Gretchen had promised me that if I lost my bet in regards to my sister, that I'd be whipped with an Australian stock whip. And since I lost that bet and since Gretchen isn't the sort to let me wriggle out of anything, I soon found myself in the basement, naked and tied to a bondage device that Gretchen called a torture tower. Now, the way Gretchen had me bo...
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...
I delighted in submitting to April. Her dominance over me sends my blood raising. And I couldn't be much more submissive than I am right now. Utterly naked, my wrists bound behind my back, my poor bottom still sore and stinging from two recent spankings, kneeling in front of April and performing cunnilingus on her while her mother, my former track-coach and...
I was naked, my legs were spread indecently far apart and my bottom was pushed out towards Doctor Riemen. This would have been quite humiliating all by itself, however Doctor Riemen increased my mortification by spearing my asshole with her fingers and probing deep and mercilessly into my anus. "Now Gwendoline, I am going to ask you some questions," Doctor...
I couldn't help but think that Scarlett looked helpless and fetching as she was surrounded by uniformed security guards. She squirmed and got a distressed look on her face. Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back. Being bound in this fashion meant that her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts were thrust forward. It made her look more vulnera...
April seemed to be determined to add more people to the list of those who could punish and humiliate me, or at least to add to the list of people who were welcome to witness my humiliations. April had invited me over to her house for dinner and I drove there immediately after getting off work. When I arrived at her home, the door was answered by her mother....
The next time I woke up it was 6:59 a.m. I was lying naked in bed, and there was still a stainless-steel shackle locked tightly on my ankle. April and her mother were both standing above me, wearing identical bathrobes. "So, what did you think of my slave?" April asked her mother. "She was incredible," her mother replied, smiling, "Thanks for sharing her w...
Ms. Cuthbert was a single mom in her late thirties of early forties, and she lived in a single-family home in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. She wasn't the sort of woman that you'd think of when you thought of a stern mistress doling out harsh punishments to her teenage, lesbian slave-girl. But, life is filled with surprising anomalies. Natalie Cut...
Being a slave-girl is emotionally and physically exhausting. After three days of being used as a naked plaything by twelve different women, I was spent. April and Stefania loaded me into the car, and I passed out from fatigue long before we ever got home. I'm not even sure how I got into the house. When I awoke, I was lying in April's bed with no memory of...
Another agonizing wave of desire passed through me as Kat's probing fingers delved deep into my vagina, exploring my innermost recesses and causing my sex to throb with urgent, hungry spasms. I gasped and whimpered as Kat fingered my pussy and drove my levels of desire and sexual need ever higher, making my loins throb with an urgent, ravenous hunger. "K...