Craig's List
Man (29) will trade basic housekeeping services for nightly bondage. If interested inquire at email below.
This couldn't be real could it? Anna looked around her cluttered apartment. She could use some help keeping the place clean. He was probably some kinky freak though. Who the hell would do something like this. She had to find out.
Mark was a nice enough guy. Cute, smart, hard working, he just like the feeling of helplessness. His family couldn't understand so he put out his ad and moved clear across country. He went out of his way to keep the apartment clean, food stocked, and bills paid. Damn he was good at it too. All he asked in return was to be left bound on his bed in the guest bedroom from sunset to sunrise.
Anna wasn't very good at it at first. Her knots were weak and the ropes too loose. He wasn't happy and she could tell. He did too good a job to lose him to that. So she researched. She studied every bondage technique she could find online practicing on him every night. She began to notice looking at this stuff gave her a strange tingling sensation. Once she had him tied up well he'd moan in pleasure. It made her wet.
Mark hated being watched. She had to see the fruits of her labors. So she installed a nannycam. She would watch him late into the night fingering herself the whole time. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. That night as he headed for the guest bedroom she grabbed him and forced him into hers. Tackling him to the bed she forced him out of his clothes and bound him up tighter than she had ever before. A full body harness with arms box tied behind his back and legs bound just above and bellow the knees and twice more before reaching his feet. She bound them and his big toes as well.
She then pulled off her own clothes and mounted him. She rode him for hours, climax after climax. Eventually they passed out with him entangled in her sweaty limbs. The next morning she started to untie him but then stopped. Why should she? She was the only person in the world who knew where Mark was. He never left the apartment. He couldn't make her release him. She could do whatever the hell she wanted with him. That's what she would do. Anna owned Mark after all, she did buy him off Craig's List to begin with.
***
Hold the Anchovies
A pizza boy. Here I am with a college degree in philosophy and starting my first day as delivery boy for Itza Pizza Place. Turns out all that time and money I've invested doesn't add up to a career right now. The student loans I have are adding up though, hence the new job. God this was going to be fun.
Several houses and several hours later I was praying for this night to end. Most people were nice but they treated you as if you were a machine not a person. Take the money and walk away. The less they saw of you the better. God, it was so dehumanizing. Reaching the last stop I sighed in relief. It was a nondescript looking building on the edge of town.
I knocked on the cold metal door. The woman who answered blew my mind. She was tall & fair skinned with wavy red hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore knee high black stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, a very short leather mini-skirt, a tight black leather corset that showed off her ample cleavage. In her long black leather glove adorned hairs she held a crop. I stared at her mouth agape for a second.
"Oh good, food. I'm starving. Come with me."
I followed into a large and very strange room. A black leather table with shackles hanging off the edge sat next to a wall-mountain trident shaped bondage cross and a high sitting wooden chairs with shackles hanging from the rear legs. Oh, she was a dominatrix. That explained a lot.
"Let me see it."
"Excuse me?"
"The pizza, boy. I'm not paying for it until I check it."
"OK," I said confused, handing her the pie.
She opened the box and looked inside. Her face changed. It was suddenly filled with rage. She tossed it into the trash.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Anchovies. I've you people time and time again no anchovies."
Letting out a growl of pure frustration she grabbed me and drug me over to a set of wooden stocks. She forced my head and hands into the holes locking them in place. She then yanked down my pants.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
She grabbed a paddle and began whacking me on the ass. Each blow sent a fresh sting of pain into my body.
"I. Keep. Telling. You. I. Hate. Anchovies!"
"Please, stop! I'm just the delivery boy!"
"You're right."
She grabbed her phone and placed a call.
"Yes, this is Miranda Harrington. No, I did not enjoy my pizza. Why? BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING ANCHOVIES! I've told you time and time again I hate them. Yet you keep putting them on my pizza! I want my money back. All of it! For every pizza I've ever bought from you! Until you do you won't be getting your pizza boy back."
She hung up the phone.
"What the hell Lady! You can't be serious!" I shouted.
Big mistake. She stormed over and spanked me several times as hard as she could.
"Never to talk to your Mistress like that again."
"Goddammit woman just let me go!"
"Such an unruly boy. You need to learn to behave. Until that money comes I'm going to have to train you up. Now show that ass again. It needs a few more good hard whacks."
"No, please, don't. I'll do anything."
"Trust me, you soon will."
***
An Intimate Interview
"Hot damn!" I shouted.
"What?" my roommate asked irritated.
I guess my shout of joy had awoken him. It was past noon he needed to be up anyway so I didn't really care.
"I scored an interview with Black Lipstick."
"How the hell did you manage that?"
"She's a fan of my blog."
"I guess someone has to be."
I ignored him. Black Lipstick was a world renowned fetish rocker. She used to be a member of the hit singing group BDSM until they split up when lead singer Lady Alexandra got too big and went solo. I had been trying for months to score an interview for my music news blog. I had no real hope of her responding, it was just a fantasy of mine really. Yet here it was. A free VIP pass to her concert in town tomorrow night.
The next night I was there as early as they'd let me. Soon enough the stadium was full, the lights were down and the show was underway. Black Lipstick dominated the stage, pun fully intended. She was a gorgeous woman in her early thirties whose shorter stature was obscured by her clear physical power. She had piercing green eyes that looked right into a man's soul. Her husky voice gave me an erection every time I heard it. She had full red lips and fuller hourglass build with man-eating DD-Cup breasts which always looked like they were ready to rip out of her black Lycra bodysuit that looked like a strapless bra and panties held together by four thin straps.
As the night wore on I got the distinct impression she was watching me. I knew it was because my VIP pass put me right in front of the stage but still. Each time she looked my way and licked her lips that little horny teenager part of my brain got a thrill. The concert ended. I took a deep breath and walked backstage.
"Can I help you?" the bodyguard asked.
I showed him my pass.
"She'll be with you in a minute. Wait here."
So I did. And I waited. And I waited. I was ready to leave when she emerged from her dressing room.
"Oh hey, Sweetie, I'm sorry I took so long. We ran late in the wrap up and everything else. You know how it is."
"Don't sweat it. I can reschedule."
