**authors note: when I started this I had been awake for the better part of four days straight. At this point I have no idea if it's good or not or if my tongue exists anymore. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, hope you enjoy.** I awaken in the dark once again. At this point all I have left is my mind and the pain all over. Three days ago they tied...
Author's Notes as before: (1) This is fiction; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 7; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself; (4) Slavery is illegal. But it can be real. This is just a story; (5) Do NOT EVER leave anyone in bondage as severe as that depicted herein without supervision; (6) This story has scenes in it that wi...
The sand is soft and warm. I'm sitting on a heavy rope bondage frame, feet in the sand. It gets into my shoes. But its all right. It feels good. My coffee is in the sand. I'm tired of the camp duties that I just finished. I heard these guys were playing this evening, so I thought it'd be nice to sit in the sand and watch, just relaxing and drinking my coffee...
This story is for a compilation of many different bdsm adventures. It was formerly known as latex adventures, but as chapters developed they dealt more and more with different aspects of bdsm, and less consistently with latex. Latex still exists as a strong element in many of the chapters, namely because I like to write about characters wearing it. I created...
This story was written for Mistress A by Her obedient one ********* I hear a knocking at the door; I look at the clock she is right on time. I pat her on the head and beckon her to enter. she enters on her knees; once inside the door is closed and she asks permission to stand so she can disrobe. I ask her if she is dressed in the manner that she has been i...
The camera man brought Ava Abrams to their manager's house, a small mansion in a quiet bedroom town only a twenty-minute commute out of the city. On the way Ava was given back her clothes which her colleague had picked up from the floor of the theater. She also opened her slave training kit which she received from a secretary on the way out of the courthouse...
I slowly regained consciousness in the morning. Light was coming in through the partially opened drapes in the bedroom. I reached up to rub my yes and realized that the cuffs on my wrists had been removed. I tried to yawn, however the tape over my mouth was still attached. No problem, I thought as I took it off myself. Ah... so Marie was having a little fun...
I had been in bondage as a sex slave for over a year. In this time I had been trained to serve and endure incredibly dark sexual torture by my Master and Mistress. I knew what I was supposed to do, and how I was supposed to obey. My Owners dictated my entire existence; by now I had forgotten my previous life as a free young woman. They had taken my name away...
Michael relaxed in his position on the Pony. The cushioned top of the modified sawhorse supported his body from hips to chest. His head rested in the attached cradle and his arms and legs were secured in their supporting holders. The straps over his back that held him securely to the Pony's cushioned top were firm but not overly tight, reminding him more of...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** 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. All characters are age 19+. ***** My girlfriend Christina has been staying with me for the past sev...