Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by Dogger Part One I was absolutely sick of it. The arguing. My mother began to lose her memory, my father was becoming senile, and my brother became an alcoholic. It was just becoming ridiculous. The fights were getting worse and worse. I didn’t know what to do with my life. A college drop out and I had nowhere to turn, except a cheap part time job at Rite-Aid. There was always one thing I did at night. One thing kept me sane. One thing was able to keep me happy. I soared the net for bondage websites. Anything I could find that I didn’t have to pay for. Unfortunately my father still paid all of my bills so I couldn’t go getting subscriptions to sites even though I wanted to so badly. My parents knew I was bisexual but they didn’t know my intense desire to be used as a piece of furniture, or turn into a rubber dog and just be in the complete control of a well-fitted man. And well, telling your parents THAT is somewhat more of a bigger deal than just being plain ol’ bisexual. Hec...