Bound or Free? I was running. I usually went jogging every morning, having inherited the 'sturdy peasant build' of my Germanic ancestors and it was only with continued discipline that I could keep my tone and figure. Sure 48G-40-46 was on the opulent end of curvy, but the tendency to get chubby was one that I had fought since adolescence with relentless...
Here's a bit of flash fiction that I thought would be fun to share. I don't know where this is going, or if it will have legs and grow to a series, yet, but it's fun to imagine the possibilities. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories, if you're a new reader, welcome. Please check out the rest of my stories on this site. Dreamweaver594... M...
I slowly became aware of myself as dreams of Luigi and a beautiful princess slowly faded away, soon to be forgotten. My legs felt odd, but I figured there was probably just a cramp in them...no, they didn't hurt...but I couldn't move them. Perhaps they were tangled in the bed-sheet...but no, that wasn't it, either. I tried to move my arms, but neither could...
{This is a world where no one has periods or needs to use the bathroom. No one gets STD's, no one gets killed. No one gets hurt, at least not in ways they don't want} *** Hi everyone! I'm Victoria. You may have read about me and my sexual exploits in, "Victoria's Self bondage" series. I'll just give you a short recap. I love giving head, it's literally my...
Slave kissed Pepper's pretty face to reassure her before they were both shackled and then gagged, and sat on a prominent open seat on Ayesha's carriage, their hands bound in front of them; Ayesha loved to display her power and ownership of slaves, and would always ensure other people were made aware of it, even if the chattels were only hers to borrow. Slave...
"And just where do you think you're going?" I didn't get time to answer as the housemistress flipped a silky stocking around my ankles and yanked me off my feet. Fortunately, a heavily padded leather couch broke my fall, but left my ankles exposed. Before I could try to roll off of the couch, the housemistress's hands deftly wound and tied the soft yet unyi...
Roger's hands gripped Anna's waist as she straddled him. Muffled whimpers and moans intermixed with the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh against flesh. His fingers dug into her as he pounded into her from below. Anna bit down on the bit gag she was wearing and cried into the saliva-drenched panties Roger had stuffed into her mouth before attaching the gag arou...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
The Mage had been gone for weeks. She was attending a festival for the Lady on the Isle of Myst, where she had trained before pledging her service to the new Emperor. She insisted on traveling alone and the Emperor had been furious. Well, not exactly alone. She had her cats and a number of those dreaded stallions she raised. They were the oddest animals; too...
There were times when I would catch his eyes following me as I moved around the office. At these times, I would make sure that I was smiling more brilliantly, concentrating more fiercely, or laughing at something another person just said. I was a good girl. I ignored him in all but the most professional capacity. It was "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," and "I'll h...