So, here I am, on a Friday morning, sitting behind my laptop writing down the recent and current experiences as instructed by my beloved wife. Just so you know, as I write this, my dick is enclosed and locked in a chastity cage (guess who has the keys) with a pulsating, vibrating cock ring over the penis tube of the device, hugging my balls at the same time....
I walked back into the living room with two espressos. Tatiana was sitting opposite our visitor; her legs pressed together demurely, her hands clasped in her lap and her head slightly bowed. I placed the coffees on the low table at the side of the leather armchair. 'Thank you.' Our visitor picked up her coffee in a leather-gloved hand and sipped it. I sat...
It was the day of her wedding. Not her official wedding. It wasn't the fairytale wedding she had always dreamed of. It wasn't the big, traditional wedding where all her friends and family would appear with big smiles, and she'd be wearing a big white dress that cost nearly a thousand dollars. That kind of wedding was scheduled for a few days later. This wa...
The usual Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 8; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. That does not mean it is not real. But this is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This s...
"Damn," he thought as he slammed on his breaks, spun the wheel and slid the car sideways. His flash red Dodge Daytona Shelby's wheels spin leaving marks as he hauls ass to avoid getting caught for going multiples of the speed limit. The cop tries hard to stay on his ass and is doing a good job of it, he never sees the driver but he can recall his scanner n...
Prologue: Being a submissive wife has its ups & downs. The hard part was the added responsibility. Kelly was a strong business minded woman. She worked hard all day as an office manager. At night, or on the weekends, she still had to work. A different kind of work. She was a sexual submissive to her husband, catering to his every need. It was a role she wi...
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...
My stories are all true recollections of events from my life, as accurately as I can remember them, with two exceptions: 1. The names of my partners have been changed for their privacy; and 2. I have omitted any references to safe sex, because reading about people fiddling about with condoms is not to my mind very sexy, and in stories you don't need to be...
Chapter 2 - The Abduction Tawny's life had changed forever. She was afraid of self-bondage but had since locked the cuffs and ball gag with her wrists locked behind her. The dildo did its work but she didn't lock herself to the bed or put the key in an ice cube, just left it lying on the nightstand. This was okay, but not nearly as exciting because she coul...
My true love. That is what I consider my Marie to be. We met just out of high school and were inseparable from the start (about 1980). By the time we were in our early 20's we were living together and very happy. As the years flew by time was starting to take its toll on us. We had always had a super sex life. I could see we didn't have many sparks left an...