This was the second time I'd been hogtied that evening. First time was on the bed. This time I was lying on my stomach on the floor. Wrists tied closely to my ankles which were tied to a harness around my chest. I was gagged and hooded and enclosed in darkness. My mouth and arse burnt with the fire of hot chilies, pushing waves of discomfort into my stomach....
This story is full of degrading and humiliating fantasies. Unless you enjoy a seriously degrading and disgusting theme, I strongly suggest that you do not read this story. * Wednesday. Sir. The next morning, I awoke at about 9am. I had booked the week off, just to spend with the slut I now have tied over the chair. Her dream is to be treated like a toy,...
A distant place, elevated. A remote, craggy area of the Lesotho highlands. Summer is drawing to an end, and the first chill winds of early autumn are beginning to be felt. It is late evening. From the green, impossibly wild peaks, which appear as if titans have ploughed furrows into them, it seems as though an artist with otherworldly power has slashed grea...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Story so far: Paul, driving a back road on Romney Marsh at night,...
ONE "I'm going to destroy you," he whispered in her ear and the muscles in her pussy clenched around his fingers as they slowly worked in and out of her slippery warmth. He nipped at her ear, and she moaned into the packing filling her mouth and held in place with tight black electrical tape. His other hand slapped her tied tits, adding another shade of red...
Mandy returned home later than expected. The photo shoot had gone longer than she thought it would. For good reason to. Arron the photographer had seen her other modelling work and wanted her to model for him. Mandy had done some nude modelling before for a local artist, whose work went on display. That was where Arron had seen her. He had contacted her and...
Thank You to those who have emailed. Your support and interest keeps Me writing. If you wish to chat, please leave your email, as a lot of people who leave feedback sound really interesting... for those idiots who complain about My choice of genre, please grow up - a clear warning was posted at the beginning of chapter one. so its your problem for continuin...
PROLOG: Sherry and I had lived together about a year when I arranged this little surprise for her. Everything done with her came from both a composite of some of the fantasies she talked about "wishing to try" and personal knowledge of her desires from our many sexcapades. * * * * * In Sherry's words: One night sometime past midnight, I was suddenly awok...
As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I'm pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit....
I have been interested in bondage for as long as I can remember. I can remember back to when I was just 6 or 7 and tying up my grandmother with string. When she would get home from work and after supper, she would sit on the couch and let me tie her. She always had a dress on and nylons. I guess that is were I got my love for nylon clad legs too. As I got o...