Oh God, I can't possibly last to the end of this! At the moment, I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a 1980 Nissan Cherry. A very smelly 1980 Nissan Cherry at that. And the reason for that is sitting in the driver seat of the car. It's a 350-pound woman named Cassandra Rorie....and she's exceptionally gassy. If I could, I would open the door and get the h...
This was probably my very first attempt at writing adult fiction and was more of an effort at exploring my own fantasies and thus work out what drove me than any serious effort to entertain others. Reading it now, it seems simpler and more direct than my later work and may be better or worse for that. I will leave it to you the gentle reader to decide... *...
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...
Warnings, disclaimers, truths, half-truths, and little white lies: This is a work of fiction (maybe). It contains sexy scenes of 3-somes, self-bondage, BDSM, watersports, creamy liquid, and other cool lurid acts. All fictional characters are portrayed as adults (this is true). These adults, however, may have existed or presently exist as themselves and have...
She could feel the ropes gradually getting tighter as he constructed an elaborate rope dress. She had forgotten how constrictive a rope dresses could be. She inhaled as much as her chest would let her and then slowly let it out. He tightened the ropes again. The next time she inhaled, it was harder to get a full breath. Some people might have told him the ro...
It had long been established that for the set of personality traits the captive presented, the best results would be achieved if she was allowed to exercise some choice regarding her enslavement, albeit limited to alternatives that coincided with the objective of preparing her for her new station in life. Thus, her own choices and deepest desires established...
Beth Atkins ran her hands over the leather of her new desk chair as she swiveled it. No longer was she in a cubicle but now in a private office with translucent walls that went from floor to ceiling. This was the office that her former boss Carl Snodgrass had occupied until he had degraded and ravished one too many underlings. Namely, herself. This time Per...
I am looking at my husband expectantly. An hour ago we uploaded his bondage fantasy to a website run by an organization we belong to, the one that links consenting adults who have unfulfilled sexual desires. While we were practicing a little bondage of our own upstairs, the organization's computer had sifted through all its members and coughed up eleven cou...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
(This is my first story, let me know what you guys think!) As rain poured down all around her, a young woman took the moment to glance up at the innocuous building in front of her. The small sign above the door provided some indication of her location. "Bondage Inn..." The woman thought to herself as she read the wording. "Yup...I'm in the right place." She...