Bondage

I think I let you off to easy last Christmas. Instead of just giving you a Christmas present, I think this Christmas it might be more fun to have you work a little bit first in order to get it. So I invented a little game that you must endure in order to get your present. We begin the game with me slowly striping you naked in the bedroom. As I do this I begin to tell you how this little game will work and you begin to get a little excited.

I was surprised that she called me the next night and had me come over. She had written a set of rules for me to follow when I wasn't with her. I was not allowed to read them there, only agree. If not it was over between us. Being the horny boy I was I agreed on the spot. For my reward we went to her basement and she had me lay on my back on the couch, only shirt off.

So this is my first story. Any feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy. I'm stressed out. Like really so damn stressed. My parents were out of town, something about a vacation retreat that they "needed" to drop everything for and go. I've never been home alone, and I'm 18. I'm wearing a loose tank top and short shorts as I'm trying to occupy my mind by studying for final exams even though my grades were perfect I just needed something to make me not think about someone walking into my house.

The boss waited till the rest of the employees had cleared out to call me into his office. "Yes, Mr. Spears?" "Christian," Spears slid an envelope across his desk. He was short and shaped more round then straight so he had to lean off his seat to reach me. He knew I didn't like being called Christian but he also thought money could buy him out of everything. I looked into the envelope and pulled out the picture inside.

This is the second instalment in my Chloe series and comes after "Chloe Steps Toward Submission" The first installment does not have a lot of sex in it but sets up the story and introduces the characters, as well as some characters I will use later. This story is a story I wrote for a friend, something for her to read and use to get off. Hopefully it works for you too.

I awakened that day to an early morning sun warming my skin and the sounds of birdsong drifting into my cell. A steaming cup of dandelion root and young nettle tea had been placed on the floor near my head and the shade raised, so I lingered a moment in the sunlight stretching slowly, stiffly, before rising. My nipples throbbed dully as I gently sipped the hot tea while trying to ignore a growing discomfort in my bladder and the weighty metal shackle around my right ankle.

She flipped her phone open, dialed his number, and then promptly ended the call. "Dammit! No, no, no, no, you're going to do this. You want to do this. Besides, you know him, you can trust him....just do it." Two seconds later she's dialed the number again and smacked the phone shut swiftly. The room felt as if it was going to engulf her with the magnitude of heat that flushed her cheeks.

Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet. I still turned up for our rendezvous the next day and prayed She would too.

Her chest was heaving greatly, while her heart beat loudly, as panic engulfed her with her legs racing through the woodlands to get away, to escape, but she knew any attempt was hopeless. Even still, she was alert to every noise that filled the air, of small animals scurrying to and fro, of a variety of birds singing to each other high up in the trees, of the rustle from dead leaves and briars disturbed by the wind and other creatures that populated the forest and then there was the Predator who was stalking her.

Invocation: Blessed be Akana, she whose name is Beautiful Cruelty, Terrible Pleasure, Sublime Pain. Edriel was so thoroughly absorbed in the pornographic scroll that he didn't notice the high priestess until she planted her foot squarely in the middle of a particularly delectable picture. "Oh, Mistress Sekba!" He snapped his head up at her, blushing as he stared past the red linen loincloth and up to the firm, small breasts, bound perfunctorily with a strip of black silk.

There was running water in the background. Hannah knew more than anyone that this was never a good a sign about where the day was headed. Which doesn't stop her from stripping, eyes still closed. Master didn't expect her to wake up when he began to prep for a scene this early, but it was always nice to surprise him. To be ready by the time he came out from the bathroom.

Sitting at the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee and reading the paper, I didn't hear her soft footsteps until a moment before she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her lips into my neck. Ellen's arms snaked down my chest, over my stomach and down to my thighs. She bit down, causing me to wince slightly as the delicate strands of her long, light brown hair cascaded over my neck.

(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best assets. In lots of ways, he was teaching her that she was his vessel, his alone .

Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Someone at the mall had actually recognized her from the porno flick we had been forced to make.

Lisa lay bound, belly down and naked on the bed. Not an unusual position for her to be in, she normally found it reassuring. She had spent many an hour in similar positions, unable to move and simply waiting for what was to happen next. This time however, she wasn't sure at all what she was waiting for. She was in the hog tied position. Her hands crossed and tied behind her, feet together and bound as well.

Powerless Bratty Suspension -- 26.11.18 She woke up feeling light-headed and drowsy. It was dark, no wait, there was something fitting tightly around her head... She was blindfolded. She tried to move, but then she noticed that her hands were tied above her head. No wonder her wrists were so sore and numb, she was practically suspended from the floor. She could move her feet and rest her weight on the floor if she stood on her toes.

Driving home, Darrell Plunkett certainly hoped that Bootsie had changed her mind. He knew that Bootsie was jealous of Thelma; Darrell's secretary was quite a dish, and sweet and charming in a way that his wife wasn't though of course Bootsie served Darrell's needs well. "You know it depends on you, Darrell." Bootsie had said, smiling the night before. "If you want to have a release, you have to do it on my terms.

WARNING: Don't try this at home. Prolonged immobilization can lead to all sorts of nasty health problems, including deep vein thrombosis ("economy class syndrome") which often causes permanent injury or even death. ------- I am a "famous" artist. Not Hollywood-level famous, but famous by my own standards: I am occasionally recognized on the street. My specialty is sculptures, often in plastic, and often in bright colors. It is not the kind of art that usually leads to public recognition, but I was very lucky to cause a major scandal two years ago in Berlin.

Lost and Found It was a chilly morning as I was walking in the park. Aside from a few morning joggers, there weren't many people, or at least this part of the park. I passed the graffiti-covered obelisk; before heading to the park bench. As I sat down, I looked at my watch; it was precisely 7:00 AM. Nervously I rubbed my hands as I looked to the left and then to the right.

It all started with an innocent bet over dinner one evening. With nothing more than a quick check of the internet I had won the bet, but I was not ready to collect. That would wait for another time and place. We did not even decide what the reward was. All she knew is that she lost. Weeks later, I decided it was time to collect. The kids were gone for the night and we would have the place to ourselves.

The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistress in my head and She takes charge.

NOW The ceiling lamp flickers, intermittently bathing the windowless room in cold neon light. A naked body begins to move on the narrow bunk where silvery, shimmering chains wind their way over the pale skin of the stretched-out woman. Their soft tinkling is suddenly drowned out by a loud clicking noise from the heavy steel door's locking mechanism, then a tall woman with long black hair steps through the opening door and stops in front of the wall of bars separating the cell and bunk from the rest of the large room.

M/F, light bondage You are a princess. Kind of a plastics princess. You don't have a care, drifting from shop to shop, just handing over your platinum card. You are wearing tailored grey pinstripe pants that sculpt your shapely bottom. Black boots with a nice raised heel. And a soft sweater that clings in all the right places, draping your womanly curves. As the clerks ring up your purchases and fills the bags, your driver is right there.

She looked from the number 69 on the white front door back to the piece of paper in her hand and once more at the number before looking back down at the scribbled address on the paper once again. Breathing in deeply, tingling with nerves, she straightened down her black skirt and raised her hand to knock on the front door of the house. After waiting for half a minute the door opened, revealing a smartly dressed man.

This was a new feeling. Not the cold, though I must admit I was shaking slightly. The feeling of my heart beating strong enough to actually feel it against my ribs. I imagined others could hear it as well. There's also the feeling of the hard seat on my bare legs. Only a small field of vision through the slits in the hood covering my head. The sound of footsteps behind me, preparing the table.

Prisoner Of Lust A Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Side Story Camilo paced nervously in the kitchen as he looked at his phone. It would ring any minute and his nerves were standing on edge. He'd just closed his laptop after a brief chat with a woman on Fetlife. At least, he hoped it was a woman. One could never be certain a stranger's profile was real until you met them in real life.

Bondage I looked up through the metal bars. The room was large, almost like four 14 by 16 rooms combined at each right angle. In front of me stood a little black and white T.V. - its content was that of hentai and actual bondage porn; varying from which came first. The large expanse contained 1 door and no windows; there were vents but they only let out hot air to supply humidity.

Nick and Belle would usually discuss in advance what they would do together at their next meeting. These get together were always at a Boston area hotel where Nick would rent a room for their encounters. Nick almost always took the initiative in making suggestions about how their meetings would go. (He was, after all, the Dom and she was his submissive.) Very often, Nick would write a detailed role play for them to play out and send to her in advance.

*Please note the following story is completely fictional and is meant to be portrayed as a completely consensual, adult, safe D/s relationship and story. Ivy knew she had been bad, she had willfully disobeyed her Mistress. She had been tired this morning after their fun night of play and completely disregarded her chores while she was at work. She knew that was unacceptable and would pay and now she was stuck here all night to think about it.

Another boring day in the office. It has been seven and a half hours and finally, my coworkers are leaving. I still have an hour to go, but the office is mine. Wasting no time, I switch the tabs in my browser and open up the innocently sounding pages filled with hardcore BDSM. Oh reddit, my dear friend - where would I be without you. Ever since the tumblr shutdown, I have had a hard time finding good content, but you never let me down.