Fetish Stories Category

Poor Trish! The pretty little girl knew she was in trouble as soon as she got home. Upon opening the front door, she saw the bad girl paddle lying on the dining room table, along with this months’ phone bill. She had been a bit talkative this month, and, what with having friends all over the world, that could be expensive. For this young lady, the price would be paid, right where she sits down, on her well rounded, bare behind, in the traditional, over the knee position, just like a bad little girl.

It was over two hours before her lover arrived. Time for Trish to think, to shift from one leg to another, to bite her nails, to practically wet her pants in anxious anticipation of the very thorough and humiliating bottom warming to come.

“Trish, I’m home” Stanley said as he let himself in. This was almost a relief, to this fretful gal, who, by know was almost anxious to get her punishment behind her, literally.

“I’m sorry”, Trish said, batting her eyelashes prettily, one hand nervously twisting her long hair, the other giving her shapely rump a final rub. “I’m afraid sorry is just not enough” Stanley replied, picking up the massive phone bill in one hand, and the thin wooden paddle in the other. “Just you drop those tight little jeans, and we shall start the READING OF THE PHONE BILL”.

“Please!” Whimpered Trish, “I will be so good, don’t use that hard wooden paddle on me, can I have a hand spanking instead? You know how romantic that makes me,” she added, while trying to give Stanley a hug. Stanley wasn’t having any of it. “This is not foreplay here, darling, you are being punished, and that means a paddling around here, right across that cute little behind of yours, I see that you have finally gotten around to baring it, the delay will cost you 10 extras, now, touch your toes!”
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On the Beach

A young woman becomes the center of attention on a tropical beach when she emerges from the ocean to reveal a metal bikini in combination with unusual jewelry. Her husband has had her fitted with these multi-purpose adornments for her submission to his total authority.

Everyone in the immediate proximity watched her stride somewhat self-consciously into shore through the mild surf, her seamless, thickly gold- coated, specially-hardened, titanium wrist, above the elbow, and ankle cuffs gleaming in the brilliant sunshine, flicking off sparkling droplets of clear salt water as she emerged. Each movement of her limbs was attended by a musical jingling of sturdy rings mounted on the inner and outer surfaces of these snugly fitted cuffs, while around the graceful column of her throat, another wider band glinted with unstated but fully understood purpose.

She shook her head without thought, trying to clear the water from her ears and inadvertently creating more small rattles and jingles when the rings at the back and front of her control collar, for that is surely what it was, also swung against their mountings.

My eyes, and everyone else’s who observed her, were also captivated by the sight of the fine, strong, snake-linked chains looping between her thick, obviously heavy ear-rings and their connection points at the front, back, and sides of her collar. The three chains from each earring were attached to her choker with small locks, adding immensely to her appearance of controlled and captive beauty. Really, the arrangement of these adornments didn’t restrict the movements of her head all that much, permitting her to turn it in a strictly defined arc, but they were definitely a limiting influence. At the limits of movement, one of the opposing sets of chains would snap tight, jerking authoritatively on her ear lobes as a reminder of her state of being under a continuing though not overly obtrusive domination.

My Lady wore a bikini, but it was totally unlike any other on the beach.
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Sandra was a latex fetishist. She confessed this to me a couple of months into our relationship when we were in bed one night discussing our fantasies. When I first met her I thought she was a bit prim and proper but I soon changed my mind once we were in the bedroom, in there she was wild. ??

When she told me she was into rubber and latex I was intrigued, fascinated and rather turned on by the thought of her dressed up in the stuff. When she saw I was eager to let her enact her fantasies she was elated, ??

“You won’t regret this,” she promised. ??

The night after she told me I returned home from work to find her car outside my flat, she had keys to my place for when she stayed over. On entering the flat I called out to her hoping she’d cooked me dinner, I was starving. “In here” I heard her call back from the bedroom. I stood my briefcase down and wandered through. I was greeted by the sight of Sandra, hardly recognizable, standing before me in the bedroom, hands on hips, adorned in her latex gear. ??

“So lover, what do you think? Want to give me a try?” she teased. ??

“Too fucking right” I responded bluntly, my dick already rising in my trousers. ??

She was dressed in 6 inch black patent stilettos, black shiny latex stockings, a lace up latex bodice, shiny full length latex gloves and to cap the outfit off, a rubber hood with only the mouth and eyes showing. She grinned at me through the hood, stepped back and sat down in the whicker armchair. Lifting her legs she opened them and draped them over each arm of the chair. ??
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