Back In The Saddle Again. . .

Well, it has been awhile, but I have finally started writing again. Yesterday I completed 2 pages and I hope to do the same today. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it is for me considering that I haven't written word one for nearly six months. So I hope to make it more of a habit and get things completed. For now though, the fact that I am writting anything is a good thing.

It hailed here yesterday with stones as large as marbles and it tore up the gardens pretty bad. So later today I will be out there getting some cleaning up done. Fortunately, there was no damage to the roof or my car.

Take care and play safe

Yes, I Am Alive

It has been quite sometime since my last post and the number of words written on any of my stories would equal that of the Sunday comics. The responsibilities of my new position are huge and I am quite exhausted at the end of my work day and things around the house are not much better, now that spring is here and the lawn and gardens beckon.

I hope to find some writing time soon. The bug is getting to me and not being able to write is getting to be annoying (I am sure it is for you people too.) So, I hope you can wait a little bit longer before stoning me.

Take care,

T.S.

Why I haven't been around

As you have noticed, I haven't posted in awhile. This is because my new responsibilities take a good portion of my time, much more than my previous ones. My writing has come to a virtual halt. It isn't that I have writer's block or I have a lack of material, it is just that at the end of my working day I am so damn tired and weekends are now spent catching up on everthing else.

That being said, I am hoping to squeeze in some writing time this week. I need to complete 'Summer Project' and I need to finish 'Breaking Bread' so I can post them.

That is is for now. Everyone take care.

T.S.

Slaving Away

Well, I have got several more pages written for 'Breaking Bread' and the latest chapter to 'Summer Project'. Both are going well and I hope to complete them by the end of this month. 'Breaking Bread' is a fun self-bondage tale that came about while I was using my bread machine. I don't do a lot of self-bondage stories, but this one just sort-of started writing itself.

'On French Soil' will be the next project I need to tackle, at least add another chapter or two. It is one of those stories I have to re-read in order to get back into the 'style' of the tale.

On a side note, as I was writing 'Breaking Bread', my mind wandered a bit to remembering one of the sexiest bondage photographs I had ever seen. It was one of a young Michelle Bauer, nude, gagged and hogtied on the carpeted floor. The black-and-white photo was taken by Sean Harper and, to me, the essence of what bondage is. I was in college when I saw it for the first time and the image is still as sharp in my mind as the first time I saw it in the pages of the adult magazine.

It is funny how some things stick with you.

Take care

T.S.

Pain

Pain, for me, is a very hard subject to deal with. Personally, I really don't enjoy inflicting it in my personal life. There are other, subtle tortures I like to inflict on my partners (tickling and teasing, to name a couple). I have known 1 or two 'pain sluts' in my wanderings, but on some deep level I never understood it. From an intellectual standpoint, I know about the release of endorphins and how that 'high' is what that sub is looking for. For me, however, pain is pain and usually to be avoided.

Now, I have used floggers in a limited way, adjustible clamps as well as candle wax; all of these with great moderation. I have professional training in the use of the whip but I would never use one on a human being. I could also see myself spanking or paddling someone.

That being said, you can know see how it affects my writing. I very rarely use pain as a substitute for pleasure in my stories and that is the reason why.

Take care

T.S.

A Word About Gags

Okay, you have noticed by now that a lot of my stories use gags. For me, I love the sounds a woman makes while gagged. Of the few I have had the pleasure of gagging, I found they were more vocal with the gag than without. I have never been really turned on by 'dirty talk' and the gag also eliminates that as well.

When playing, it is hard to have a safe word when gagged, so we usually use a hummed song to let the other know that something is wrong.

There is also a huge variety of gags on the market now, not just the old red ball gag. Some are more effective than others and some allow some oral play while still inhibiting 'free speech'.

If you have a gag story you would like to share, please feel free to post it here or e-mail me. I would love to hear it.

Take care and play safe,

T.S.

Weekend Plans

This weekend I am hoping to get done the last chapter of 'Summer Project' and perhaps complete a short self-bondage piece. I also hope to work on parts of the new sequel book 'Revealing Summer' as well. Of course, some chores may get in the way, but mornings tend to be my writing time ( I am a morning person by nature).

Things are hugely hectic at work right now and I do not see that changing in the near future. That means very little writing during the week proper..

The 'Consensual vs Non-Consenual' informal survey hasn't been added to in awhile. Please feel free to add your comments to it: Fesseln's Fiction September 2008. I do read everyone's comments and e-mails.

Take care

T.S.

Ideas

So, some of you might be wondering where do I come up with ideas. Most of the time they just pop into my twisted gray matter like a thorny rose. Other times, a reader might make a suggestion that starts to take on a life of it's own. Today, I was typing on Chapter 23 of 'Summer Project' while I was baking some bread when a story idea just flowered. In fact, I stopped what I was working on and started the new story before the thought disappeared into the ether.

At times it may seem that I am ignoring any ideas or suggestions you may have made, but in truth, they may be aging quietly until the right story come along. So please, feel free to e-mail me any suggestions you may have.

Take care and have a wonderful new year.

T.S.

Resolutions

So, it's that time of year to wipe the slate clean and plan for a brand spanking new year and that includes writing; in specific, my bondage writings. My work schedule has calmed down a bit though it is still very stressful, to say the least. I won't go into details, but the next few months will test my mettle.

First, I will complete the first 'book' of The Summer Project. I am actually hoping to do this by the end of January. I have an outline of what I want to occur during the next chapter or two (I am still wavering whether or not I can get it all done in one chapter or two). I will also complete a few chapters of the next 'book' tentatively entitled 'Revealing Summer', but that could change before posting.

I am also going to take time to revisit 'On French Soil'. It is long overdue and I need to add several more chapters as well trying to do the same with 'Wrath'.

My electronic vault of started short stories is also rather cramped, so I need to finish some of those.

In short, I need to finish stuff.

That doesn't mean I won't get side-tracked by a new project that happens to emerge from my rather twisted gray matter. That happens more than I would rather admit.

If there is any other stories/sequels you would like to see written, please let me know.

Take care and I wish you a safe and wonderful new year.

T.S.

Chapter 22 Of 'The Summer Project' Posted

Greetings,

My proofreader has sent back the chapter and the final touches have been corrected. Now the chapter is in the hands of the various webmasters to post. You should be seeing it soon at your favorite site. As always, if you can;t find it within the next couple weeks, let me know and I will direct you where you can find it or send you a copy.

Take care,

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 22

Chapter 22 of Summer Project is finally completed and is now awaiting it's final proofing. I have modified my chapter 'plan' a bit so you readers can expect to find two more chapters before winding up this first 'book' of the series. There is no way I can complete what I want to complete in a single chapter.

I am really quite sorry for not completing a christmas tale. As it is, things in my life have taking a very hectic turn.

take care and I hope to be posting soon.

T.S.

Where have I been?

Life takes strange twists and turns and I have found myself in the midst of such. As I have said earlier, the crash of my computer was a bit more severe than I had intially thought, so I am having to restructure it to make it mine again. And, of course, that is taking time. Also, I now have a new work schedual that is a bit more pressing than before, leaving less time to write, especially such stories I do for the pleasure of it. So, for all my planned writings for this month, I do not see any hopes of completeing for the holiday season as my workload is huge.

I will try to complete the latest chapter of 'Summer Project' soon and perhaps work on a new story.

As always, take care

T.S.

X-mas Time Approacheth

The snows and cold of winter is here and Denver is expecting below zero temperatures overnight. I plan to do some writing next week, but my annual Christmas story will not be occuring this holiday season unless something spectacular happens. However, Burping Frog does publish in e-book form a collection of seasonal tales, including some exclusive ones, to warm your winter nights.

I am hoping to get the next to last chapter done of 'Summer Project.' Think of it as sort-of a Christmas gift.

As always, take care

T.S.

Post Crash Living

First the good news: It seems none of my work was lost during the crash, since it was fried RAM chips that did the honors of making my system inoperable. All my writings up until that point are there so I can being where I left off. The bad news is that I am REALLY far behind in my writing, both for you and my other audiences. I rely on my Dell quite a bit and having her sick the way she was, well, put me in a lurch. However, Ms. Computer is better now so I hope to get some writing done in the quiet of Sunday morning.

I the rush in getting you guys up to speed, I lost several comments that were posted during my abscence. I you could re-post them, I would be grateful.

I do not know if I will get a Christmas story out this year, but I will try.

As always, take care

T.S.

The Big Crash

I am sorry for not updating you sooner, but the blue screen of death visited my system a few weeks ago and I am now just getting back to 'normal'. Needless to say, none on my planes for this month will come to fruition, but I hope to get to writing again as soon as I can.

as always, take care

T.S.

Two New Polls and Progress on Chapter 22

I have added a new poll, something a little bit fun. I hope you take second to fill it out. Chapter 22 of 'Summer Project is going well and I hope to complete it in the next week or two, depending on what is going on here. The other poll I added is about a 'Summer Project' character some of you have expressed your opinions about.

Take care

T.S.

What's Next. . .

I hope all of you had a frightfully grand Halloween. This year it was staying at home and passing out the treats to little jedi's and zombies. The storm here a few days ago must have scared a few off, however,, since there were fewer knocking on the door. Oh well, more Mounds bars for me.

So what is next? Well, another chapter to 'Summer Project' and another stand alone as well, probably one of the challenges. Christmas is closing in as well and perhaps we will see what is on Brandi's wish list.

I hope you enjoyed Gromet's Halloween page.

Take care

T.S.

A Grand All Hallow's Eve

I hope tonight is a haunting and safe holiday for you. As a treat, I am posting below 'Coffin Duty',

Enjoy.


COFFIN DUTY

(A Sequel Of Sorts For A New Haunt)

T.S. FESSELN

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.

Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.


“I’m here,” Brandy bubbled as she came through the old farmhouse door.

God, she had waiting for this all year. Halloween had always been a magical time of year for her, with goblins and graveyards and haunted houses transforming neighborhoods into ghastly haunts. But last Halloween transformed it into something more wondrous than she had possibly dreamed of.

Last Halloween, within the very walls where she was now standing, Brandy was introduced into the world bondage.

It had been a misunderstanding that had at first terrified Brandy, but after her first orgasm while being bound, she became addicted. It didn’t take her long to get up-to-speed about strapados and frog-ties and safe words. Now leather manacles and rubber ball gags were part of her toy box beneath her bed at home.

This Halloween the blonde dressed herself in a very tight-fitting angel’s costume; resplendent with white fishnet stockings, four-inch heels and a pair of delicate angel wings. The white opera gloves she had bought separately as well as the glittery halo. She was just about as picture perfect as an erotic angel could be.

It was a shame, really, to mess it up with a few bloody stains.

Aside from bondage, the ‘Body Farm’ haunted house had become her other passion. Her boyfriend had dropped her for some other blonde that had milder sexual desires so the bondage club and its fund-raisers had become her refuge outside of work. The club members more than fulfilled her needs and they also provided her with a family of sorts; A wonderfully perverse family who understood her desires and limits.

The members listened to her ideas as she tried to explain how she felt when she first was exploring the old farmhouse last year. It was like one was one of those stupid teens investigating one of the favorite hunting spots of a maniac. And they actually listened to Brandy and took some of ideas and transformed them into a gore-staged reality, including a nightmare of a maze in the cornfield out back.

“God, you look even better than you did last Halloween,” Grant said, his dark eyes grinning as his eyes caressed Brandy’s six-foot frame.

“Thanks, and you look as maniacal as usual,” Brandy smiled.

And Grant did, his well-muscled frame was costumed again in a bloody pair of bib overalls and his plaid shirt sleeves were soaked in red. Grant never really forgave himself for what happened last Halloween until Brandy let him tie her up again in the privacy of her apartment, where she thanked him in more intimate ways for accidently introducing her into this erotic world of ligotage.

“So what do you have planned for me?” Brandy asked lasciviously licking her lips.

“Something very special,” a woman said from behind.

Brandy turned to see Cindy, the brunette she first saw hogtied on the dining room table. She was dressed as a rather slinky, Addams family-like witch.

“Does your husband know where you are?” Brandy grinned and hugged her.

“I think so,” Cindy replied. Her husband was the one that owned the old farmhouse that the club now called home.

“Where is he?” Brandy asked.

“Not really sure, but I am sure he is doing something he thinks is important. So how are you doing?”

“Hanging in there.”

Cindy nodded, “Things usually change for the better, girl-friend. Now let’s go see what my husband and Grant have planned for you to do.”

Brandy followed Cindy and Grant out to the weathered, gothic-looking barn. The October sun was still out, silhouetting the structure, but not for much longer. Sunset was just an hour or so away. The cool air smelled of autumn and harvests. It was going to be a great opening night for the house.

Inside the barn was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger.

Brandy continued to follow the pair through a narrow corridor of curtains to the back of the barn. There, under an old army-surplus tent, were several coffins and a couple of fresh graves dug into the earth. One coffin held a headless teenage corpse. Others were closed. Grant stopped at a stack of the caskets, the top one having its lid open.

“You pulled coffin duty tonight,” Grant smiled, “Lucky you.”

Brandy looked at the plain pinewood box crestfallen, “You mean I get to play a corpse all night?”

“No, it’s much more than that,” Grant smiled.

Then, with the speed of two ravenous jaguars, both Grant and Cindy pounced on Brandy. The blonde let out a scream, but it was quickly muffled by a foam Nerf ball being crammed between her teeth. As Brandy struggled in Grants grip, Cindy quickly cinched Brandy’s wrists in front and tied them tightly together. The brunette repeated the process with the blonde’s ankles, making her unable to really put up any kind of struggle.

“Now, girl-friend, you can make this easy or you can make this hard or you can stop it all right here and I will take your place inside this coffin,” Cindy said, looking into the blonde’s eyes, “Do you want us to stop?”

Brandy paused a moment. She really hadn’t expected to be bound up tonight, even though she was an attractive blonde in the company of bondage aficionados. But it might be fun, being on display while struggling in her bindings.

The blonde shook her head no.

“Are you going to give us any problems getting you into the coffin?”

Brandy smiled around her gag and nodded yes, renewing her struggles even harder than before.

“Thought so,” Cindy said as she went to grab Brandy’s roped ankles, pulling them out from under her.

The blonde girl screamed anew as Grant held the struggling angel underneath her arms and Cindy her legs, lifting Brandy up into the box. As she was plopped in, Brandy noticed several eye-bolts anchored in the casket’s sides. With another coil of rope, the brunette lashed Brandy’s ankles to the foot of the coffin.

After making sure that their captive’s legs were fully pinned, Cindy helped Grant pull Brandy’s wrists up and in back of her head. Quickly Cindy undid another coil of rope and draped it over the back of Brandy’s neck, running both ends under her arm and tying the end off behind her back just beneath her ruffled wings to form a harness of rope. Another sort length of rope lashed Brandy’s wrists to the harness; her hands pinned behind her neck.

Brandy continued to struggle as she became more and more helpless. She was already feeling the tingly warmth of being helpless and she was sure that that sensation would become more pronounced as the haunted house opened and she was on display.

Grant gently pushed her down into the coffin while his brunette cohort tied each of the bucking blonde’s elbows to the eye-bolts at the head of the casket. Again, Cindy made sure that all of her knots would hold before stepping back to enjoy the view.

“My don’t you look yummy, girlfriend,” Cindy smirked, ”Now, I’ll leave you two alone while I find out what I’m supposed to do tonight. I am sure that Grant will take good care of you.”

Bound in her coffin, Brandy really couldn’t see much more than the top of the tent and the dim bulb spotlighting her. She could lift herself up just a tad but she could barely look over the edge where she saw Grant in his bloody overalls preparing something.

Grant turned around and caught Brandy watching him. Brandy saw that he had a roll of duct tape in his hands.

“Comfortable?” Grant asked.

Brandy paused again then nodded. There was some padding on the bottom of the casket and the position wasn’t going to be too stressful on her.

“Good. Now let’s make that gag a little more permanent.”

Grant ripped a swatch of tape off and pressed it over the blonde’s lips, repeating it again with two or three more pieces until her lips were sealed shut.

“Now, the plan is as groups come through, you are going to struggle as I nail the coffin shut as if I was going to bury you alive. There will be other members mixed in some of the groups, disguised as customers, and I will menace them and grab them for one of the other coffins. All the while, you will be struggling to get free, which, of course, you won’t.”

Brandy nodded. It was going to be fun to be part of a haunted house this year.

“Now, let’s get you a little more ready.”

Gently Grant began to massage Brandy’s breasts through the white satin costume, pinching her now erect nipples and sending a hot pulse of pleasure through her. Again, she hadn’t planned on ‘playing’ tonight but she was in no position to argue now. That’s one of the things she loved about bondage, the ability to free herself to enjoy. She knew she could stop him at anytime with humming a song, but why ruin the mood. Soon she found herself moaning as Grant continued his caressing.

His hands worked their magic over her body, touching and rubbing all the right places except for between her legs. Brandy rocked her hips, trying to get him to pay attention there and to let her relieve the pressure building up inside of her.

Finally, Grant’s finger’s pressed down on her sex, rubbing her snatch through the satin. Like all of her costumes in her closet, she had purchased them through an adult store so that there was an ease of getting to certain places. Grant soon found the snaps and peeled back the fabric to bare her pussy.

Brandy moaned louder through her gag as his fingers slipped up and down her already moistened slit, carefully missing her swollen clit. Her hips began to match his rhythm, then he stopped.

The blonde opened her eyes and mewled her displeasure.

“Just a second, Brandy,” Grant said.

Brandy felt Grant working on something beneath the coffin. She struggled up to see when Grant got up with a large gel vibrator, one of those that had a separate vibe that nestled on top of the clit. She also noticed a bare steel button on that part of the device. She watched in fascination as he coated the blue gel vibe generously with KY before holding it up to her for inspection.

“Open wide,” Grant grinned.

Brandy opened her legs as wide as she could as she felt the vibrator being nudged between her swollen lips. Slowly it began to fill her as Grant eased it in fully. When he was sure it was in as far as Brandy could take it, he stretched her costume over it and snapped it shut, forcing the vibe to stay within her.

Grant disappeared below again and soon the captive angel felt the low hum of the vibrator inside of her, sending another hot pulse of bliss rushing through her.

“If got this thing rigged to an old sewing machine pedal, Brandy,” Grant told her, “So when I press down, the bigger the buzz.”

And Grant did just that. The vibrator roared to life inside her; a eruption of molten joy engulfed her as she bucked inside the coffin.

Then it went back to a slow hum.

“Well, kiddo, I have a few more things to get ready before we open. See you in a bit,” Grant said before kissing her on her forehead and disappearing.

The slow hum of her friend did nothing more than keep her fires lit. She could feel an orgasm welling-up inside her but she was helpless to do anything about it except to trying and press herself against something to get herself off.

But it wasn’t happening.

“It’s show time!” Grant said when he returned.

Brandy didn’t know how long he was gone, but it had been entirely too long. She had managed a small orgasm while he was away, but nothing fully satisfying. She tried to mewl her need to Grant, but he ignored her as he practiced looking like a maniacal axe murderer.

“Wha’cha lookin’ at?” Grant bellowed as he began to put the coffin lid down over Brandy.

Just then the vibrator wailed inside of her, causing her to scream with pleasure through her gag. She bucked and cried as wave after white hot wave crushed her beneath its rapture.

Then she felt the prick of an electric spark against her clit.

The near pain sent another orgasmic spiral rending through her, so much so that she thought that she was going to cause the coffin to fall over.

The vibrator then dimmed to a slow hum again.

“Damn, girl, that was perfect,” Grant exclaimed, “keep it up!”

Brandy didn’t know if she could keep it up but before she could moan her reply, another group came through and the vibe was once again raging inside of her as she bucked against another orgasm.

The blonde lost all track of time. There was some pauses while the groups went through when Grant would grab a club member and bind them into another coffin; all while scaring the rest of the group down to the cornfield maze. Finally the vibrator went silent.

“So, girlfriend, how was your first night of coffin duty?” Cindy asked.

Brandy weakly nodded her head, completely drained from four hours of struggles and climaxes. She felt her bindings lashing her ankles and elbows to the casket being untied before being lifted out. The cool of the night air let Brandy know just how damp her costume had become as she was seated on one of the sealed caskets. She just closed her eyes and let the strains of the night echo through her as she waited to have the ropes untied from her ankles and wrists.

Then Brandy felt a collar being fastened around her neck.

The blonde’s eyes flew open as Grant fastened a leash onto her collar while Cindy looked on with her husband Hugh beside her.

“You volunteered for the whole weekend, Brandy,” Grant grinned, giving her lead a slight tug, “Now the only question is, do I take you back to your place or mine?”


-the end-

Gromet's Halloween

A eerie darkness has descended on Gromet's Plaza and all kinds of haunting tales on bondage can be found there, including 'Coffin Duty' and 'Closure'. Other Haunting tales of mine you can find buried in the internet include: A Trick And A Treat, A New Haunt, The Masque, and The Lion's Mouth. Enjoy and have a safe Halloween.

T.S.

Summer Project Chapter 21 Posted

I have sent off this morning the latest chapter of 'Summer Project' to various websites to be posted. Depending on the site, it may take a week or two to show. If you have trouble finding it, please let me know and I will make sure that you find it.

T.S.