Pete waited in the car, just another business meeting, to view the property, nothing more, nothing less. He knew the chances of landing anything were slim, he'd met Mark the previous week to discuss possibilities but it still seemed a long shot. Just another worship to look around and see what it might be worth on the market. Then again he thought, nothing v...
DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it......
(C) Copyright 2010 - MindSplinter - Published under Creative Commons License (Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike) 3.0 Unported During a recent conversation with my friend Kelly she mentioned that short of being able to goad a Dom into having his way with her by putting ideas into his head, she found bondage to become rather boring after struggling for s...
"I think it's time for a change of pace," Brain says. He reaches down and begins to get me out of my self-bondage. He starts with my blindfold, I squint my eyes as the light comes back into view. I see drops of fluid sprayed out in front of me, his pee and my squirt must have reached all the way here. He undoes the straps around my arms, legs, and neck. I do...
It was a cold winter's morning when Jessica and Phil awoke to the soft twitter of the birds outside and the early morning sunlight shining through the window of their large detached home on the outskirts of London. Although close to the town it was still a rural location and a place in which they had made their home. It was always quiet there which made it...
A Continuation of the slave college series * Michel Jenkins and Brent McMasters were freshmen at the slave college. After just celebrating their 18th birthdays, the boys had enrolled in the school, both for the academic achievements of past graduates, and because it was rumored there were 6 girls per guy on the campus. Being boys, both were thinking it wou...
Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, sometimes, dear readers. It's a lonely job, being the voice of reason, y'know? I don't like it any more than some of you do! I've spent going on 25 years being a unrepentantly kinky deviant, literally since before it was cool, when most people's images of BDSM came from Judas Priest videos. That's a long time be...
Bondage Saturdays Want to go back in time? Revisit an era when thinking about sex made you wet. Let the 'small head' do some of your thinking. It's hard to do when you have kids, jobs and social obligations. So you budget time, but spontaneity suffers because there are too many people that make demands on your time. You can send the kids off with friends or...
The device is a sealed cage, slightly smaller then a phone booth, made with plexiglass on all sides. The first time (there would be repeats with less struggling), I had to force her into the near door (most apparatus temporarily removed). I catch her unaware as she is doing dishes. She hasn't had sex for several days so she is extremely horny, turned on ev...
Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness: Chapter One Prologue Junie Thomas had always been pathologically shy. Short and fat, she was painfully self-conscious. She avoided new places, new experiences and strangers at all costs. Divorced and with her children grown, her whole world consisted of her boring, lonely job and her hobbies. If it weren't fo...