Bondage Stories

1. Often it's the little things that change your life. Two lines of an old song, a trace of scent you all but forgot existed, a face in a crowd looking just like someone you knew and cared about It sparks a thought, encourages a gesture, the little gears get in motion, the synapses start...
Humiliated in the End by Nikita Soccer mom, sex toys, and viagra, humiliation at the gynecologist's Her birthday is October 1. Nikita feels like a woman half her age. Any mention of her birthday puts her in an a state of torment because she doesn't like that kind of attention. At this point...
This story is totally a figment of my imagination. While the story starts out in a light vein, it progressively gets darker, ending in a much darker way. It is not the typical type of story found on this site, but rather takes both a different story tone and story direction. If you are...
Toys by Nikita Of all the beautiful, women that walked into that gin joint, he had to fall for her. Michael owned gin joints, clubs, some good, some bad, some real bad. She was in the good one going bad, and not alone, either. Michael found her educated, down to earth, and a wildcat in bed....
Under His Thumb by Nikita Lindsay Wilson arrived a bit late. As she struggled to walk upright in her high heels and a briefcase under her arm, she spilled her coffee on passersby. Vera, her assistant, looked up over her reading glasses, distracted by the commotion. "Ms. Wilson? Can I help...
PART II For the first several months of my adoption by Father Gilbert I was content and felt secure. But things changed. I was often beaten and tortured by father for no reason, or for minor incidents. He would piss on me in the morning to wake me up. Sometimes he woke me up by spreading his...
WARNING and disclaimer, this story contains extreme torture. Electric play is potentially fatal and you should not attempt anything described here. The Session: I have had an obsession with pain for as long as I can remember. In my adult years the main focus has been with electro play. A deep...
And so you've come he said as he opened the door to his room. There she stood the object of his desire, Courtney, five foot five, busty as all hell, curves in all the right places, grey-green eyes that pierce the soul and wavy dirty blond hair that went to the small of her back. Let me give...
Copyright,kayce69@fsworld.co.uk Another story by Pagan. Buying and Selling Mady, short for Madeline was riding high, she sat on the plane gazing out the window, here she was about to make one of the biggest deals her firm could capture, Mrs. Madeline Goddard could even get a department...

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