Bondage Stories

OBLIVION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ann saw the package on the bed. She had been looking forward to this weekend with her master for ages. She opened it and read M's instructions. My sweet slave, Prepare your self by 5 pm. I will call for you then. M She looked in the box...black dress.......
Bambi the Preppie Princess When Bambi's mom died of cancer when her daughter was just a thirteen year old entering puberty, it in no way diminished the overindulged and privileged upbringing of the suburban, socialite princess. With her father preoccupied with his professional success and...
From Platoon Sergeant to Slave Girl My introduction to BDSM began on a weekend trip to Munich. I mean, I'd read and fantasized about D/s and BDSM, but this was my first real experience. Little did I know that a long weekend would change my life. At the time, I was a 28 year old Platoon...
Jane -- The coming of Carol. Jane lifted a dirty hand to brush the sweaty fringe of hair from her eyes and looked with satisfaction at the end result of her labours of the last few weeks. Solid and sturdy, it looked smaller than she'd expected but she knew it would seem larger from inside....
A Weekend With Bili Friday Evening: That she had been attracted to him for many years was no secret. In fact, the only thing that had kept them from getting together was her fear of his kinks. And, though she found many of his kinks to be arousing, she found many of them off putting, as...
Why you shouldnt go home with strangers III This story contains non-consensual BDSM and extreme pain. If this offends you, do not read it. I woke up the next morning very hungry. I ate my breakfast slowly, reading the days paper. I was more focused on my slave than the type, though. She...
The Misadventures of Gwen Chapter 1 In the middle of my soap the phone rings and I absentmindedly answer it. Mrs. Donohue, please, a man with a gruff voice says. This is Mrs. Donohue, I respond. Is your husband home? he asks. No, he isn't, I answer hesitantly. And he won't be, Mrs. Donohue,...
It was one week until the start of summer vacation and Mrs. Cook the school's Vice-Principal's office was sweltering. The blinds were drawn to block the blazing sunshine, but the door to her stuffy office was shut and I sweated profusely onto the worn office carpet beneath her desk. Mrs....
Vornkova's Prison Part two of the Russian Bondage School of Gymnastics May 1, 1975 Khabarovsk , Russia Svetlana Ivanova and Tatyana Khorkina stood in the district attorney's office in cuffs with their hands behind their backs. A few days ago the corpse of Katya Vornkova turned up in the...

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