My mind was in a whirl. There I stood, without a stitch of clothing. My arms were stretched high above my head; the chain from my shackles looped over the hook on the wall. The key to the shackles was still well out of my reach. Helpless, defenseless, and Susan standing so close I could feel her breath on my body! I was deeply embarrassed to be caught in t...
Okay, so maybe I went too far. I was so excited by experimenting with my new shackles, that I kept making it more and more difficult for me to free myself. I set up an area in the basement for this purpose. It looked innocent enough – merely a small but strong hook in the wall that was hardly noticeable, and a stack of books on the floor. When I was home al...
I am in front of the computer, looking for work and doing some more mundane tasks (ie perving Fetlife). I am getting hotter by the minute. I am getting wetter by the minute. I imagine the feel of the rope on my skin, holding my hands behind my back, securely, unable to escape. I imagine the feel of the rope going across my body, above my breasts and belo...
Zara shook herself. A few minutes or hours had passed—she did not know which—while she crouched in the belly of this prison in a dream-like stupor. She clambered to her feet, her reverie broken now, although images of General Tarsus still flickered in her mind. Perhaps it was because of Tarsus that the whole of Minostaur was not already torn to bits with sea...
When I woke up this morning, I had no idea what you had in store for me. I didn't know this would turn out to be one of the most exciting days of my life. The day started out as usual. After I finished all the chores you set for me, I took a long, hot shower and shaved, making sure I was smooth and soft everywhere except for a small strip just above my sli...
It won't make any sense if you don't read the previous chapters. Just sayin'. * I was tired, very tired when the alarm woke me up the next morning. My husband John woke up with morning wood but much to my dismay didn't use it on me. I was willing but it would require a direct order from him or my Master for me to initiate any sex acts. He took a shower, go...
In Faith Hill's dressing room she decided that it was time to put the interview to an end. "I'm getting bored," Faith stated. "What would you like to do now?" I asked. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Faith asked. "Yes," I replied. "Good, I'm married so we won;t be cheating when we do this," Faith smiled at me. At this point I was getting confused. "I wan...
She could be anyone really, but in the dark parts of my imagination I know who she is supposed to be. Emma woke up early; she had been looking forward to this day without commitments for some time. AND she had a plan. Over the past weeks she had been developing an interest in bondage, particularly self-bondage, and now she had the opportunity to try it out...
The first thing I have to point out about this story is that it is complete fiction. The mechanism, the massage shop and the massage ladies described in this story are entirely figments of my imagination, so please don't ask me where you can get this experience. I don't think it exists in the 'real world'. As usual this is my original work and I reserve all...
Why'd They fix my makeup and hair now and why like this? I'm having a good time dancing. I keep hoping another of the Dommes that occasionally walk by will like me and want me. I make sure to slide my hands down my body, fondle my tits, roll my hips around when a cute Mistress stops to watch me. The ones that look cruel and strict in their tight leathers ge...