I seriously get off on the idea of being tied up. I'm not into master and slave role-play and I don't get off on pain or degradation. Being physically restrained by someone I trust and am attracted to though, having to surrender complete control while I am tormented and teased, does it for me. Secure restraints I can struggle against, knowing I can't escap...
Writing scenes on the surface of an alien planet presents 2 odd challenges. First, the time of day at a given point on the planet will not be the same time as aboard ship. Second, the planet almost certainly has a day that is not 24 hours long. I chose to deal with this problem by describing the time of day in reference to the equivalent time of day on earth...
You are on your knees, bound at the ankles. Your arms are behind you, bound at the wrists. A bit is placed in your mouth, and fastened to the back of your collar. A blindfold cuts out all light. Also attached to the collar is a restraint that extends down your back, connecting your wrists and ankles. This secures them and keeps your head pulled back. You hav...
When I woke up I thought for a second that I was in a hospital - an operating room, perhaps, because all around me was clean and blinding white - white walls, white ceiling, and from what I could see from the table I was lying down on, white tile floor. I was naked and felt drowsy, heavy, and drugged. The cool metal pressed against my back sent tingles up an...
I swallow past my nerves. A deep breath, my stomach expanding, pressing against my thighs. I move a little, spreading my knees, my thighs, wider. The new angle taking the pressure off my hips, letting the natural arch of my lower back exaggerate. Under my fingertips and palms I feel the swell of my arse as my muscles flex and shift. Everything, everything fe...
*Author note: this is a slow build story focussing on plot, world building, and battle to begin with. More sexual elements and kinks will follow, but those looking for a quickie may want to browse elsewhere. Hope you enjoy the story! X * The steady beat of drums is fading, drowned out by more and more of the hateful droning of orc and gnomish war horns. Your...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
This story is about my conversion from a cross dressing sissy to submissive transformed slut owned by Mistress Rebecca George. All characters are over 18. Having been to the beautician for a full body and face wax I check into the hotel to prepare. The suite consists of a large living room and a comfortable bedroom with a large bathroom. The bedroom has a...
It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of bein...
The farmer could hear them coming. The thunderous claps of hundreds of hooves against the arid ground always signaled their inevitable arrival. The wooden house, although sturdy, shook as the sounds grew in intensity. The beams trembled; throwing dust down from the ceiling, and onto the four figures huddled against the wall facing the door. The farmer held...