Fetish + BDSM Fiction

By slave4Strict713 Tuesday – 8:00 p.m. Andy was frustrated and horny. His slave cravings had been haunting him. They began with abduction fantasies. In college, he ventured to the adult bookstore, and through magazines and old Drummer reprints he discovered the world of Masters and slaves. It was like putting a match to lighter fluid. Since then, he had been working in a smaller city, with no real leather community to speak of, so he had been living vicariously online, spending his evenings and weekends in various adult chat rooms and masturbating to porn images. There was a lot of shame around his cravings. He felt like he was wasting his life on the internet, but he couldn’t imagine that being a man’s slave would be the life his parents had wished for him. At 27, he hadn’t even bolstered the courage to tell them he was gay. His whole life he worked like crazy to be what everyone else expected. He was viewed by those who knew him as bright, educated and a hard worker. The th...

Part 1 My new lakeside property was a small cottage – nothing too big or commercial-ish, but it would serve for weekends of partying and enjoying some time away from the city. I was lucky in that the lake was small and there were no powerboats on it. Most of the land on the lake, as well as the surrounding area was all crown land, so I didn’t worry much about trespassers or anyone else for that matter. The road in was a long dirt road that took almost 30 minutes of driving before it even hit one of the main back roads. My only neighbor was all the way across the lake, albeit in a rather sizable mansion that towered over the northern view of the water. I had spent the first few months fixing up the place – it was old and moldy but with a few weeks worth of work looked almost brand new. It was about the start of June, when we had one of our usual Northern-Ontario heavy rainstorms. It started with huge gusts of wind, and was followed by a night of spectacular rain, thunder and lightning. ...