It was a Wednesday, I think, when my boss asked if he could tie me up. Oh get your mind out of the gutter! It wasn't anything like that, nothing kinky, untoward, or inappropriate. See, I work as a secretary for Globe Publishing, the premiere publisher of detective, real-bondage, and escapology magazines for the contemporary, 1963 newsstand market. We don't...
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * "Enjoying yourself?" I asked rhetorically as I entered the room. The heels of my thigh high boots echoed as I confidently strode along the varnished wooden floor. They matched...
Dearest Diana, Your spoiled slave boy arrived Friday night and we're sending him back home a shaken but wiser little bitch. Honestly, how you put up with him I don't know. When he came to me, he did what he was told, but as though it were performance art. He veritably stinks of entitlement and unseriousness, but I can honestly say that in the span of some 4...
Harley was sleeping soundly next to Ivy, and Ivy was sleeping soundly next to her. But even if they were sleeping very, very lightly they wouldn't have heard Bruce as he entered the room. His footfalls were absolutely silent, blending into the whispering sounds of the pipes, the air conditioning, their own breathing. He went to the two women and gently unc...
Amanda turned another page in her Cosmo as she sat in the waiting room, her wedge sandals tapping anxiously against one another as the clock crept closer to her appointment time. It had been a long and stressful couple of weeks since her last visit, and she was really looking forward to today's visit to help unwind. "Ms. Reynolds," the nurse called from the...
(C) 2007 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me through the link below - it makes writing these worthwhile. Kelly pressed a button on the remote control. The carousel slide projector clicked and whirred as it spun around, dropping the next slide into position. H...
I woke up a few weeks later finding Mia and Pet still asleep in her straitjacket as she took a liking to sleeping in it on my chest. I held them close thinking how good my life was not knowing it was still going to get better. Eventually Mia's alarm went off waking both of them and starting our day, Mia starts to get ready for work I sit Pet up to unstrap he...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
I took a deep breath. The first week of the job was always the most stressful. But it was something, at least. All I had to do was process people. Nothing more, nothing less. I tie them up and lock them way in a cell. Easy work, right? Well other than the occasional brute, it was. Other than that, the crazies were usually the same. Grabbing a white drawstri...
"This is so good, Cope" said Nora Price to F.X. Copeland, the Craftsman of the PainCafe's Dungeonopolis Gift Shop. "I've heard such good things about the FunSack from my friends Celestine and Francie." "It's such a success here in town." Cope grinned as he dropped the small envelope of crickets and red ants into the wire Trouble FunSack. "Yeah. Their hu...