I knew that we would have to explore real bondage ses. sions with these girls, and also with less-willing partners. After all, there is much to be said about the bondage of wil. ling but uncooperative naked women. I knew that my girl. friends would be wonderful subjects, but I wanted to have women under my physical control that weren’t totally under my mental control. My girlfriends would definitely be a help in choosing and capturing my unwilling partners in bondage. That help came the next day. We made it a habit to eat at the cafeteria even though the [read more...]
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“Would you please put on some of the sexy clothes that you brought with you?” I said. “How did you know that I brought sexy clothes with me?” I told you. I’m in complete control” I said as I started stripping to my BVD’S. She went to the bathroom and removed her outfit. She spent a few minutes preparing herself, and I was not to be disappointed. She wore a pair of white crotchless pantyhose of the fishnet variety. A matching bra came with it, and since it was also fishnet I could see her erect nipples. A look of [read more...] “Tom, may I come in?” she said. It was around eleven in the morning on Saturday. “Sure, Leslie. What can I do for you?” I asked in mock surprise. “Tom, I’m not sure how to say this, but I want you to, um, control me.” “What do you mean?” “I want you to be my master. I want you to command me. I’ll do anything that you ask. Please say that you will.” she said as she removed her coat. She was wearing a tight Danskin leotard, blue in color. She was also carrying a gym bag, with the contents [read more...] My girlfriends and I have a most unusual relationship for most people. They are my sexual slaves. It happened not too long ago. In fact, they didn’t know that I even existed a month ago. I decided that I had had enough of “normal” relationships, and that I wanted to be in control. Total control. I don’t mean that they run around like zombies. It means simply that they will do anything that I ask. Anything, and anywhere, with me or with anyone that I choose. One of my favorite girls is Leslie, and I met her at Heidelberg College. [read more...] “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” began Jacob. Jennifer sat on her bed, listening to him. His words sounded like he had practiced them over and over again, but Jennifer only half listened to him. She had heard the important part anyway, the ‘I’m sorry’ part. The rest was just filler, padding for the first sentence. Instead, Jennifer studied his face. He looked different from before, less intense and more tired, like he had gone through some sort of emotional upheaval and was now coming out of it. “I’m sorry I came on so strongly, and pressured you so [read more...] Jennifer let Mark lead her, waiting for him to say something. They walked across the grass and finally stopped in a nearby copse of trees. Jennifer took a quick glance backwards to see if the guy was watching her with Mark, but he had settled back and was leisurely tanning himself. She felt a little disappointed. Mark pulled at her, turning her back around to face him, his hands settling around her waist. He was smiling, and the shadows of the leaves above them played across his face. “For a moment there, I thought I would need to go in [read more...] It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn’t really intended to go running; she hadn’t even set her alarm to get up in the morning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of the previous night. However, come the next morning, she found herself wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. So she decided to run. Jennifer hadn’t gone running since the first day she had met Mark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn’t wanted to risk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraid [read more...] Controlling Jennifer IV: Learning to Have Faith The sun was setting. Jennifer’s physics lab had run late; it had been one of those wonderfully stupid labs where they had spent 3 and 1/2 hours hitting clay blobs with ball bearings. The whole thing had been extremely dull, and Jennifer’s distraction hadn’t helped; it had only made the lab even longer and more exasperating. She had been very glad when they had finally been able to get out of there; she definitely needed time to think. The problem was clutched in her hand as she walked back to the dorm. It [read more...] |
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