A/N: Regardless of the choices and paths you choose, there are no dead ends in this story. I’ve linked certain chapters in each storyline so that the story progresses accordingly and one path isn’t incredibly short. If you reach the point where it says there are no more chapters left, it means that you’ve caught up with my writing and check back later for up...
Chapter 6 - The Plan Jack spent the next few days finalising the user details of all system operatives. It was an arduous task, but a necessary one. After all, with his system admin privileges he could easily keep an eye on the goings on with the staff members accounts. The account which was of particular interest was Miss Sharps. Jack noticed that Miss Sha...
I stood naked in the iron cage in the living room. My wrists cuffed to the heavy black bars above my head. Two maids—real Thai maids, not Mistresses—went about their business. What did they think of this? I could not tell. They would occasionally give me a curious glance, but spoke only to themselves in whispers. My wait was longer than usual, but eventuall...
The phone in my office rang at about 2pm. It was usually a quiet part of my day in my job as Guest Relations Director at the high end luxury hotel I work for. "Ryan. We need you down here in the banquet room ASAP. We have a situation." It was our day shift manager -- Liz -- on the other end of the line. "What's wrong?" I asked. "One of the speakers at t...
The following is the second part of a transcript of an interview I conducted with a female who contacted me after reading some of my work on the subject of foot fetishism. She told me she wanted to share her frank and explicit experiences of foot sex and that there would be no question too shocking for her to answer. My subject insisted that her real name...
This is a work of fiction. The relationships portrayed in this story are also a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person is purely coincidental. Names are removed due to the sensitive nature of the text. Preface I've always had a thing for authority. Any authority will do: police officers, teachers, popes, et cetera. This kink is the quiet passenger...
With lots of time to dwell on a recently failed relationship and a love-life with little direction, Claudia inadvertently falls into perversions of scat persuasion. While allowing herself to get carried away in her newfound dark fetish, she finds her limits challenged when she reaches out to the scat world for someone to help fulfill her fantasy. * Part 1...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...
Fetish and bondage modelling is something, I've always thought about and now I've decided to take it up. It compliments my escorting, and it's a Muslim friend of mine who encouraged me to take it up. Zayna, is dark skinned, dark haired and green-eyed British-Pakistani girl who has been doing fetish and bondage modelling for a while. She introduced me to litt...
Prologue I am groggy. I open my eyes and I do not know where I am. The room I am lying in is white. I am on a hospital bed, or gurney, and everything around me is white white. My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I try to move, but I can't. Nothing is responding. Not my arms, not my hands, not my legs. I fear I am paralyzed. I try to speak, but t...