I imagined this story in the last days, but I'm not sure if I will continue it. It will depend on your feedbacks. Calixte, thank you for your review on this part. Enjoy the reading. =============================== Part 1 Glancing to the wall clock, Lady Katherine Spencer was startled to notice that it was already 10:30 AM, time for her daily appointm...
One evening my husband Tom asked if he could tie me naked to the kitchen table and fuck me. It seemed a bit silly but if that would make him happy, I didn't mind. He stripped me naked, blindfolded me and put a gag around my mouth. Bent me forward across the table, spread my legs wide and tied each ankle to a table leg. I was lying across the table with my ar...
He wanted to join The Club. Heaven knows how he found out about our rather kinky activities, but he had, and he wanted in. His qualifications were weak, to say the least. Lots and lots of fantasies, very little reality. He wanted to become initiated and participate as an active member. I knew the kind. He had experienced some light bondage, usually while ge...
Chapter 2. Therapists and trainers (or Daisy unable to obey) Marjorie woke up and it was still dark...what a nightmare she had had. The image of her naked body being whipped in front of men staring at her, the impotence, the humiliation. She was relieved it had all been a dream....until she couldn't separate her wrists. She tried to incorporate herself usin...
Author's Note: This story is a tribute to John Willie and the bondage stories that he wrote and illustrated back in the 1950s and 60s. Sadly, John Willie died back in 1962; however his contributions to the world of BDSM have made a huge impact on bondage enthusiasts decades after his death. Submissive Gwendoline and dominant Agent U-69 are role-models for ma...
What an Easter break. One of the motorcyclists from our story The Fuel Stop had emailed me to say there was a run to the coast over the Easter break, and did Chas and myself want to join them, me especially. I replied saying we would love to go as it was some time since Chas had been for a long ride on his bike, and I added that I was ready for a good ride...
OCTOBER—It started raining some time during Intro to Art History. Kira had been at Harkness College for six weeks and for six weeks it had rained every day in the late afternoon. Or if not exactly rain every day, then something, a pervasive dampness, or a cool mist that floated down and beaded on her eyelashes. Art history was taught in an annex off the mus...
Author's note: Dreamers Come Play is an alternate universe. Stories set in it may incorporate touches of magical realism, blurred dreams, and other unexplained phenomenon. This story could have been in Bondage or Exhibitionist. Alcohol and cannabis use. These are fictitious events, by fictitious characters, in a very fictitious universe. All events depi...
I lay there, finally living out one of my fantasies. I was tied to the bed wearing only a satin scarf around my head, used as a blindfold. The ropes were pulled tight, the knots a little tighter than they should have been. They hurt but since I had been pestering my boyfriend, Jake, to do this to me for a while now, I knew better than to complain. He had don...
I lay there, finally living out one of my fantasies. I was tied to the bed wearing only a satin scarf around my head, used as a blindfold. The ropes were pulled tight, the knots a little tighter than they should have been. They hurt but since I had been pestering my boyfriend, Jake, to do this to me for a while now, I knew better than to complain. He had don...