose turn it is. “I’m pretty sure it’s my turn.” Audrey said. “I think you’re mistaken.” Julie said. “You could be right, but to be safe I should go next.” Audrey said. “Yeah, next after me.” Julie said. Both girls grab the obelisk at the same time. Poof. The next thing Audrey knows she is tightly hogtied in the trashcan. She tries to call for Julie but the gag filling her mouth doesn’t allow more than a mew to escape her throat. What happened she thinks? “I don’t know” comes an answer. “Julie?” “We can talk with our minds, just think the words and I can hear you.” Julie said. “I’m tied up in the trashcan, help me.” Audrey said. “I’m in the trashcan also, I’m the rope you are tied with.” Julie said. “Then untie me.” Audrey said. “I can’t, I’m a piece of rope, I can’t move.” Julie said. “How did this happen?” Audrey said. “The obelisk must have combined our fantasies when we both touched it.” Julie said. “I’m covered in garbage, your fantasy is not very nice.” Audrey said. “Yeah, it would be much better lying on railroad tracks with a train coming.” Julie said. “Point taken. I didn’t mind when I was throwing you in the trash so I guess I can take it. Now that I’m over the shock I can feel you, it’s like your hugging me.” Audrey said. “I can feel you too, it’s kind of nice.” Julie said. “It is nice.” Audrey said. Poof. Julie is lying on top of Audrey with her arms and legs hanging over the sides of the trashcan pushing Audrey further down into the garbage. “Get off of me.” Audrey said. “I’m trying.” Julie said as she grabs the edge of the kitchen counter for leverage. She pulls herself up about six inches and pushes against the counter to roll out of the trashcan. Audrey senses the cans center of gravity shifting. “Wait, wait.” Audrey said as the trashcan tilts, then crashes to the floor sending Julie and garbage across the tile. “We’re going to need a bigger trashcan.” Julie said. Reaching in head first, Julie grabs Audrey by the waist and pulls, pulls, pulls her free from the bottom of the can. She helps Audrey lean against the kitchen cabinet and they both catch their breath. Just then Julie notices someone standing next to the table. “Genie!” Julie said, then turns to Audrey. “This is the Genie who gave me the magic obelisk.” “You’re responsible for this.” Audrey said pointing to her trash covered tiles. “That makes it unanimous, it’s all my fault, thanks for your support.” Genie said. “Did you stop by for a visit?” Julie said. “The obelisk was only meant for one, but somehow you two found a small defect in the magic that allows you to enter each other’s dreams and your excessive draw on the, let’s call it the magic grid, got the attention of the, let’s call them the board of directors, and the chairman, let’s call him Frank Sinatra, demanded I remedy the situation or else, let’s just say you two have become my worst nightmare, that’s why I stopped by.” Genie said. “You’re going to take back my gift?” Julie said. “I should be so lucky. You did help me and I owe you a reward, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m taking the old obelisk and leaving you with this new upgrade. It has an 18 Karat gold plated statue mounted on a base of real imitation Italian marble. But wait, there’s more, I’m giving you next gen virtual reality for a richer fantasy experience. And I’m not stopping there, if you call in the next 15 minutes I’ll include open ended magic for free, just pay separate handling.” Genie said. “What does that mean?” Julie said. “Let me read you the fine print, when Julie is using the obelisk to play her favorite fantasy, Audrey will be in charge of how long the fantasy lasts. When Audrey is playing, Julie will be in charge. Each of your fantasies will remain your own, but your roommate will decide how long it lasts, even if you are sharing in the other’s fantasy, that’s open ended magic.” Genie said. “Won’t this overload the magic grid?” Audrey said. “It was the flaw in the magic that caused the disruption, the new obelisk is created to do everything it does.” Genie said. “Anything else we should do?” Julie said. “Have your people call my people, we’ll do lunch.” Genie said. “Really?” Audrey said. “No. If this works you’ll never see me again. If this doesn’t work no one will ever see me again. Goodbye.” Genie said and was gone. “We should try it.” Julie said. “Fun time is over trash girl, you get the broom and I’ll get the mop.” Audrey said.

Laura and Maggie 3: Turned On By A Day Off

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

(story continues from Laura and Maggie 2: Crescendo & Conclusions)_

Story posted with author’s permission. Authors note: This story is obviously a fantasy and includes some practices which should not be imitated. Play safe!

Part 3: Turned On By A Day Off

It was 7.30 on a warm late spring morning and Laura Wilson lay buried in the comforting embrace of her luxurious goosedown duvet. A gentle breeze drifted through the bedroom window. She had heard Maggie moving around the house already but had steadfastly refused to surface or even open her eyes, as she knew that she had the day off. She smiled to herself and wriggled deeper into the cotton womb which currently consumed her. It was now three months since Laura’s discovery of Maggie’s secret life and her own growing predilection for inescapable bondage, bisexual coupling, forced orgasms and a reversible dom/sub relationship with her housemate. Though the friends were now very comfortable with each other on a physical level, they both still sought male partners for more conventional relationships. Laura had recently taken up with a guy called Graham. He was unaware of Laura’s love of bondage, and they were still at the early, hand holding, stage of their courtship. Laura was waiting to see how this tryst developed before potentially scaring him off with a latex hood and a pair of hinged handcuffs.

Laura’s Christmas

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

It all started innocent enough. It was christmas, and I was alone. I’m Laura by the way. I was living alone for the first time and really enjoying the freedom. I had finally worked up the nerve to try something that always intrigued me. Bondage, or rather selfbondage. You see nobody knew of my fantasy’s except for my friend Pat. She went with me to buy my handcuffs. I told her they were for a joke gift to a friend but I don’t think she believed me.

Live_Your_Dreams.com

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

WWW.Live_your_dreams.com

Penny had taken the afternoon of work to meet with the rep. She was sitting in her living room on a chair facing the sofa where the rep sat sipping on a coffee. The rep put the coffee on a coaster on the coffee table opposite the sofa. Then she sat back crossing her long legs and reread her notes.

“So let me get this right Miss Lawrence.” She glanced down at her notes again just to be sure. “You want Live_your_dreams.com to tie you up and gag you and then leave you to struggle for a couple of hours while you try to wriggle free? Then we come back in a couple of hours and release you should you not manage to get yourself loose? That’s it? It seems a very simple request.”

Maria Wrapped

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

I promised you another scene between me and Maria, and I think you will find this one entertaining, as it has a definite Mummy theme. It didn’t start out that way though. It started out with dinner. Maria and I went out celebrating her moving in with me, a big step for both of us. It signals a new point in our relationship, one that I hope will last for a long time.

My Butler James 3: Doppelg�nger

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

(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.

My Daughter & I Part 7

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

(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.

My Daughter 3

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

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.

My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 3: Party Decoration

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

(story continues from My Weekend as a Rubberdoll Part 2: Stored & Displayed)_

Part 3: Party Decoration

Saturday

_I was left stood on the display stand in the glass cabinet, ‘Rbr_Bob’ had left the room, I watched as he left through to door, now I was alone, stored like a good dolly should be when not being played with but this had the benefit for me of being able to see and be seen, I was an object on display. I took the time to look around from what I could see with my limited vision. The collar did a wonderful job of holding my head still, not that I would have moved anyway but it helped to keep my head still. All I could do was look straight out, my eyes fixed like any other doll, but I could see the cross like frame on the wall opposite me, the straps at the top of the timber and I wondered to myself what it was and what it would be used for, and also if dolly would be going on there, it would be great fun for dolly to be attached to the frame and master to play with me, dolly likes being played with.

Paula & Jane Endure Elbow Bondage Training

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

Following on from the “The Proper Rope Job”

I had agreed to a challenge after Jane complained too much about how I liked to struggle and try to escape the rope she puts on my body. She added rope after rope and very soon I was in the strictest hogtie I had ever endured.

To be fair, she did offer me the challenge with the proviso that that if I could remove one rope from my body, she would be my slave for the month, and that each additional rope would increase that duration by another month. She would have been my slave for almost a year.

Roommate Mischief

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

It was Cynthia’s sophomore year at the university, and was lucky enough to land an off-campus apartment with her roommate Robin. Cynthia was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a slender, athletic body but was very well endowed, with her jiggling D-cup breasts through her shirt turning more than her fair share of heads at the jogging track. By contrast, Robin had brown eyes, long light brown hair, and had a medium build. Cynthia majored in business, while Robin majored in chemistry.

School for Lesbian Subs

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

The ad seemed like it couldn’t be real. It was exactly what I wanted, a school for submissive girls. I had to find out if it was genuine and so, with my whole body shaking like I was freezing cold due to my nerves, I called the number on the page and waited for an answer.

‘Hello, Mz Lily’s School of Adult Education, Emma speaking, how can I help you?’ A young voice, sounded like she couldn’t be more than 18 years old answered.

Tatianna's Task! Part 3

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

(story continues from Tatianna’s Task! Part 2)_

CHAPTER 5 – INTO MY PARLOR.

As soon as she knew Amy would have left for work Tati accessed her computer and read both her diary and the paper she had written. That girl was going to be very tired during her shift thought the Domme; obviously she didn’t take the time to get some sleep.

Everything she read was just perfect. She had the girl exactly where she wanted her and still had four months to complete her task. It would not take that long, in fact, if she played her cards right it would happen on the morning that Amy finished her last shift before she started her holidays. Life was good and promised to be very profitable.

The Bones In The Dungeon 5

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

(story continues from The Bones In The Dungeon 4)

Part 5

By the time the great wheel had stopped it’s noisy rolling, my mistress Beth was long gone. I heard her slam the heavy doors on her way out, and I knew I would be alone for some time, unless of coursemy ghostly dungeon masters decided to visit. I could see very little with the strict position my head was held in other than the iron ring of the great wheel, but there was no mistaking the sound of the ghostly dungeon masters boots as they eventually approached.

The Car Wash 2

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

(story continues from The Car Wash)

Part 2

Kris’ video went viral, and the whole world was caught up in trying to discover who she was, and her possible motivations. Her face had been protected by her motorcycle helmet, and her license plate wasn’t in the camera’s field of view either, protecting her identity for the moment. Some enterprising souls had discovered the car washes web site, and the camera angles were unmistakeably the same ones making it a must see for those who saw the video. She had to instantly get rid of her old car, but with lines forming at all times of the day and night she could easily afford a nice new one to replace it.

The Perils of Pauline

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

Pauline struggled with the ropes binding her arms behind her back and her ankles together. Her struggles intensified with every inch of rising water in the glass sided tank she was currently standing in which was now passing her breasts. The wet ropes were hampering her; as she twisted her naked body her breasts pressed against the inside of the glass. As the water covered her neck she tried kicking her feet free of the ropes which also anchored her to the bottom of the tank. Her attention shifted from struggling to breathing as the water covered her head, craning her neck to keep her nose above the rising water. With her ears covered the only sound she could hear was the water poring into the tank. Straining against the ropes at her feet Pauline sucked one last breath through her nose as the water covered her head. The water stopped and there was silence as she fought the bindings and strained her neck but the surface and the life giving air on the other side remained just out of reach. Her blond hair floated around her head like some mythical medusa as her lungs began to scream and bubbles escaped her mouth as she fought the urge to breath.

The Pit of Pleasure 2

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

(story continues from The Pit of Pleasure)

Part Two

Crystal tried to creep through the darkness of the dungeon, hugging the shadows, keeping out of sight. Now, if only her companions were doing the same. Lord Antram strode along as though it were a parade. Urik was complaining about what the dank conditions were going to do to his hair. The hobbits were trading riddles, although at least they had agreed to carry some of the gear.

The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 14: The Wheel and the Well

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

(story continues from The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 13: And So to Sleep)

Chapter 14: The Wheel and the Well

Bethany’s journey out of enforced sedation was a harrowing process. Initially resting in a dreamless, artificially induced state of deep sleep, her anaesthetised brain gradually entered a period where vivid images flashed across her mind’s eye. And the scenes that passed before her during this REM phase of her slumbers, forced her to relive a semi-factual account of the incidents that had befallen her since arriving at Shackleton Grange– with a few weird variations and impossible episodes thrown in for good measure.

The Studio - Chapter Two

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

(story continues from The Studio - Chapter One)

The Studio - Chapter Two by John Roper

Chapter Two - Stephanie’s Coming Out Party

When Stephanie Danner turned thirty-six, she decided to give herself a gift, one that, she hoped, would finally satisfy her curiosities concerning certain fantasies she’d been having for more than 25-years. How she learned of The Studio’s existence, and of what we were all about, remained a mystery to me, one that I was determined to solve, given the security measures we’d painstakingly maintained since our 2001 opening. But that was a matter to be dealt with at a more suitable time.

The Summer Project 23

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

(story continues from The Summer Project 22)_

Part 23

Jeff rested on his parents’ bed, looking at the vast array of toys that his father and stepmother had collected. There was everything there that he had dreamt of owning and then some. He guessed that there had to be ten different ball gags alone. One part of the armoire was devoted solely to vibrators of all shapes and sizes. Normally the sex lives of one’s parents would make Jeff shudder, but he was glad their tastes in the bedroom ran the same as his.

The Trainer

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

Part One

January 2003

Harold Lamb was preparing all of his applications to college and university athletic departments. He had a bachelor’s degree in sports medicine, an M.Ed. in athletic training from the prestigious University of Virginia, and five years experience as assistant to the head trainer at Wilson College on his resume. Also, he was certified by NATA, the National Athletic Trainers Association, having passed their examinations. The head trainer at Wilson was too young for Harold to wait for promotion there. Already 30 years old himself, Harold was anxious to get his career moving forward.

The Trainer 2

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

(story continues from The Trainer)_

Part Two

Saturday, August 2, 2003 ————————-

Harold woke up. He didn’t have any idea what time it was, and he opened his eyes to see only the black padding on the inside of the blindfold, which was still strapped around his head. He was more comfortable than he had been in the hogtie, but he still couldn’t move much. He wriggled, and felt canvas all around him, from his neck to his groin. His arms were in front of his chest, and he could only wriggle them a bit. A straightjacket, then. When he tried to move his whole body sideways on the bed, he realized that the straightjacket was anchored, tied to the bed somehow. He could feel ankle cuffs around his ankles, and that they had been locked together and tied to the bed also. His legs were bound together above and below the knees, but with something softer than the athletic tape. His mouth was filled with a ball gag, and he felt the drool all over his chin. He waited; he could do nothing else.

Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 4: The Party

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

(story continues from Trisha – Finding My Way Chapter 3: Halloween)

Disclaimer: Thanks to Feline and JD, without whose help the story would not have come out as smoothly as you see it. All websites referenced in the story are imaginary URLs based on real websites.

Chapter 4: The Party

It’s been two weeks since my operation. Dave already has me staying in his guest bedroom, and I’ll be moved out of my apartment at the end of the month. Dave used the power of attorney. I didn’t sign a thing. I’m nervous and comforted at the same time. My large cleavage pokes out a lot, making gaps in button down blouses and always being prominently displayed. Like a lot of guys, Dave loves to stare at my boobs longingly. Linda did take me out bra shopping. All of my other bras simply can’t contain my cleavage any longer.

Yoko's Experience 1: The Massage Center

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

Yoko’s Experience #1: The Massage Center

Yoko heard about this new massage center by the station, which opened one month ago, from her friend Hikaru. Already being a regular there, Hikaru just couldn’t stop talking about how great she felt after each session. But when asked directly what makes them so pleasurable, she just gave a mysterious smile and said that Yoko should try it for herself and she won’t get disappointed. Being curious by nature, Yoko decided to check it out at the next weekend.

Yoko's Experience 2: The Extended Program

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

(story continues from Yoko’s Experience 1: The Massage Center)

Yoko’s Experience #2: The Extended Program

Two months have passed since Yoko’s first visit to the massage center near the station, a visit which left quite an impact in her everyday life. Yoko couldn’t fully understand that herself, but this unforgettable time, which she spent being totally helpless in the clutches of that crazy tickling machine, changed her routines a lot. Most important changes concerned her personal dress code: she stopped wearing her favourite thigh high socks. Well, in fact she stopped wearing any kind of socks or other legwear, preferring to walk barefoot in every type of shoes - be it sneakers, school loafers, mary janes, ballerinas or even rain boots. She also started wearing high heels. Alright, actually they were wedges with 0,5 inches platform at the front and 3 inches at the heel, but still… They were red and looked like standard flips-flops, but had an additional straps over the toes, which greatly added to their stability. Yoko fell in love with them as soon as she tried them on at the shop and bought them instantly. “They may not be very high, but there’s no rush, I’ll just take things slowly.”, she thought practicing in them as often as she could.

Tickle on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Handyman

Becky’s Repairs, Part 5

Rilliana and Trisha

5: Lost

Stilettos of the Languished Arches

Chapter 6

Dominatrix Latex Genie Freed

Sam and Em

Chapter 24

The Ship's Queen

Part Nine: Conclusion

Sam and Em

Chapter 19

Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure

Part 22. GiGi

The Chateau

Chapter 27 – The Doctor Reports

The Chateau

Chapter 19 – Fucked Up Slut

The Chateau

Chapter 18 – Bugs

Leon City Side Stories

*Part 1Summer’s Backstab

Hermione and the Fairy

Ken's Birthday Gift Revisited

Chain

Chapter 34: Sr. Year, Regina

Bondage Co-eds

Self-Bondage Humiliation 2

Part 3.

Subspace - Emma's Fetish Cruise Adventure

Part 5. Fallout

Chain

Chapter 11: Backpacking, Trees and Creeks

Sam and Em

Chapter 9

In the Grass

Part 7b

Blood Bank

Preparations

Prisoners of the Kinky Clown MILFs

Shared

2: My Turn

Her Coordinator

Part 5: May’s Turn in the Barrel

Attitude Adjustment

Part Three

Attitude Adjustment

Part Two

Attitude Adjustment

Part One

Being Neighbourly

Chapter 2

Mistress' Turn

Andreabound Switches

My Fantasy Come True

Part 7: The Mistress & the Slave Girl

The Pony Girls Play Some More

The Suede Bomber Jacket

The Tickle Barrel

Call Me Mistress

Chapter 6: What Goes Around……

Call Me Mistress

Grandma's House

Chapter Six

My Fantasy

Chapter 1

Hell Night!

After Dinner Tickle

Booked

Julie Becomes a Magician's Assistant

The Amazon's Revenge

In the Land of the Dolls

Kate's Going to Sea 2: Still Afloat

Kate's Going to Sea 3: Missed Duties

Origins of a SB life

Origins of a SB life

The Case

The Contest

Part 1*Summer’s Backstab**