Straitjacket Stories

Naked other than for a locked chastity belt, Kate stepped into her bath, hoping that the candles, the bubbles and the soft music would relax her. She tied her unbrushed blonde hair up into a bun and lay back to daydream about her morning with James. She pictured his tongue pushing into her chastity belt and reaching so tantalisingly close. Lubricated by the scented bubbles, she tried to push her own fingers inside, but th...

Submission wasn't just a job for Jackline. It was a need, a deep desire that she craved every waking hour. Submitting was an addiction which she constantly needed to satisfy. And even if she didn't have a collar snugly secured around her neck, sooner or later she would have to find a way to fall to her knees before someone, worshiping them, grovelling at her feet. She loved the position, relished the feeling of giving up...

I took a deep breath. The first week of the job was always the most stressful. But it was something, at least. All I had to do was process people. Nothing more, nothing less. I tie them up and lock them way in a cell. Easy work, right? Well other than the occasional brute, it was. Other than that, the crazies were usually the same.Grabbing a white drawstring bag from the table, I headed down the narrow halls of the instit...