Bondage

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. A Christmas present for my sweetheart last year! ***** Locked up for Christmas The dappled grey stallion whistled as he stepped into the flat he shared with his partner, Amethyst, hanging the keys up on the hook behind the door.

We had a nice cosy dinner one Friday night after work, at Sophie's place. We is Sophie, Camilla and Dennis, who both work at the marketing dept. of our office, and Sam and her hubby. Sam works with Sophie and me. We all get along pretty well, sometimes having dinner together or a have a drink in a pub down town. This Friday we found ourselves at Sophie's place for a pleasant time with wine and good food.

„Honey, can you come here for a moment?" I shouted. I was sitting in the living room, I gave Jen some time to unpack and cool down after coming back from visiting her parents before I shouted for her. She walked in, wearing a summer dress. I leaned back, "Hello, my Slavegirl" I said. She raised an eyebrow as if she thought "oh, so we're doing this", and she knelt down, putting her hands behind her back.

„Anna! What the fuck!?" I shouted as I threw off the sheets when I woke up, surprised by the tight feeling crushing my morning wood, and seeing the metal cage locked around my tool. "What is it, "Master"?" She hopped in through the door wearing nothing else than demon's horns, and a cute, yet mischievous smile. "That!" I pointed at the cage, "What the hell is that and why... And how did you put that on me?

She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her shoulder and upper back. How long?

"The thing about a great beginning is that there is no such thing. We carry ourselves around in this world, letting things fall on chance, and we hope that this is a great beginning. Just like I did, with You." said Joe the first time he confessed his love for Lizzie. A great beginning for a love story right? Well, ask Lizzie about that and her Reddit profile, where she posts stories about her sexual fantasies and asks advice about a marriage that never had anything but vanilla sex and faked orgasms.

Liz and her outlandish kink by Cassandra Lincoln copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi * * * Part 1 "Did you ever watch that show Sex and the City?" Liz asked Jack one day. They were sitting on Jack's sofa sharing a platter of sushi and sashimi. The TV was on in front of them displaying a selection of movies on Netflix. Jack glared at Liz.

This is the third part in the Liya's series. Do read the first and second parts for a better taste of the series. Liya lay spent and fell into a slumber after her morning shenanigans with the milkman's son. She dreamt about cocks and cocks and cocks alone. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass, cocks in her mouth, cocks on her tits. It was half past 10 when she heard the doorbell ring.

I look up from my kneeling position, past your erect cock that is mere inches from my face. I lick my lips as my eyes reach yours. There is a hungry look in the depths of your blue orbs and I feel the fresh rush of liquid coat my slit from that look. I know that you are waiting patiently, but only for a moment, so I move my focus back down to your bobbing member.

I am always in control and I want that control taken away, I need that control taken away from me so I am coming to look for you. There has been talk of you that person the only one who can do it for someone like me but you are so hard to find. You are here you are there you are in places that people say a person like me would never visit.

I step back admiring my handing work. "That should do," I whisper. I dive in, kissing the inside of her thigh just above her knee. Her skin is tender and warm against my lips. I kiss the inside of the other thigh. She begins to move. I slowly run my tongue up the inside of her thigh. She is struggling now. The soft black velvet straps are doing their job. They become tighter the more she struggles.

I stood, under the dim light, my neck bent and my hair parted at my nape. I could hear his steady breath caress the back of my ear. For a very brief moment, his fingers touched mine. My breathing grew faster, I instinctively held my breath. He, however, continued moving mechanically as if performing an experiment he studied routinely. His steady and skinny fingers appeared suddenly next to my ears and gently pushed my hair behind them, never touching my skin.

(I want to be tied, and bound, and shackled. I want my body to be exposed, vulnerable, aching. I want clamps and plugs and crops. And more. I want to beg. I want to be a perfect, trembling slut. For you. My cheeks burn as i write this... i am hot, all over...) I sighed and flipped the page. How easily the words came, from pen to paper. Tucked away in my secret notebook.

She went to her closet and took out a pair of tights and two dress options. She laid them on the bed and sat on her vanity chair to pull her tights up her legs. She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed trying to decide which dress she should wear. The dark purple one that was tight and showed off her curves, or the black one that she loved the way it showed off her back.

The following is a work of fiction to be consumed ONLY by adults 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old. This is a kinky pairing between a switchy couple, with the male in the dominant role in this scene. It is intended as a quick and dirty read with very little relational or character exposition. This story includes the usage of several different toys, anal penetration, and some humiliation.

Tanya nervously clutched her purse to her chest as she walked through the heavy door. She pulled off her sunglasses that had been in place hiding her face, despite the fact that it was overcast and dark outside. She eyed the reception area as she pulled the door shut behind herself. The building on the outside resembled an inner-city residential house that had clearly been renovated to support a business now.

Molly was not the innocent little thing this guy thought she was. She knew she had to stop playing shy at the start, she was giving the wrong impression. She had come across this before. Guys her age were never prepared for her. She had a tendency to scare them off. This guy was older though; he might be up for something more adventurous. She was a little disappointed when he didn't show up at the pool tournament but it wasn't a total loss.

He arrived. After a short chat of small talk, and me trying to get information, I was given one decision for the night. Do I want to partake in the decisions or have them made for me? I yielded control. So he made the decision to play first and talk after, so we headed to the bedroom. I was ordered to sit. I sipped my wine while watching him unpack his bag.

Several days ago, there was an e-mail in my inbox. It was of course from my Domina, Katarina, because the e-mail account is for her exclusive use, when she wishes to communicate with me. Because I am her sissy slut, and from time to time she finds ways for me to prove my usefulness to her. The e-mail read: "Hello, sissy slut, I have decided I wish to go on a shopping excursion this Saturday.

The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had him sucking frozen urine-sicles, created in ice cubes with toothpicks. Miss Spargrove had Ross on a monthly masturbation schedule.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback. ***** Preface Steve walked into the Cureo Club in Corpus Christi, Texas and tonight promised to be an incredible show.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new version. I hope you enjoy the series and please give me feedback.

Part 1: Caught Cal was just like any other 23 year old, he had just finished college and was working from home as a stock broker. It was a peaceful gig with good money, he got to stay home and had no additional payments like rent so most of his money just went to his personal use or savings. Of course like every guy his age he was at that incredibly horny stage of life and not having a girlfriend didn't help matters much.

Cal never thought there would come a day when he would be afraid of his own maid, adding insult to injury, it was in his own home, in his own room. "mpphhh." Cal tried to struggle free of his bonds and scream for help but all it served to do was squeeze the socks in his mouth releasing some of Lara's sweat which had been soaked up by the socks. Cal grimaced in disgust as the taste was horrible.

Cal couldn't believe the situation had devolved to such a stage. Cal was a regular participant in various debate competitions and prided himself on being very convincing, capable of winning most arguments. But then again, there's hardly any room for any sort of rapport when your angry maid stuffs her sweaty socks into your mouth and tapes it shut. Cal was down on his knees in front of the study table.

The night of 'The incident' finally came to a close and a new day was approaching. It was safe to say none of the three people involved got any proper sleep that night. One of them was busy discovering a variety of new pleasures to indulge in, while another was too disturbed by the day's events and slept fitfully out of worry and the last one was uncomfortably trussed up and was barely able to catch a wink of sleep.