The Idea Janette had been a little worried lately. Alan had been busy at work for the past few months and had not been paying her as much attention as she would have liked. She was beginning to feel a little insecure of her own femininity and was wondering if Alan might have a little something on the side. She herself had been busy at the lab recently and d...
Wearing only her birthday suit, felicia stands before the fireplace, watching the flames dance merrily before her. she wonders what Master Ken has in mind as she listens to Him moving around behind her, but does not dare to turn her head to look lest He spank her. Then again, a spanking may be just what she needs about now. But she decides not to tempt f...
You are always so good at making lists, Becca! This is a compliment I hear a lot from colleagues and friends alike. Always meant sincere, it does have a backhanded element to it. It labels me organised, bureaucratic, predictable. Rebecca, the Excel Queen. Rebecca, mind you. Not Bec or Beckie. Not Becca, either. But people are so quick with shortening my na...
The study now fell into complete darkness as my two captors left to relax and have their drinks. Even the tiny pinpricks of light that had penetrated the tightly laced leather hood around my head disappeared. I heard their two sets of already faint footsteps slowly receding along the corridor, each tap of their stiletto heeled boots taking the prospect of my...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
(After Wiley established a source for buying pot in Brownsville, he learns the art of bondage and discipline) * I sat at the red light pondering whether to stay in Texas or move to Georgia. I established a good trade of selling pounds of pot to a few individuals who in turn sold ounces to others. Also, I was delivering my 20 gallons of bootleg whiskey each...
Cheri, Laura, and Gwen were best friends but almost nothing alike. Gwen was aggressive and passionate. She'd competed in gymnastics as a child and still practiced a little for fun and exercise. She also captained the university's debate team and was bound to be a high priced lawyer someday, which got her into trouble when she contradicted her professors a...
I'd had fantasies of bondage all of my life. I often went to the adult bookstores to view the bondage films in the quarter peep shows and buy bondage magazines. The female form in bondage was a complete turn on for me, but I mostly wanted to be the captives I saw in the movies and magazines. I wanted to feel the restraint and total captivity of the bonds. A...
Debbie awoke to find herself naked, and in the dungeon again. It was a warm-looking room unlike what most dungeons looked like. Red painted walls and a wooden floor. Toys of all kinds kept on shelves around the room. There was a bed in the corner. A black four-poster bed modified for all kinds of bondage uses. She tried to move her arms, but found that they...
My story isn't conventional. Nor is it something that is told on a day to day basis in this world of fear and repression. It is a story told with whip and chain. The paper made of flesh, the words prepared with blood. It is a soliloquy of bondage. Bondage of the mind, the flesh and the soul. It is a whisper in the corner of a club, a search on the internet,...