In 2015 the US economy is still in sorry shape, as the far east surges ahead. Prisons are overcrowded, and budgets overextended. The large number of prison deaths, even among those incarcerated for minor infractions, has aroused increased concern. To help balance budgets, heavy fines for even minor infractions are common, but many people, especially petty cr...
We had known each other practically since birth, His family's home directly behind mine in a quiet Midwestern suburb. We had always been close as friends, and no one was surprised when we became a couple in high school. Others were a bit surprised that we were still a couple upon graduation four years later. They were even more surprised when we left for our...
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...
It worked! I obsessed more and more about my psycho-sexual correction experience; eventually I determined to try to repeat it. I had trouble coming up with a suitably serious yet reasonably victimless crime which would fill the bill, until one day the solution arrived in the mail - jury summons. I look forward to jury duty, and unlike many, I'm disappointed...
A week later I return to your office for the 5th punishment session. It's the midway point through my entire discipline "schedule" as you've laid out for me. You already told me before hand that it is going to be a "B&D" session today -- bondage and discipline. I shiver involuntarily at these words... they sound so erotic and dangerous to me. All week long I...
Author's Note: This story is the sequel to my Valentine's Day story "The 14th Anniversary". It starts off where the first one ended. The story can also be read as a stand-alone piece. Please review. ------------------------------------ My reflexion in the mirror wall of the elevator carrying me up to our penthouse apartment looked tired. That was to be exp...
Janette had a trying day at work. She came home feeling frustrated and out of sorts but didn't know what to do about it. She didn't feel like cooking dinner for Allan, so she just sat on the sofa with a drink and listlessly thumbed through a magazine. Allan was due home in a half hour and she would deal with dinner then. She was about through with the scotc...
The Story of an Actual Bondage Experience It's late at night and we are in bed talking about our latest sexual activities. It's early in our relationship and we are still discovering each other's preferences. We talk about how I like my nipples sucked. I tell him that I like pretty severe sucking, to the point of using teeth to pull and nibble on them, and...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
Laying face-up on the bondage table, thick leather cuffs at the wrists and ankles, taut chains linking the cuffs to bolts underneath the table's upholstered top, held in place as the hydraulics slowly position the table to about a sixty-degree angle... This is what i have longed for all day, ever since the bus collided with a semi on the way to work at 7AM...