Bondage and restriction

***Disclaimer: This story has strong nonconsent themes. I do not condone any of these acts in real life and this is a dark fantasy - nothing less, nothing more.*** Miranda awoke in a large shipping container about 8 by 40 foot long. That's all she knew as she came to from whatever he'd drugged her with. Miranda Shaw was a beautiful 23-year-old girl. She was 5'4, slim almost to the point of petite, with long, charcoal-dark hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and perfectly shaped breasts which were neither too small nor too big. Jake Shaw, Miranda's husband, was her opposite in...

“Good evening. Is this Ms. Croft I'm speaking to?” “That's correct.” “Wonderful to hear from you again! What can we do for you this evening?” “I'm at the Pan Pacific Hotel in Mariana Square. Room 1612. I'd like some company for the evening.” “Very good, Miss. Did you have something different in mind for tonight? Or the usual?” “The usual, please.” “A fit young man, no older than thirty nine. The rest is of no concern?” “Yes, except...” “Ahh, it says here you prefer someone willing to submit and engage in kinky play?” “It's a must, for me.” “That can certainly...

Darian snapped his fingers again to command the rattling chains to release Roxanna's wrists from hanging from the ceiling. He needn't have worried about the princess escaping just then, despite her feisty spirit of rebellion. The girl collapsed unceremoniously to the stone floor, too sore to move a muscle, much less leap to her feet and run. Only her eyes moved, the bright unsettling green of their irises flickering from behind her eyelashes beaded with sweat, and she watched him with shallow clouded breaths from behind her gag as Darian strode calmly around the cave. A bubbling sound registered in her...

Using Sara part 2. After sleeping the best I had slept in years, I woke up more excited that I was last night. I cannot stop thinking about last night. I cannot even believe that my wife went along with it. Not only did she go along with it, she seems to be enjoying it. I looked over and found my wife still sleeping. I snuck down into the basement to check on my newest toy. I found her still strapped down to the table where I left her, and awake. She began to plea to be let go. Poor Sara...

Beth bit her lower lip nervously as Brian led her naked form to the device on the left side of the clearing, a modified saw horse with an upper bench about two hands wide and covered with soft padded leather. Its solid mahogany legs carried anchors to which Beth’s wrist and ankle cuffs were attached after they laid her naked body on the bench face down. The angle of the bench’s legs spread Beth’s legs apart to reveal her pussy and bum hole, and it was the latter that attracted Riff’s attention. She had never allowed him that hole, and now...

Sometimes it’s hard to know who’s going end up being the victim… The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the trees in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my purse so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and climb out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car wouldn’t be visible from the road. I know the middle school doesn’t keep cameras in the lots so it’s...

I Am The Puppet Master Chapter One: Clock Work Girl My name is Damien, at this point I had been seventeen for a grand total of twelve hours and so far it sucked. Maybe seventeen just sucks in general, maybe everyone who has even been there will agree with me. I mean, your still considered to be too young to do anything fun but for fuck sake your close enough that it shouldn’t really matter. I was still expected to listen to my parents (not that I even did that anyway) not drink, not smoke, (that I did anyway) and go...

I savored the taste Mistress Natasha's cum in my mouth all the way home. My wife was asleep when I got home and I crawled into bed beside her without bathing or rinsing my mouth. I kept my weekly routine the same as always except the two times my wife and i fucked I waited until she screamed at me to cum inside her (just to stay obidient to Mistress Natasha). Of course, I could think of nothing but Natasha all day and all night for a the whole week. Thursday finally arrived and i rushed home from work and straight...

Getting captured sucks. It tends to involve things like pissing yourself in terror, while terrifying Amazons hold their spears deathly still at your Adam’s apple, leaving you too afraid to so much as swallow. Getting taken prisoner sucks. It involves endless manacled marching and cruel whipping whenever you stumble or falter. Being sold into slavery sucks. It involves standing naked under the hot sun, as Amazons mutter and joke to each other about you, while your throat dries out and a thin layer of dust cakes you. The start of being a slave wasn’t so bad. The dust of the markets...