Bondage and restriction - Page 49



PART 1 – The Guy “Did you see this dear?” My wife spoke as she looked up from the local newspaper she was reading and over the top frame of her glasses
Looking at the beach house sitting on the bluff, its multi-colored stone façade and huge walls of glass sparkling in the moonlight, one could be forgiven for not guessing at the depraved events unfolding inside



Wendy walked slowly down the narrowly lit hallway of her office building, her heels clacking on the freshly waxed floor. Her damn boss had made her work late again. Did the bastard think she didn’t have a life of her own? She knew he just enjoyed torturing her to no end
We met online a few weeks ago and hit it off right away. Mark and I just clicked - he had this confident stride that I really liked, and perfect blue eyes. He didn't smile often, but when he did, my heart melted
Part two *Jenni* The next day, much earlier than I expected, Jenni was running up my sidewalk, her strong legs carrying her gracefully, until she was rapping on my front door. I greeted her with enthusiasm. Another big hug, too



Slave. Part one. 1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses



After graduation in the Spring of my senior year I decided to go to the city’s college for a year, not because I wasn’t smart enough, but so I could get past Megan and all that had happened during senior year



It was a beautiful fall day as Alexander made his way across the quad to the campus library. Beaming rays of sunshine took the sting out of the crisp air and leaves crinkled across the ground as a light wind blew them about. He unzipped his coat, relaxing it around his tall, lean frame



Jennifer went to her classes after Tina told her she could continue babysitting, but had a tough time concentrating, thinking about what they had done to her



I woke up to a loud siren going off down the hall. At first I didn't think much of it but after a few seconds I sat up in the bed. I jumped up and ran down the hallway to find out that the basement door was opened



Rose arrives at Motel SextyNiner to meet up with her life long rendezvous as scheduled. She pulled her key out of her bra, inserted it slowly into the key hole licking her lips as she unlocked and turned the knob with anticipation of what was awaiting her on the other side of the door
PART 1 – The Guy Even without the storm that had added a unique atmosphere to my first ‘session’ with the Little Girl, the woods still looked sombre, overbearing and scary



I’m a 20 year-old native Midwesterner who hid his gayness until graduating high school. There were a few guys I serviced on the down-low fairly regularly for a few years but for the most part my sexual awakening didn’t happen until I got to college
Another Billy Saturday And so it is another Saturday. A day of rest, of relaxation and my friends are pursuing their interests in many places. Tom went golfing. Pete is on the boat for another weekend and Jim, my neighbor across the street is tending to his lawn



---This is a story which includes a transgender male, as mentioned in the themes. If you're not partial towards these types of stories, you have been warned and any comment saying the extent of "that's a woman" is redundant.--- Sometimes he left me tied up, waiting