He was excited, buckling up his high leather polished motorcycle boots; he stood slipping on a black satin shirt. Dressing wasn't essential but he thought it would heighten the evening entertainment. He had the black leather gear for riding his motorcycle so it was there to use. He stood and walked over to the full-length mirrors in the room, adjusting each...
Ellie unlocked her front door and led Ben inside her small basement flat. This was only their second date, but he was already having an effect on her. She closed the door behind him with a firm, satisfying thud and led the way to the small lounge at the back of the flat. There was only one sofa and that was covered in baskets of washing, some clean some no...
His mother had warned him never to hitchhike. He should have listened to her. Of course, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. How the hell else was he going to get down to Salinas when his truck had a busted timing chain? It had seemed an even better idea when the woman had finally picked him up after he had stood beside the dark road for what seemed...
Ellie hummed happily to herself as she danced around the kitchen, preparing dinner for her visitor. She pictured Ben in the next room, naked and locked in prisoner transport shackles. Those chains were so fucking sexy as they turned her gorgeous man into her helpless prisoner. Without the keys, he could do nothing more than hobble around and obey her command...
So I was out late at this party and some slightly dumpy chick wanders up to me and says, "You could be what I'm looking for." Not the best pick-up line, sure, but certainly intriguing. So I reply, "that depends on what you're looking for, don't it?" So I'm dumb, fuck you. She just smiles and asks for just one dance before we go to her place. Well, she ain't...
Pain overwhelms me. I am being punished. I am standing--well, hanging--in the corner of our playroom. My hands are above my head encased in cuffs connected to a chain that is bolted to the ceiling. I am facing the corner of the room with my legs spread, only slightly, so that my feet touch each wall. They are chained to the floor. A metal harness envelopes...
based on Gorean fiction by John Norman The girl sagged sobbing in her chains. Her bark-cloth skirt had been torn from her and stuffed into her mouth as a gag. She was naked but for her belt collar and brands. Her formerly long and glossy brown hair had been crudely sheared short to her scalp. Her sweaty body trembled against the dance pole. All of the ho...
Gia opened her eyes after an incredibly lengthy and deep sleep. Her arms naturally attempted to raise and stretch as she yawned. That's when she realized that it was impossible to move. Gia's arms were cuffed and hung over a pole above her, giving her no other option but to stand straight with her arms straight up behind her head. Gia began pulling at the cu...
The work of a maid is not usually glamorous and this one was a bit weirder than most, I'd started work for this pretty handsome guy I have to admit, and he was wealthy I mean he lived in a huge house. Which in itself was a bit odd as he had cleaners in for the most of it, me possibly he employed just for the look of it, all I had to do was dust a few things....
Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...