CHAPTER ONE After being married for eleven years to my husband Barry, who is a scientist in a well-known pharmaceutical company, I decided we needed our sex life to be enhanced. Don't get me wrong, this part of our marriage has been good, but I feel it could be raised to a higher level. Privately, I have always fantasised about wearing a very tight-laced...
My fantasy is based on my partner and I obtaining a tightening back-laced corset. I envision him tightening it as much as he felt comfortable with... but also causing me distress. As the corset tightens, it knocks my breath away and limits being able to get a full breath back, creating a sense of panic and excitement. Physical movement is extremely limited...
My name is Lydia and I am both a mistress and a slave. My husband Petrus is both my master and my slave. One day I will get him to tell his story but, for now, this is mine. Let it suffice to say that I am in charge of some aspects of his daily and nightly life; and he is in charge of some of mine. I have become his sex slave very willingly on condition tha...
Author's note: This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. This is part 4 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1, 2 and 3 are read first, but that is not essential. The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as e...
The Original. Dear Sir.--The year 1886. The scene, a fashionable drawing-room. The time, 9 p.m. A tall, graceful woman, and a pretty girl of 18 or 19, are reading the latest fashion news. Looking at the clock. The elder of the two says, "Come, dear; It is time to dress for bed." One readily imagines the outburst of merriment with which the modern flapper...
It's Friday, and everything is ready. On the floor of the spare room is an inflated paddling pool. The sort of thing you have for the kids, but this is a good size. About 10 feet long and 6 feet wide; and inflated fully to give a nice soft floor with 12-inch high walls. No water, but a soft fluffy duvet on the inflated floor and a waterproof bed sheet over i...
I first met Angelina when she was 20 and I was 10 years older. Her mother was Swiss and her father was English, like me. Everyone called her Angie. She was fairly innocent in my view and didn't even realize how attractive she was. A good figure, based on her height and her school athletics; combined with a pretty face and long brown hair. I was struck by he...
For as long as Peter could remember, he'd liked wearing women's underwear. Now in his mid 20s, he wore his own panties every day. He got them in UK size 8 or 10, and always made in Lycra so that they gripped his groin, bottom and testicles nice and hard. Usually black but sometimes white. Over the past year he'd been exploring other items of feminine underwe...
Chapter 1 One must look back at events in their life and laugh at times. One must even remember those that have come into there life and smile about them. But when someone has had such an impact on your life that you can no longer go back to how things were before them, you are forced to remember them everyday just by looking at yourself in the mirror, and...
Tim and Mary were a happily married couple in their mid thirties. Tim owned a local hardware business and Mary worked at the library. Mary was an attractive 5'7", 115lbs, with long shapely legs and a 34C chest. Her conservative wardrobe routinely covered her body. She looked and acted like a librarian. While not too sexually experienced, she did have a passi...