A day off for the good girl turns to the naughty girl's day of indulgence. Male/female – married – self-bondage – gagged – tied – submissive – lingerie Readers: Use of zip ties should always be supervised, and limited to no more than 30 minutes of use. But this is my delectable fiction. We use magic zip ties! -o-o- Scantily dressed, arms and legs strap...
James felt as if he was going insane. It was summer, the sun was shining and he was at the beach ogling girls. Tits of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, wrapped in bikini tops, one pieces and other pieces of fabric of varying coverage. James' heartbeat pounded in his ears and throbbed in his crotch, digging a furrow in the sand beneath him. He was lying o...
I had a dream about you last night. It was a foot dream. I think your facebook friend request sparked my imagination while thinking of the past. You really were quite a hateful, bullying, bitch to me in high school. Of course, I hated you for it, but that didn't do anything to abate the feelings and thoughts I had about you and your large athletic feet. My...
Marie had just ended a relationship with a man. Raul hadn't been a boyfriend; rather, he'd been the controlling figure in an unusual relationship focused on Marie's beautiful "DD" breasts. He'd seen her in her tight tee shirt at the bar where she was a waitress and bluntly told her how he wanted to both abuse and worship her breasts. In just a few meetings h...
Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir - or the other any sort of pet names - but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made - but then while interacting - no assumptions should be made - that is where you need to find out yo...
I am not a pain slut. I want to make that perfectly clear from the start. I am not one of those people that seeks pain. I am certainly not one of those people that likes to have hooks inserted into my flesh, so that I can derive strange pleasure by being suspended by them. If people want to do that, that is their choice, and as long as I don't have to wat...
"What did you say?" Donna glared across at Michael, who stood, in his usual laconic, self-assured way, arms folded, leaning against the bedroom doorframe. As usual, his dark brown eyes seemed to bore deep into hers, somehow a direct route to her innermost thoughts, unearthing all the embarrassing, personal little secrets that lay dormant within the recesses...
The day at work dragged in. It seemed to take an age before 5o'clock came around. When it finally did I raced to my car and sped home. My parents, brother and sister had taken a weeks holiday and I had the whole house to myself, I couldn't wait to play out some of my fetishes. As I walked through the front door there was a note from my mum -- - There is...
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...
Whitney was hot. The run down the slopes had been slow with numerous cross trail sluices to the side wooded areas, looking for the lost skier. He was an older man who had gotten separated from his family group. The younger teens had sped ahead in an impromptu but predictable need for adolescent exhilarations. He had lingered behind and was now presumed miss...