3: I am a Big Woman. Whether I am a big Beautiful woman or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder. I love the feel of tight ropes and I tie myself up on a regular basis because I have not found a partner I can trust. I believe this trust issue stems from childhood when I played a game of cowboys and cowgirl with a couple of the neighborhood boys. The...
She could feel the ropes gradually getting tighter as he constructed an elaborate rope dress. She had forgotten how constrictive a rope dresses could be. She inhaled as much as her chest would let her and then slowly let it out. He tightened the ropes again. The next time she inhaled, it was harder to get a full breath. Some people might have told him the ro...
I'm Five. No, not five years old, or you wouldn't be reading this here! My real name is Gabriel, though I usually go by Gabe, and I am the Master of the House of Bondage. If you look up "House of Bondage" on line you will get lots of hits, but none of them are us -- it's our private name for the house where I live with Liz, aka the Tormentor, and Sara, who...
Johanna ist gerade einmal 18 Jahre alt. Jungfrau (bis jetzt). 1,72m groß. Blond blauäugig, hat große Brüste, und einen geilen, knackigen Po. Curvy, nicht dick. Die Haare sind schulterlang.What's next? Eines Morgens What's next? Eines Morgens...
Margaret's breath quickened and she could feel an excited flutter in her chest as she began to read Joseph's latest addition to their fantasy. When they had first talked about creating online adventures via email exchanges they agreed that they would let their imaginations soar and would develop scenes that would stretch boundaries. They would explore things...
-Disclaimer: The events in this story are events that have happened between me and my pet recently. I will not use names, as both me and my pet want to remain anonymous. If you do not enjoy pain and bondage, this story is not for you. * "Pet, I have been thinking, and I think it is time that I put you through the training." I said to my pet, kneeling at my...
*DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any situations or scenarios similar to real life is pure coincidence. All characters are over the age of 18.* -- My hand was wondering into my pants, a small, good sensation started, then suddenly, this stupid, unwanted reaction happened again. My body froze up and my hand sprung out of my pants as my legs sna...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
Home Savvy Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend, works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, bondage, softcore, lingerie, toys, consensual, reluctant. A little bit of spoof here, referencing home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's... *************** Chapter 2 - Home Savvy...
She can never decide if it's better or worse to know what is coming. When you don't know your fate, it's much easier to put it out of mind, but when the anxiety creeps in, the speculation can make you tingle with fear. When you do know your fate, you get to spend all week imagining the minute details with chills of anticipation. This week was a flurry of d...