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I had just turned onto the highway after leaving my doctor's place when the SUV behind me started honking their horn, flashing their lights and waving out their windows. It looked like there were two people in the car and I thought that maybe something was wrong with the rear end of my truck so I slowed down, pulled over into a convenient parking lot and stopped; they followed me in and stopped behind me. I got out and went to the back of my truck and heard 'Billie, I recognized your truck. What are you doi...

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Life, for Jill, settles into a routine, including her regular Tennis day. Enjoy.
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After letting Jill rest for about an hour, Helen took one of her new creations down to the cell. It had only taken her a few minutes with the equipment at Schwartz Iron Works to make a full body chain that worked with the cu...

At work on Thursday, I'm possessed with a focus I haven't had in some time. I keep my thoughts just on work, because I know I have all evening to make my plans. That night I go and do some shopping, getting some things I will need for the next night.
Friday was a different story. Fortunately I had done so much the day before because I could not focus, I just kept thinking about the past few days and what was in store tonight....

Deep Down in the Depths of Servitude
Forward
When the paths of a strong and practiced BDSM Dominant and an adventurous and willing but green submissive collide, the result can be a fantastic and wild playdate, but it can also turn into a challenging, risky, and reckless one. Some would call what I allowed to be done to me as outright stupid. They are probably right. What follows is a journal transcribed into story style that details a five-day 'submissive rental' from my part-time best friend, part-ti...

Chapter 3 -- Romano Pain Games
The night sky was sparkling with the stars, Sarah's face illuminated by the soft lights sounding her and Antoni. Her long white dress was perfect for a bride standing next to her husband to be in a black suit. She smiled widely overjoyed to finally marry Antoni repeating the official's words. "I. Sarah Bhali. Take Antoni Romano as my Husband."...

Chapter Six
The abrupt and noisy rattling of her cell bars awoke Emilia and she started, eyes opening and taking in her unfamiliar surroundings as memories flooded back into her brain. She swivelled her head and saw the other girls kneeling down and then bending forward, breasts swaying gracefully, as they ate their breakfast then lapped up water from another bowl. She saw her own dish placed by her mattress and she sniffed at the contents then started to eat the thick porridge as she realised that she w...

Notes to reader:
I went with BDSM, but please note there is also a fantasy element. If Vampires turn you off, look away now!
You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green.
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Ana filled her lungs with icy air and smiled. The mountains were clear, fresh, and bright. Finally the snow had stopped and was already melting in the delayed spring sun....

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, some details described in this story can be seen as extreme body modification. If body modification, tattooing and piercing isn't your thing, please choose another story.
Chapter I:
My wife, Sally, and I had been trying for many years to have a child, after many IVF sessions we had decided that if we were unsuccessful by the time she was 40, then we would have to accept that it wasn't going to happen for us and never mention it again....

A sudden round of applause made Vespa jerk her head up and she found that the wooden door which had been hidden behind the curtain had swung open and a massive black man clad in a pair of dungarees was stepping through. A mask covered his face and he was carrying a heavy, metal toolbox which he set down beside the table, making her jump as it clanked loudly on the floor. Her fear edged up several notches as she looked into his dark eyes and then he turned away and opened the box which was just out of her vi...

CHAPTER 18: THE SPOILS OF VICTORY
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After the match between the Caballeras Azuls and the Jaguars, Don Hernan threw a party on the lawn beside the Hacienda.
This was intended to be a relaxed affair; champagne and an elegant buffet served by waitresses wearing nothing more than toe boots and steel collars. However, there was a definite undercurrent of tension as a result of the home team's defeat....

Chapter 10
Her waist was strapped to a lumbar support, holding her erect. She could feel straps on her head holding it to some sort of head rest. Her throat was surrounded by a very snug padded strap holding it to the head rest. She wasn't uncomfortable, considering her predicament.
As she sat, she wondered just what was happening to her. She wasn't in any pain, actually she was quite comfortable. Granted she had dildoes in her ass and pussy, but they weren't any larger than the ones she had used, or ...

My wife, Suzanne, was always shy about attending a sex club until she reached her 50s when suddenly her sex drive increased rapidly and surpassed anything I could do to satisfy. We had started to watch more porn, not exactly pushing the boat out, I admit, but she had never previously been interested. One of the movies we watched and kept returning to involved a couple at a sex club. Jokingly, after about the tenth viewing, Suzanne asked, 'Why don't we give that a try? What can we lose?' I ignored her; it wa...

Then she said,
"If you want to come, you must let me whip your cock and balls."
I smiled and told her "Pleasure has a high price with you."
"Oh, you have no idea", she replied with a smile, then she looked at me and asked: "So, are you in?". I smiled back and confirmed, "I'm in." She stood up and got some cloths to tie me up. She had me lie face down on her bed, my hands tied behind my back, my ankles and calves tied together....

Sometimes you just need to take a break from the stresses of the week. Tori knew this all too well. She knew the BEST way to relax...
... chilling in the sun with an ice-cold mixed drink and a shiny black string bikini.
Lounging at the pool in her backyard, she could feel the cool breeze as her mind wandered. After long days at work, she needed the quiet....

Breathe
Saturday, 8:38 PM
"Farah. Take your clothes off. Slowly."
She'd anticipated this. Three hours earlier, preparing herself for her Dark Prince, she took meticulous care to clean and exfoliate her entire body, scrubbing places she knew he might linger with his hands or mouth. She oiled her skin and chose her perfume carefully knowing that her smell would sear a memory for them both - Hermès Le Jardin de Monsieur....

Chapter 6: The Ritual of Ownership
"Touch has a memory."
-- John Keats
He was never formally invited to move in. He just did and I allowed it.
That was how our relationship often worked. We didn't negotiate or define. We understood. It was an instinctive rhythm between us--a current we both felt, even in silence....

Charlotte only vaguely remembered getting home though as the day wore on, her memory came back to her. Someone had put her limp naked body in the back of a car and driven her to her apartment. She gingerly walked to the bathroom to survey the damage.
In the mirror, she was startled by what she saw. Her breasts had fingerprint sized bruises on them. Her pussy was swollen and red. Some one had written in pen just above her blond triangle, "cum dumpster."...

Author's Note: This is a shortish little piece I wrote largely for my own amusement. For some reason, an image got stuck in my mind of a door opening to reveal a bound woman impaled on a dildo pole, and I wanted to write a story around how she might have gotten into such a predicament. The woman-as-poker-prize theme is hardly original, but I wanted to see what I could do with my own take on it. I hope you find it as amusing to read as it was to write....

I met Cheri when she was about to graduate high school, I had graduated two years prior. Although I was pals with her cousins, I'd never actually met her; however, I had heard a few guys talk about her.
Cheri was a gorgeous girl with the looks of a beautiful gypsy. Long, thick, wavy, dark-brunette hair with auburn highlights, green eyes and a firm, shapely body. At a much later time she said her grandparents were from Romania so she really was a Gypsy. Her eyes and smile would pull a man to her with a pr...

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Content Warning: Under BDSM, the elements of Domination/submission, impact play and verbal degradation/humiliation is explicitly and graphically written here. Readers' discretion are adviced.
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Chapter 9
Mike's lazy strokes sank into my cunt soon after and began to thrust in rhythm. At first, it was the ordinary two fingers, but when he said I'd opened wider (which I did), my raised, folded legs finally had three fingers jammed inside....

This is a story of a loving wife learning about her husband's hidden desires and trying to full fill them for him. If you don't like the story don't read it.
Not sure how long it has been, but here I am standing naked tied to pole in my living room with a fake cock in my mouth and no matter how hard I tried I am not able to move my head back far enough to free my mouth of its invader. My calves are tightening up from standing in one place in these heels, not sure how women do it. It isn't all bad though....

My name is Sam, and I've been submissive since my first sexual inklings. In high school and college, I found myself attracted to women more because of their confidence - even arrogance - than because of anything physical about them. A woman who expected me to do whatever she wanted and had no interest in my opinions (or even feelings) was the only kind of woman who could pique my interest and hold my attention....

"Mistress, what are you planning?" Honesty asked as she stood naked but for her collar, as her mistress was attempting to blindfold her. For Honesty this was a familiar, if now unusual scene, aside from being in a room she hadn't been in before, inside the penthouse she had barely ever visited.
"Just a little surprise and some fun for both of us." Replied her shorter, brunette mistress as she clipped the blindfold over her larger partner's eyes. "Now stay still and I'll have everything ready soon. And th...

Amy had been visiting him for 10 years, but she still didn't know his name. She hadn't even asked. The contract was very clear that he decides what they talk about on June 12th every year - the only day they were allowed to see each other.
Today was June 12th, and she was ready. Waiting a full year between seeing him was torture, but time never moved slower than on the morning of the 12th....

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Helen continues to put Jill through a sort of 'hell week' focusing on predicament bondage and position training. Enjoy.
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It's been 10 years...
I can hear the music bumping from the open door of the club. I tighten the belt of my jacket. It wouldn't do for it to come open on the street and reveal what's underneath.
The line is much longer than it used to be. I stuff my hands in my pockets and stand with everyone else. When it's finally my turn, the bouncer asks for ID without even looking up. I slip it to him and watch his expression change as he realizes who is standing in front of him....

Day one of what will become 1,820 and counting technically starts here, with their wedding day. In these past forty-two days, I have come to know their passions more intimately than I care to. I have seen no ebb, no retreat. With these two it is constant and often surprising attack. And yet... I find it, at times, endearing. As a mirror, I pay far more attention to detail than your divan or chest of drawers. *I* immediately assess and catalog your every detail. For instance: the other day, he surprised her ...

Chapter 3: Our First Power Exchange
"Tell me what you fear, and I will show you what you serve."
-- Thomas Merton
We'd only known each other a month.
But in that short time, I had peeled him open with questions and silence and the calm, relentless pressure of presence.
Before the questions began, there were dates. Short, simple ones--but always chosen by me. I picked where, when, and for how long. He never suggested alternatives. He didn't have to--I knew exactly what I wanted....

*All characters depicted are 18 years old or older*
It has been two weeks since Pup had spent that wonderful evening with Domina and her friend. Two weeks since he had his first anal orgasm, being violated by a powerful woman with far more experience and will than him.
Two weeks since he had slept in the same bed as Goddess Chloe, being nursed to sleep by sucking delicately on her nipples, only to wake up at 6:00 AM sharp, get his horny arse under the covers and lovingly kiss Chloe's ass cheeks, and t...