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After a few months, Bertie was reconsidering his recent foray into the world of the local BDSM community. While Cherrie at the Oubliette had been a delightful guide, it soon became apparent that attendance at the shop’s fetish events had been in decline since before the pandemic. While he and Rachel had met a few other customers in the basement dungeon, they tended to similarly be newbies, or were “just checking it out”....

I was nineteen and worked for an electronics and electronic warfare company in test and development as a senior technician. Uni was not for me. At the local technical college, I got an HNC in electronics and carried on with an Open University degree whilst working and earning money. Working damn hard affected my outlook, I hoped, in a good way. My older brother had taken a similar route and was approaching the end of his...

At eighteen going on nineteen, Jennie was in her last year of schooling at her sixth form college. Jennie went to a good private school and, although a lovely girl, kind and thoughtful, she was not academically gifted. Now, while saying that, I'm not suggesting she was stupid or anything like that. No, far from it. She just lacked application, got distracted easily, was easily led by her close friends, and enjoyed sociali...

I was the personnel officer for a medium-sized international company, operating in many parts of Asia. I joined the company in my mid-twenties following a divorce from a disastrous post-university marriage. Self-denial did nothing for me for a year, and I admitted to myself that members of my sex interested me more than men. It was not long before I looked for a discrete means of satisfying these urges. The bar or ‘heavy’...

I am a semi-retired industrial scientist with tertiary-level teaching experience. My wife died a few years back. With time on my hands, I do some consultancy, take part in hobby activities, and socialise. In late August two years ago, I was in our pub on a Monday evening. The new barmaid called Carolyn, whom I knew lived locally. Her mother was a senior nurse at the local hospital. Her husband had died in a traffic accide...

Chapter 1 Late teens, my recruitment, the ‘plan’ explained. I am caned for premarital sex. You may know me by the name of Faridah for this story. I grew up in one of the relatively recently wealthy Arabian Gulf States. My family was wealthy by any standard and ran three successful businesses. I was an intelligent and very spirited young woman. Fortunately, I understood how things were. My sister and I went to the best loc...