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Caught, Tormented and Used Ch. 01

by Uno08330 on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

The following is a fictional story. This my first attempt at writing so please forgive the poor skills. ***** Caught by friend and tormented This is a story as to how I was caught by a friend wearing high heel boots and in self bondage. Everyone has their own ways to relax and destress. Mine lean towards the kinky side. I have a huge fetish for high hee...

The Natural Slave Ch. 01

by MasterKGray on Jun 1, 2020
BDSM

Chapter 1 - Introduction to Bondage Tawny was a young woman of 28 years of age. It seemed like all of her friends had gotten married or found the right guy but she was still searching. It wasn't that she hadn't found some nice men or that she wasn't attracted to them, she just hadn't found the right one. She figured that when she found the right man the sex...

Celebrity Bondage

by Grimm05 on Feb 21, 2021
BDSM

Female Celebrities both past and present have found themselves in a state of bondage. Who has done this to them? Was it of their own accord or the will of others? Is some higher being responsible for the celebrity’s current state of restraint or perhaps there is a supernatural aspect was involved? Are they the captive of some perverted wish made by a horny f...

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Getting the GED Ch. 05 and Epilogue

by turo69 on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Poor Bob Tucker, laying spread-eagled, unknowingly, on his own bed. Incapable of movement, sight or sound except at the whims of his captors. There were several of them, he deduced, from the hands he felt on his abused body. At least two were women, Rosa and someone else. Someone who had no qualms about roughing him up, using him at her will. But who and why...

Justine

by kurtknout on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Justine: FIRST BONDAGE * ONE Justine paused at the door of the shingled Berkeley house--built in the twenties, probably; mature pine trees, slightly unkempt landscaping like all the others on this residential block--ordinary, charmingly seedy. So why was she standing here, sweating slightly, so reluctant to ring the doorbell? Twenty nine, an associate pro...

Submissive's Journey 20

by mollycactus on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

I am not a pain slut. I want to make that perfectly clear from the start. I am not one of those people that seeks pain. I am certainly not one of those people that likes to have hooks inserted into my flesh, so that I can derive strange pleasure by being suspended by them. If people want to do that, that is their choice, and as long as I don't have to wat...

Dental Anguish To Pleasure

by ditto79 on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Being a collared slave means that my Master knows everything about me ... Girl hates going to the dentist and gets herself all worked up prior to walking into the door. This short story is about Sir's slave and a dental appointment to have a molar prepared for a new crown. As we all know, dental work means several needles, chalkboard-screeching noise from...

Short stories and other tales

by Mr_anderson on Apr 22, 2025

I wanted to make a story where I wasn't bound to any premise, so I created this one. Every path bellow is a different story, a different context or universe. Most of them will be one or two chapters long.What's next? Caged lust (chastity) Marked (slutification) The closests friends (unbirth)...

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Whipping Machine

by BoundBalls on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

I had been waiting for months for an opportunity to try my new contraption out. Let me back up a little. I am what you would consider a bondage addict. I have always thought of it as being taboo thoughts so I am about as much a closet bondage addict as one can get. For years I would buy adult magazines and have to go to really sleaze places to find what I...

Premonition?

by WFEATHER on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Horror

I dreamed that I was hiking through a mountain forest, the descending fog thickening so that it was difficult to see more than perhaps ten yards ahead. The taste of the fog was slightly acrid on my tongue, its scent unnaturally sharp, its feel similar to a fine mist. Yet I trudged ever onward, turning left at the switchback to continue the upward trek. Aft...