Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Exemble » Wed Jul 15, 2015 7:16 pm

As this is my first story, I would appreciate any feedback on how to improve this and future stories.
-Exemble

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Finally, time to myself. As a High School senior with a stay at home stepmother, I was always either out with my friends or at the house with my father's fiancee. This meant no time for selfbondage. No time to experiment with my own devices alone in my room. But that night had finally come, my parents decided to have a night to themselves out.

I had been dying to be in bondage (as the last time I had tried it was over three months ago) so I gathered my tape, my harness ballgag I managed to sneak off of Amazon, a pair of sleek metal handcuffs, and a pair of Scarlett’s wet red panties. Scarlett, or my stepmother as I usually refer to her as, had the sexiest body and was too young for my father, so she often took part in my many mental fantasies. With a nice plump ass and perky tits that were just right in size, she was a goddess of a woman. Her panties would make a nice mouth stuffing to shut out my voice from the rest of the world.

So I inserted the panties over my tongue, pressing it down firmly, and slipped the big red ballgag between my teeth. I made sure to strap it nice and tight around my head, ensuring I couldn't utter a sound. Now with my mouth taken care of, I proceeded to take care of my leg's. I ripped the tape off the roll while I pressed it against my ankles, wrapping the tape firmly around my feet so I was guaranteed not to hop away from my own entrapment. I proceeded to do the same thing to my knees. I picked up the handcuffs and double checked the key's location, hanging from the closet door handle quite a few feet away from myself, so I would have to work a little for my freedom.

The handcuffs were placed on my wrists, and my finger's caressed the ratchet as they clicked into place. So I was finally helpless. Trapped in tape and handcuffs and no one would ever hear my screams for help. My voice came out as garbled gibberish, my legs restricted and incapable of movement, and my hands devoid of function in the handcuffs grip. And I was loving every minute of it I could savor. Drool dripped from my mouth onto my bare chested abs as I moaned with pleasure struggling against my bonds. Along with a bulge making my pants tighter and tighter. Having no way to relieve myself turned me on even more.

I squirmed towards the key in my bonds, not knowing when or if I would ever be released. My key dangled at me, almost as if it was taunting me to go get it. Moving inch by inch, I manage to work my way over to the key. My fingers reached for the grasp of my freedom, and then I came to the horrifying realization. The key was hanging to high for me to grab it whilst sitting on my bottom. I groaned in frustration as I inched towards a wall to my right. I stuck my back firmly to the wall, attempting to get on my feet and hop all the way to the key.

My grunts rang through the halls as I shimmied my back against the drywall. Managing to get up on my feet, I started to begin my pathetic hop across my room. Then I heard the growl of what sounded like a car engine.

“Ooh Shipph” I yelled through my too effective gag.

I hopped like mad across the carpet, drool dragging behind me. I tried to grab the key, but to my horror, knocked on the floor and fell flat on my ass. I gave up. I could hear my parents feet dashing through the hallway wondering what that thud was.

“Jared, are yo-” A woman yelled as my door swung open.

Her big blue eyes scanned down the predicament I placed myself into. Her red lips ushered a small laugh. Her mini skirt and low cut shirt complimented her red hair nicely. As her 27 year old body looked like a supermodel standing in my doorway.

“Look's like someone's gotten themselves into a little kinky trouble.” Scarlett said in a mocking tone.

I lay frozen as she walked over to the key hanging on the door handle.

“I came home cause I forgot a small present for your dad. Look's like you were expecting us to stay overnight at the hotel.”

She grabbed the key and instead of coming over to free me of my bonds. She swiped it and stuck it in her pocket.

“Can't have you getting out, now can we.” Her seductive voice ushered.

“Hmmmph?” The gag blocked all the confusion I uttered.

“Just wait right here.”

She left the room leaving me to struggle and think about what the hell just happened. Did she seriously just leave me tied up? Is she into bondage? Was this reality? Were my fantasies coming true?

“This is quite insecure, you would definitely get out of this way too easy.”

With saran wrap in hand, she began wrapping my legs completely in saran wrap. My legs were completely immobile at this point. Her eyes spotted the duct tape laying next to me and snatched it. The tape was wrapped over the saran wrap, cementing even more that I wasn't getting out until she let me. The bulge was getting even bigger and I needed to relieve myself.

“Someone's enjoying this.” She had a sexy smile on her face whilst she said it.

All I could do was mmph through my drooling gag. She lay down next to me stroking my cheek softly.

“You look so cute all helpless like this.” Scarlett's seductive voice uttered. “But it's still definitely not enough for my tastes.”

She once again left the room as I was once again lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe what was happening, I was getting tied up by the woman of my dreams. I needed to savor every moment of this.

“Now this is more like it.” She dropped a pair of socks on my bed. “Now sit up Jared, you don't want to know what happens if you don't.”

I obediently sat up on the carpet as she knelt down next to my back. I heard the handcuffs rattle as it sounded like she was unlocking them.

“Don't think I'm letting you go just yet.” Her voice turned me on so much I swore I was going to climax right there. “So ball your hands up for me.”

I balled my hands up for the goddess of a woman as she proceeded to slip the socks over my fists and taped them. The handcuffs were then put back on, but she felt they needed to be a click or two tighter than I thought.

“Hands are such pesky things, always allowing people to escape.”

Then the tape was wrapped completely around the handcuffs, securing my hands from moving an inch. Her red painted nails were dragged across my back, making me cry out in pain a little.

“That ballgag looks great on you, but you definitely need some more stuffing. Wouldn't want you waking up the neighbors now would we?” Scarlett's said.

She took out the ball gag from my mouth, pulled out the stuffing, and made sure to quickly hand gag me.

“Look's like someone's been stealing my panties.”

I began to blush as she gave me a sexy look.

“Since you've been such a naughty boy, look's like you aren't getting out until tomorrow.”

“TOMMOPPHOW!” I screamed through her hand.

She chose to ignore me as she slipped the ballgag through my teeth and quickly strapped it. She got up and proceeded to put her hands up her maroon miniskirt.

“Nice and wet just for you.”

She slipped her panties over her black heels and pressed them over my nose.

“I smell nice don't I?” She ushered a small laugh.

The ballgag was removed from my mouth and she quickly stuffed both pairs of panties in before I could even protest to my captivity. Then the harness was pulled beyond a level of comfort and I could barely move my jaw.

“Scream for me.”

I tried to scream through the gag, but it was a bit quieter than before.

“Now what to do about the drool...”

My lips and the duct tape met and she proceeded to wrap it around my head around five times before ripping it off with her teeth. With tape still in hand, she forced my elbows together as I yelped in pain and began the wrapping. As a final touch she taped my elbows to my chest, making both my arms stuck firmly in place.

“You look amazing.” Scarlett gleefully cheered. “I have to save this moment.”

She pulled her Samsung out of her pocket as I blushed once again in embarrassment as she knelt next to my captive self and made the sexiest lip bite as she snapped a few pictures where you could clearly see my face.

“Now so your father doesn't find you like this,” Scarlett looked around for a decent hiding spot to put her excited captive. “You will be spending the night in the closet.”

I simply groaned into my gag.

“You're not exactly in a position to argue, now are you Mister Parker?”

She was much stronger than she looked, managing to pick me up with no issue. For good measure as I was walked over to the closet, she slapped my ass as I yelped.

“Don't act like you aren't enjoying this.” Scarlett told me. “I've seen the way you look at me.”

The closet door was opened and my body laid on the wooden floor of the closet.

“Just one final touch!” She exclaimed and left me there.

She came back with one of our dining room table chairs, made of a nice brown oak wood. Her arms picked me up once again and instead of the floor, she laid me in the chair. She managed to snag the tape on the way in and proceeded to tape my entire chest to the chair. After that, she taped my saran wrapped legs to the chair as well. She dropped the tape to the floor and stood back to admire her hard work she had done on her captive.

“Just in case you had any hope getting out.” She locked the closet door from the outside.

“MMMMPH”

“Nighty night Jared.” She laughed as she closed the door.

It was pitch black besides the small beam of light glowing through the seam in the door. Scarlett was laughing hysterically just outside the door as her heels echoed through the house, as the car sped off into the night. Leaving me helpless until morning. It was only nine o'clock, so it was going to be one long night.

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Bondage Bunch » Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:01 pm

Damn, that is one hell of a fantasy! c:

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Londit » Fri Jul 17, 2015 3:53 am

I loved this story ! thank you for the share !

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Stef » Fri Jul 17, 2015 4:08 am

Wow! Great story :)
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be...

Scarlett (F/M) Part II

Postby Exemble » Sat Jul 18, 2015 9:58 am

Most of the night was spent either struggling in the tape or drifting in and out of sleep. Scarlett had taped me up tight enough to guarantee I wasn't getting out. I tried to scream through my ballgag and tape, but it was futile. She had made sure I was shut up so that no one had a chance of hearing me.

I was woken up by copious amounts of light completely flooding my vision. Scarlett stood in front of me in a black blazer with a t-shirt that showed off her cleavage quite nicely and tight dark blue jeans.

“Have a fun Friday night?” She mocked with shears in hand.

She quickly started cutting saran wrap and duct tape off from my legs. Her hands hesitated freeing the rest of me from my chair.

“We're not going to mention our little games to anyone, are we Jared?” She said as she dangled her phone in front of me.

I quickly nodded my head yes as I only wanted to be freed.

“Good.”

She then proceeded to cut off all the tape from my chest and unlocked the handcuffs and threw the shears in the corner.

“Now get dressed, you're father brought breakfast home.”


I sat at the table in my green sports jersey and athletic shorts as I had a plateful of chocolate donuts. Dad had brought home a box, they were Scarlett's favorite. As I was sipping on my orange juice my dad started talking.

“How was your night Jared?” Dad asked.

I glanced at Scarlett as she was sipping from her coffee cup.

“Fine.”

“Good, good.” Dad replied, clearly not really paying attention. “And how did you sleep?”

I again glanced at Scarlett, and she winked seductively at me.

“Like crap.”

He jumped up from the table quickly and his eyes bolted to the clock.

“I gotta go son, I'll get stuck in commuter traffic if I wait around any longer.”

“You have to work Saturday again dad?”

“Sorry, I need the hours.” He gave a quick kiss to Scarlett on the cheek. “See you at seven you two, don't have too much fun without me.”

“Don't worry, we won't.” She looked back at me with a sexy yet sadistic look in her eyes.

His loud old Stationwagon sputtered out of the driveway. Me and Scarlett just sorta stared at each other, unable to talk about what happened last night, or at least I couldn't.

“Would you like some more coffee?” I said to finally break the long silence.

“Yes, please.” She asked as she continued to sip from her mug.

I sat up from our dining room table and proceeded to the coffee machine in the other room. I casually shuffled towards it when my body was pulled off my feet by an unknown hand covering my mouth. Scarlett peered her face over my shoulder.

“It's nice to have a new pet.”

I struggled from her grip around her body, but she refused to let me budge from her iron grip,

“Your father wasn't really into this like my past boyfriends, but I was absolutely thrilled when I just so happened to find you in your bedroom.” She exclaimed. “It's funny how fate works sometimes, isn't it?”

She glanced at my face.

“Oh, right.” She laughed at her own joke.

She started to drag me down the same hallway as my bedroom, and threw me into our damp laundry room. She flicked the light switch on, leaving me slightly stunned as I covered my eyes.

“Strip down to your boxers!” She demanded. “You know where those pictures go if you don't.”

She slammed the door leaving me there to make a decision. I mean it was a pretty obvious choice, I would do as she said. I mean it was the fantasy I had always dreamed of, a beautiful woman keeping me as her little slave to do as she wished with. I just was wondering how long she planned on keeping this whole chara-

“Don't make me strip you down myself!” I heard her yell as she stepped down the hallway (being intentionally loud on the hardwood).

I almost forgot as I quickly stripped myself down. She opened the door to reveal that she had put her hair up in an incredibly tight ponytail, compared to wearing it down as she usually did, along with the removal of her blazer. Her hands let go of what looked like a roll of microfoam, a pair of dark pantyhose, and belts

“You would look much nicer in belts.” She said.

She grabbed a few shorter belts and commanded me to sit down and put my arms behind my back. I agreed and she clicked the belts around my elbows and wrists a click tighter beyond comfort.

“There a little tight!” I yelled angrily.

She gave me a dumbfounded look and pressed here face against mine.

“This isn't about your pleasure, it's about mine.” She growled.

She scooped up a loose belt off her side and whipped me across the back. Being completely unexpected, I yelped loudly in pain.

“Will deal with that smartass mouth of yours later.”

I decided to shut up for the rest of the session as I didn't want to be lashed again.

With my arms dealt with, she pulled out an old gray folding chair from the side of the room and set it up in front of me. She picked up my bound body with a grunt and set me on the chair.

“Press your feet against your thighs.” She demanded.

“What?”

Without answering she whipped me with the belt again. Taking matters into her own hands, she grabbed hold of my ankles with another belt in hand and secured me in a frogtie position on top of the chair.

“Now for the gag...” She gazed the room for suitable stuffing.

“I promise I'll be qu-” I was cut off by her hand.

“Shut up or your getting whipped again.”

Her eyes lit up as she saw her perfect stuffing. She let go of my mouth and picked up the stuffing.

“My sports bra should do the trick.”

I didn't bother protesting for fear of being whipped as she filled my cheeks her sports bra.

“I used it for a great workout yesterday, so enjoy the taste.”

After managing to get the giant sports bra in my mouth, she stuck the pantyhose over my head, and began wrapping the microfoam around my head.

“This should shut you up much better than the duct tape.”

She padded down the dozens of wraps of microfoam over my mouth.

“I've always loved microfoam, nice and sticky.”

She sat her swaying butt over my crotch area and my cock got even harder. She gave me a long passionate kiss through the covering of the tape. I was in heaven, I couldn't believe my fantasies continued coming true.

“I just love having you as my pet so much.” She uttered. “You're so much more fun to play with then my last boyfriend. I can keep you in bondage so much more than him.”

I snapped out of my horny daze somewhat and my eyes shot open. She took attention to my surprise.

“You mean you thought I wasn't going to keep you tied almost every time your father leaves?” She acted stunned. “Ha! Your barely ever going to be free my pet!”

I started to struggle like mad in panic. She was going to keep my tied up all the time!

“Unless you object...” She dangled her phone in front of me like a dog toy.

I sighed through my gag. I was trapped. She blackmailed me into a corner. I had to be her pet, I guess it wouldn't be so bad. Considering how hot she was. But I had to get to that damn phone, I couldn't stay her prisoner forever.

She must have noticed some gears turning in my head as she picked up her make-shift whip and violently lashed at my boxers.

I screamed through my gag as a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through my mind.

“Don't get any ideas Mister Parker.” She commanded. “And just to make sure you don't forget that...”

She walked over to my bare chest and pressed her face down on my breast. She then began to flick my nipple with her tongue. Not only making me moan in pleasure, but getting my nipple incredibly hard. She grabbed the opposite nipple with her fingernails, pinching and flicking it until it was just as hard as the other one. Scarlett got up and walked over to the cabinet above the washing machine, shuffling through the junk to find what she needed. She revealed to clothespins.

I once again groaned as she proceeded to clip them onto my nipples, letting out a grunt with each application.

“Now you won't be getting any ideas.”

For good measure she lashed me one last time in my crotch before leaving me in the laundry room, moaning in pleasure from the nipple clamps.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:24 am

Nice to see some new talent here who knows how to write a good story.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Beeblebrox883 » Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:55 pm

Great story keep up the good work!

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Londit » Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:50 pm

Thank for the second part. Really good job, can't wait to read what's next !

Scarlett (F/M) Part III

Postby Exemble » Sun Jul 19, 2015 7:06 am

“You obviously need a little motivation.” She hadn't been gone for less than five minutes.

She had one of our bowls from the kitchen in hand. She sat down on my lap so I could view the contents, ice cubes. I began to squirm in my chair as she slipped a few down my boxers.

“What's wrong?” I was squirming in my chair trying to escape from the chill.

“Fmmph ymmph.” I tried to curse her through my gag.

She slapped me across the face and got up from my lap. She picked up the belt again and lashed me ten times across the chest. Red streaks across my chest began to appear.

“We're going to have to wash that mouth out with some some soap young man.”

She left the room for a brief moment and came back with a bar of soap from our broom closet. She set it to the side as she undid the microfoam off the pantyhose. The pantyhose was ripped off my head and she swiftly removed the sports bra whilst grabbing the bar of soap. I clamped my mouth shut as she held it up to my mouth.

“You can open your mouth, or I can do this the hard way.” She said, sounding disappointed.

I refused to open my mouth.

“Very well.” She took her fingers and pinched my nose shut, preventing me from breathing. I held my breath as long as I could and try to breathe quickly, but she shoved the soap in too quickly for me to retaliate. Instead of putting the pantyhose back on, she grabbed the ballgag I used yesterday from her pocket as she displayed a sinister smile.

“Nmmmph!” I yelled through the soap, almost spitting it out.

“Ah ah ah, wouldn't want that getting out.” She shoved it farther down my throat.

The ballgag was secured around my head, keeping the taste of the soap over my tongue. The pantyhose was slipped over my head and microfoam reapplied to ensure the ballgag was staying.

“Thanks to that little outburst of yours, you lost your privilege to see honey.” She let out a little laugh.

The microfoam was then applied over my eyes on the pantyhose, blocking any vision to the outside world.

“Now that your gagged and blindfolded, we might as well go all the way.” I worried about what “all the way” might mean.

I heard the door creak closed as I sat there stuck in my bonds, part scared and part turned on.

“Hear we go.” The door creaked open.

I felt her hands stroke me on the cheek.

“You look even better with that blindfold and those nipple clamps.” She grabbed them and wiggled them a little.

Her hand caressed my skin as she stuck her hand up the pantyhose towards my ears.

“Time to shut you completely out from the world.”

“Whmmph?”

I felt foam entering my eardrums as I lost hearing in my left ear.

“Have fun.” She whispered seductively in my right ear, giving it a little lick.

The foam entered the other ear. Blocking all my senses from the outside world, only to be heard by my own thoughts.

I felt a hand quickly brush against my cock, making it even more erect. Unable to relieve myself I rocked back and forth, attempting to do anything to orgasm. I felt the door slam shut, leaving me struggling back and forth with the ice melting in my boxers.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby noyoyo » Mon Jul 20, 2015 9:52 am

Outstanding. This site needs more writers like you.

Scarlett (F/M) Part IV

Postby Exemble » Fri Jul 24, 2015 9:15 am

Sorry about the delay, I'm in the process of moving.
-Exemble

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Dad had brought home Pizza Hut for dinner for everyone. Dad is the best cook in the house, but he never has time thanks to work.

“So how was work?” Scarlett asked, taking a bite of pepperoni.

“Busy as usual, although one of my clients...” I drifted into my own thoughts as he talked about his day.

I continued to think about where she would hide her phone at the end of the day. Then I remembered all about that broken floorboard under my dad's bed. You could very easily open it and no one would even know it was there. She had to be hiding it there, where els-

“Jared!?” I snapped out of it while my dad was yelling at me.

“Yeah?”

“Like I said, how was your day?”

I just looked at Scarlett as she gave a threatening look.

“Pretty uneventful day. I didn't do much today.”

“Did you get around to cleaning the pool today?”

No of course I didn't, I was tied up all day.

“Oh, sorry. I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Just make sure to get it done tomorrow, okay?”

“Don't worry Jim, I will make sure he get's it done tomorrow.” Scarlett chimed in.

“Thanks Scarlett”

We continued to eat our pizza until everyone had finished for the night.

“Jared, if you could please go to your room” Dad told me. “Me and Scarlett would like some alone time.”

They both gave each other sexy looks.

“Sure dad.”

I got up from the table and went to my room. I just sat on my computer finishing up some homework for AP Chemistry and after my report was finished, played some TF2 for a while. Dad and Scarlett were incredibly loud, so I listened to some music, attempting to shut out all the sex noises coming from my living room.

It had finally stopped and I went back to Team Fortress. But before I could even unpause my game, Scarlett burst into my room.

“Do you knock?” I said rudely.

“That's no way to treat your stepmother, now is it Jared?”

“No.” I grumbled.

“Your dad said he wants to watch a movie, you wanna come?” She asked.

As I had nothing better to do, I agreed and began walking out of my room. But Scarlett blocked me in the doorway.

“You know what, you better not” Scarlett said in mocking tone. “You look so tired after all that struggling you did today.”

She grabbed me by the neck and through me onto my bed.

“Wait here.”

She ran down the hall to Dad's bedroom, coming back with some rope and duct tape.

“I thought you could try out some rope, I have been practicing my knot's”

“Can't you just le-” Her hand was clamped over my lips.

“Nope, pet's need to learn there place.” She said. “Just be glad I'm not keeping you in a chair again.”

Her free hand unwrapped the tape off the roll, while letting go of my mouth, the tape was quickly applied around my head. It wasn't very effective without stuffing, but I definitely didn't want my dad hearing my cries for help.

“Spread your arms and legs out.” She commanded.

I obeyed and she tied each limb to the four corners of the bed, tying them just tight enough.

“And for some extra security...”

She loosely tied some rope around my neck, tying the other end to my bed frame. I could barely move my head, it was basically stuck to my pillow.

“Try to get some sleep, Jared.” She said as she flicked the light off. “You have school tomorrow.”

She closed the door, leaving me in the darkness. Along with me trying to get some sleep in my bonds.


For the rest of the week, I was tied pretty much the same way every night. Spread eagle across the bed with tape wrapped around my head. I got use to it so I could sleep well in that position.

She also had said that she would tie me up after I was done with my homework (at least not when dad was home), so I took as long as possible on my homework until Dad got home. By Thursday however, she had caught onto what I was doing and decided to punish me.

I had just driven home in Dad's old truck back from school and grabbed my backpack as I walked into my house. But Scarlett pounced as I walked in and clamped my mouth shut.

“You've been taking an awfully long time on your homework.”

I replied in mmphs and grunts as I tried to free from her grip.

“Maybe it's because you still haven't learned your place.” She said. “So it look's like you aren't getting your homework done tonight.”

I groaned through the gag.

She grabbed some rope she had sitting on a table behind her and forced my hands together, tying my hands together incredibly tight. She grabbed another bundle and forced my elbows together once again. I yelled out in pain.

“You know I wasn't gonna gag you...” She dangled the harness ballgag in front of my face. “…but you just look to cute in one. Plus I won't be hearing any outbursts from you.”

She forced it through my teeth and strapped it incredibly tight around my head. She then brought out a small padlock.

“Just for good measure.” She clipped it around the strap, locking the ballgag in my mouth.

She walked around to my front, giving me a quick slap on the ass on the way. A dog collar was revealed out of her pocket as she strapped it around my neck, along with a small leather leash.

“Let's go.” She said as she tugged on the leash, forcing me to follow her steps.

She led me towards the door to our basement and she walked me down the steps.

“Watch your step.”

I was led down the steps in my bonds as she flicked the light switch on.

“Good thing your dad never comes down here.”

She led me to the center of the cold and damp concrete floor and lay me down. She ungagged me and began to tie my legs together. Securing my ankles, thighs, and knees together. She had dozens of bundles of rope already down here for her use.

“How are you tying me this time?” I said cautiously.

“That's part of the fun isn't? Not knowing what's in store.” She said, surprisingly not gagging me.

She untied my arms and decided to put them in an incredibly tight reverse prayer tie position, and strapping them to my chest with rope.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” I questioned.

“Experience.” She said. “And you should be learning to talk less, as you are going to be gagged for quite some time.”

With my body pretty much completely secure in rope, she slipped her panties off once again. Her hand was stuck down here pants as she shimmied them down her jeans.

“I wore a pair of granny panties, just so I could get some better stuffing for you.”

She stuffed them far down my mouth, making my cheeks bulge.

“You need a tad more stuffing it seems.”

She took her red sweater off she was wearing to reveal a white push up bra to me. My eyes shot wide open and she took notice to my attention.

“I see you like my breasts quite a bit.”

I continued to stare, as she unclipped her bra and revealed her bare perfect breasts. Nice erect nipples, natural and plump, perfect.

“Don't get to use to it.” She stuffed the bra deep down my throat as she slipped her sweater back on, making my cheeks bulge even more. My mouth already felt sore.

She took off her belt, holding her jeans in place, and secured it around my head. The stuffing was definitely staying in.

“I thought I would try something different.”

She knelt next to me with another bundle of rope and tied one end around my neck, while the other was tied around my feet. Placing me into a hogtie position.

Her eyes gazed at me as she took some more pictures of me.

“You know what, suspension is a great idea!”

I tried to utter confusion, the panties and bra blocked any chance of conveying anything.

She grabbed a stepstool from the corner and tied some rope to a hook in the ceiling. I wasn't sure of the original purpose, but I figured out what she was doing to me.

I was picked up by the chest, as she set me on end table she dragged below the hook.

“You're going to look great like this.”

She tied the other end of the rope to the piece stretching across my body and began to hoist me up towards the ceiling. She then tied off the rope as I was around five feet off the ground.

“There.”

I simply grunted through my gag, attempting to curse at her some more.

“Sorry hon, I can't understand you through all those undergarments.”

I swung back and forth from the ceiling.

“Now for your punishment.” As if this humiliation wasn't enough already.

She unbuttoned my shorts, despite my gagged protests. She then pulled down my boxers to reveal my erect cock.

“I've seen bigger.” She said as she began to stroke it.

Drool began pouring out of my mouth along with sexual moans of pleasure.

“Can't let you orgasm, can we?” She let go of my cock as I struggled to relieve myself.

She laughed at my struggles for freedom.

I stared down at her as she pulled out a condom to my shock.

“You'll see.”

She it slipped over my incredibly hard cock and slipped a bullet vibrator down the side. She set it to low. Drool once again began pouring from my mouth.

“It should put you just on the edge of climax.”

I grunted as she sexily laughed at my predicament.

“Now for some more pictures.”
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Jul 25, 2015 4:05 am

Hallo, nice story but this stepmother I would wish nobody.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Lake Lover » Mon Jul 27, 2015 10:57 am

Any one who misses this story is very unlucky. Very, very engrossing. You spin a good tale!

Scarlett (F/M) Part V

Postby Exemble » Tue Jul 28, 2015 8:40 am

Thank you guys for all the wonderful feedback on my story.
-Exemble

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She sat down with me as I swung from the ceiling for a while, adjusting the bullet a few times just to tease me. But after a few hours she left me there to swing helplessly in my basement for another few hours alone. The rope creaking with each swing, my bonds strengthening with each struggle I gave. The bullet vibrator dictating when or if I would ever climax in my predicament (I never actually did).

“You're dad's almost home.” The steps creaked as her heels cascaded down. “So it's time to let you out sadly. Just let this be a lesson to you.”

I was hoisted down from the ceiling and untied from all the rope.

“Now go finish your homework.”


After the brutal bondage she put me through I had learned my lesson. I finished my homework a lot quicker and she tied me up when I was finished. It wasn't as bad as it was in the basement. For the rest of the week she just tied me up spreadeagled once again on my bed or just hands behind my back and ankles tied. Dad didn't have to work this weekend so she left me alone, and it was the perfect time to try and find those pictures.

It was about 3 in the morning as I sneaked into my Dad's bedroom. I could see there bodies under the pillow so I knew they were asleep. I creeped on the floorboards, approaching the loose one I was sure she hid them under. My hands reached for, sliding it up. Sure enough, a flash drive appeared to me. My eyes lit up. Finally, I had her. I slipped it in my pocket and began walking towards the door. Then, out of nowhere, and rag was pressed against my nose as I began to get incredibly drowsy.

“You're dad had to go to the office for a little bit.” A woman's voice said as I drifted off into darkness.


My eyes shot open to a bright light, making me squint. I was completely immobile, rolling from side to side. I looked down at my predicament, wrapped completely in bright pink vet wrap. All except my penis, which hanged out fully erect. My jaw felt sore from a giant 3-inch ballgag placed tightly in my mouth. I continued scanning as I saw Scarlett sitting on a chair in the corner of my room. Completely naked besides a black and red corset around her waist, reading the latest issue of Cosmo.

“Oh, you're awake.” She said as she glanced up from her magazine.

I just stared at her naked body.

“I had a feeling you were going to try looking for those pictures tonight.” She got up from the chair, leaving the magazine on the chair.

She walked towards me, with black flogger in hand as I began to struggle.

“Don't even try.”

She sat her bare ass on my face as she began whipping the flogger at my dick. She did it incredibly hard as I screamed into her ass, gasping for air. She occasionally got up from my face to let me breathe but continued whipping my erect cock.

“You brought this upon yourself.” She said flatly and with a sigh.

I continued screaming through the ball as she whipped my cock. After almost ten minutes of torture she got up from my face.

“You know, your dad and I were going to have a lot of fun tonight,” She said, playing with flogger. “but since he had to go to the office, I figured I would just get the next best thing.”

I moaned in pleasure, I couldn't believe this was happening right now.

She grabbed a condom out from her bag of tricks next to her chair and slipped over my cock.

“Can't be too careful.”

She stood over my cock on the bed.

“Don't you dare fucking cum,” She dominated. “If you do, you're not getting out for the rest of the weekend.”

She lowered her pussy closer as my cock became more erect, pulsing, waiting for her pussy. It was inserted inside her as she began to bounce on my cock, her breasts bouncing along with her. I gave out moans of pleasure as she let out girly, sexy moans. I was in heaven. She continued bouncing and bouncing, getting closer to her climax. She screamed in pleasure as she came, juices squirting out of her as I came inside of her as well. She stopped moaning as she checked the condom.

“Look's like you're going to be mine for the rest of the weekend.” She said as she bit her lip. “Now for some more of your punishment.”

She pulled up the chair next to the bed I was rested on. She grabbed a Hitachi wand out of her bag.

“You're going to watch me.” She pressed the vibrator against her clit and flicking her nipples to get them hard.

She started moaning out in pleasure as I watched her, my cock pulsing, waiting for some kind of relief. I was squirming in my bed, rolling back and forth. But my cock was left untouched. All I could do was squirm in the tape as she orgasmed in her chair.

“You know, if it hadn't been for that one night, you might have never become my pet.” She said as she stood on the side of the bed, stroking my chest. “It's so fun having a prisoner to play with again.”

I sighed in helplessness through my gag.

“Oh don't sound so depressed, at least you get some enjoyment out of this.” She said seductively, as she slowly stroked my cock. “But it's mostly for my enjoyment.”

She casually slapped it with her hand.

“Your dad might be her soon, so I need to hide you again.”

I grovelled through my gag.

“You won't be hidden long, I told you're dad I had to run errands all day. We can have some more fun then.” She smiled as she walked away from the bed. “I think I'll throw you in the back of my Camaro for the night, that way your ready for tomorrow.”

I yelled through my gag.

“Plmmph nmmph!!!”

“Sorry hon, then I don't have to sneak you by your father tomorrow.”

She carried me in her arms, using her feet to knock open the doors, along with my cock flapping about every step of the way. We entered the very chill garage (thanks to it being a fall night), and she set me on the back of the Camaro.

“I forgot my keys, so just wait here a sec,” She gazed at me a second “Then again you won't be going anywhere without my consent.”

She ran back into the house for her keys and she came back with a sheet and duct tape.

“Just so you stay warm.”

The trunk was lifted open and I was set inside. The sheet was wrapped around me, making me only able to see the light through the thin fabric. I heard the duct tape ripping as the sheet gripped against my body.

“Nighty night, but don't worry Jared,” Scarlett whispered into my ear. “I'll be back in a few hours, and we'll get to be alone again.”

The trunk was slammed shut, leaving me in the dark wrapped in vet wrap. All I could do was moan and roll.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Septimus7 » Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:11 am

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Scarlett (F/M) Part VI

Postby Exemble » Wed Aug 05, 2015 2:16 pm

I woke up to the sound of an engine rumbling and the trunk was opened.

“It'll be a short trip, don't worry.” The sheet was removed and I could see again. “But I can't forget my tools.”

A large suitcase was placed next to me as she smirked and shut the trunk. I felt the rumble of the road beneath the car. I bounced up and down along the way, my cock still out and pulsing. All I could do is groan. No one could hear me over the growl of car engines. I lay in the truck for only ten minutes before the engine stopped. I waited for another five before the car was turned on and seemed to only move a few feet. The trunk was opened and Scarlett in a white t-shirt (which you could clearly see her nipples through) and athletic shorts was in the rain.

“I got us a room at Super 8 so we wouldn't be disturbed.”

She first grabbed the suitcase, taking it into the room (right on the edge of the side entrance). She ran back, looked both ways and hoisted me out of the car. She closed the trunk and grabbed me by my cock.

“Hurry the fuck up!” She yelled, using it as a leash to pull me.

I hopped desperately along with her as she kept scanning her surroundings making no one saw her prisoner. I hobbled into the room and she slammed the door shut with a look of relief on her face.

“That was pretty close.”

She opened the door and slipped the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the handle.

“Wouldn't want anyone interrupting us.” She smirked.

She grabbed my neck and threw me on the bed. My motionless body bounced around and slammed on the floor with a thud.

“I think it's time for a new tie...” She said, thinking of what to do next.

I heard the suitcase open (I didn't see what was inside), and she brought out and unmarked tinted bottle and rag.

“It's much easier on both of us if I just chloroform you.”

I began squirming and yelling into my gag.

“You better get used to it.” She uttered as my eyelids slipped over my eyes.


I blinked a few times as my eyes began to focus on what was going on. I felt my ankles shift together, making them immobile. I wasn't exactly surprised at this point. Trapped in rope, with my jaw feeling sore. She had actually placed a mirror on the bed so I could see my predicament. My mouth was held wide open thanks to the spider gag she put in, along with my elbows and wrists trapped in rope tightly. Along with being nude and my rock hard erection pressed against the front of the bed.

“It's nice chloroforming you, it's much quicker.” Scarlett pushed her hair out of her eyes as she got up.

She was wearing a shiny black latex catsuit. My eyes stare at her goddess like beauty in the mirror. Slightly zipped down to show some very teasing cleavage. Her erect nipples showing through the thin latex.

“You like it?” She said as she admired herself. “I was afraid it wouldn't fit, I bought it quite a few years ago. But I guess it doesn't matter what you think.”

She laughed at her own joke as she went into the bathroom and came back with a strap-on attached to her groin. My eyes shot open and I began struggling once again.

“Why do you even do that?” She said with a puzzled look. “Haven't you accepted yourself as my little plaything yet? Why waste energy struggling.”

She approached my head, still struggling and grabbed my hair.

“Suck it, bitch!” She shoved my mouth into the cock.

I couldn't even prevent it thanks to the spider gag.

“I said suck it!” She began moving my head up and down the 13-incher.

I sucked on the strap-on.

“That's good.” She moaned, fingering herself with her free hand.

She continued to make me suck on the strap-on for four minutes and then she stepped back and unzipped a small zipper on the catsuit, revealing her wet vagina. She sat on my head.

“Lick it.”

I began to lick her pussy as she furiously stroked the strap-on, moaning in pleasure as if it was her own. Her juices leaked all over my face. I continued to lick until she let out a cry, signaling her orgasm and her juices erupted over my face. I moaned through the spider gag as well.

“Man, you're a much better slave than I ever thought you would be.” She said as she flipped me over on the edge of the bed, putting my ass up in the air. “But we haven't utilized everything you have to offer.”

She smirked in the mirror, as I knew what was coming and I protested through my gag. She smacked my bottom and I shut up.

“Awww, don't tighten up on me.” She pulled out an average sized dildo and inserted into my asshole. I yelped in pain as she slowly inserted it. “There we go.”

The dildo was penetrating me repeatedly as I simply groaned in pain, trapped in tight bonds.

“Nice and open now.” I felt the strap-on become inserted.

My hair was grabbed as she began fucking me. My asshole hurting with each hump, grunting through my gag with no hope.

“Fucking take it you bitch.” She continued.

I almost grew to like it and began to moan in ecstasy.

“Look's like our little bitch is coming to enjoy her training.” Scarlett continued, her long luxurious hair flying around with each thrust.

All I could do was enjoy it.

She continued to penetrate me for almost twenty minutes. After that, she began to slow down each thrust and wiped sweat off of her forehead.

“Man, that's hard work.” She slid down the dresser on to the floor.

Sitting down for a rest, she grabbed her bottle of water off the floor and gargled it down. She looked at me, shaking and grunting in my bonds. She proceeded to get up, her ballet boots creaking with each step.

“You want some water?”

I furiously nodded yes.

“Okay.” She splashed it in my face. Letting out an evil laugh.

She glanced at the clock beside me on the bed.

“Oh shit, I actually have to go pick up some groceries!” She ran to the bathroom and changed into a sweatshirt and sweat pants.

She looked back at the clock and looked at her suitcase.

“Just to keep you occupied...” She flung the suitcase open, revealing a treasure trove of devices that shocked me.

Dildos of all sizes, nipple clamps, a few strap-ons, condoms, lube, vibrators off all kinds, paddles, whips, crops, what seemed to be even electro shock equipment, tape, rope, and some stuff I had no clue. She grabbed her Hitachi and a roll of duct tape. I was stood up on my feet in the rope as she made me hop over to the wall. My erect cock was grabbed and placed against my stomach, somewhat painfully. The tape was unrolled between her teeth and she wrapped the tape around my stomach, forcing my penis against it uncomfortably. The Hitachi was plugged and she waved it around with a seductive look. Turning it on low, she applied it to my taped penis. Making me moan, she taped it against the penis, locking it in place.

“You know, since you've been such a good pet, I'm gonna let you orgasm.” The vibrator was switched on high as I let out incredibly loud moans of pleasure.

Scarlett let out a little girly laugh of joy.

“Have fun, and don't go anywhere.”

I heard the door slam shut as I was left in my predicament, moaning. But then I heard something.

“Yooou, lift my heart uup...” It was Latch. What the hell…

Her phone was lighting up on the TV center.
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Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Caesar » Thu Aug 06, 2015 2:51 pm

Amazing story, please continue soon
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby HumHumming » Fri Aug 07, 2015 1:38 am

Love it! Please continue!

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby HumHumming » Fri Aug 07, 2015 1:38 am

Love it! Please continue!

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby tightbound » Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:19 am

Liked it a lot plz cont.

Scarlett (F/M) Part VII

Postby Exemble » Wed Dec 02, 2015 4:28 pm

I let out a yell of shock through the gag, as I finally had a chance to get the pictures. The vibrator buzzed as my feet made thuds sounds, stomping on the floor in a bunny hop. The vibrator cord unplugged itself from the wall as I approached the phone on the TV center.

The phone had stopped ringing as I turned around, making it reachable with my bound hands. My fingers clenched the Samsung's plastic case as my head turned around, attempting to view the screen. Passcode.

“Shimmph” I said through my gag.

I had no clue what it was, I fumbled my bound hands and attempted to enter her birth date. Nothing. 1234? Nope, she wasn't that dumb. I smashed the keyboard best I could with bound hands until it was locked for twenty minutes.

“Housekeeping!” There was a knock on the door.

My head shot up towards the door, as another knock pounded through the door. My legs hopped as fast as they could to the door. My eye pressed up against the peephole. A small woman, slightly overweight, in a blue polo shirt was standing in front of the door with a cart behind her. I laughed with joy through my gag, but my hope evacuated my mind.

“Don't you see the si-” Scarlett yelled on the other side of the door.

She saw the sign had fell off and slipped it back on the door handle.

Before I could see anymore I hopped back to the bed, throwing Scarlett's phone on the bed and positioning myself on top. The electronic lock gave off a beep as I hoped to god she wouldn't be looking for her phone.

“Jared?” The door slammed shut.

I gave out a yell through my gag, letting her know I was here.

She walked out from the main hallway in her hoodie and sweat pants, paper bags set in hand.

“I left my phone behind, so I finished up quickly.” A siren went off in my head.

Her head had turned toward the TV center, reaching for her phone.

“That's odd...” She gave me an angry look.

“You wouldn't happen to know anything about the location of my phone, would you?” She asked as she sat next to me, stroking my stomach.

I nodded no, but her face gave a look of disbelief. Without breaking her gaze with me, she picked up the hotel phone on the end table and began to dial her number.

Please be quiet, please be quiet. I begged in my head.

“Yoou, lift my heart uup...” The music began to play, only slightly muffled by my flesh.

She quickly rolled me over, her nails digging into my back.

“You little bitch...” She snatched her phone and gave me a look of anger. “You just had to poke your nose where it didn't belong.”

I must have showed my terror.

“You better be fucking scared.”

She grabbed me, her nails once again digging into my skin. She positioned me upright on my feet as she relentlessly ripped the tape off my cock, causing me to grunt in pain. She threw the Hitachi to the ground, grabbed me by the shoulders, and stared me right in the face.

“You really thought you could get out of this?” She sadistically said to me, close enough to smell her breath.

Her knee came up quickly, thrashing me in the testicles. I screamed out in pain, trembling to the floor as my balls echoed with pain. As I lay on my side on the carpeted floor, her sneaker collides with my gut, causing another yelp in pain. Scarlett knelt next to me as I cried in pain.

“You can't. You will be my slave, whether you want to or not.” She said with a psychotic flatness.

She stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

“I hope not to do this next time.” She said with a sigh. “I was having so much fun with you today.”

The bathroom door slammed shut as I winced in pain, tears flowing down my face.

Why even bother fighting this? Seriously, why? She was taking over my life, keeping me her prisoner. But I somewhat was starting to enjoy, the helplessness, the constant pleasure. Maybe I deserved thi-

“We're going home.” Scarlett said, coming out of the bathroom in her athletic shorts and t-shirt.

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby CHillDice » Wed Oct 12, 2016 3:01 pm

LOVE this story. Keep up the amazing work!!! Loving the use of tape, and how she called you her. Those little touches are great!!
You got to ro ooo ooll me, and call me THE TUMBLING DICE!!!

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby Cavemanmc » Mon Nov 28, 2016 9:14 pm

What a FANTASTIC story!! Do continue.

Re: Scarlett (F/M)

Postby GalacticDwarf » Thu Dec 08, 2016 12:46 am

this amazing please keep going