Detention On my way to detention I was getting well acquainted with the nooks and crannies of the ground floor of Sandler Finishing School. Mainly due to being shoved into most of them while one of the guards pawed and grabbed at me every chance he got. My breasts and thighs already showed small bruises from his fingers. My panties were wedged between my ne...
My Dear Mistress Diana, I write to you from an old fashioned cage of thick iron bars, wide enough to sleep in if I'm partially curled or if I'm on my back and have my legs propped up on the bars, tall enough that I can stand, but with only several inches to spare. Samantha tells me it was designed to transport zoo animals early in the last century. "You're...
Stephanie had been watching the girl in the straitjacket for almost a half-hour, and she was beginning to grow concerned. The girl was securely, very securely, bound and gagged, and didn't seem to be having any luck in freeing herself, squirming and thrashing periodically before seemingly resigning herself to her helpless fate. Stephanie wasn't sure how the...
(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...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter begins a sequel to "Mistress Kathy's Academy" and is the eighth chapter in the overall series. An excerpt from Adam's Sub Journal: May 9 First, notice that I'm calling this a "sub journal" instead of a slave journal. Being a sub sounds more like a choice than an obligation. BDSM has always been a fascination of mine, and being...
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...
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...