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Zipties

by Consort_to_the_Empress on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The fact Joe took his nap nude was ideal, but the key to the whole plan, was big thick, ½ inch wide zip-ties. The chains with manacles had already been fastened securely to the centre of the headboard and foot-board of the bed... Joe thought they were for me but Susan and I had it all worked out. Sneaking up on a (hopefully) unsuspecting dominant is nerve-...

Prison Redefined Ch. 02

by sfsdada on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

They had been driving for at least 40 minutes before they came to a stop. Juliet and Lily remained silent as Katie struggled against everything once in a while. Juliet was almost crying. This was utterly humiliating and since all three of them were there for an exchange student program, they had no family to immediately contact. She wanted to seek out the em...

Help Needed Ch. 01

by WolfPrincess on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

She'd been writing about vampires, werewanimals, and other fantasy creatures for about three years under a male pen name. The only problem was, if you were smart enough, you could figure it out and realize it was her. Samy R. Weaver or Rida S.Reaw, as her fans know her, was just getting ready to graduate high school and head off to college. She was too smart...

Travelling in Style

by obsidiandescent on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

When she walked into the otherwise deserted car park he was already there. The watery late autumn sun had yet to produce the usual trickle of dog walkers so there was only the birdsong to accompany the distant hum of the main road behind the trees. He had reversed his car into the corner up against the hedge line and was standing near the back of the open bo...

Submissive in Black Pt. 03

by Scarredheartangel on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

The following morning... Lauren woke up to find herself alone in bed. She could hear her master pottering around in a cupboard in the hallway, but didn't move. She knew that if he wanted her - in any sense of the word - he would call for her. Minutes later he re-entered the room. He was carrying a blindfold she was all too familiar with and a bottle of mas...

Lexy and Angelo in Meatspace

by alexandria_lee on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Google voice transcript: "Hey babe, how are you?" "Well, really, I feel kind of sad...I fwded you that email from A..., he was basically saying goodbye and good luck, right? And it sounds like his life sucks..." "Yeah, his LIFE does suck, he travels to avoid the bruja, the witch, as he calls her. Most people are not as lucky as we are, my dear... That was...

Belted, Branded, Subjugated

by BurningSilk on Feb 12, 2019
BDSM

As a modern woman and slave owner, I take my responsibilities seriously. I treat my slave well and never subject him to unnecessary punishment or abuse. All I require from him is total submission and obedience. When I first met the man I would enslave, I made it clear that the first requirement for any relationship between us was his agreement to being kept...

A Death in Montauk

by Bebop3 on Mar 11, 2019
Non-Erotic

Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced Shivahn. The character is often called Shiv by friends and family and Daisy by her husband, niece and nephew. A Death in Montauk Orlando Kimber wiped his feet on the doormat three times before using his key to enter his home. Closing the door behind him, he opened it a few inches, closed it again and repeated the...

Couples Chamber

by StoneKidman on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

Authors note: I'm not sure if I wrote this or not, it bears all my trademarks; horrible exposition, cliche porn star bodies, and a one sided beatdown with light cuckoldry. Either way, once you get past the clunky rules it's still a short, fun read. It was Saturday night at 8 o'clock and the first two matches were mixed couples tag team. Greg and Daisy...

The Birdcage

by 4ofSwords on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Friday, October 30. 9:30ish. I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake. I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on the bartop before me. It was the last of my third, which was really more th...