Posts Tagged ‘bondage’
Ed Kilpatrick’s – The Lodger
Setting the scene: My name is David Jones and I'm from Glasgow in west central Sctoland. I turned 40 this year and while still single after a nasty divorce a few years ago, I've enjoyed the last year of freedom as my career has taken off in the right direction. I'm an IT consultant and while that will sound boring to so many people, it is still a relatively well paid job and has allowed me to travel. For the last year, I've spent quite a lot of time travelling between my employer's European offices but with my recent promotion to VP, head of product release, I was asked last month if I would take a temporary assignment to our corporate HQ just north of Chicago in a place called, Evanston on the shores of Lake Michigan. While I'd made many trips to our corporate HQ, I had never spent longer than a few weeks in the US and therefore a year was going to be a whole new ball game! I accepted the assignment in late October 2009 and made arrangements to have my house to be looked after by a family member for the period I was away. I didn't like the idea of renting out my house, even though the money would have been a welcome bonus. Instead I opted to take a fully expensed package, where I was still paid in the UK but would spend the next twelve months in Illinois. My employer managed to obtain the visa needed so in early November, I left the early days of winter in the UK for a much colder winter in the mid west (USA). I spent the first two weeks living out of a suitcase in one of [...]
Super Bowl Torment
My name is Allura and the following is a journal entry that i wrote almost a year ago. i am owned and have been with my Master for about 2 years now. i am required by contract to keep a detailed, written account of any activities or punishments that my Master deems significant and wishes to recall. Master will read my journal regularly and check it for spelling and grammatical errors when He is in a particularly vicious mood and is looking for reasons to punish me; not that He ever needs a reason at all. When He goes away on business trips, Master takes my journal along as comfort and for His sheer pleasure. There have even been times when i am made to stand at “attention” in the middle of the room while my Master reads my very personal journal entries to his friends in order to humiliate me. At times, Master will read old entries aloud while i masturbate when He is in the mood to “play.” With Master Bill’s permission, i am sharing this punishment with you. Anything that is in parenthesis was added solely for your benefit and was not originally in my journal entry. February 1, 2009 This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather [...]
Miss Amy – M.B.A.
I met Amy in business school. We were in the same class and the same study group. It was an intense, pressure-filled two-year program. Adding to the pain was the fact that our class was 70% men. Needless to say, women were hot commodities. And Amy was the hottest commodity of all. The best way to summarize Amy was to say that she was a sophisticated and well-bred young woman. Everything about Amy was petite except her hips. Amy was just over five feet tall. She almost always wore high heels. Her body was quite slender and feminine. Everything about Amy was feminine. By that I mean her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were all narrow. She had a pointy chin and a pointier nose. Her head was quite small, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long brown hair. It was obvious she spent a good amount of time on her hair; the highlights of lighter colors were flawless. She had long eyelashes and never, ever was seen at B-school without makeup on. Most girls with this sort of physique tend to be lacking in the breast department but Amy had a nice firm set of beautifully developed Cs. Amy had a snappy personality. I wouldn't say she was particularly vocal, but she wasn't quiet either. Her views on business weren't exactly brilliant, but she never said anything stupid. Her comments were usually well measured. She was the type of student who stayed within herself but projected confidence when forced to stand in front of [...]
Leslie`s adventure
Part 1. Tired after a long day of school, Leslie returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school - freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work. 22, single, with a few friends and a student income, Leslie pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be? Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Leslie never considered herself extraordinary - just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking.... getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Leslie was quite happy to stay at home and relax. Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home - no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much - guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability.... or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Leslie saw a phone number.... from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test. (more...)
Marti’s weekend
She had found the ropes and the magazines by accident. They were hidden under Art’s bed, along with magazines of naked girls The girlie mags didn’t interest her half as much as these did. Where Art had got them from, heavens only knew. But it was easy to see why they were hidden. As she flicked through them, she felt something strange happen. She was actually getting incredibly turned on. She had no idea why, but it was a fact. It wasn’t the girls. They did nothing for her, but the ropes the girls were in. that was what did it for her. For four weeks she waited until Art went out with his mates to the pub, then she would sneak in his room, get the mags, and leaf through them, imagining it was her tied up and helpless. Every time, she found her fingers under her skirt, stroking her pussy through the thin material of her knickers. She simply couldn’t help herself. And the more helpless she thought she was, the more intense her orgasm. Once, she had almost been caught out. Art had arrived back from the pub early, and she had to rush into his room, and get the mags back under his bed before he came upstairs. She only just made it in time, out of breath, both from running, and from the orgasm she had back in her room, at the thought of Art catching her with them, and tying her up as punishment. She started searching the internet in the safety of her own room. Similar pictures were easy to find, and she spent hours looking at them, her hand a permanent fixture up [...]
The Check Up
Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine! Putting her handbag into the boot Suzzanne pressed the key fob twice and the indicators flashed twice and there was an audible clunk as the car locked, she turned and walked across the car park to wards the brightly lit back door to the dental surgery. As she walked she looked up, the sky was clear and darkening, a few stars were appearing and there was a definite chill in the air. Cars passed the entrance to the car park but hers was the only car visible and there was no one about. Opening the heavy door she was met by a wall of warm air and she squinted as the bright light hit her eyes. Suzzanne crossed the waiting room to the reception desk, behind the desk sat a young woman, filing her well manicured nails, and she looked up at Suzzanne and continued to chew her gum. “Hi, Miss Midsummer, I’m here for my quarter to five appointment”. The woman looked down and tapped on her keyboard, after a few seconds, she answered, “yes I’ve got you here, last appointment today, take a seat please”. Suzzanne turned, the waiting room was empty, and she walked towards the seat [...]
Brothers and Sisters: A Revised Episode
Page 1. More than half an hour had passed since the last of her daughter's whimpering had subsided which was an hour after her screams were at their fiercest. I finally permitted her mother, Nora, to stand outside the unlocked bathroom door where Kitty hid inside. Hid inside from any further abuse from me, their kidnapper and her earlier tormentor. Nora knocked ever so softly. 'Kitty. Kitty, it's your mother. I want you to come out.' There was complete silence as we both waited for a response, me in heightened anticipation. Such mother daughter moments were precious and irreplaceable. Nora knocked slightly louder and faster. 'Kitty, please come out. Come out or I'll come in instead.' Kitty objected quickly. 'No, Mom, no. Don't come in.' 'Why? Why not sweetheart? Why?' 'Please Mom, please, because, because I don't want you to see me. Not this way. Is he still out there? Is he out there with you? I don't want you to see what he did to me.' Nora directed her mother's instinctive fury my way. 'You bastard. What did you do to my daughter? How did you make her scream? You filthy bastard. What did you do to her? Why doesn't she want me to see her?' I was prepared for her anger, for her resistance, in that I had my trusty twenty-two pistol in hand, the one I'd used to kidnap them with several hours earlier and two hundred miles removed. I'd grabbed them in the underground parking garage of a swanky hotel where they were attending a benefit for Lymphoma, a form [...]
Jane and Carol at the Great Slave Hunt
Chapter ONE “You'll enjoy it so much, Jane,” Carol told her enthusiastically. “Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!” Jane was dubious. Her cousin's proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect stirred. Carol laughed at her. She knew very well what was troubling Jane. A veteran of several BDSM Club events, she herself had once shared the same reservations. “It isn't at all what you may think, dear!” she said earnestly. “Take it from me, BDSM Clubs are extremely tough on anything sexual; they're positively Puritanical on the point. No-one, particularly a woman, will be subject to any sexual innuendo even, or anything of that kind! And, don't forget, this will be a Femdom event; the men present will all be slaves and well under the control of their Mistresses. And also, we'll be there in animal roles, and these people are very experienced in letting people play their parts; they will think of us purely as animals; attractive and graceful animals perhaps” (she chuckled) “but animals just the same!” (more...)