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subtextualkate: Love this, both the words and the picture. eenslaved: Hooded, anything identifying about her is stripped from her. She’s a faceless, mute fuck toy, held in place for him to play with at his leisure.“You’re my beautiful little doll,”
mollypops23: eenslaved: In the evenings, he walks her outside like a dog. She’s got a collar on, a leather one from the pet store, and a thin leather leash from the same place. It’s where he got her cage, the kennel he calls it, and the bowls she
Slave for the Weekend I have been following this talented young lady for quite some time now. Her kinky tastes and wanton fantasies very much mirror my own. You will find several continuing storylines on her Tumblr and, should you have a particular
Bunny Revisited It has been a few months since this next writer’s last Library appearance. I mentioned previously that she also takes story theme requests. The following vignette is a sequel to story based on a request for “BDSM, m/f/f, humili
Elise Our next writer has appeared in the Library previously, but I somehow missed this short story. Fortunately a new follower submitted a link so that I could feature the story in today’s festivities. tiemeteaseme: My favorite writer wrote a
bigjaysfavs: Hmm, yeah, shame about those tits though. eenslaved: Syn DeVil Caged by RexbonThere are a lot of caged photos out there, but this is one of my favorites. The warm lighting and the tiny cage makes the mode look comfy but confined in there.
sirbknight: eenslaved: When he dresses her in the morning and she sees that he’s included underwear, it’s never a good thing. It means he intends to make her uncomfortable. If he allows her to wear a bra, it’s because he’s lined it with nettles
insanegerbil: eenslaved: Rebecca has such a diabolical mind: I love the detail of that “Missing” flyer at her feet. Makes all sorts of implications. And the humiliating detail of the two girls smirking at this poor captive, who’s totally barefoot
secretsecretary: eenslaved: The slave’s bridal trousseau: The ribbon at her throat to show she is a gift for the man who owns her. The delicate lace collar waiting to be ripped by her Master so that he can place a real collar there. The open bra so
petjessie78: eenslaved: Elemental. I know this so well!
xspanked-masters-petx: Loved this story… eenslaved: They were at dinner when one of his acquaintances stopped by their table. He introduced the woman to her as Karen, and she smiled politely back at the woman. He graciously invited the woman to join
bondage-gifs: eenslaved: Her Master reached down and covered her pussy with his hand. “This,” he said calmly, “This does not belong to you. It is not yours to touch nor play with.” He pushed two fingers, gloved in leather, into her cunt. It
manisking: eenslaved: The knock came at the door as the veil was dropped over her face. Her friend rushed to answer the door. When she heard her friend protesting loudly, she began to tremble in anticipation of seeing him. “We’re not much for tradition,
dark-of-night-47: eenslaved: I am going to play a game with you tonight. Are you ready? Yes, your belt is coming off. Look how wet you’ve made it. Wearing it has certainly stirred you up, hasn’t it, my hot slut? Hush, hush. I know it’s been
dark-of-night-47: eenslaved: (Read more about Missy.) Missy had made a mistake. One of her duties was to help her professor grade papers for the classes he taught. Yesterday, a student had visited the professor during his office hours to complain
dark-of-night-47: eenslaved: The bridesmaids had received their instructions from the groom, and they carried them out with wicked delight. Before helping Lana into her dress, they pinned the bride down and edged her close to orgasm until she was in
dark-of-night-47: submissive030409: dark-of-night-47: eenslaved: I am going to play a game with you tonight. Are you ready? Yes, your belt is coming off. Look how wet you’ve made it. Wearing it has certainly stirred you up, hasn’t it, my hot
demutundschmerz: eenslaved: Controlling her by her hair and nipple gets him immediate results. Ihre Nippel sind doch die besten Griffe, die eine Frau zu bieten hat.
eveadams01: eenslaved: “Ask me. If you want to cum, you know what you need to ask me. Go ahead. I’m giving you permission to ask.““Please pinch my nipple, Sir? Daddy? Please? Please, will you pinch my nipple for me?”“Certainly. How is this,
eenslaved: Minimal squirming in this position. If her crying and whining keeps up, he’ll add the nipple clamps, too.
eenslaved: She put on the dress her Master had given her permission to wear. After she finished dressing, her cunt was wet and slippery, just the way he liked her.
eenslaved: “You may come,” he says in the way that gives me permission, finally, that is also the same way he might call his dog, Come, Sadie, with the expectation of obedience.“If you haven’t come by the time I’ve finished pouring the wax,
eenslaved: “Oh no,” he said to her in a very gentle voice. “No, you’re not allowed on the furniture in my home, dear.” At the time she had stood there, more baffled than anything. She heard the words clearly, but she couldn’t make sense of
eenslaved: (Carly and Grace’s story started here) Fictional characters over 18. Raunchy, filthy, totally fictional smut. Grace crawled underneath Carly’s desk, which was hard because her hands were cuffed behind her back. So she had to scooch herself
eenslaved: “Oh no,” he said to her in a very gentle voice. “No, you’re not allowed on the furniture in my home, dear.”At the time she had stood there, more baffled than anything. She heard the words clearly, but she couldn’t make sense of
eenslaved:There came a repeated sound: a hiss of air, followed by a squeak. As the rubber bulb was squeezed and the plug inflated, the blindfolded and muted girl emitted squeals that became increasingly anxious. When at last all the air had been pumped
eenslaved: “Now, this is an interesting piece of furniture,” the girl’s Master said. He touched the loops on each of the chair’s arms. The craftsman nodded, pleased his work was appreciated by a keen eye. “This piece was inspired by
eenslaved: This is one of my fantasies, yes.
eenslaved: His favorite job was walking his employer’s woman, taking her out for her daily exercise, cropping her tits or ass if she didn’t crawl fast enough behind him.
eenslaved: Her gagged whimpers and groans only brings his cat in to investigate. He’s content to remain in another room, watching her struggle against her bonds over the camera, zooming in to smirk at the growing wetness she’s leaving on his coffee
eenslaved: When he gave a command, everyone in the household followed it. She wasn’t even allowed to finish her glass of wine before her personal maid, Rose, told her to disrobe, that Rose had been placed in charge of readying her for their Master.She
eenslaved: Bound and baring her throat.Model: Paz de la Huerta
eenslaved: “Fold your hands behind your back. Good. Now, part those lips..that’s right, I want that hungry mouth open. Keep it that way, I want to see you drooling for it. Keep those legs tight together now, you wouldn’t want your toy to slip out.
eenslaved: “Puss,” she batted her eyelashes innocently at me, “You’ve drunk quite a bit of water tonight. Why don’t you go use the bathroom?”Yes, yes, yes. She was finally giving me permission to use the bathroom. My bladder had kept me squirming
eenslaved: “Mrs. Duncan, your husband is here to see you,” said her secretary. “Thank you, Melanie.” She remained seated behind her desk as her husband strolled into her office, smiling at her, holding a bouquet of flowers in
eenslaved: They took a couple’s weekend now and again. When he felt they needed one. Always the same hotel because it didn’t really matter where they stayed, really, as long as the room was clean and well-appointed. They would arrive there on
eenslaved: “Thank you, Sir, please may I have another?”
eenslaved: At your pleasure, under your will.
eenslaved: I want to be held like this.
eenslaved: “Your instructions were to greet me at the door, kneeling and playing with yourself. I don’t recall giving you permission to come. Such a shame. It was going to be a good night for you.”
eenslaved: Waiting for him out in the hall.Lela Rae, The Leland Hotel, Detroit MI, Photography: Chip Willis
eenslaved: I imagine the quarterback takes his private victory with his personal pet after the game…and the entire time, she’s been waiting for him like this, knowing that if the team wins that night, he’ll be playful. If they lose, she might have
eenslaved: I love being draped over a man’s thighs. Especially in this position. Head lowered, ass raised higher so the toes have to scrabble for purchase on the floor. Unable to balance myself, my breasts swinging down between his legs. Bending my
eenslaved: The chain that ran from her collar to the spreader bar ensured that his girl would remain with her head bowed, eyes directed to the floor, and her legs spread wide. When they arrived at their host’s earlier in the evening, he had guided
eenslaved: (Photo credit) The short ankle chain hobbles her, but it’s the vibrator taped to her clit that turns her walk into a humiliating shuffle. With a casual, underhand toss, the rolled up newspaper flies across the room and drops neatly
eenslaved: “Good evening, madam,” he said, and she obediently responded, “Good evening, husband.” This was a familiar practice. A ritual he had trained her to comply with. Every night she must present herself promptly outside the locked room,
eenslaved: The leather straps cutting into her soft flesh, the blinders that kept her from seeing what went on around her, and the indignity of the bit gag were things she had long become accustomed to. The strap pressing up between her legs held her
eenslaved: “Get in position,” he said flatly.From past experience, she knew there was no use begging, or explaining, no delaying of the inevitable, only to march downstairs and drape herself over the frame he had built specifically for this purpose.
eenslaved: In the corner of the room was one of his girls. They couldn’t see her face, her head was bowed and her hair hung down. She was sitting on her bottom on the floor. Her knees were hooked over a wooden bar to which her wrists were tied off.
eenslaved: Before her weekly punishment sessions, she was to spend thirty minutes quietly facing the wall…listening to him move around behind her, readying the implements he would use on her flesh.
eenslaved: His wife was learning much. Her training and education was an ongoing process, done in different stages. Last month, he had locked up her walk-in closet of fine garments; the only key to it was kept in his safe. She was no longer permitted
eenslaved: The Unruly Maidservant by The Veternarian
eenslaved: “Thanks, Jason. My nephew is going to love this.”“Not at all. It’s not every day a boy turns eighteen. Ought to be special. My wife’s happy to let the kid fuck her. Aren’t you, honey? You’re going to smile real big and let Greg’s
eenslaved: “I love ballerinas. Flexible, not just physically, but mentally flexible. Open to being molded by a strict taskmaster. Their bodies and minds are so pliant and receptive to training.“Sylvie knows. Her body is very good at taking pain.
eenslaved: I get off work before he does, but I still have to hurry: I have tasks to complete, and then there’s the rush hour traffic to contend with. Last week there was a pile-up that stalled all four lanes of traffic, and I was tardy. I am always
eenslaved: “Show me your tits.”She blushed furiously. He spoke in his usual, quiet way, but in the hushed setting of the library, even in the obscured stacks of the anthropology section, the calmly stated request sounded almost too loud to her. She
eenslaved: When he rang the bell, she crawled over to him, winding her way around the other members of the gentlemen’s club. Some of them reached down and delivered stinging spanks on her bottom.She reached him and knelt up between his spread legs.
