Fetish + BDSM Fiction

A puppy learns its place Stories by visitors “Naked puppy...” demands the owner Pup looks at the floor and reluctantly replies “Yes” “Yes WHAT pup?” “Yes sir” The pup obediently strips for its owner. The owner takes time to fold the pup’s clothes up and place them in a small box in the corner of the yard. “Good boy. Now you lay down on the floor boy” The pup now stripped naked lies on his back on the cold stone of the yard floor. His legs apart slightly, arms at his sides. He hears a rattle of metal from where the owner is standing. “Now, know what straight bar ankle shackles are pup?” “No sir” Having never been chained before the pup only knows or rope bondage and although he has seen pictures from the internet has never seen what the Owner is referring to. “…it is an iron bar...with wide cuff like grips at each end that lock on the ankles. Keeping the legs wide and immovable” “Yes sir” The Owner proceeds to clamp a pair onto Jake’s ankles. He spreads his feet about a foot apart, open...

Chapter 1.  Eric was feeling good. Good and horny. He hadn't been laid in  two days, since he'd left his home in Connecticut. As he sped down the highway  in the vintage Mustang convertible he'd gotten for his high school graduation,  he lit up a joint and turned on the radio, but nothing was coming in clearly.  He was driving through rural Florida on his way to his freshmen year at Miami  University, and he was anxious to get there and start his new life. He hit the "scan" button on the radio; it went through the whole dial twice before stopping on a local station. Brittany Spears was moaning something about how she did it again. Eric hated her music with a passion, but wouldn't have  minded bangin' her until she was moaning about something else entirely. Chances  are Brittany wouldn't have minded too much, either... Eric had been the best- looking guy in his senior class, and had become something of a legend among his pee...