Craig's POV At the time, it seemed like a good idea. My name is Craig and I was 27 and Sherry was 26 and she was a stay-at-home wife. My wife Sherry is a knockout. She has a baby face, a great body and oh so good in bed. But, in spite of all that, I thought we should "spice it up." One night, it was a Tuesday; I suggested to Sherry that we visit a bondage c...
Chapter Six: Meagan's Birthday Part One: Beach Trip Mistress Casandra Hall could not be more pleased. Her new slave Meagan, is doing very well. In fact the whole house is running like clockwork. It had been 2 months since Meagan joined the Household. Meagan was doing very well in school. Lara was a very good teacher and with Tara assisting her, Meagan was...
When I went away to college I would still come home for the summers. During the summer after my freshman year, I had missed my HS friends so much. I remember all of the old gang having sleepovers a ton that summer. One time I was having two of my friends, Tina and Nat, over while my parents were going out of town for a weekend away. At the last minute, Nat...
Eventually Doctor Riemen gave me permission to get up from my hands and knees. I was given the box that contained my personal effects and allowed to get dressed. It felt weird getting dressed in the main lobby, with the receptionist, and other Vineyard employees watching me, but the Vineyard is a strange place. They don't follow the same rules that we're ta...
I recommend reading Bridget's Story called "Pre-Graduation Party" before reading this story. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. ********** I'm Jody, this is my part of the story. I'm 18 and about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weigh about 130 pounds with long dark brown hair worn most often in a ponytail. I'm a bit of a tomboy but have no do...
Prologue: Elle Cohen studied her reflection in the mirror and she could hardly believe her eyes. Her bare breasts -- round C cups -- were bound with soft black rope. The rope made exactly 3 loops around each breast, hooked around her shoulders, and circled the back of her neck to create self-bondage. Overall, the rope formed a makeshift bra that warped h...
Another day, another story pops into my head at the most inopportune moment possible. I swear my muse is conspiring against me. The last time I need a story idea is when I am in a meeting debating which feature to prioritise for our next sprint. Nevertheless, here it is. I hope you like it. Please do consider dropping a vote and a comment on your way out. T...
*This is a true story. Not about myself, but someone very close to me. The names are changed of course to protect the innocent/guilty* * In China in the 1990s there was very little by way of sex education. My parents would avoid the subject like the plague and although we did have one afternoon class on the subject at school it was just my luck that I was...
It was last period of history class at Franklin High School. Jennifer Robbins was the history teacher giving a lecture as she walked around the classroom. At 26 she was relatively new to the school having only been there for a year. She had long golden blond hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore a red blouse showing her C cup breasts and a black skirt goin...
Jess kisses Kimbra on the lips, lip balm to lipstick, backing her up against the bed. Her itchy fingers gently undo her zipper and inch off her pants. "What do you want tonight?" Jess whispers. Kimbra continues kissing her, obviously trying to make a decision. She is so indecisive. "You know what? I have an idea," Kimbra proposes. Jess raises her eyebr...