I woke up chained to pipes in a dimly lit room that smelled of mildew and water. I felt the cold damp air chill my body, and I knew I was naked. My arms were bound above my head, and my legs spread wide with the aid of a metal bar fixed to my ankles. My mouth was gagged, and before I could struggle or attempt a scream, I heard a dark commanding voice from th...
This story is dark. I'll write something more fun next time. +++ He was chained to the bed. He was naked. His arms and legs were spreadeagled. His wrists and ankles were held tight by the chains to the bed posts. There were no covers, just the stained sheet beneath him. She sat in an armchair, against the wall beyond the foot of the bed. Almost against...
Wanted: Male stripper for ladies night at local bar. Call Ted at 555-1212. It was the 80's. Ladies' nights and male strippers were just coming into vogue. This ad was the first indication I'd seen of one in our area. I would have ignored the ad except for two things: I wanted to make some extra money and I was looking for a way to 'meet women' (code word fo...
Your smile was so sinister, so seductive, so mine. I hate you, yet I can never leave you. You keep me locked up yet I never try to leave. You've twisted my mind, my body, my soul. You have twisted me into an image of you, a sick, twisted, poorly formed image of you. You told me they would never come. You lied. They came, but you killed them while I was force...
NOTE: This was my first attempt at writing a proper story. Having seen the movie (and the dungeon scene), I just thought that a young queen with so many responsibilities might want to let it go sometimes. DISCLAIMER: The characters of this fanart story are NOT owned by me, but borrowed from a well-known movie. This story is FOR ADULTS ONLY. If you are offen...
She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her should...
Wearing the sexy elegant red dress, Karin turned and started to walk to the kitchen. Walking was slow, partly due to her tight dress and the unaccustomed high heels, but also because James's head was now permanently linked to her left ankle and therefore had to follow it everywhere. Karin at least could walk normally, if a little slowly. James had to crawl...
Bonus chapter added to keep this story moving forward. I felt it should be told and enjoyed. ***** Chapter Twenty One: Sluts at a Party. Our Masters always looking at ways to get the word out about us three sissy sluts all to make sure we become looked for and hunted street walking sluts for sex starved and horny males leads them to putting us out in very...
I was seeing John Bartlet, a married man for awhile when he became my slave. What happened when he was with me had no bearing on when he was with his wife. That was not my concern. When John was with me, it was ME who satisfied him. No one else was able to do give him what he needed. John loved to be tied up, and humiliated. It didn't matter what I done, it...
Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, exploit, humiliation, reluctant. Girl on Girl. (A little bit of spoof here of home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's... ) *** About 30 minutes later, I started downs...