Drive-thru Abduction 1
January 11th, 2012
Read more BDSM Stories I was out looking for a woman to kidnap and make my sex slave and I decided to stop at a popular fast food place for a burger and fries. It was close to midnight and only the drive-thru was open. When I pulled up to the window to pay I […]
A Trip To The Hills
December 28th, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories I drove up to her home and honked the horn. She was waiting as she was told to do. This was to be a little weekend odyssey into her perceived need to be totally subjugated. She was wearing a long cloak to cover the fact that she was absolutely naked under […]
Stolen Innocence
December 25th, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories The three teenage girls stood close together as the subway slowed to a stop. The doors slid open with a hiss and they stepped slowly out onto the platform, looking around uncertainly. A man in faded jeans and a well-worn jean jacket got off the same car and stood watching them […]
The Awakening
November 27th, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories Slowly my senses reawakened. I must have passed out for some reason. I tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind. I opened my eyes and it was pitch black. Suddenly I became aware of my pussy being on fire. I could feel something pounding deeply into me. I felt my […]
Training a Girl Named Sleen 2
November 22nd, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories Sleen spent a hand, recuperating. Her lips and throat hurt. Worse yet, her ego had been bruised. The place she had in the world seemed tenuous. No longer an Amazonian warrior, she was reduced to kneeling before men and begging their favor. She still had enough pride to wear it around […]
Training a Girl Named Sleen 1
November 15th, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories Sleen knelt, caught up in the cruel contraption which was to be the first step of many in her journey of re-education. She had been forced to kneel and her head placed in a collar that angled her face just so. Her lips and face were easily accessible should any man […]
Tommy Boy
November 2nd, 2011
Read more BDSM Stories I hadn’t meant to corrupt him it just sort of…happened. As with most tales, this one begins at the beginning, all flowery prose and propriety, introducing first myself, and then the character that we’ll call “Tommy Boy,” for the sake of his anonymity. My name is Kayla North. I am […]
