3: I am a Big Woman. Whether I am a big Beautiful woman or not is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder. I love the feel of tight ropes and I tie myself up on a regular basis because I have not found a partner I can trust. I believe this trust issue stems from childhood when I played a game of cowboys and cowgirl with a couple of the neighborhood boys. The...
The Junk-Food Murder was the headline in a September 20, 1982 Newsweek. Looking at the article, I gave a start because the victim was Prof. Howard Appledorf and I had once taken a seminar class in which he gave a lecture. I remembered him as an authoritative lecturer who held audience interest. I also recalled a joke he made. "Someone will come to me and say...
My name is Sue and I've been married to my husband, Tom, for 10 years, I always thought we had a good marriage. But don't all women? We tend not to look at what we don't want to see. Bury our head in the sand. Don't face facts. Even when the ugly reality is staring straight at us. Our problems started with little things. One night out of the clear blue, he...
You call from work. "I'm taking a couple of the guys out for drinks after work and to the strip club. We'll be coming back to the house afterwards." "Excellent." I reply. I know that when you've been to the club you like me to be ready for whatever you want afterwards. "Jack's coming with is and I've invited him to stay." you tell me. I can hear the inn...
Author's note: this story is a follow-on to the first part "Key Card". Please read that story first for the complete background on this one. Comments are welcome! ------------------------------ It took me almost twenty minutes to extricate myself from the Humbler and chains. I knew that if I didn't move fast there was no way I'd be able to continue holding...
The pressure - the need - was getting too strong for Rina. Long addicted to self bondage, she felt it'd been too long since she'd really challenged herself. At that moment, her wrists were handcuffed in front of her, and she was looking at her nude body in her bedroom's full length mirror. She saw a woman with dark brown hair, which fell straight to just abo...
Tim Brown let out a yell, downshifted to third as the back wheels spun out to the left, he punched the gas, clutched, and threw it into forth. The gravel and stones kicked up from the back tires as the Ford pickup flew down the road, the odometer needle pushing eighty. He had bought the truck on eBay, sight unseen, and had spent the past two weeks tuning it...
"Bye sweetie, see you tonight," Cindy said, then kissed me and walked out the door. I gave her a minute. As soon as I saw her car head down the driveway to meet her girlfriend Melissa for a dinner and a movie, I scrambled down to the basement and retrieved my box of toys. I went to the freezer and from its hiding place in the back I grabbed the water bottle...
Since moving in with my boyfriend, I haven't really been able to practice any self-bondage; don't get me wrong having him around has it's perks, but I have been itching to torture myself for a while. Today I just happen to have the day off while my boyfriend has to work. I rubbed it in by snuggling in our bed naked as he gets ready to go. "You're going to...
"I'm exhausted," I think as I open the garage door with my remote control. It's seven o'clock in the evening, a long day. After the door opens, I edge into the two bay garage attached to my home. Taking my purse from the passenger side seat, I wearily open my car door and start toward the kitchen which is the door from my garage. As soon as I open the door...