Now just for the editing. . .

Chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' is done and is in the hands of a proof reader better than myself. When the corrected chapter returns and I make the necessary changes/corrections, it will be posted to the various websites that host my work.

I intend on working a little on both 'A Work Of Art' and 'Speaking Volumns'.

As always, take care,

T.S.

In The Quiet Of The Morning

It is obvious by now that I didn't get chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' done. It is nearly complete and I am hoping that in the quiet of the morning tomorrow to complete it and send it off for proofing. I have also begun work on the location challenge and have the story outlined as well as the first page completed.

I am mostly disappointed in myself for not getting it completed. I can usually set deadlines for myself and complete them, but this weekend time seemed to slip through my fingers like so much sand. So tomorrow, when the first sunlight begins to spread through the house and the only sounds are the songs sung by birds and the occasional car starting for the commute to work, I hope to be plugging away on my computer to finally put to bed chapter 19 so it tasks me no more.

Then I will set my sights on finishing 'A Work Of Art' and all of it's endings.

Take care

T.S.

The Mind Of Fesseln part D

As I finish up the latest chapter of 'Summer Project', I thought I would take a little bit of time about how I go about my thoughts on developing a character.

I hate cardboard cut-out characters. Granted, writing this stuff isn't high literature, but if you are going to put something out there for the public, you should make a decent effort to make the characters seem real. When I develop a character I keep in mind not only looks but also personality. Are they fun-loving? Grumpy and timid? What does a character like versus what they can't stand. For me, they are the story because without them, it is just an empty room.

When I make a character, I actually look at a specific model and try to describe them the way I see them. The personality develops from there and doesn't have to necessarily mesh with looks. A woman can be submissive or a tiger, depending on what the story needs. Adding little touches such as what they like to wear or their favorite smell makes the story believable.

So which character is your favorite or most memorible? Please let me know.

As I have said before, I am trying to finish up chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' so it can go on to the proof reader so I can get it posted by this weekend (with any luck).

Take care

T.S.

Twitter

Okay, I have done it. I have joined the ranks of thousands that twitter. I guess that it is the best medium to try to have discussions at a later time or something like that. Perhaps even schedule a time for just that if any of you so desire. The name is T.S. Fesseln.

I am feeling much better now and I hope to complete Chapter 19 perhaps as soon as Sunday, but I don't want to push myself. But sometime next week I should have it completed.

Please feel free to comment and take the consensual vs non-consenual survey:Fesseln's Fiction September 2008. I have also updated the stories list.

My next major project is finishing 'A Work Of Art' and all of it's endings so you can choose which one you like the best.

As always, take care

T.S.

Even the best laid plans. . .

Well, I had meant to finish up chapter 19 of 'Summer Project', but one of the most insidious things on the planet has gotten to me, the summer cold. So, the odds are not favorable that I will complete it by this weekend. But who knows, between bouts of coughing and sneezing I may pull it off. But, I thought it better that you should know now and not be disappointed come this weekend.

Take care

T.S.

Sequels

I have received various feedbacks concerning 'sequels' to stories I have written recently, chiefly 'Bounding Main' and 'Walking The Line'. Both lend themselves easily to follow-up stories, but as I pointed out earlier, time is limited. If I were to do one after finishing the sequel to 'Maid Requested', which of the two stories would you like to see a sequel to: 'Bounding Main' or 'Walking The Line'?

I will work on finishing up Chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' tomorrow and hopefully post it this weekend.

take care

T.S.

The Mind Of Fesseln part D

Time. That is why it takes so long to see a story or chapter come to fruition. On average, when given a block of time that is not consumed with chores around the house, I write about 1/2 a page an hour. Of course, that is the actual writing. When doing stories like 'On French Soil' or 'Bounding Main', there is a certain amount of research that goes on as well. In 'Bounding Main', even though I have sailed, I have never sailed the size of boat in the story nor have I ever sailed on Lake Mead. So in order to make the story credible, I had to do a little research.

Stories like 'Summer Project' tend to take less time researching, but occasionally I will place characters in situations that I myself have not experienced so I rely of what experiences other people have had. Long stories like 'Summer Project' also have outlines, a skeleton, on which to build the story so it has continuity of plot.

I have started 'Speaking Volumns', the first of the setting challenges and have started getting Chapter 19 done of 'Summer Project'.

Please feel free to add settings and make comments.

Take care

T.S.

The Bounding Main

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.



Spring fever had hit Gina hard. Nights in Las Vegas were still on the cool side and the prospect of spending some time at Lake Mead on their 25 foot Catalina sailboat was intoxicating. Stephen had sprung the idea on her a few days ago and they decided a weekend on the water was just the thing to prep for the coming summer. For days that was all that Gina focused on.

At 4:00 in the morning, both Gina and Stephen rolled out of bed and after a quick shower and breakfast, they started to get ready for the short trip out to the Lake Mead Marina.

Gina was a sun worshiper bar none and she found herself trying on a few of her swimsuits to get into the mood. The one she had on now was a daring bright blue string bikini that covered very little and that suited Gina just fine. She was a slender five-foot nothing with natural ash blonde hair that she kept in a pageboy cut. Gina posed in front of the mirror not noticing her husband of eleven years had stepped into the bedroom.

“You look stunning,” her husband said as he locked his large arms around her and gave her a warm hug.

“Good, that was the look I was hoping for,” she smiled as she turned and looked up into her husband’s crystal blue eyes and grinning freckled face.

“Got everything packed?” he asked after giving her a peck on her forehead.

“Almost, and you?” Stephen smiled, “Just one or two more things then we are on the road.”

“Well, you better get started. You know how crowded the ramp gets Fridays. That’s why we woke up at this ungodly hour so we can beat that crowd.”

“You’re right, honey,” he said as he scooped her up and threw her unto their bed and climbed on top of her.

“Hey, cut it out! We don’t have time for this!” Gina screamed as her six-foot, two-hundred pound all-muscle husband pinned her to the bed.

Stephen grinned his metal-melting grin, “I am just finishing the packing.”

Gina’s dark brown eyes widened, “Oh no. . .no you don’t.”

But it was too late. Stephan had already hidden some ropes beside their bed and quickly grabbed a couple of coils before rolling his wife onto her front. Pinning her wrists as she bucked and squirmed, Stephen quickly crossed them and lashed them together.

“Come on, Stephen, stop it,” she pleaded as she laughed, “really!”

Stephen did not ‘stop it’. Gina hadn’t given their safe word yet which meant she was enjoying this as much as he. Stephen knew deep down inside that Gina probably expected some sort of play during their weekend trip, but probably not so soon. Besides, she had it coming by wearing that tiny little blue bikini. Gina’s ankles were next as he lashed them together, tickling the soles of her feet when she struggled too much. Squeals of laughter filled their bedroom as tied more rope around her knees, cinching them tightly together. When he was done, he rolled his wife back over and positioned himself over her, looking into her dark-brown eyes.

“Are you going to behave or am I going to have to gag you?” Stephen asked.

The petite blonde smiled back, “What do you think, my love?”

For the most part, Gina loved being gagged. It was like she was a bottle of Pepsi being shaken up and the gag was the lid; keeping all that fizzy goodness inside. Her husband opened their nightstand drawer and dangled a black leather penis gag above her.

“Open wide,” Stephen said.

Gina smiled, locked her mouth shut and shook her head no.

“You are going to make this hard, aren’t you?”

Gina nodded.

That was all it took. Stephen dug is fingers in and tickled her ribs, causing another scream of laughter to erupt out of his wife. Quickly, he pushed the gag into her mouth before she recovered and buckled it snugly behind her neck. The leather part of the gag covered her mouth completely and the penis portion of the gag made sure the best she could muster was a whinny grunt.

“Now we are packed. Is that the bag you were planning on taking?” Stephen asked about the large athletic bag at the end of the bed.

Gina nodded. For the most part, she had all of her essentials packed. All she really had left was the swimsuits she was trying to decide upon. They were always the hardest for Gina to decide upon as her collection of swimsuits rivaled anything else in her closet, including their bondage gear.

“Let me get this stowed on the boat and then we’ll get you comfortable for the drive out to the lake.”

With that, Stephen zipped-up her bag and carried it out of the room.

Gina writhed a bit on her bonds, testing their effectiveness. As usual, her husband did a remarkable job of making her helpless. There was no slack in any of the ropes and the gag was buckled solidly over her mouth. . .it was a delicious feeling. The more the blonde squirmed the hornier she got. She closed her eyes and imagined what Stephen would do to her after they got on the boat.

“Did you remember your suntan lotion?”

Stephen question interrupted her lascivious thoughts and she looked at him with her bedroom eyes. Right now she didn’t give a damn about being late or where the suntan lotion was. All she really needed from her husband was for him to take her now. He sat down on the bed beside her and to her delight, began playing with her pierced nipples through the swimsuit fabric, sending a spray of pleasure through her entire body.

“Did you?” he asked, stopping his attentions and looking her in the eye.

Gina moaned her displeasure and then nodded. Her suntan lotion was in her bag.

“Did you remember to bring any toys?” Stephen smiled, running his warm hand over the flat of her stomach.

The bound blonde did indeed remember some of her toys, including a vibrator that she was particularly fond of; a neon purple one with a smaller egg vibrator that would rest against her clit. It would drive her into orgasm again and again. A pair of leather cuffs, padlocks, a leather collar and a ballgag finished up the list. She had never been a scout, but she was always was prepared on their little trips.

“Good girl. I knew there was a reason why I married you. Now it’s time to get you settled so we can get on our way.”

With very little effort, Stephen picked his wife up and put her over his shoulder. At a solid six foot, there was really very little Gina could do anyway. She was the one who showed him what ropes were really for and he took to tying her up like a duck to water. He carried her squirming bikini-clad form through the house and outside to the driveway.

The sun was just starting to brighten the night and Gina felt a cool breeze caress her as her husband carried her to the boat outside. The Catalina was a large sailboat that could sleep four comfortably and had a small kitchen and a head. The boat on its trailer towered above her as he set her down. An a-frame ladder was beside it so Stephen could get the boat prepped and their stuff stowed aboard. Making sure the ladder was steady, Stephen picked up his bound wife and carried her carefully up the ladder, carefully setting her on the stern and swinging her legs over into the cockpit. As soon as he saw that she was steady, he climbed aboard himself and started to carry her down into the cabin.

Whack!

Stephen cussed as he hit his head on the cabin door. The trouble with being a well-built six foot man was that sailboats weren’t designed with him in mind. Every trip he banged his head at least once. Stephen continued to cuss as Gina laughed behind her gag.

Awkwardly, Stephen maneuvered her into the cabin and onto one of the two padded settees along the side. Carefully, he laid her down.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he smiled.

The joke was an ancient one for her but one that she never was tired of hearing. It was nearly as good as ‘I love you’ For Gina. The cabin was dark save for what little light came in from the open cabin door and the small portholes lining the top of the cabin. Gina and her husband had just refurbished the cabin a couple years ago, redoing the woodwork and brightware throughout. A small electric refrigerator replaced the space for the cooler and they had installed many small cleats even to places that would normally not have them.

It didn’t take long for Gina’s husband to reappear, this time with a small bag of his own as well as several coils of rope.

“Now, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Stephan said as he uncoiled one of the pieces of rope, “So get comfortable.”

Gina nestled the best she could into the padded bench. Stephen then gradually wove a web of rope around her, practically welding her to the bench. With every rope pressing against her skin and with every brief touch of her husband’s fingers as he cocooned her to the bench, she could feel the familiar erotic warmth spreading inside of her and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Stephen sat back and admired his handiwork and his wife, whose lithe body was writhing and whose eyes pleaded to release her in the way no knife could.

Once again, he played with Gina’s nipples through her top, sending more whorls of pleasure into her seething Eros. She closed her eyes and let the passion swirl over her, moaning into her gag.

Then he stopped.

Gina opened her eyes and looked into those of her husband.

“No, not yet, not until we get onto the water,” he grinned, “but I have something to keep you occupied until we get there.”

From his bag her husband pulled out a small egg vibrator with a cord and small clip-on box. She recognized it as one of their remote-controlled ones that he enjoyed tormenting her with. She shook her head no and pleaded into her gag, but she knew what she wanted made little difference now. Slowly he pulled down the bottom of her bikini until her cleanly shaven puss was exposed. Slowly, he eased his finger between her swollen lips and began to caress her moistened slit, massaging her desire until her hips began to buck up to meet his touch, wanting him to go deeper. Stephen then eased the vibrator inside her, stopping when it was fully inside and nothing but the thin black cord showed. He quickly pulled her bikini back up and gently caressed her hair.

“It’s okay, honey, I promise I won’t turn it on too much. I wouldn’t want to spoil what is to come.”

Gina mewled into her gag as her husband got up and climbed out of the cabin, shutting the door behind him. She both loathed and loved this kind of torment. Sometimes he would keep her on edge for hours, taunting her with his fingers, tongue and toys until she thought she would go insane with lust. But finally he would let her cum and cum she did, again and again until she drained every last ounce of energy out of herself and she lay in an angelic comatose state; awaiting to be freed on her bonds.

The movement of the boat awoke her from her lascivious daydream as Stephan pulled out of their driveway and out onto the open road. The trailer on which the sailboat was cradled didn’t have much in terms of shock absorbers, so she felt as if every pothole and crack was aimed at her discomfort to the point where she couldn’t get into her sub-space.

Then her vibrator turned on.

It was like a high-pressure jet of pure bliss shooting through her entire being. Gina bucked against the ropes as the vibe hummed, moaning into her gag and feeling the rushing tide of an orgasm seething within her. Pinned to the bench, she could only enjoy the vibrators caress, not help it. She knew she was on the brink waiting to be swallowed in ecstasy.

Then the vibe stopped.

Gina screamed her frustration into her gag. So close. Stephen wasn’t even beside her and he seemed to know just when to stop. She opened her eyes and looked about the cabin. There it was; a battery operated baby monitor. She was sure that Stephen was listening at the other end. Well two could play at this little game.

Gina tried to focus on something else, like what they were going to have for lunch. They had stocked the boat well and the bound blonde started to mentally go down the grocery list of stuff crammed into the small pantry and fridge.

The vibe started up again.

Gina tried to keep her moans to a minimum as the pleasure washed through her again. This time she would try to be silent and fool him into keeping the vibrator going until it was too late to prevent her from cumming. It was going to be hard. Gina had always been a noisy lover and Stephen enjoyed that. Even gagged, she could still make herself heard, but not intelligibly. As the buzz of the vibrator continued inside her, she continued thrusting herself against the ropes and kept her moans to soft mewls. Gina was rushing to her climax as the bliss crashed inside her; threatening to engulf her. Closer. . .closer. . .

The vibe stopped.

Again Gina screamed her irritation through her gag. She knew that her bikini was now wet and the incense of her desire filled the small cabin and there was nothing to stop her husband from continuing to torture her.

Stephen smiled while listening to her frustrated whimpers. The baby monitor was more sensitive then Gina knew. From years of marriage, he knew all of her signs of a coming orgasm, including her rapid pants then suddenly holding her breath. When the panting started, that’s when you stopped your attentions.

Although the trip was a short one, Gina thought it was hours. The slowing of the trailer and then the several stops meant that they had arrived at the marina’s ramp. Slowly Stephen backed the boat into the water until he couldn’t back the Durango back any further.

The sun was just beginning to spread it’s golden fingers over the lake, burning everything to the color of molten bronze. Stephen climbed aboard and started to throw over the mooring lines.

“Need some help,” a man that was prepping his powerboat called out.

“Sure,” Stephen replied.

“Sort of a big boat for one person,” the man said as Stephen threw him the line and draped over the foam fenders.

“She’s designed to be handled by one man. The Catalina is a wonderful boat to just go out and relax or to race around the lake.”

Gina continued to hear the men maneuver the boat out of its trailer and into the lake. The sounds of slapping water and the creaks of its hull were welcome as she felt the boat finally drift away from the trailer.

“Do you mind watching her while I park the truck?” Gina heard Stephen ask.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” the stranger replied.

Gina froze as she heard the stranger climb aboard. She was a hatchway or porthole away from being discovered, tied up and wearing practically nothing. Then the vibrator turned on. The blonde fought down a moan as her humming phallus continued to tease a wave of pleasure through her. The fear of being seen like this only added to the churning bliss spreading through her. She fought against her climax as hard as she fought against her ropes, but she was rapidly losing her battle. She knew how hard she would cry out once she came and she knew the stranger would hear her.

“Thanks, I can rig her up from here. Don’t want to keep you from your weekend,” Stephen said.

“Don’t mention it.” With that, the stranger left.

Then Stephen turned off the vibrator and began getting the mast up and the sails rigged. He could hear his with pleading to do something with her but he concentrated on getting the sailboat ready. Finally everything was set other than hoisting the sail and jib, Stephen undid the lines and turned on the outboard motor to get them away from the slip and past the breakers to the open water of the lake.

It was a beautiful and alien landscape of burnt browns, reds and tans. Lake Mead was pretty much just rock and water with little in the way of foliage. The sky was beginning to burn a bright blue and Stephen knew it was time to bring up his wife to enjoy it as well.

The morning sun poured through the cabin door as Stephen climbed down. Gina was now hornier than ever and as Stephen began to untie the ropes holding her to the bench, she tried to press herself against him, writhing in hopes of getting him to finish what he had started within her.

“Do you want to cum?” her husband asked as he pulled away the last of her bench restraints.

Gina nodded, moaning into her gag and twisting her bound body enticingly
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“Okay, I am going to untie you briefly until we can get you to the foredeck. After that, you must let me tie you again or I will not play with you at all for the rest of the weekend and your favorite vibe will be deep sixed. Understood?”

Gina nodded again. “Oh, the gag stays in.”

Gina nodded with agreement.

Stephen quickly untied both her knees and ankles, carefully coiling up the pieces of rope as he undid them. Then, sitting Gina up, he undid her wrists. Gina rubbed them a bit, bringing back some of the circulation lost laying on them during the trip to here.

“I suggest you use the head before we go out on deck. When you are ready, come on out and bring a beach towel. I’ll be waiting on you.”

Stephen went back out and Gina took his advice and relieved herself before going up. She broke one rule though, she undid her gag just long enough to take several gulps of cool bottled water before fastening the gag back on as tightly as Stephen had it before.

Gina could tell as she stepped out of the cabin that it was going to be a gorgeous, cloudless day. There was just a slight breeze as Stephen let the boat drift a bit. He hadn’t put up the sails yet, he had other things to rig first. He set the rudder and dropped the keel board as Gina gingerly made her way forward, sitting down in front of the cabin. Stephen joined her with several ropes in hand. Stephen took the blanket from her and spread it across the foredeck and helped his wife onto it, facing the bow. Taking her hands, he tied her wrists together in front of her, making sure to cinch them tight before pulling her arms above her head and anchoring them to the mast. When he was sure that she couldn’t reach the knots, he tied her ankles together similarly and stretched her out towards the bow and tied her ankles off on the stanchion there.

“Comfy,” her husband asked.

Gina smiled, her whole face lighting up.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

When her husband returned, he had her suntan lotion in hand. Gina squealed as he poured the cold oil onto the flat of her stomach. Slowly, Stephen massaged the oil in, covering every bit of her, from head to toes until she glistened like a bronze statue.

“You know, honey, you’re going to have some interesting tan lines,” Stephen pointed out with a smile.

Gina laughed through her gag.

The last thing Stephen did was put Gina’s straw sunhat on her and placed a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. They looked ordinary enough but her husband had painted them black, making a blindfold out of them.Gina writhed, luxuriating in the suns warm touch and the ropes that held her prisoner there. She felt his fingers flick at her nipple rings, send another spurt of bliss shooting through her. The blonde’s moans began anew as his fingers worked their magic on her body. Slowly his fingertips traced down until they reached the hem of her bikini panties. He eased his fingers inside and began to caress her moistened slit, slowly working up and down; careful not to touch her swollen pearl.

Then he turned on the vibe.

Gina arched her body as her husband tickled at her clit. Her denied climax roared through her, engulfing her in a crashing wave of white hot pleasure. She bucked and thrashed in her bonds as wave after erotic wave drowned her until she collapsed, drained.

She heard the sails being hoisted and the boat beginning to move briskly over the lake. The vibe was quiet now but Gina knew all too well that it could awaken at any time and the cycle of torment would begin again, and this evening she would repay him for this by being his willing slave.

-end-

'The Bounding Main'

"The Bounding Main' is completed and should be posted on various websites shortly. I am planning on posting it here as well with in the next day or so.

My next project is to complete Chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' within the next week or so and go on to one of the settings that you have asked me to do. At this point, with so few settings posted, I will attempt to do all of them. That may change if more of you post settings that you would like to see.

Take care

T.S.

The Mind Of Fesseln part C.2

June is an erotic month. All those weddings taking place and spring still lingers in the air (not to mention all those honeymoons). So far this June has been a bit on the rainy side here but being trapped indoors can be fun too.

As sort of a challenge to myself and perhaps some fun as well, I propose some of you readers give me a setting and I will write a story to fit it. It can be anything from an abandon gas station to a crowded city park during lunch. I will randomly pick one to place a story in. You can also choose whether it is consensual or not.

The bigger the selection, the better. So please don't hesitate to voice what setting you would like a story to take place in.

As always, take care

T.S.

In The Mind Of Fesseln Part C

As I finish up 'The Bounding Main', I thought I would share a little of my philosophy on writing, at least talk about what things are important to me when I write.

One of the first things I consider important is setting. It isn't enough for me to be introduced to the characters, I also want to place those characters on a stage; give them somewhere to interact. When I first started writing I found that I was focused on the characters and the acts they were doing. I described techniques but not placing them in a context of where they were at. I have found that, for me, describing the place is as important as the character or the acts.

'The Gift' is a story I started with a setting, a very snowy day in the Midwest. I started by describing the scene and the story flowed from there. In stories such a 'The Masque' and 'A New Haunt', setting is absolutely essential to the plot, without the setting the story would be as vacant as the Arctic.

I try to view what is going on in the story as if I am a camera lens. If I don't describe it how will others see it in their mind's eye?

Take care and look for 'The Bounding Main' sometime in the next week or two.

T.S.

An End To The Challenge. . .

I want to first thank all of you that have posted. It is nice to hear from readers and what they like and what they want to see continue. I encourage all of you to continue posting comments about story plots and what you would like to see and what you didn't care for. Criticism is welcome as well.

A few of you mentioned 'A Work Of Art'. Simmering on the back burner is the second part to the story. The problem is that I have about six possible endings to the story and have had trouble deciding which to go with. I have played with the idea of posting all of the possible endings here and on Gromet's website and letting the readers decide which ending they like best. Is that something you would like to see?

The next completed story will be 'Bounding Main' and will feature a pair of characters first introduced in the story 'Away In The Manger.' The outline is also completed for Chapter 19 of 'Summer Project' and the first stages of the second 'book' are starting to take form.

It is sort of odd that my favorite storyline has not made it into anyone's comments. 'On French Soil' captures quite a bit of what I strive for in a storyline. I hope the second 'book' for 'Summer Project' will do the same.

Please do not stop the comments from coming. They are valuable in determining what direction my writings take.

Take care

T.S.

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Creation Challenge

It has been a short time since I last talked about comments and since then,very few of you have actually responded. I can tell from the counter many of you have visited the blog and have read my views and stories and news about up coming chapters. I am currently working on chapter 19 of 'Summer Project', a story of a Vampire, a bondage/sailing tale and the sequel to 'Maid Service Requested'. All of these I have worked on in the last week. So here's the deal. I will be stopping work on all of these plus others until I get at least 20 comments from new people. I know it sounds like an NPR donation drive but part of why I created this blog is to have a little interaction from it's readers. So take the consensual vs. non-consensual survey ( September 2008), post your thoughts on how ludicrous this post really is or tell me where you would like to see your favorite story to go. I hope to hear from you soon so I can get started again on some stories.

T.S.

In The Mind Of Fesseln part B

Some of you may wonder if I do any of the things posted in my stories and the answer to that question is yes. Without going into great detail, the women I have been blessed to share that part of my life with all enjoyed some aspect or all aspects of it. Some of the scenes written in my stories reflect those experiences and rememberances.

Bondage has been part of my sexual life since I began having one in college (yes, I was a late starter). I have always took the safe and sane route because a willing partner is too precious to injure. Trust is the key that allows you to lock that lock.

Some aspects I have asked about from others either in the business or participants of acts that I have no desire to preform. This gives me an idea of how people feel in scenes that I write that I have not experienced myself with a loving partner.

As to stories, I am currently working on the sequel to 'Maid Service Requested' and should be completed in the next couple of weeks. As always, please feel free to leave your comments.

Take care

T.S.

Chapter 18 of Summer Project posted

The latest chapter of 'Summer Project' is currently en route to various websites for posting. If you cannot find it, please let me know and I will direct you where you can find it.

T.S.

'Summer Project Chapter 18'

Chapter 18 of 'Summer Project' is completed and now is being proofread by someone other than myself. As soon as it is sent back to me, I will post it to various sites. Hopefully this will be posted before the weekend. Now to go and get a few household chores done.

T.S.

In The Mind Of Fesseln Part A

A few of you have written me about how I write. I figured I would let you glance into the warped and jellified brain of T.S. and how I go about the writing process in a series of little blogs. Todays lesson is coming up with an idea.

Most of my ideas start with the title for the story. Very rarely do I start a piece without coming up with a title. In fact, my computer is filled with partially completed stories that have a working title and a few paragraphs attached to it. 'Walking The Line' is just such a story. It came to me when listening to that old Johnny Cash song and putting a perverted twist on it.

Longer stories, like 'Summer Project', the concept just sort of came to me. I knew where I wanted the story to go and the points I had to get to to get it there. So nestled in this computer of mine is a general outline of the story.

Some stories I start don't seem to go anywhere and grind to a halt. I know what I want to do but the concept just slows to a mere trickle. Those I keep on the back burner and I will revisit them from time to time. When looking at my list of stories:Fesseln's Fiction: August 2008, you see a few titles as 'In Progress'. These stories have more than a few pages written and I hope to complete them in the near future.

A few stories are for people that have sent in their ideas or have a desire for me to write a story for them. 'Seperate Vacation' and 'Cherry On Top' are two such stories that have come to be this way. There are several stories I have written for others that I have not published for various reasons but may reveal themselves later, with the names changed to protect the guilty.

For you 'Summer Project' fans, another chapter is nearing completion and I hope to have it completed soon.

As always, feel free to leave comments.

T.S.

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I don't usually get up on a soapbox like this, but I just wanted to say a few words about leaving comments to authors, whether it is for my own works or for someone else's. Nearly all of us who post stories on various forums are not getting paid for it. There is alot of time and effort put into these stories that are posted so the only compensation that we recieve is comments from our readers. I know I enjoy reading the opinions and suggestions of my readers. So please, take a moment and write something because the author on the other end will appreciate it.

T.S.

Walking The Line

Sometimes a story just comes to you and you have to write it. 'Walking The Line' is just that kind of story. It has been quite some time since I last did a self-bondage piece, so writing it was sort of a refreshing breather. I have posted it here as well as sending it off to various websites. Please enjoy and give me any comments you wish.


WALKING THE LINE

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.


Even though Amber looked peaceful resting on her deck chair, she was anything but. The blonde felt as if every nerve inside of her was a live, sparking wire. She was planning another adventure tonight after the sun had set and the blues and purples of twilight had taken over her back yard. She had everything she needed in a canvas tote beside her; handcuffs, blindfold, leather straps, a black leather ball gag, nipple clamps, vibe, locks and a large ring of keys. Also coiled on top was a thirty-some-odd foot clothes line that she had prepared for this evening. She had checked everything several times and now all that was left to do was wait.

The weekend sounds of lawnmowers, laughing kids and bird chirps had slowly segued into the sounds of crickets and the hush of air conditioners trying to keep up with the June heat. Amber had on her neon pink bikini that left little to anyone’s imagination. She was proud of her tanned good looks and kept herself that way by exercising and eating right. Her body was an advantage she had used time and again at the office when pushing some project; that and her long, platinum blonde hair and hazel green eyes unnerved many a male counterpart. For the most part, men were really afraid of beautiful women and she counted herself one among those women.

With the last orange of the setting sun fading away, Amber knew it was time to get to work. She gathered up her bag and stepped down off of her wood deck. Her back yard was perfect for these little adventures of hers. A tall privacy fence surrounded her small back yard and several lilacs and mock-orange bushes help keep the space personal and private. The dark just made sure that her escapades remained her secret.

The wooden deck stood about three feet above the lush, freshly mowed grass and anchored on the corner was a sturdy eye-bolt. Amber pulled out the clothesline, threaded her ring of keys onto it and tightly knotted that end to the bolt. It wasn’t an ordinary clothesline, but one she a stippled with large wooden beads that she had hot-glued into place. The beads were placed randomly, some singly and others in clumps of two or three. There were also several that were not glued and slipped freely along parts of the cord. Carefully Amber uncoiled her beaded line until she reached the small shed at the corner of her yard.

Like the deck, the shed had a couple of eyebolts placed on it as well as a cam cleat that Amber had purchased from a marine supply store. One of the eye bolts was placed about the same height as the one on the deck. The other one was placed a couple of feet higher and the cleat was bolted between the two. Amber threaded the other end of the line up through the lower bolt to the upper bolt before bringing the line back down through the cleat. She didn’t tighten the line, however. She had to get herself prepared.

First thing was to strip out of her bikini and throw it into the shed, locking the sheds’ door with a padlock whose key lay on her kitchen counter. Her nude dress code was now enforced until she got out of tonight’s predicament. Amber enjoyed the feel of the warm air on her naked skin as she got out her ankle cuffs from the bag. Straddling the line with her back to the shed, she fastened the leather cuffs around each ankle and locked each to a small length of chain. Lifting the line up between her thighs, she held it there while she fastened a black leather strap above her knees tightly. Now Amber could only take very small steps.

The blonde enjoyed the warm erotic rush spreading through her as she tried to take a step or two. That was the best part of bondage; the helplessness. She buckled another strap around her waist and hooked the vibrator’s controls to it before easing the chrome vibrator inside herself. Slowly she pushed it inside until it filled her completely but Amber did not turn it on; not yet.

Carefully backing herself up to the shed, it was now time for Amber to pull the line taut. Pulling the line down through the cleat, the line began to become a tight as a bowstring as it passed between her legs, forcing the vibrator deeper insider of her. It was a tight as she dared to make it as it cleaved between her swollen lips and pressed against her clit.

Quickly Amber got out her nipple clamps and fastened each onto herself, producing a delicious feeling of near pain as the jaws pinched down on each nipple. She could feel the small ripples of pleasure starting to wash over her and she hadn’t even turned on the vibe yet. She moaned involuntarily as she relished the feeling before going on.

The gag was next. It was a pear shaped one of black leather that filled her mouth almost completely. It was also the one that seemed to silence her the most. Amber was afraid of trying out one of the pump gags so this was the second best way of suppressing her moans. The tangy taste of the leather filled her mouth as she buckled the gag tightly then locked its small padlock behind her head.

The leather handcuffs were next and Amber quickly buckled each around her wrists. Each one had it own little lock and she clicked each one shut. The last thing she would do is to lock each of them together behind her back with a stout padlock. But she had a couple of other things to do first.

Her blindfold was made of leather as well and it was line with a soft wool. Amber found it was very effective and in the darkness of the night, she may have well been blind. It was really a shame that here was no way of locking it as well, but soon she would be helpless to take it off and that was almost as good.

Amber found the buttons to her vibe and turned it on a low pulse, sending wave after warm wave of pleasure coursing through her. Quickly she put her hands behind her back and with a click of a padlock, she was now helpless.

The blonde wriggled a bit to make sure everything was as tight as she could make it. The pulse of the vibe within her and the cord pressing against her sex fueled her libido as she let the delicious feeling of helplessness wash over her. It was this feeling, that she was no longer in charge of her body that made bondage her sex act of choice. Amber had had a few lovers that tried to tie her the way she wanted but they all failed in making her truly defenseless so she had to find her own way of getting that feeling; thus her descent into self bondage with the aid of several websites that she had found on the subject.

A warm rush of bliss swirled through her and she brought herself back to the task at hand. She would slowly make her way up the beaded rope to the keys to her release. She would then maneuver the ring of keys back down to the shed where she would loosen the line and unlock herself from her slavery and hopefully she would have an orgasm or two along the way.

Inch by inch she made her way down the line blindly. It was decadently slow with every little movement rubbing against her sex and sending more ripples of bliss through her.

Then her clit brushed up against one of the beads. An electric shock of pure pleasure ripped through her as she forced herself over the large bead, almost sending her over the edge. But Amber pushed ahead slowly after drinking in the moment.

Bead after bead sent more bolts of passion through her as she slowly made her way to her deck until about half way she had to lock her knees as a wave of rapture engulfed her in her first small orgasm. She didn’t know how long she stood there but the sound of her neighbors next door playing with their dog brought her out of her self-imposed revelries and back to the matter at hand.

Amber was glad she had gagged herself because otherwise she was sure that Amy and Mike would have heard her. From the sounds of it, Mike was throwing that glow-in-the-dark Frisbee to his dog, Boone, a golden retriever that yelped happily as he caught each throw. They were way too busy with their game to pay attention to her and hers.

Foot by foot, Amber slowly made her way forward. The few sliding beads made the journey that much more interesting since she would just push them along until they hit a glued one and she had to force herself up over both with her pleasure-ached pussy. Finally, after what seemed hours, she could feel the cold keys against her bound thighs.

In her mind, she pictured lifting herself up with her toes and working the ring of keys back until they were in back of her. However, it was much tougher and Amber found herself sweating from her effort and frustration. Finally, she managed to get it accomplished but she was now exhausted from the effort and she still had to make her way all the back to the shed.

Grasping the large key-ring in her hand, she slowly backed her way down the line. Each bead pushed against her anus as she eased herself over each. Even though she was horny as hell and so mush wanted to cum, she knew that she would collapse on the lawn if she did and getting back up would be a nightmare. She Amber focused and continued on.

Then she heard the crash of the bushes.

“Hold on, Boone, I’ll get it down for you,” she heard Mike tell his retriever.

The Frisbee must have landed in the top of one of her bushes. Amber froze and listened as she heard some scrambling against her fence and the rustle of some branches.

“Here boy, go get it!”

Amber let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t seen her but the incident made her fires burn that much hotter and she could feel another orgasm swelling inside her until she couldn’t suppress it any long. Clutching the line with dear life, she let the white hot rapture engulf her as she moaned and bucked what little she could in her bondage, leaving her drained and barely standing.

“Mike told me what he saw out here but I had to take a look for myself,” Amy said.

Ice-water shock flooded through Amber as she stood there, frozen.

“I can see that you are enjoying yourself,” Amy continued in her slight southern accent, “and I took a couple of photos just so we can remember it together.”

Amber could just see her neighbor Amy standing there with her camera. She was a short little brunette with the kind of girl-next-door good looks that men wanted to marry.

“Don’t worry, Mike is still next door. You got him all hot and bothered and I am sure that I’ll get some when I get home; but I am curious, do these hurt?”

Amber felt Amy flick her nipple clamps, sending another shower of pleasure through her. She moaned into her gag.

Amy laughed, “I see. Well, I never expected you would be into something like this. I always envisioned you the tigress on the hunt. But neighbors do surprise you sometimes, don’t they?”

The bound woman found herself blushing and wishing that she could be anywhere but there. Then she felt Amy grab the keys and wrench them from her grasp.

“I think I will take these,” Amy said of the protests of the bound woman in front of her, “And when you work yourself out of this, feel free to hop over to our place and we’ll give them back to you. . .maybe.”

Amber felt the Amy working the key-ring off of the line. Amber knew it was one of the split rings so Amy didn’t have to undo the line in order to get them off. Amber was still mewling her protests as Amy pulled off her blindfold.

“Now, I don’t want you to hurt yourself getting over to our place, hon. I don’t want you to bruise that pretty little bod of yours, at least not yet. We’ll leave the front porch light off and make sure that your house is nice and locked-up tight for the night. Good thing you left a spare key with us now isn’t it?”

Amy petted the bound blonde on the head while looking into her green eyes.

“Now, you hurry on up. Like I said, Mike is hot-and-bothered so I don’t know how long I can keep his hands off of me and we like to make sure we don’t get disturbed when we’re together, you know. So you best get started and we hope to see you soon.”

With a little wave, Amy walked away, swinging the keys on her index finger and whistling some familiar tune.

Amber pondered a bit then, defeated, then started to move down the line. Tonight’s adventure was far more than she had bartered for.

And for that, she was glad.

'End' of 'Summer'

Greetings. It has been years in the making and now it is time to end 'Summer Project', or at least and end to the begining 'book' . After much thought and several recent readers comments, I have decided chop-up the storyline into seperate 'book' sized chunks. What does that mean? It means that the current 'Summer Project' will end in the next several chapters (I am thinking around Chapter 20 or so) and begin again further down the time line.

What it doesn't mean is an end to the actual story. When I began writing this, I had a definate ending in mind and a few points to get to along the way. I have reached a few of those points and there are many more along the way as well as a mystery or two as the story develops (here's an example, the original working title was 'The Summer Before'.) I haven't decided on the title of the second book, but it will have 'summer' in the title. Perhaps some of you may have and idea.

I also need to work on 'On French Soil' and that story I need to be in the proper mind set. The plot is complicated and numerous characters fade in and out of the story line as it meanders to the climax. I also need to get into the period in terms of language and imagery so as to make it as believable as possible.

Other storylines need to be finished or a sequel added to them. Please let me know which ones you would like to see. Also, please add your comments to the consensual vs non-consensual survey in Fesseln's Fiction: September 2008 .

Take care and look for chapter 18 to 'Summer' as well as other stories.

'Summer Project' chapter 17

At long last, chapter 17 of 'Summer Project' has been completed and sent on it's way to various websites for posting. As for those who wished to be on the mailing list, please email me and I will send you a copy. My list has been overburdened with old and defunct addresses and updating it will take some time. Other things in the works include the sequel to 'Maid Service'. Time here is a bit limited so I hope that you will patient with me.

Hectic Chaos

I thought I would write a note explaining the abscence of any writings and such. It has been a very busy month getting things ready for a change in our household and time for writing has evaporated. As soon as I am able I will finish and post 'The Summer Project' as well as a few other things, but I don't foresee that until the house settles down a bit and I can have some 'me' time.

Please feel free to e-mail me with your thoughts. I enjoy reading them.

Take care.

T.S.

Going's On

It has been awhile since my last post and I thought I should give all of you an update. There has been alot going on this month personal-business wise, so the writing I had planned to get done hasn't happened yet. I am hoping to get the polishing touches done on the latest installment of 'The Summer Project' as well as making progress on a few other projects. However, I can't foresee any of that being completed and posted this month.

Take care and I hope to be posting a few more things soon.

A New Year

A New Year is approaching and in a departure from my 'normal' posts, I wanted to reflect a bit about the past couple years and give you the reasons why there is gaps in my writing. When a loved one dies, there is a lot more issues to contend with than just grief. It also brings out the worst and best of those survivors. Without going into details, I had to contend with the former and the spark that was my creativity withered to mere nothingness. This year, I have found my 'voice' again and with help of a few in the industry, I have finally started to piece together my artistic life back together again.

I hope the coming year I will be able to bring to you more tales and perhaps fictionalize some of the ideas some of you have sent. I will still have to deal with the home front as well as professional obligations so I have to indulge your sense of patience if stories and chapters don't pour forth as fast as I would like them to.

Please let me know what your fantasies and story ideas are. I can't promise that I will put into words all of your suggestions, but a few may pop up here and there. Also please click on Fesseln's Fiction: September 2008 to give your opinions on consensual versus non-consensual story lines.

Have a safe and happy New Year.

Gift

I want to thank all of you that voted in the SAX contest. All of the stories were good this year and I am honored that I won. For those of you that haven't read the story, here it is. Enjoy it and have a Merry Christmas.


GIFT

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.


Outside Holly’s apartment, the snow was drifting down in white, lacy curtains, filling the balconies and sidewalks with a foot thick frosting of white. She could barely see the red and green of the Christmas lights outside glowing beneath the snow. Christmas Eve was just a few days away and she didn’t see how she could make the drive home to Kansas City in this weather. Holly’s little Civic barely made it to the parking lot last night. She was going to spend the holiday by herself this year, it seemed.

Holly stepped away from the window and nestled on the couch with her bowl of hot oatmeal and orange juice. It was a few hours before she had to be at work and she needed to steel herself for the icy drive to the shipping store where she was a clerk. Her parents would be disappointed but understanding, being veterans of many mid-western winters. But work would be busy with people over-nighting presents to get them under the tree before Christmas Day. She wouldn’t have to think about not being home for awhile.

After finishing her bowl, Holly reluctantly got up and made her way into the shower, pulling her terry cloth robe closer around her.

In truth, it was probably better for her not to be going home. Her mother would ask her endless questions about her love-life and she would have to pretend and tell her everything was fine. But it wasn’t. Trying to find a guy that was into the same things that she was into was hopeless at best. Chatting and flirting online with a bunch of wanna-be Doms was one thing; finding a caring, dyed-in-the-wool Master was quite another. She had needs that neither one of her parents would understand and would probably be horrified at.

Holly let the water steam up the bathroom before stepping into the small shower. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t an attractive woman. Her five and a half foot frame was nicely curved with more-than-a-handful breasts and a nicely rounded ass. Being on her feet all day kept a lot of her Little Debbie extravagances in check but she also tried to jog when she could. Holly was a natural redhead and, being Irish of descent, had a tough time tanning her pale complexion. She kept her hair in loose curls and pulled it up in back in a pony tail most of the time. No, she had had offers but no man could give her what she really wanted: sexual servitude.

The hot water rushed over her and she tried to pry her mind off of more lascivious subjects. Focus on what she needed to get through another day in the wonderful world of a packaging store. After the shower she dried her hair then dressed warmly in a sweater and slacks. The coat, cap, boots and gloves came next with a scarf wrapped around her neck and face to finish the classic Eskimo look. Opening the door, she trudged into the great white north.

Fortunately, her complex had plowed most of the sidewalks and parking lot. A few minutes after brushing off her car, she carefully made her way to her job.

The shipping store was a small family operated franchise and her boss had gotten there early to shovel the walk and get things ready for the day ahead. He was standing outside with his shovel in hand and a pipe clamped tight in his mouth.

“Morning, Holly,” he said, smiling around his pipe, “Glad to see you could make it. It was going to be lonely around here without you.”

“Where’s Jeff?” Holly asked about her co-worker.

“Sick. Or that is what he says. But I don’t think that it’s going to be that busy. UPS and the Post Office already dropped off and said that they don’t know if they are going to pick up. Our FEDEX truck is stuck out there somewhere. They called. And, to top it off, this storm is supposed to last all day. Only the truly desperate are out today, or fools like you and me.”

‘Great’, Holly thought to herself.

“So here is the plan. I’ll help you sort and I need to get the deposit done. We’ll make it a half-day and close due to the weather. I head to the bank and home and you close when you want to.”

‘Great’, she thought again.

“Oh,” her boss said, “There is a damaged package the Post Office brought here. One of our box-holders. Tools or something. Make sure he fills out the paperwork for it if he comes in.”

Inside the store her boss, Marv, had the heat up on high and she could smell the fresh coffee brewing in back. Holly unbundled herself, donned her apron and poured herself a mug; settling in for the morning’s chores.

Between a few customers and sorting of mail for the boxes, the morning went by quickly. Next, she focused on the packages and putting the notifications in the boxes as well. Last was the damaged box her boss had told her about.

The Post Office had put it in a plastic bag with a pre-printed apology. It looked as if someone had thrown it off the truck and run over it. Holly could see a piece of chrome sticking out of the crack as she checked it over. It was from Australia, she noticed, from a store called S(A)X.

The name sounded familiar to her, but she could quite place it. She looked over the customs form and everything seemed to be in order. All she had to do is to break the bad news to the customer, Mr. Glenn Hansen, and go over the contents for any damage so he could file a claim. She decided to start to forms so at least that wouldn’t take so long.

“I’m headed to the bank. Close when you want. I don’t want you getting stuck here, okay,” Marv, her boss said.

“Okay. . .I just have to finish a few things then I’ll hang the sign up.”

As she was filling the places on the form she could, she realized where she had seen S(A)X. It was on Gromet’s website a few years ago. It was one of her favorite bondage fiction websites. It was a bondage gear manufacturer.

Holly could feel herself flush.

She went to the back and looked at the damaged package again. The polished steel piece sticking out had a ring at the end but no other clues to identify it with. Gently, she opened up the plastic bag enclosing the package and peeked further into the box, but she really couldn’t identify it.

Curious and frustrated, Holly sat down at the computer and found the S(A)X website easily enough. She knew she really shouldn’t be doing this at work, but she figured she could tell her boss that she needed to see what the damaged merchandise was. It took a little bit of detective work but she finally found it.

A Pussy Hook.

Holly felt a warm tingle spreading through her as she looked at the cold steel picture on the site. She could just imagine just how one would use it.

The chime at the front door brought Holly out of her erotic revelries and she quickly closed out the site. She stepped to the front counter to see if the customer needed any help. It was only someone checking their mailbox.

As Holly stood there, her mind kept going back to the image of the polished steel hook and what it would feel like inside of her. She also wondered who Mr. Glenn Hansen would be testing it on.

A few quick key strokes and Mr. Hansen’s box info came up. There was no one else allowed into the box and he only had had the box for a couple months. His billing address was in an older part of town not far from the store.

“You have a box for me?” a man’s voice asked.

Holly looked up to see a blonde bearded man with smiling blue eyes and a fedora with a sprig of holly stuck in the hat band.

“Your name sir,” Holly asked.

“Hansen, Glenn Hansen,” he smiled.

Glenn was a handsome man and Holly guessed he was in his mid thirties. Average in height and weight, but she really couldn’t tell with his coat on. His gloves were off and there wasn’t any ring.

“Yes, we have a package for you but I am afraid it didn’t survive the post office very well. It arrived here damaged.”

The man looked crest-fallen, “How bad?”

“The box is crushed on one side, but I can’t tell what damage there is inside,” Holly explained, “I started the paperwork for you but we need to check the contents.”

“Sure,” he said, “Let’s take a look.”

Holly went back and got the damaged package. A tingle still warmed her inside as she wondered what other treasures would be hidden within.

“Here it is,” she said, setting the package on the counter.

Glenn took one look at the label and blushed a bit, “Can I take this home and look at it?”

Holly smiled, “I am afraid not. You have to open it here for insurance purposes, sir. I’m sorry.”

The man looked flustered, “It doesn’t look that bad. . .”

“Actually, sir, I would love to see what is inside,” Holly interrupted.

There, she had done it.

Glenn looked puzzled as he stood there, “Pardon me?”

Holly smiled, “You can bring it around in back and check it privately. But I do need to see what is damaged and what isn’t.”

Glenn gathered the box up and took it back into the packing area. On the table he set the box down.

“Don’t worry,” Holly said, “I won’t tell a soul but we do need to do this.”

Slowly, Glenn opened up the box and began to set out its contents. The first thing out was the pussy hook. He looked it over and set it on the table.

“So who is the special lady?” Holly asked.

Glenn turned and looked at her, “Pardon?”

“You must really have a special lady for you to buy that for her.”

Glenn blushed again, “You know what this is?”

“Yes, I’ve visited the S(A)X website before but have never had a chance to purchase anything for myself,” Holly smiled, stepping closer to Glenn.

“Actually, this isn’t for anyone in particular,” Glenn said, looking into her green eyes, “Just a few more things for my playroom. Since moving out here, though, I haven’t found anyone to play with.”

“I think you have now,” Holly smiled, “my name is Holly.”

Holly had never been this forward with anyone before. She didn’t know a thing about him, yet she already felt comfortable with him; something about his eyes.

“Seriously?” Glenn asked.

“Very,” she said, “let’s see what other toys you have in there.”

Glenn reached into the box again and began to pull out the other items. One was a black leather collar, much wider than the one’s Holly had seen before, with rings on the front and sides. A pair of shiny clover style nipple clamps and some personal lubricant were the next things he pulled out of the box. The last thing he pulled out were several lengths of chain with clips on either end.

“I don’t see any damage,” Glenn said, carefully looking over the collar, ”they packed it very well.”

“Perhaps we should try them out, just to make sure,” Holly purred.

“Now?”

“No time like the present,” she said, “Let me close down the store and then we can see if we can make sure everything is in working order.”

“Okay,” Glenn replied meekly.

In all his years of being into bondage, not once had Glenn been approached like this. Most of the time, he had to talk girls into trying it and most thought he was nuts. Now here he was with a gorgeous redhead that he barely met doing things that he had only hoped to do someday.

It didn’t take long for Holly to close down the register and hang the sign up telling everyone that due to the weather, they closed early. With the cash safely in the safe and the drawer balanced, Holly made her way in back.

Glenn had cleared all the trash off of the packing table and had all of his purchases neatly arrayed. While Holly was closing, he also to the opportunity to see what was around the store and realized that there was a cornucopia of stuff he could use to render her helpless in absence of having any of his other bondage gear here.

“So are you going to take off your coat and stay awhile?” Holly smiled as she came over to the table.

“Oh, yes,” Glenn said and pulled off his long coat and hat, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Holly laughed, “I’m certainly not. So, how would you like me?”

Glenn once again looked over the redheaded clerk, stand with her hands clasped behind her. Holly was certainly attractive and her tight sweater and pants really didn’t leave much to his imagination.

“Whatever is the most comfortable to you,” Glenn replied.

“Okay then,” she said.

Slowly, Holly began to perform a striptease, first pulling her sweater off and then, almost gracefully, unhooking her bra.

As Holly slowly shimmied out of her pants, she could hear a little voice screaming at her ‘what in the hell do you think you’re doing with a complete stranger!’ But sometimes you had to take life with both cuffed hands or your regrets would haunt you to your grave and Holly did not want to regret this moment with this man. Hooking her thumbs into her thong, she quickly pulled them off and stood there again, hands clasped behind her back and her best bedroom eyes adorning her face.

Glenn didn’t take his eyes off of her as she peeled each layer of clothes off of her breathtaking body. She was almost as pale as the snow outside, with a slight spray of freckles over her collarbone and large pale nipples crowning her nicely sized breasts. The red of her long curly ponytail was the same as her neatly trimmed patch between her legs. With a smile on her lips, she was everything he had ever hoped for in a willing partner.

“So, if you are done staring, Glenn, how would you like me?” Holly said reaching over and holding up the hook, “I think we should make sure this one isn’t damaged first, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes,” Glenn barely said as he took it from her, “Lean over the table, please.”

The redhead did as she was told, wiggling her ass at him as she did. She watched him as he generously lubed the ‘hook’ in and stepped in back of her.

“Let me know if this hurts,” he said.

Slowly he eased the cold metal hook into her, causing her to shiver a bit. It continued to fill her until the bottom of the curve of the hook rested between the cheeks of her ass. Holly had thought it would be a little cold but not as much as it was. Hopefully her heat would warm it up soon.

“Okay?” he asked.

Holly nodded, “very.”

One of things that Glenn had noticed was a large spool of twine. He cut some off and gathered her ponytail in his hands. He quickly tied several knot and a loop. Satisfied that it wasn’t going to slip, he clipped on one of the chains to the knot. The other end he fastened to the hook, holding it tightly into place.

“Now, Holly, let me know if I go too far, okay?”

Holly nodded, relishing the feel of the hook moving with every motion of her head.

“Okay, Holly, you can stand up now.”

Obediently, she did, her ponytail pulling her head back a bit and the hook deeper inside of her. She closed her eyes as she felt him fasten the collar around her neck. It width held Holly’s head in place further. It was a little uncomfortable but not overly so.

“Stand straight, hands at your side.”

Holly did as she was told. So far, this was as good as any of the stories she had read; better because it was real. Slowly she was becoming helpless and it sent warm rushes through her at the thought.

The cling wrap came somewhat of a surprise, but a good one. Holly had fantasized about using it in some self bondage in the store and had even took several swaths home, but the only use she made of it was wrapping stuff safely in packages. Now he wound some around her midriff, sealing her arms to her sides. He wrapped her tightly from just below her boobs to just above her puss. She struggled a bit to try to get loose and found it deliciously impossible.

With the next piece, he enwrapped her legs entirely. More and more Holly felt like a mummy with each tight pass until her legs were welded together.
“Now, let’s see you get out of that,” Glenn smiled.

The captive redhead squirmed and writhed. There was no way she was going to get out of her bind. She had to be careful, though, to make she didn’t lose her balance and fall crashing to the floor. However, with each struggle, another wave of warmth rushed through her.

Glenn loved watching her struggle. He hard on ached and he wanted to take her right there. But he also wanted her to enjoy this as well and he prayed that perhaps he may have found a bondage partner in her.

“Is it okay to gag you?” Glenn asked.

“Yes. . .please,” Holly moaned.

There was plenty of packing tape around and Glenn tore off several pieces and sealed her lips shut. Now she was truly helpless as she leaned a bit on the table.

Slowly he began to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples slowly until they were fully erect. Taking one, he pulled it a bit and put one of the clamps on it. Holly moaned into her gag at the near pain but Glenn repeated it on her other nipple and clipped a short chain to them both.

Holly squealed a bit when Glenn gave them a tug. Bolts of white-hot pleasure shot through her with each tug. The more he tug, the harder the clamps pinched until she found herself hoping forward, following him around the table.

Gently, he leaned her back and eased his finger into her slit, sliding it slowly up and down and brushing against her button. Holly moaned loudly into her gag as he continued to play with her swollen clit as she felt a heated storm building inside of her, straining to get out.

“Do you want to cum?” Glenn asked.

Holy moaned, nodding her head as best she could.

“The first rule, Holly, is that you are not allowed to cum before your Master does.”

Holly moaned her disappointment as he stopped his caresses. Gently, he eased Holly back until she lay fully on the table. He then eased her over on to her stomach, with her breasts and head hanging over the edge. Glenn wound some more plastic wrapping around his captive and the table, pinning her to it so she wouldn’t fall off.

Glenn quickly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his stiffened cock. Though not porn-star sized, he was still fairly large. To holly, size did matter and she was not disappointed.

Gently, Glenn pulled the taped off of Holly’s lips. Though painful, it was also brief. She licked her sore lips as Glenn stepped forward, presenting himself to her. Holly opened her mouth and sealed her lips around his salty cock.

Glenn moaned as her lips and tongue played over his shaft and head. Faster and faster she sucked his shaft, feeling the hook in her pussy yank inside her every time. An orgasm was swelling inside her but she had to make him cum first.

A few moments later, Glenn felt his cum broiling up his shaft. He held it as long as possible before pulling out and spraying himself all over her face.

“God,” was all he could utter as he stepped back and leaned against the table, catching his breath.

“Please let me cum, Master,” Holly pleaded, warm cum dripping off of her face.

Quickly Glenn cut the plastic holding Holly to the table and turned her unto her back. His fingers once again found her swollen clit and he began to rub it vigorously.

A flood of pure bliss burst through Holly as she writhed on the table. Again and again hot waves of passion crashed through her as one orgasm begat another until she pleaded for Glenn to stop from her being sore.

Slowly, she caught her breath as she felt Glenn sit on the table beside her. He wiped his cum from her face with a paper towel then slowly kissed her, their tongues dancing over one another until he pulled away.

“Holly, I want to take you home with me,” he finally said.

Holly smiled back at him, “And I would love to be taken home.”

Glenn helped her untangle herself from her bindings. He packed up his S(A)X purchases in the battered box as she cleaned up the mess around the table. Finally, Holly had met a man she could be herself with and it was the best Christmas gift she could ever have wished for.

Please take time to answer my informal poll 'consensual vs non-consensual'. Take care and have a wonderful holiday.

Ringing In The New Year Teaser

RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR

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.


Julie stared at the red digital clock counting down the minutes to the New Year and wondered if she was going to make it. The twin vibrators were making it really hard not to cum but cumming now would be very painful for her, to say the least. It was better to concentrate on the numbers slowly climbing towards midnight or the slight pain in her wrists as she dangled there in the cage; or on the cattle prod set on the stand beside her and it’s painful threat.

It had all started when Julie agreed to go with her friends to the New Year’s Party at The Tower. All of them had heard of the new place and were dying to check it out. Julie kept herself in great shape and she flattered anything she wore so she was sure getting in was not going to be a problem.

Julie looked one more time in the mirror to make sure she looked her best. She had beautiful shoulder-length brown hair and crystal blue eyes She applied her make-up much like an artist, making sure everything was perfect including her full, passion-promising lips; the kind men dreamed of kissing or sealed around their cocks. She stood a little over five-seven in heels and her slender frame accented her large breasts and tight ass. Julie had picked out a bright neon blue strapless dress for this evening to more fully flaunt her many gifts. The only thing she was leaving behind was her glasses that made her look like an old librarian.

The brunette was thankful that it was going to be a warm night as she grabbed her purse to meet her friends at the club. Julie was running late and they had called that they were already in and it was kick-ass. The taxi was waiting for Julie as she quickly jotted down the address and handed it to the Asian driver.

“This the address?” the driver asked, looking at the piece of paper.

“Uh-huh,” Julie said, settling into the cab, “It’s to a new club.”

“Okay,” the driver said, driving towards downtown.

There were several clubs on the street she had written down, but none at that address. The closest one was ‘The Blue Line.’ That must be the one she meant.

The drive was sort and Julie made sure to tip the driver a dollar. The club was housed in an old, gothic-looking brick building with a line of blue neon across the façade. There was a large bald doorman beside the entrance wearing a too tight tux and a scowl on his face.

Julie put on her best smile and approached the door, putting an extra slink into her walk.

“Evening, miss,” the doorman said a she approached, “Do you have an invitation?”

“Pardon?” Julie, “I don’t think I need an invite. My friends are already inside and I am running late.”

“Sorry, miss, I can’t let you in without an invitation.”

Julie frowned, “Hold on, let me call one of my friends to come out and we can get this taken care of.”


You can read the rest of the story in my new e-book, 'Yule Tied'. Happy Holidays.

They're Here. . .

First of all, 'Yule Tied' is available for sale and includes several new stories that will only be available in this book. It can be found for sale at several online erotic e-book stores. If you cannot find it, please e-mail me and I will tell you where it can be found.

Second, 'Gift' has been posted on SAX Leather Bondage Story Contest 2008 - Gromet's Plaza . Please read it as well as the other stories posted there and vote.

Finally, progress is being made on the next 'Summer Project' chapter as well as my gift to you, my readers. Look for it here Christmas morning.

'Gift' and 'Yule Tied' As Well As Other Things. . .

As I have mentioned earlier, I am entering the S(A)X bondage story contest and the story being sent is 'Gift', which should be posted on Gromet's Plaza site on December 10th. It is also my Christmas story this year for Gromet. Please enjoy it when it is posted and vote.

The stories for 'Yule Tied' have been finished and the e-book should be for sale shortly. The new stories that are included are 'Giving', 'Twas The Night', and 'Ringing In The New Year.' Those stories are exclusive to the e-book and will not be posted on any site. I will post teasers to those stories on this blog soon.

'Summer Project' soon should have a new chapter as well as 'Wrath'. There may also be a Christmas surprise as well.

Giving and other stories

It is well past the middle of November and I have completed one of the stories of the 'Yule Tied' collection e-book. 'Giving' is the first new story in the collection and 'Ringing In The New Year' is soon to be close behind. I am planning on giving you a taste of both as well as 'Twas the Night' if it gets finished in time. I have also been working on another chapter of 'Summer Project' and should be posted in December sometime.

I want to thank all of you that have taken the time to answer my informal survey of consensual versus non-consensual preferences. If you haven't taken the time to do so, please do.

Have a happy Thanksgiving.

November Plans

The holidays are just around the corner and so are my annual Christmas stories. This year will be a little different. My second e-book will contain some past stories plus a couple of unposted ones that have a holiday theme. I will also be entering the SAX leather story contest on Gromets website. Your vote would be appreciated once the stories are posted on December 10th. I am also trying to finish a chapter of 'Summer Project.'

As a final note, please leave comments. More often than not, that is the only way writers get any sort of compensation. Of course, you can also buy a copy of 'A New Haunt. . .collection of stories' to help as well. (I know, shameless plug). Your comments DO help me write better stories.