.What's next? Straitjacket and hood? Pink panties and a pink ballgag? Favorite Collar Good Old-Fashioned Rope What's next? Straitjacket and hood? Pink panties and a pink ballgag? Favorite Collar Good Old-Fashioned Rope...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is a fetish scene with consensual bondage. **********...
Chapter 1: Moving In This story relates my thoughts on how life might have developed if events had turned out differently with Meryl -- if we had both left our respective spouses, Dick and Alex, and been able to move in together. Much of this first part of this chapter happened as it is told, but sadly, Meryl never did leave Dick for reasons recounted in my...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that she...
It's been a long week at work. I'm exhausted, hungry, and above all else horny. I go home, shower, shave and get ready. Where am I going? What should I wear? Am I up for an entire evening out? Even though I'm exhausted I must eat and I do want to get laid. I'll grab a bite to eat and then head over to Fantasies, a local fetish club. I choose a pair of denim...
The following is a fictional story. This my first attempt at writing so please forgive the poor skills. ***** Caught by friend and tormented This is a story as to how I was caught by a friend wearing high heel boots and in self bondage. Everyone has their own ways to relax and destress. Mine lean towards the kinky side. I have a huge fetish for high hee...
Tour of the Resort Layla and Sir were led through organized wildness of tropical plantings. They passed a gazebo where a couple sat at a round table. Was someone crouched under the table? “You’ll notice there’s a lot of wrought iron around,” said their guide, gesturing to luxuriantly upholstered iron lounge chairs. “The weight is useful. We don’t wan...
It was her again! She wasn't the only girl in college with long black hair, and there were probably other girls who were taller and slimmer, so perhaps I could have been mistaken. But there was one characteristic that singled her out from all the other girls - she always wore a catsuit! She wore lots of different styles depending on her situation and the...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
Chapter one Tuesday J was up early, I could hear him moving around obviously looking for his case, he certainly wouldn't find it as I has managed whilst his attention was diverted to drop it off the side of the boat, it meant the only clothes he had were the ones he stood up in plus a couple of shirts and sweater, both in his hold-all. I waited for a whil...