Bondage and restriction - Page 163

Due to the mostly responses I have received and the private email requests here is the continuing story of this. I hope it is as well received as the first. Again - read the tag lines above

I wake up and groan. My head is throbbing, and my insides are aching. Dizzily, I sit up, and my first thought is that this place smells like a barn. Opening my eyes, I see that I’m instead inside a bare room, and I have no idea how I got there. There is a T.V

( i do not own this story, all credit goes to the original author, the author posted the story for everyone to see on a totally free story website ) ( side-note: i changed the ending of the ex boyfriend part of the story series

ne with her when a large city refuge truck with four men aboard rounded the corner, they had been on a late afternoon special pick up and when the driver saw the girls especially Trina, big, beautiful, and naked, he had immediately jammed on his brakes bringing the big truck to a screeching halt!

I reached my front door and opened it sullenly, as I was unable to think of an excuse for my long absence. I walked up the driveway and decided to just use our front door instead of our noisy garage door

I break out the dildo hidden in my drawer, under my lingerie, wrapped in thick layers of fabric. No one must ever know it’s there. I can’t even force myself to think of the disgrace its discovery would cause. My husband… My husband would probably consider divorcing me

I wake up groggy and confused, my throat extremely sore, i have no idea why im sleeping on my brothers floor. All i can remember was Lauren pouring me another drink and showing me her boobs. My brother walks in and says good morning

It was my turn next. The only thing was that I had no idea when

As Riley and I started the ride back my mind trailed to the night I had sex with gene's mum, and how much of a mistake it was I really hated Tiffany for using her psych skills to get in my head

They loved to arouse each other whenever they were apart. On the phone they would tease each other until one or both of them needed to hang up. For her it was the knowledge that he would have to take matters into his own hand when the call was over

-*WARNING! There is vore involved in this piece of literature

A shorter story, and much different than my usual texts. If you like the tags, I hope you enjoy it. Jessica always loved the idea of a small town. Growing up in LA, she learned quickly that she wasn't the big city type at all

One of the things that I liked about Jessie was that regardless of what I thought, she made decisions on her own. If she disagreed with me, I knew it, she had no qualms about sharing it with me

I have always been interested in femdom and humiliation. Being controlled and forced to do things you wouldn’t normally do. It all started from a few pictures on my laptop that my fiancé found. Bondage

Friday evening and Alice was asked to put on the red dress. She loved wearing that, it was hugging her slender body like it was tailor made, and with the two zippers in front her Master could open it up, both from the bottom and from the top

** Chapter 1, the offer. ** Chapter 2, dinner with a slave. ** Chapter 3, freedom. ** Chapter 4, theory lesson, the thermodynamics of power. ** Chapter 5, practical lesson. (The sex starts here). ** Chapter 6, oral exam. ** Chapter 7, skills of a farm slave

Three times a lady He wakes up by the sound of giggling and the cracking of a staircase. He opens his eyes, but he does not see anything. His eyes are covered by something and the edges are well taped. He suspects that it is such an eye mask that you get during night flights

My name is Gabriel I'm 18 and a senior in high school, I'm relatively tall at 6 foot and apparently good looking. I play varsity hockey in school so I have to stay pretty built, it's safe to say I get attention from the girls at school

"One of my special clients will be in the big apple Thursday and Friday and needs a good looking gal on his arm for a party Fright night

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental