http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/ 2011-10-19T15:34:55+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/ http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/lib/images/favicon.ico text/html 2010-02-01T02:46:36+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=a_christmas_femdom_santa&rev=1264992396&do=diff It was the festive season the hustle and bustle like every other year but something seemed different at the store this year. Decorations were up and the usual chocolates, plum puddings, and all the other trimmings for dinners and entertaining were on display. The crowds down from previous years but then the economy sucked both plants in town had closed during the year and many workers still had not found employment. Even Mother Nature had not been too cooperative the weather was chilled but the … text/html 2011-10-11T02:40:59+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=a_flight_of_fancy&rev=1318300859&do=diff When given the right to life, you’re given the right to die You may well feel grief so deep, you’ll recover never Yet Love’s tentacles will last forever When blessed with pain, you may sigh. When given the right to life, you’re given the right to learn Anything, no matter how wild, from aardvarks to zyzzyvas From culinary arts to placing flowers in a vase Degrees so wild and so varied you may earn! When given the right to life, you’re given the right to seek You may see gorgeous scen… text/html 2010-01-26T02:41:58+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=advisory_code_warnings&rev=1264473718&do=diff The stories on this site concern people in scenes of sadism and masochism, bondage, discipline, and sexual acts and are therefore adult in nature. You must be of legal age to view the content on this site. The stories on this site are either a work of fiction or are based on events that may have happened to the Author. These stories remain the copyright property of their respective Authors. Either the story has been sent to CollarNcuffs to be posted on this site and therefore licensed by t… text/html 2010-02-01T01:47:14+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=an_afternoon_of_torment&rev=1264988834&do=diff In all my years visiting professional mistresses, rather ironically, by far the most explosive, mind shattering episode I ever experienced and from which I never fully recovered, occurred during a visit to an absolute beginner and a complete novice at that profession. The following account is I believe an accurate record of the session as I still remember most details quite vividly, but there were some occasions where I believe I may have had moments of blackout or was not fully compos mentis f… text/html 2010-01-26T02:04:47+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_1&rev=1264471487&do=diff {Part 1} They finalized the plans via instant messenger that morning. She told him to use the side entrance as that one went directly into the pub. She also told him to sit across from the bar, to choose a booth along the wall. This seating arrangement would give her (and him) a full view when she entered to meet him there. He was also to bring his collar, bring it, not wear it? It was to be laying on the table when she arrived? They'd both waited far to long for this meeting to take place and … text/html 2010-01-26T02:15:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_10&rev=1264472141&do=diff He woke first, not sure where he was for a moment. He had another wonderful dream of his Mistress and felt his cock growing hard again. But then in his disoriented state his cock actually felt really heavy. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting in the darkened room and he heard someone else breathing, and close. As he got his wits about him he jumped as he realized there was a hand on his cock. That was the heaviness, there was a person laying beside him...hell, in his arms. He was confused for a m… text/html 2010-01-26T02:06:25+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_2&rev=1264471585&do=diff She was thrilled to be finally in the parking lot. The ten minute ride seemed to take hours. She got out of the car and told the driver, “give me five minutes...if I'm not back out you can leave”. Through the door she went. The regulars were well on their way to never-never land, drunk already she thought. That's good, for us anyway. Those guys won't remember a thing. As she looked around the rest of the bar there wasn't anyone except for that man she'd waited so long to torment in person. Sh… text/html 2010-01-26T02:07:30+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_3&rev=1264471650&do=diff She spied his car in the lot and headed straight for it. Waiting for him to step up and open the door for her. As he did, stepping in front of her she slid her hand across his ass. “Mmmm, nice ass baby. We're gonna give that thing a good working out later” text/html 2010-01-26T02:08:34+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_4&rev=1264471714&do=diff Now underway, naked from the waist down and locked-up tight. He listened intently as she gave him directions. Turn there, straight through this light. “Now we're home free baby” she said as they started up over the steep hill. As he took in the scenery, he noticed that town was disappearing fast. Soon they were to the top of the hill and there were no more houses, no more stores...just trees. The road narrowed a slight bit and wasn't as smooth either. They dropped down over the other side of th… text/html 2010-01-26T02:09:40+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_5&rev=1264471780&do=diff She buttoned up her coat as he reached for his pants. “what do you think you're doing?” She ask. “you won't be needing those, and as a matter of fact take that shirt off now too.” As he did in the parking lot, he did here too. Looked around to see who could be in seeing him in his nakedness. She did have neighbors and they were all close. Close enough to see him if they were looking out windows. But he didn't question as he pulled the shirt over his head laying it aside. text/html 2010-01-26T02:10:48+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_6&rev=1264471848&do=diff “Alrighty then sweet cheeks, turn yourself around for me. And put your arms behind you back too. You know it'll be fun getting to do this to a actual person finally. Those bolts of fabric I've been practicing on just aren't the same.” He turned on his knees, which weren't used to being on the floor this long. This was a position he'd not been used to. Sure she gave him his online tasks over the past months that involved him being on his knees, but that was shot periods of time, this was beginni… text/html 2010-01-26T02:12:13+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_7&rev=1264471933&do=diff She spread her legs wider and watched with a grin as he shuffled on his knees, careful not to lose his balance and fall over until he got turned and was facing her. She stood, her crotch in his face and she looped a finger in either side of her thong and slowly slid them down her body. Once past her hips she let the panties fall to the floor and sliding her hand back up her thigh she slowed and drug her finger tip across her clit. Rubbing and caressing where his had just been. Sliding a finger i… text/html 2010-01-26T02:13:20+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_8&rev=1264472000&do=diff She extended her arms out and snapped her wrists, the blanket floating down like a lazy cloud, landing on the floor behind him and the gentle breeze caressing his skin as it touched down. “Alrighty handsome man, turn yourself around, bend at the waist and face down. I want that sweet ass in the air”, she helped him get turned and held on to him as he lowered himself. His ass still in the air displayed and at her disposal. His arms still tied behind his back, the leash on his cock and balls pull… text/html 2010-01-26T02:14:33+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=and_they_met_part_9&rev=1264472073&do=diff She sat down on the blanket beside him. Reaching over she placed a thumb and index finger in the o-ring on his gates. Looking at him she ask... “Do you suppose I could make this thing cum with my tongue while it's locked in here?” She studied his member intently, the cogs turning he could see. text/html 2010-01-05T01:20:56+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=anima&rev=1262654456&do=diff text/html 2011-10-11T03:46:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=another_tease_and_denial&rev=1318304801&do=diff [ ] Another call clicked in. “Hi, you're through to technical support, Matt speaking, how may I help?” “Keep looking at your monitor, act normally” said the voice, “This is Caroline.” He almost froze, his line manager. What had he done to warrant a call from Her? Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Her at Her desk in the far corner, watching him. text/html 2010-01-13T03:45:34+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=anthony01&rev=1263354334&do=diff Three days a week, I work as the lead pony boy in the Compound's Femdom stables —— cleaning, fetching, being basically on call for whatever the Mistresses may require of me, the submissive slave. I also, of course, perform actual “pony” duties. That is, the Mistresses ride my saddled back as I carry them from place to place here on Compound property. A well-trained Taxi service. It can be exhausting work, but I just love how it feels when they wrap their legs tightly around my waist, hol… text/html 2010-01-05T00:33:36+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=at_what_price&rev=1262651616&do=diff [ ] text/html 2011-10-11T02:45:52+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=beating&rev=1318301152&do=diff Beating....... Together we lay in a twisted knot like a huge pretzel Darkness hides us on this hot still night Over the constant rolling hum of the fan I can hear a beating....... Rhythmic it becomes more distinct I know this sound....... Straining to hear only it I close my eyes and pull you closer text/html 2010-01-08T04:00:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=beyond_boots&rev=1262923241&do=diff [ ] I know what you have been thinking about, lately…..and it’s ok, sweetie, because I put those thoughts there. And as you stand there, in front of the exotic shoe store, pretending to be looking for a gift for your wife, you see my reflection in the glass. You turn round quickly to see me. But no one is there, nothing at all, but my scent. The scent that you know is mine, Mistress Judi. Because I have programmed you to smell me at certain times. And…you know, one of those times is when you … text/html 2010-01-04T23:20:53+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=biker_bitch&rev=1262647253&do=diff [ ] In the fantasy, I'm in a rough part of town alone at night. It's an area with a lot of industrial activity and abandoned warehouses. At night, it's a sort of Urban Ghost town, and very dangerous. I'm going down a shortcut that's not exactly safe. In the distance, I hear loud motorcycles, and they're getting close. I eventually realize that they're not on the main street a couple blocks away, but right behind me, and coming fast. I pretend not to notice and pick up the pace. They finally sto… text/html 2009-12-11T10:49:13+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=birthday&rev=1260528553&do=diff Ken's car pulled up before the house in the quiet street. His excitement had grown during his journey here. Inside that house was a fantasy come true. Two days before while he was working in his office his secretary Monica had come in and perched herself on the edge of his desk. Now Monica was a knockout. Tall, slim and blonde. Legs that went on forever. Breasts that weren't huge but always seemed about to poke their pointed nipples through her blouse. And hair - a beautiful long pageboy, full f… text/html 2009-12-11T11:19:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=black_panties&rev=1260530381&do=diff [ ] “Uh...” her soft and almost inaudible gasp resonated through out the room. He couldn't look back, he knew all to well the trouble he was in. She had returned from shopping early, and stood by the door in shock. “What do you think your doing?” she asked in a baffled tone. His mind began racing for a suitable answer. text/html 2009-12-11T11:14:47+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=bonnies_cross&rev=1260530087&do=diff The room is dark, lit only by a few candles, obscure shadows fall upon the walls. A cross sits by the wall, a bed draped in purple near the other. The silhouette of a man and a women stand in the center of the room. Miss Bonnie kisses him on the neck, tasting him, tasting his apprehension. Slowly she runs her hands over his chest, up and down his body. Softly feeling him, caressing his body. text/html 2010-01-05T00:42:03+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=bound&rev=1262652123&do=diff text/html 2009-12-23T01:32:55+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=burglar_chapter_1&rev=1261531975&do=diff [ ] He arrived at the house, the coast was clear. Slowly he opened the iron gate, it creaked on it's rusted hinges. He slid through the opening and carefully closed it behind him. He approached the door, turned the handle on the off chance the owners were dumb enough to leave it unlocked. It turned and the door opened silently inward. text/html 2009-12-23T02:14:43+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=burglar_chapter_2&rev=1261534483&do=diff Hours later she arose from her slumber, the previous session merely an afterglow to her body. She stretched and sat upright. Looking down she saw her slave, pete. He was curled up on the floor sleeping like the obedient dog he was. She smiled at him remembering the fun she had had with him earlier. She felt the warmth returning to her thighs, her nipples became erect as the sessions vivid memory played through her head. She had to have more. “Get up!” she yelled at her slave. He wakened insta… text/html 2009-12-23T02:21:58+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=burglar_chapter_3&rev=1261534918&do=diff It was the next morning when things began in earnest. I had been a night to remember. Mistress awakened, stretched and never in her life had she felt so satisfied. She looked over and there on the floor curled up was her slave, pete. What a life altering mistake he had made, breaking into the dungeon to rob the place only to be captured and turned into her fantasy slave. She had never met a slave who should withstand such intense CBT, in fact just thinking of what she had already done to him m… text/html 2010-01-04T23:30:07+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=captive&rev=1262647807&do=diff [ ] in my latest fantasy, I'm wandering around in the woods in a very rural area at night. I'm utterly lost, and finally, I see an exit. I climb up a steep hill, and see I'm back to civilization. The exit I took left me in the backyard of a big house. I start walking, relieved to be out of there. I plan to walk around the house and try to find my way home. When I get close to the house, however, the back door springs open, and I hear the cocking of a shotgun. The weapon aimed right at me, I of … text/html 2010-01-08T03:55:26+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=chaira&rev=1262922926&do=diff [ ] Welcome to your first session………This therapy is experimental….but I assure you…..it will do wonders in your life You don’t know me very well……..but soon…….very soon….I am going to be all that you think about……all that you dream about…….all that you live for. text/html 2010-01-13T03:09:20+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=cockold_mistress&rev=1263352160&do=diff I arrived at the appointed time, rang the doorbell, and waited for Mistress to let me. I was more nervous than usual because today was to be special. Today, Mistress would be playing a most unusual role; today, Mistress would be my wife. When Mistress answered the door, she was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. It was what I might have expected from my wife on a sunny fall afternoon. She smiled at me knowingly and said, “Hi, honey. You’re home from work early. Are you excited about tonight?” … text/html 2010-01-05T03:28:48+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=copyright&rev=1262662128&do=diff All pages are Protected by Copyscape Plagiarism Checking Software Plagiarism Checker - Do not copy content from this page. About copying from CollarNcuffs.com and copyright © If you are planning to copy our material for your personal use, or for sending a page to a friend, you are welcome (but please keep the copyright and link information at the end of the page). If you wish to upload it into a website, blog or group, please don't, not even for promoting our site. Why should they vi… text/html 2010-01-08T04:46:50+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=dani&rev=1262926010&do=diff He could still remember the day she told him that she wanted him to be her slave. It was one of those long late summer days that dissolved itself into a magical evening aglow with the lingering colors of a splendid sunset. The windows were open and they sat together both of them nearly naked, looking out towards the low clouds their blurred edges lit with pinks and yellows. Janey was leaning back into her chair with her chest elevated, her beautiful C cup breasts just starting to sprinkle with a… text/html 2010-01-13T03:52:51+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=david_01&rev=1263354771&do=diff I've been Mistress Princesca's personal number-one slave for about two years now. She's told me I am her favorite pet. When I first came here, I was just one of the many slaves here. Or so I thought. I didn't realize then that Mistress Princesca had special plans for me. text/html 2010-01-13T03:53:48+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=david_02&rev=1263354828&do=diff Now the woman began talking to the audience at the bondage expo. “Mistresses, Masters and slaves. I am Princesca and it is my pleasure to demonstrate for you my newest invention. I call it the 'Displayer' and it has many uses. It positions the slave, quite comfortably, in such a manner that his cock, balls, and ass —— or for the female slave, her clit, vagina and ass —— are offered for discipline. Positioned this way, the slave is made available for anything. As you will notice, my sl… text/html 2010-01-05T01:06:05+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=do_we_really_know&rev=1262653565&do=diff text/html 2010-01-04T23:15:02+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=dommedeanna&rev=1262646902&do=diff [ ] Keith stumbled about indifferently in the living room, or “dance floor”. In his typical self destructive manner, he had attended a party full of “friends” whom he had hated utterly, just for a chance to get drunk. See, he was young: Still eighteen, and too young to buy liquor. He was frustrated with life, and with his situation. He was out of a job, had a year left of high school and was going nowhere in terms of grades or prospects. Suddenly, he felt a need too deep seeded and intuitive to… text/html 2010-01-08T04:29:38+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=dr_astill&rev=1262924978&do=diff [ ] My first trip to a psychiatrist was making me very nervous, indeed. I had felt very confused for about 25 years now, and several trips to therapists, a failed marriage, an identity crisis, and bouts with depression had convinced me that I needed to try something different….something more. text/html 2010-02-20T00:03:46+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=feast_or_famine_chapters_1-8&rev=1266624226&do=diff Part 1 Is love a sickness or a cure. The blue bound collection of short stories sitting on the homemade pine bookshelf caught his eye in the moonlit room. A present from his grandfather on his tenth birthday they were one of his most treasured possessions, but they’d been read so often the edges were badly frayed and the pages had started to fall out. Written in the 1930’s they had ‘The New York Public Library’ stamp on the inside cover of each book, and also the name Ira Glass in faded red … text/html 2010-01-26T02:16:44+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=first_meeting&rev=1264472204&do=diff He wasn’t nervous. Nervousness is about self-preservation, concern for safety. No, the feeling inside him was quite the opposite. It was exhilaration, thrill at the risk of meeting a true dominant sadist. She told him to meet her at a West Village bar. Good. Somewhere she’d be comfortable. They recognized one another just outside the door. She led him all the way to the back room, dark and isolated, motioned for him to share a sofa. Even better. His imagination began to run free there in the cus… text/html 2011-06-25T05:31:33+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=forget_me_not&rev=1308979893&do=diff The Mistress slowly stepped over to the basement door, and the sound of her four inch heels clicking on ceramic tiles was deafening. She reached the door of the basement and stopped to listen to the gale outside. The sound of the rain beating on the tin roof of the shed sounded like the devil wailing to raise the dead. There was a wind howling through the trees, and the sound was only adding to the coldness of the winter night. A wisp of a smile was on her lips as her mind acknowledged the t… text/html 2011-10-11T00:08:25+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=friday_night&rev=1318291705&do=diff The bar is crowded, even for a Friday. The blue-collar crowd is out in force; the band is loud; and the pool tables and dance floor are both packed. Most of them are celebrating the end of another work week, and well on their way to beginning the weekend in style. Southern style. Beer, booze, music, and having a good time. text/html 2010-01-13T03:11:38+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_1&rev=1263352298&do=diff I stared at the hotel room door. My heart pounding. We had finally worked out the logistics of a meeting and I was about to knock on the door of the room we had gotten. In knew she was in there...waiting. The woman who had met me as an equal, had an initial attraction, a failed submission, a flurry of anger, a reunion, my submitting to her...all this passed through my mind. I thought back to her requests when we set up this meeting. I was to wear no socks, no underwear, just jeans, a tee shirt a… text/html 2010-01-13T03:12:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_2&rev=1263352361&do=diff The shudders of her climax had barely slowed when Mistress Luna grinned and stared down at me. 'I do love the way the gates of hell fit my cock, Charles. But there are some things that need to be done. I think I did say I prefer my cock shaved, didn't I?' As she said this she pulled on the tuff of pubic hair still visible behind the gates of hell. 'But let's do this the right way'. She got up and from under the bed she pulled out her high leather boots, and sitting on the edge of the bed she put… text/html 2010-01-13T03:14:00+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_3&rev=1263352440&do=diff I was still reeling from being collared as Mistress Luna sat back and smiled at her handiwork. 'I always knew I would have you submit to me' she laughed and deep inside I knew she was right. 'Now get up' I got to my feet and she walked behind me and untied my hands. 'On the bed Charles, and I want you all spread out for me, once set, don't move unless I direct you to do so'. I quickly got on the bed and spread my arms and legs wide, my heart racing as I did not know what to expect, except the fa… text/html 2010-01-13T03:15:32+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_4&rev=1263352532&do=diff Freshly shorn, I lay there in something like shock. Her words still echoed in my head “Never”“Forever”, until it became a litany. But cramping muscles brought me back to reality. That and the fact that Luna was untying my legs. With a groan ,I was able to stretch my legs as she easily controlled me. To my relief, she also began to untie one wrist and then the other. I had not realized how sore I was from straining against the ties until I was released. I felt myself begin to relax ,thinking her … text/html 2010-01-13T03:17:37+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_5&rev=1263352657&do=diff When she untied me, there was very little of the Dom left in me. She had taken my core beliefs in myself, held them in her hand, laughed at them and remolded me to fit her whim. She had used me for her pleasure, every private area, every inch and opening of my body felt her will. She bent me to her will and she claimed her ownership. She ripped me open psychologically and left me wanting more. The process had me doubly scared - once as how easily she had been able to dominate completely a life -… text/html 2010-01-13T03:36:36+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=gates_of_hell_chapter_6&rev=1263353796&do=diff The lesson did not take long to begin. Upon entering the room, she told me to strip which I did without question nor hesitation. Once naked, she had me sit in an armless chair that was in the room. Quickly, she tied the collar, my arms and legs to the chair, immobilizing me. My cock was still hard from the drive and firmly encased in the Gates of Hell. She grinned at me, seeing my powerlessness and vulnerability. She began to undress and I looked at the hard points of her nipples, the slight red… text/html 2010-01-13T03:58:07+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=george_01&rev=1263355087&do=diff “Ass up!” I was standing there in Mistress Gwen's private chamber, legs spread, bent over, with my hands touching my toes. She was standing behind me, correcting my pose in minute ways. Obeying her, I arched my back and pushed my ass higher. But she grabbed my hips, angling them up even more. text/html 2010-01-04T23:52:44+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=groceries&rev=1262649164&do=diff [ ] He stood in the queue waiting the cold had made his skin into goose flesh, and he was sure people could see the outline of the black plug he held within. His nipples tightening made the small subtle clamps bite deeper and here he stood trying to calm himself, his body invaded with Her, his nipples on fire, collecting the groceries she had told him to fetch. text/html 2009-12-11T10:57:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=hand&rev=1260529061&do=diff [ ]There was a sheet of silk, glistening gold, stretched tight. What was beneath it was unseen, but known. For from out of the center of the silk jutted a male organ. It too, glistened about the head. It was engorged to its limit, veins standing out on the shaft, erect and hard. And yet, it was failing. Gradually, slowly, like a small animal trying to retreat without being noticed, it softened. Over the minutes it shrank back, seeming to be seeking the shelter of the hole from which it protrude… text/html 2010-01-05T01:31:32+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=heat&rev=1262655092&do=diff text/html 2010-01-05T00:00:24+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=her_feet&rev=1262649624&do=diff [ ] he’d been laying there awhile, on his back, Her feet upon his face, heels a gentle pressure over his eyes Her toes pointing downwards, gently resting on his chin. Every now and then when She giggled at the programme She watched She would bring them together, squeezing his nose and cutting off his air, and during the adverts he could tell She was bored, as he counted as his heartbeats thundering in his ears, fighting to control his need to breathe, then gasping for air as She released him. H… text/html 2011-10-11T03:24:37+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=her_good_little_boy&rev=1318303477&do=diff [ ] She sat back in the chair, naked save for the thick strap-on dildo protruding from between Her legs. Beckoning to the boy, She gestured him over, Her eyes running over his smooth naked body as he crossed the room towards Her. She loved to watch his slim naked form; every inch of him was so delicious, and She knew that every inch of him was Hers alone. text/html 2010-01-05T01:43:16+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=her_whore&rev=1262655796&do=diff text/html 2010-02-01T22:48:37+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=holodeck&rev=1265064517&do=diff She passed down the hallway in her fetish gear, diddy bag in hand. Completely out of uniform, but not completely out of the ordinary for starship occupants who saunter towards the much coveted holodecks. She'd been working on this program for months on end, picking at each detail, preening over the finer points that would make this the ultimate fantasy scene of her dreams. Months ago, she'd reserved her vacation time, and now her mind raced and her body tingled at the possibilities of what was a… text/html 2010-01-05T00:57:42+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=i_delight&rev=1262653062&do=diff text/html 2010-01-13T04:00:33+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_01&rev=1263355233&do=diff “Slap!” Another whap with the paddle on my burning butt. That makes eight. Only two more to go and then I could relax. I kept telling myself not to cry, not even to whimper. And I was concentrating all my energy into not moving a muscle. text/html 2010-01-13T04:44:16+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_02&rev=1263357856&do=diff It was almost 6 o'clock and the sun was still bright enough to make me squint my eyes as my trainer Tom and I left the main house and follow the path to the Clinic. We passed another slave and his trainer as they exited from the Clinic door after their own session inside. text/html 2010-01-13T05:00:11+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_03&rev=1263358811&do=diff The hour I've both longed for and dreaded was almost here. Mistress Maureen had ordered that I be brought to her bedchamber at 9 o'clock this evening and it was almost that now. This was the night that I was to give up my virgin ass to her strap-on. text/html 2010-01-13T05:01:58+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_04&rev=1263358918&do=diff The expression on my face must have resembled that of a frightened deer caught in the headlights of a car, because Mistress Maureen chuckled and told me, “I had this dildo specially made just for you. It was designed from the measurements of your own erect penis.” text/html 2010-02-04T02:39:59+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_s_wicked_auntie_chapter_1&rev=1265251199&do=diff Jason Davies stared at his watch longer than necessary as it played an unrecognizable electronic tune to indicate 3 pm; he needn't have considered the beeps as he knew all too well what time it was. For no more than eight feet away was a gold faced cuckoo clock, it no longer chimed or allowed the little fake bird to dance past its doors and had probably been in the same spot since the school opened … but, it still work well enough to remind him how slowly the last 47 minutes had passed. He sighe… text/html 2010-02-04T03:10:18+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_s_wicked_auntie_chapter_2&rev=1265253018&do=diff He shifted as gently as he could in the car seat - trying to get comfortable, impossible. His bum throbbed on every bump and now it was starting to itch - he badly wanted to pull his pants down and scratch and sooth his bottom; he needed ice to get rid of the stinging, but of course - that he could not do. He shook his head and he didn’t care if she saw him; he wasn’t angry about being caned - more like badly shocked, and it hurt like fuck - but he’d get over it; he was very pissed off about mi… text/html 2010-02-04T03:27:30+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=jason_s_wicked_auntie_chapter_3&rev=1265254050&do=diff It took her a few moments to realise but she knew she was awake, and she hesitated for a few moments more before lifting her head halfway off the pillow. Her eye’s seemed glued together as she struggled to gain her vision, only to see blurred dark shapes. Her dream broken just as the green demon was urging her to force her fist into Jason’s anus; the young man groaned and struggled against the bright white rope which bound his hands and feet to the bed. The demon laughed in Mimi’s darkness, she … text/html 2010-01-05T00:16:53+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=late&rev=1262650613&do=diff [ ] Knackered he climbed from the car, stretching his back as he walked towards the house, music was blaring upstairs and he smiled, She was happy, listening to the words he hummed them as he pushed the key into the lock “these boot are made for walk.....”. As soon as his key turned, the music shut off, his gut sank, “Your late” a flat tone called from upstairs, he knew apology was useless, if She said it was so, then it simply was. Instead he opted to remain silent. “I said fucktard that you… text/html 2010-01-04T23:38:40+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=laundry_room&rev=1262648320&do=diff [ ] In the fantasy, I've been in my old apartment building's basement, doing laundry in the laundry room. It'll be extremely late, maybe 3 AM when I'll hear the noise of boots approaching slowly. The noise will get louder, until the woman comes into the room. She'll have open toed high heels and beautiful feet/skin. She'll be very pale and very tall: About 6”2” with blue/gray eyes and jet black hair. She'll make me feel very uneasy with her presence, and walk towards me. Often in the fantasy, s… text/html 2010-01-04T23:44:47+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=m_lady&rev=1262648687&do=diff [ ] The tip-tapping of the metal capped stiletto heels upon the stone steps, worn smooth by use, echo around the space as She wends Her way down the spiral staircase into the depths of God-knows-where. The flickering torches do nothing but highlight the stark contrast of her coloring. The pale skin of Her face is punctuated by a vicious shade of red, coating Her lips and sitting like a knife slash below a very aquiline nose. Hair the color of corn silk is scraped back across Her crown and tied… text/html 2010-01-05T00:49:19+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=magnificent_splender&rev=1262652559&do=diff The hornets were on the screen door A warning of the coming storm He didn’t understand the meaning Didn’t know he was about to become unborn Laying in his easy chair Taken by surprise She came through the sliding porch door Like a raging hurricane Knocking him on the floor text/html 2010-01-08T04:49:27+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_1&rev=1262926167&do=diff I spend a lot of time by myself, not intentionally. I like people and I love my wife very much. But my life requires a great deal of commitment. Not that it’s difficult for me, I am very devoted and seldom get board with my duties. My wife is very demanding and because she realizes how much I love her, she knows also how much she can expect from me. This has always been true, beginning with our first date. It must have been clear to her from the way I looked at her or from some subtle clue in my… text/html 2010-01-09T04:54:12+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_10&rev=1263012852&do=diff As I lay in bed the following morning, I was aware of some discomfort around my anus and scrotum. I remembered the candles and the hot wax and was relieved that I knew the cause of the irritation in my rectum. Tentatively I lifted the sheet covering my body and looked at my genitals, which of course were black and blue from the blows administered by Dr. Pam. Small specs of tissue were stuck to the surface of my balls and spatters of dried blood were also evident. It looked as though a tattoo had… text/html 2010-01-09T04:59:18+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_11&rev=1263013158&do=diff Six months went by. I was so busy with all of my duties that I hardly noticed the time passing. Margarite and Ralph were spending a lot of time alone together. Most nights their bedroom door was closed by seven O Clock and only opened after that to receive drinks and snacks. Lindy and I would sit together in the living room watching TV and listening to see if either of us was needed for anything. Lindy had been taken to the piercing studio shortly after our last group get-together and had both o… text/html 2010-01-09T05:02:23+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_12&rev=1263013343&do=diff The next morning began in a glow of soft sunlight that filtered through the gauze curtains on the East side of the house. It was after eleven before either of the women were out of bed. I had completed nearly all of my cleaning and had the preparations for the afternoon meeting well underway, when I decided to take a break and get in the shower. It was another ten minutes and I was carefully shaving my face, chest and genitals. this didn’t take long, due to my reluctant body hairs. I splashed a … text/html 2010-01-09T05:09:07+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_13&rev=1263013747&do=diff The next few weeks were among the happiest of my life. I was back living in “my own” house, with my beautiful wife and her retinue of slaves, of which I was growing fonder every day. There were a few times when I was forced to perform homosexual acts with Ralph or other men whom Margarite wanted to entertain. This was very difficult for me at first, since I had never desired to have sex with a man. Margarite understood this and took special care to explain to me how much it would amuse her to se… text/html 2010-01-09T05:13:27+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_14&rev=1263014007&do=diff This brings me to the present time and in concluding my story what I have to relate may seem to be even more cruel and heartless than anything I have written up to this point. One day I entered Margarite’s bedroom to remove the sheets from her bed in order to wash them. As I came into the room Ralph suddenly became quiet and Margarite was staring directly at him with a haughty and reproachful look. “Your telling me that you lost your job? And that it’s been two weeks and you haven’t told me?” Ma… text/html 2010-01-08T04:51:22+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_2&rev=1262926282&do=diff The next few days were uneventful. As Margarite and I settled into our old routine I hardly thought of the new man in her life. When I did it was ever so briefly. After all there was nothing I could do about it. In all likelihood, he would not make the grade with Margarite. It was she who would decide his fate and I well knew that nothing he could do or say would effect the outcome of her deliberations. But Friday night came and she announced that she was going out. I quickly selected the bra an… text/html 2010-01-08T04:53:35+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_3&rev=1262926415&do=diff Yes, well I do spend a lot of time reminiscing while my wife is out partying and I had thought that Ralph had become her new primary lover but apparently I was wrong because the next evening, I was just finishing up the dishes, when I heard the phone ring. I answered it in the way which Margarite prefers:, “Margarite’s residence, may I help you?” It was Dr. Jones asking for Margarite. Margarite took the phone in the kitchen and as I resumed washing the dishes I could make out parts of their conv… text/html 2010-01-08T04:55:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_4&rev=1262926541&do=diff Of course I found out about all of this later, some of it from Ralph, but I also gathered a lot from what I overheard between the women as they conversed. They never paid any attention to me. I was like a lamp or a table. In fact I was often used as a foot stool by one or more of them when they relaxed over tea in the late afternoon. When they were comfortable they spoke very freely with no concern about how I might feel about what they were saying. It was one such afternoon noon when I found ou… text/html 2010-01-08T04:57:17+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_5&rev=1262926637&do=diff One day I was cleaning Margarite’s house and it was getting late in the day. It was almost time for her to come home from work. I was expected to have all of my work completed by 4:30 and return to Susan’s, but I guess sentimentality had overcome me as I was vacuuming her bedroom. I could remember how happy she had been when I purchased the bedroom furniture for her, how comfortable and serene the room had become after Margarite had added her personal accents. Now I stood before her bureau dusti… text/html 2010-01-09T04:40:46+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_6&rev=1263012046&do=diff Late in the afternoon, on the following Tuesday, I returned home late (to Susans’s house) after cleaning at Margarite’s. With Ralph living there now, there was quite a bit more work to do. He was pretty typical in a lot of ways. He had obviously never learned to throw his dirty clothes into the hamper, bus his coffee cups or clean his ash trays. Of course Margarite was messy by design; she knew how much I treasured her slovenliness. I always felt as though she had tossed each pair of soiled pant… text/html 2010-01-09T04:44:02+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_7&rev=1263012242&do=diff When I arrived at my old house (of course it was hardly mine anymore) I noticed that quite a lot of mail had accumulated on the entry table. I opened a small box that was addressed to Margarite and was mailed from a company called “Restraining Orders”. It contained two new black leather slave collars, one male and one female. New paraphernalia always turned me on so I carefully tried the male collar around my neck, after removing mine first. But the collar was considerably too big for my 15” nec… text/html 2010-01-09T04:47:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_8&rev=1263012461&do=diff By the end of that day I was exhausted and also I have to admit, a little confused. Was I to be allowed home after the ceremony. Should I go by Susan’s and pick up my clothes. I guess it wouldn’t matter much one way or the other, for I had few pieces of clothing: two aprons, seven pairs of panties, one set of “acceptable street clothes” and no other possessions really, unless you count a few legal pads, in which Margarite would sometimes insist that I write pledges of my devotion to her, and som… text/html 2010-01-09T04:51:01+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=margarite_bobbie_chapter_9&rev=1263012661&do=diff I was nearly unconscious by the time I realized that I was nearly upside down. My body was bent and my genitals hung over my face, dangling their contorted fruit in front of me. At this point I began to here the sounds of people entering the room. Because of the hardwood floors their shoes made very distinctive sounds. Most of the people were women, but some were obviously men. Before long the room was buzzing with whispers and I could make out scraps of conversations. I could tell that few of t… text/html 2010-01-13T05:51:46+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=meet_the_new_army&rev=1263361906&do=diff The auditorium was filled with a hundred nervous soon-to-be-former civilians. They eyed the uniformed women stationed near the exits with a mixture of lust and apprehension; the appearance inspired the former, the attitudes the latter. Like every new batch of recruits throughout history, these were wondering just what the fuck had happened that they found themselves here. At the front of the auditorium, six men entered, nude, in single file, nude. They marched to a point where the group was cen… text/html 2010-01-13T05:04:10+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=michael_01&rev=1263359050&do=diff My last owners were a dominant married couple. They liked to include me in their lovemaking sessions, and although I had tried my best to do whatever they wanted, I didn't think they were very happy with me. They never spoke to me except to give me an order. text/html 2010-01-13T05:07:47+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=michael_02&rev=1263359267&do=diff That night, while trying to sleep locked in the cupboard beneath the kitchen sink, I heard Mistress screaming and yelling at Master, and Master whimpering his pitiful apologies to her. Neither had said a word to me except to order me into this dark, cramped space. text/html 2010-01-13T05:10:01+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=michael_03&rev=1263359401&do=diff King began to push his cock against my asshole, but it wouldn't go in. He pressed harder, but the knob still couldn't get inside. Frustrated, he stepped back, picked up a paddle, aimed it between my legs and —— whap! —— hit my balls. I screamed. text/html 2010-01-08T03:40:21+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=miss_davini&rev=1262922021&do=diff [ ] run down the hall panting, Mistress Divini wanted her robe 20 minutes ago and I am in so much trouble. I careen around the corner, almost out off breath, skin shining, and shoulder length blond hair clinging to my neck from perspiration. As I round the last corner I slow down to catch my breath. Upon reaching the door I raise my hand and bring it down hard three times. “Mistress I am here with your robe!” I say in a strong, yet submissive voice. Through the door I hear a whistle, the kind y… text/html 2009-12-11T11:43:50+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=mr.johnston_s_secretary&rev=1260531830&do=diff Sitting alone in his darkened office, his large desk only lit by a small lamp and the glow from his monitor, Mr. Johnson dutifully signed yet another document. Placing it on the small stack in his out box and pulling another from much larger stack from his in box. He couldn't wait to finish the seemingly endless stack of paperwork before him. He knew his wife would be waiting for him at home. She had winked at him as she kissed him goodbye this morning and told him tonight would be special. It s… text/html 2010-02-01T23:14:13+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_1&rev=1265066053&do=diff Mistress Diabolique settled back comfortably in her sun lounger and allowed the sun's rays to warm her lush, ripe body. Although she had recently entered the “filthy 40s”, she had a figure that would have been the envy of a woman 15 or even 20 years her junior. text/html 2010-02-01T23:16:37+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_2&rev=1265066197&do=diff Looking back on it, she realised that the entrapment and path to slavery had been amazingly simple with young Caleb. The 40-year-old domina had a well-heeled stable of sluts and slaves, but most – of necessity – were of “a certain age”. After all, even if she would have taken them, very few 18-year-olds could afford her high prices – high prices for which, Mistress Diabolique knew, she offered an excellent service. text/html 2010-02-01T23:19:38+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_3&rev=1265066378&do=diff I hung suspended in the metal flogging frame, my wrists held in the top corners beneath the cross bar by sturdy leather restrainers. At the base of the frame my widespread ankles were similarly bound. The height of the frame meant that my toes were just touching the smoothly cut lawn beneath me. The frame had braces at the base extending to two small wheels on each side, which made the entire contraption portable. text/html 2010-02-01T23:21:48+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_4&rev=1265066508&do=diff I am pony pranced By “downstairs” I had no doubt whatsoever that Aunty Pat had intended me to wait for her in what she termed “the games room”, and as I walked off I saw her talking to the two gardeners. I couldn't hear their conversation but a peal of laughter from the two younger ladies convinced me that I had been the subject of their mirth. I was also apprehensive in case Aunty Pat intended going back on her promise not to let the girls at me! I entered the cool basement beneath the house a… text/html 2010-02-01T23:29:05+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_5&rev=1265066945&do=diff After an appetising lunch, Aunty Pat and Anita Armitage, her deputy-in-discipline, left to get kitted out in different outfits, which I realized was part of their penchant for always looking ravishing for their sex slave. My aunt instructed me to return to the games room while they were getting outfitted and to await their return. I was in the “slave position”, kneeling in the middle of the chamber when the domination duo returned. text/html 2010-02-01T23:31:24+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_6&rev=1265067084&do=diff From then on, the days ran into a summery blur. Each morning, after breakfast, I would be prepared to carry ride either my aunt, or Anita, out around the property in the humiliating pony position – the dominatrix seated across my shoulders. Anita was lighter than my aunt, but not by much, so both were quite a sweat-inducing weight on my shoulders. text/html 2010-02-01T23:33:21+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_7&rev=1265067201&do=diff The evening before the party, as we relaxed watching one of the femdom videos I had selected from Aunty Pat's wide selection of porno movies, she told me about the three ladies who had been invited along to the poolside party. “You'll love Ebony,” said Aunty Pat, as she gently stroked my eight-inch erection, while we watched a trio of sexily-clad dommes put a pony boy through his athletic paces. text/html 2010-02-01T23:37:10+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_8&rev=1265067430&do=diff A couple of days after the poolside party and my embarrassingly gauche protestation of love for the statuesque Ebony, the 40-year-old black university lecturer, Aunty Pat, Anita and I were sitting having breakfast when the phone rang. Aunty spoke for several minutes, then hung up. “That was the general,” she told Anita. “He needs us for a session.” text/html 2010-02-01T23:40:25+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_aunt_my_domme_chapter_9&rev=1265067625&do=diff Aunty Pat and Anita called to collect me for the return drive home around 7pm. Ebony had been true to her word and had “fucked my brains out” after lunch, with the occasional visit to her torture chamber for some punishment games. So I was pretty exhausted by the time the car arrived to pick me up! text/html 2010-01-05T00:19:27+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=my_tormentress&rev=1262650767&do=diff I am writing this in a nice little café. The sun is warm upon my shoulders and the scent of fresh coffee assails my nostrils as I wait. A text arrives and grinning my thumbs fly across the pad in reply. Just thirty minutes before she arrives, hardly anytime really, not nearly enough to tell you about her, and most certainly not enough to tell you about us. text/html 2010-02-01T02:59:15+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=nathan_goes_to_philly&rev=1264993155&do=diff As Nathan stood at the side of the train waiting to board, clouds of cold air and steam drifted into sight at the end of the platform reminding him of an old movie. He raised his coat collar and braced himself against the cold while the riders ahead of him shuffled up the stairs. Finally settling into his seat he drew out the Times from his brief case and relaxed for the hour and half trip to Philadelphia. By the time the train lurched into motion his mind was already wandering. Through the fogg… text/html 2010-01-13T05:11:01+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=nickolas_01&rev=1263359461&do=diff My name is Nicholas. I've been a slave here at the Compound for five months. Although I'm not officially owned by anyone —— not yet anyway —— I'm being trained to prepare me for next summer's slave auction, where I hope to be purchased by a loving Mistress. My dream is to devote myself completely to her —— whoever she may be —— in hopes that she will find me worthy and keep me with her always. text/html 2010-02-02T00:05:05+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=object_of_his_desires&rev=1265069105&do=diff His arms were starting to shake and he had a nasty cramp in his right thigh, so he was grateful that the movie credits were starting to roll on the screen. She had been using him as a footstool for almost 3 hours while she watched the movie and he was glad he would be able to move now. As she clicked off the DVD player, she looked down at him and said, “Is my pet getting a little sore?” “No Ma’am, it is my pleasure to serve as your footstool whenever you require it”, he said. “Such a good l… text/html 2010-01-08T04:37:19+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=on_my_knees&rev=1262925439&do=diff On My Knees You are soo beautiful, your female slave is staked out on top of the coffee table. You comand me to kiss her breasts. The sound of a voice commanding someone to give pleasure, it is strange and wonderfull. Slowly you direct me to move slowly across her body. Slowly, silently I move down her trunk. She can hear the crop against my skin, she assumes it is my ass and you hear me wince and feel me recoil as you reprimand me for moving too swiftly. I am between her legs now, licking suck… text/html 2009-12-11T11:04:37+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=ordeal_for_two&rev=1260529477&do=diff [ ]Kevin opened his eyes slowly. As consciousness returned so did awareness. He found that he couldn’t move. He gradually realized that his hands were restrained and that he was completely helpless, splayed in the form of across, naked and vulnerable. text/html 2010-01-13T05:42:17+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patience_part1&rev=1263361337&do=diff My heart races in anticipation of first meeting my Miss Tee . My mind has been in a spin since first receiving her acknowledgement. I never thought it would happen. Resigned to the scenario that the exploration of myself in the facet of servitude would never become a reality. All the secret inner thoughts held in my mind. To be able to please my Mistress by living out these thoughts. To have them become a reality rather than a fantasy . The act of submission, of serving, to be the one who by the… text/html 2010-01-13T05:43:42+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patience_part_2&rev=1263361422&do=diff “I think I shall call you ......... andii , yes that is a nice feminine name for my little sissy slut maid”. My mind races, andii, she stated. Andii the sissy slut maid. This is my new persona, know only to Miss Tee. My naming for Miss Tee is as though I have been signed over to her, that I belong to her, my persona of being a sissy slut maid belongs to Miss Tee. text/html 2010-01-13T05:44:58+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patience_part_3&rev=1263361498&do=diff A Change of ownership When my mind clears a little I look at the clock and realise I have wasted over 5 minutes of my available time standing there in my maid uniform, my panties held out my now softened cock and panties covered in drying cum. text/html 2010-01-13T05:11:57+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patrick_01&rev=1263359517&do=diff Four days a week, I work in the West Park gardens. This section of the Compound is especially beautiful, I think, in that at first glance it looks like a huge jungle. Seemingly dense and easy to get lost in. But once you begin following any of the many slate paths through it, you'll find that it is, in fact, a well-designed, highly organized tropical paradise. text/html 2010-01-13T05:12:56+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patrick_02&rev=1263359576&do=diff I was exposed! There I was, sitting on the grass, my mind and body still in the afterglow of orgasm —— by my own hand, which I knew was strictly forbidden —— and finding Headmistress Princesca standing there looking down at me. I'd never seen her so furious. text/html 2010-01-13T05:13:55+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=patrick_03&rev=1263359635&do=diff What now? Gagged and blindfolded, I'd been chained to this sawhorse for I don't know how long, my ass tortured, and, just now, my rectal passage was thoroughly lubricated. And it was at that point that this guy, John, walked in —— evidently having been sent for by Headmistress Princesca. text/html 2009-12-11T11:46:43+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=pretty_boi&rev=1260532003&do=diff My hand in his hair is gentle, fingers dancing over his scalp and down to his neck. He stares at me in confusion from his customary place naked at my feet; I almost giggle, knowing he must be wondering why I am being so “nice”. Why does he wonder? I am not a nice Domme. I demand absolute obedience and compliance. There are no ifs, ands, or buts when it comes to serving me. He has been with me long enough to learn his lesson and learn it well. text/html 2010-01-26T02:18:15+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=ravens_collaring&rev=1264472295&do=diff Raven had trained for a year in preparation for this day, and he had spent an even greater deal of time fantasizing about it. His Priestess, Lilith, had come to him last night with the news, “My dear Raven, you have finally earned your collaring”. She then divulged the rules he would have to follow for the next twenty-four hours. He was not allowed to speak, eat, was only allowed to drink water and absolutely no masturbation! text/html 2009-12-23T01:16:27+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=remember&rev=1261530987&do=diff As I woke and my eyes sorted our the kaleidoscope of colors into discernible objects I realized the seriousness of my situation. I was naked, and securely bound to an odd chair. My legs were spread as the chair seat was in a “V” shape. Not only were my ankles tied to the chair legs, so were my thighs, ropes also secure my stomach and chest to the chair back. My arms were also secured and immovable, and worse yet my head was also secure, there was nothing about my body that I could move except my… text/html 2010-01-13T05:14:52+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=robert_01&rev=1263359692&do=diff I knew this day would come. Ever since I arrived at the Compound six months ago, I knew I would one day be brought before a woman I'd never met, a woman with more power over my life than I ever guessed would be possible. My new Mistress. My owner. text/html 2009-12-11T10:44:00+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=roley_poley&rev=1260528240&do=diff [ ] David walked up the driveway to the old farm. It hadn't changed much from the days when he used to come here as a kid. Still the same old orchard, the same trees around the house, the steep hill out the back He had spent time here as a boy, visiting his cousins who had lived here. Amanda, Sam, Claire and Alice. All older than he was. He hadn't seen them for nearly eight years. Now Amanda, the eldest, had inherited the farm, and the girls had invited him up for a reunion. text/html 2010-01-05T00:39:59+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=routine&rev=1262651999&do=diff text/html 2010-01-13T05:46:18+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=scene_one_acts_1_2_3&rev=1263361578&do=diff Act 1 Outfit: Long black patent leather fishtail skirt White oxford button up shirt Black patent leather stilettos Red tie Black patent leather military cap Black patent leather waist corset Black fishnet stockings Pearl stud earrings Black patent leather gloves to wrist text/html 2009-12-23T00:58:00+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=school_daze&rev=1261529880&do=diff [ ] I've always liked my job although some might think I'm perverse. There is something about the constant parade of young men-some might call them boys, but I know better-who surround me at the private, all-male school I run. The one I remember most though is Cain. text/html 2010-01-13T05:16:11+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=sean_01&rev=1263359771&do=diff I've been a slave here at the Compound for just over a year. Every Thursday I am in the Compound's beauty salon. My duties there alternate. Sometimes I wash the Mistresses' hair. Sometimes I cut and style. Sometimes I do manicures and pedicures. Sometimes I give facials. Sometimes I'm the masseur. And sometimes —— like today —— I'm assigned to perform oral service. While each of my duties in the salon is extremely pleasant for me, I have to admit a particular fondness for today… text/html 2011-10-10T23:28:49+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_1&rev=1318289329&do=diff It had been a proper rubbish day because nothing had gone right from the very start. Paul felt as though all the bad luck and the people that came with it were out to make his day a misery. The car broke down on the way to work, it was then he remembered that his AA cover had not been renewed. The recovery man had charged him seventy-five pounds call out, and a further thirty for the repair, the man had been there no more than five minutes. text/html 2011-10-11T00:26:03+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_2&rev=1318292763&do=diff it was the following morning when Paul got up that he thought his head had been hit with a sledgehammer. He lifted his head off the pillow then letting it fall back down as if it was made of lead. He rolled out of bed and fell to his hands and knees, and then using the bed as an aid stood up. As quick as he could move he staggered to the bathroom, and threw water over his face. He mustered the strength to wash and shave, and then walked down the stairs. Shannon was sitting at the table when he w… text/html 2011-10-11T00:46:30+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_3&rev=1318293990&do=diff Paul came to life, when the sun outside had moved. It was now filtering through the half open curtains, and hitting him in the eyes. He could hear a lot of talking down in the courtyard and wondered what was going on. He walked to the window and looked down, the Greens were there talking to Shannon. She was dressed in her riding breaches and boots, she also had a white shirt on that was unbuttoned most of the way down. He could see that the Green boy that was close to her was giving her a lot of… text/html 2011-10-11T01:03:47+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_4&rev=1318295027&do=diff Paul woke up looking at the sunlight that was blinding him, so he slipped out of bed and went for his early morning shower. Once he was dressed he went down for breakfast, where Shannon was sitting drinking coffee. He poured a coffee for himself while Shannon told him that the insurance people had phoned her, saying he had to go for a medical. She gave the address of the clinic to him, and said, “The appointment is for today.” text/html 2011-10-11T01:14:02+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_5&rev=1318295642&do=diff Morning came and he was back in the same routine, in fact it was the same routine for the next three days. At the end he passed the test with flying colors, and they let him rest for half a day. The next day they tried to catch him out, but once again he applied the make-up correct. Over the next two days he had nail extensions and they were painted. He was tested over and over again with the make-up, but never once let them down. His hair was dyed a dark copper color, and was cut and shaped wit… text/html 2011-10-11T01:27:03+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_6&rev=1318296423&do=diff Two weeks had gone by and Paul was back at the establishment, and they waxed him all over. Fiona said “There is nothing worse than itching all the time, and this will save you a whole lot of grief. How are you feeling Paul, I mean how are you coping?” text/html 2011-10-11T01:42:35+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_7&rev=1318297355&do=diff CHAPTER SEVEN They were both still in bed but awake and talking, “I have to go and get a waxing Thursday.” “It will be the last one then, as you only have three more weeks left lover, and you will be back to normal. I have made the arrangements for you to have the operation, to have the implants removed.” Shannon saw Paul’s face drop as if he had been told he was seriously ill, so she asked “Is something wrong?” text/html 2011-10-11T01:58:26+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=shannon_chapter_8&rev=1318298306&do=diff He wasn’t quite sure how long it was but he heard footsteps on the stairs and the bedroom door opened. Shannon was the first through the door and then Andy Green followed behind her. She pointed at the ceiling, “That’s what I am talking about, that mark up there I want it to disappear, and I think it is some kind of watermark. That means you will have to come here next week and strip the roof, and retile it with under felt. Come on down stairs and we will talk about it among other things over a … text/html 2011-10-11T03:04:13+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=stories&rev=1318302253&do=diff [ ] Welcome to CollarNcuffs.com free Femdom story section, your FREE source for the hottest in erotic fiction and Femdom fantasy. Our stories are from a wide variety of authors. CollarNcuffs.com accepts quality erotic story submissions from amateur authors and even holds story contests for contributors located in our community forum. We offer a huge selection of adult fantasies to choose from, and are always on the lookout for new and exciting ideas. We encourage you to contact us with any… text/html 2010-01-13T05:56:00+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=strange_her_in_the_night&rev=1263362160&do=diff The 17th floor is a hell of a place to watch a storm. It seems like a living thing. The raindrops spin and swirl in shafts of wind, hesitate slightly in an updraft, each tracing its own unique path to the Earth. The night is warm, the apartment dark behind me except for a tiny lamp on the end table. I’m standing naked in the balcony doorway, smoking. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before; I didn’t think about it, really, it just seemed like the thing to do. The lightning is frequent, someti… text/html 2011-06-22T12:29:29+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=submissions_from_amateur_authors&rev=1308745769&do=diff We'd love to see your stories /poems on CNC, this article is to inform intending authors about the requirements of CollarNcuffs and its associated sites. What is this site is about? As you may have already guessed this sites deals with Femdom topics mainly covering but not restricted to: text/html 2010-02-16T02:03:21+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=suzanne_when_she_tried&rev=1266285801&do=diff [ ]I kissed her gently and tickled her cheek with the tip of my tongue, she adjusted her vision and focused on my face, her dark eyes showed disproval. “Please don’t ….. I’m trying to deal with a rotten headache, I’m a bit cranky and if you annoy me you’ll regret it.” “I’m sorry, can I get you anything”? She shook her head gently and the back of her hand pressed against her mouth and she licked her lips, you can get me some aspirin , the ones that dissolve in water, do we have any ice - can … text/html 2010-01-05T00:51:48+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=sweet_satisfaction&rev=1262652708&do=diff text/html 2010-01-13T06:07:09+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=swords_across_the_pontus&rev=1263362829&do=diff “And a fair morning it is indeed, that the gods have smiled upon me! That I, a warrior true, should be presented with both horse and harlot, when I have lacked both for so long, and such comely creatures both! Shapely, ripe, and plump, and fair game for Arvak, Bane of the Western Wood. Yes, 'tis I, fair one, but despair not; resist me not and I shall not leave you on a hard circumstance, except, perhaps, of a certain. Mayhap a well-horsed wench will partake of sword play of another kind?” What … text/html 2011-10-11T03:32:56+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=tease_and_denial&rev=1318303976&do=diff " " "Written at MissBonnie's suggestion, this involves the 'Seven CUMmandments' game, in which each week She allows the boys partaking between 1 and 7 orgasms depending on the roll of a die. The game lasts from Monday to Sunday night, and the week in question, the die showed three. Please enjoy!" text/html 2009-12-11T10:53:03+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=test&rev=1260528783&do=diff He was helpless, naked against the wall in the silence of the perfumed room. His arms and legs were spread wide, held by silken cords. They had been tightened to the point where no movement was possible,fastened at elbows and wrists, ankles and knees. A leather gag stifled all hope of sound from his lips. And from his naked body jutted his erect penis, rigid and straining. At its base a a narrow strap was cinched tight, cutting into the flesh, preventing the blood from easily exiting the stim… text/html 2010-01-08T03:51:39+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_baroness&rev=1262922699&do=diff [ ] knew that I was in for a rough time as soon as her hulking bodyguard slugged me into unconsciousness outside the embassy gate after she had me ejected for snooping around. I had almost discovered the secret of her arms dealing apparatus , and then she had turned the tables on me...................Baroness Fontaine now had me in her grasp. text/html 2009-12-23T00:37:35+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_bench&rev=1261528655&do=diff [ ] “Damn it, damn it, I hate it when I'm late, gawd I'm going to be sorry for this” I grumbled softly to myself. Buzz... Buzz... giggling to my self I realize I might get away with it she's not here, she's late also. Buzz.. buzz... “Oh thank you merciful goddess mother nature,” I smile a worrisome smile “I'm safe.” text/html 2010-01-13T05:40:14+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_caged_prodomina&rev=1263361214&do=diff ‘This weeks loan payment is what I’ll keep my mind on’, thought Tegan and marched inside the Hotel with a determined and powerful step. ‘I like the lounge. The way the sunlight bounces of the river line bathing the room in natural light, Breakfast on the porch watching the native animals scurrying to get their own breakfasts. I can do this, it wasn‘t so long ago, this was my daily life.’ text/html 2010-01-13T02:51:20+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_chat&rev=1263351080&do=diff “I have enjoyed this chat, maybe you could take my number and we could do this again?” He was new at this. He didn't know if this was the right thing to say. He didn't know how to be a submissive, he knew his ex had said she'd never wanted to be a Domme, and he'd always need that, and she left. He had been confused he had never considered this and just assumed the small things they'd done everyone did, but when she'd said that, he knew in some deep hidden place, it was true. text/html 2011-10-11T02:28:41+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_first_night&rev=1318300121&do=diff They walked in to the room and let the door close behind them, finally alone. Instantly they were in each other’s arms, kissing hungrily. Suddenly she broke the kiss, “easy now pet, plenty of time for that. I’m going to go and change, why don’t you undress for me”. With a smile she walked in the bathroom. text/html 2010-01-26T02:20:10+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_gaurdian&rev=1264472410&do=diff There is a place that exists inside of me. It is a domain of euphoric bliss and boundless freedom where I am unfettered by doubt or fear or shame. A place where I can leave behind my inadequacies and failings, where I can lay down the armour that I wrap around my fragile self, and be safe, calm and at peace. I have explored the borders of this uncharted land but always with the knowledge that I cannot stay. Time will eventually discover me there and with grim inevitability return me to the place… text/html 2010-01-26T02:03:43+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_marker&rev=1264471423&do=diff Can you come in for a minute? That voice he knew so well and still after years together he could hear the silken strands of mysterious femininity, there can be no artifice this only comes naturally. He clipped the phone back on and walked up the back steps. I’ll get the truck done today,, he thought to himself , and slipped off his dirty boots. “WHAT?” He asked in mock disgust.. ‘Down here’ she called from the bedroom. . She, as usual , looked fine in her dark jeans and blue shirt, she held… text/html 2010-01-13T02:56:57+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_mistress&rev=1263351417&do=diff Halloween. Midnight. A storm lashes the outside world, hurling bullets of rain against the windows. Two rose candles flutter outside the opening to her kingdom. Her entrance black, her reputation red. I step inside her bedroom, naked as demanded. Moroccan incense washes over me, casting its spell over my defenceless body. The full moon pours through half-open curtains onto my mistress. She sits on the edge of her four-posted bed, legs crossed. Her black bra, skinny panties and killer heels gli… text/html 2010-02-01T00:37:20+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_new_slave&rev=1264984640&do=diff She checked her appearance in the mirror. It was always essential to make a strong, dominating yet erotic statement for a session with a new slave. Her 36-inch breasts were cupped into brilliant mounds by the extremely expensive red leather, open-fronted bustiere. She carefully applied fire-engine red lipstick to her nipples, an added touch she thought complimented the lustrous red leather. text/html 2010-01-05T01:02:53+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_old_whipping_post&rev=1262653373&do=diff text/html 2011-10-11T03:29:25+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_priestess&rev=1318303765&do=diff [ ]The boy awoke, the morning light streaming in through the window on to his face, warming his naked body. Already the day was warm, the hot dry desert air causing the small room to be uncomfortably stuffy before the sun had yet fully risen. Today though, there was an electric current upon the air. Today was the day of the grand ceremony, to be performed by the High Priestess herself, in which he had been specially chosen to play a central part. He had been selected at a young age and undergon… text/html 2010-01-26T02:22:36+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_red_bum&rev=1264472556&do=diff The time had eventually come to have some leave, having just spent a spell in the jungle of Belize. I had been writing to a ProDomme I had replied to in a magazine, and had arranged to meet Her in Her London rooms, whilst I was staying at a Services Club. She had promised a long session and only taking a tribute for what She would take for 1 hr. As promised, I had saved my overseas allowance for the tribute, and kept the day free. text/html 2010-01-13T02:58:15+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_two_slaves&rev=1263351495&do=diff It was a warm, sunny day – too warm for the Mistress or her slaves to be indoors. Much better to be outside, naked, having fun, she mused. But first she didn’t want her slaves running off out of control. She started with the male, tying his hands behind him, and then tying cock and balls tightly with a length of rope, winding it round and round his shaft and the neck of his sac, forcing his cock into a swollen, reddish-purple shaft. Then she placed a clamp on each nipple and tied it with a s… text/html 2009-12-23T02:30:03+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=the_war_revisited&rev=1261535403&do=diff [ ] As I took my position I thought about all that had transpired leading up to this. It started so innocently. An asshole flamed Ms Norma Jean on her Yahoo Group. Well being the Southern Gentlemen that I am, I could not stand by and allow that to go unanswered! My reply was in true Southern form, and then I apologized to the Mistress for his total lack of Manors..and accused him of being a Damn Yankee. It was this last part that started it all. You see Norma Jean is from New York...I did n… text/html 2010-02-01T00:24:17+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=time_with_a_mistress&rev=1264983857&do=diff I let her in, opening the front door as she approached. She looked me over and quietly ordered me to strip. Unexpected, the instruction caught me by surprise, I recovered and began to remove my clothing right where I stood, folding it and making a neat pile on the floor inside the doorway. text/html 2009-12-23T02:39:01+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=weight_lifting&rev=1261535941&do=diff [ ] I entered the dungeon. Mistress was there and waiting. “Pete, your late!” “Sorry Mistress I was caught in traffic.” I knelt down and kissed the toe of her black leather boot. “Forgive me, Mistress.” I whispered.. 'I'll think about it.” She replied with a grin. “Now strip and make your self ready! As I recall you made some pretty heavy promises about this session!” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied and I promise to keep each and every one!” “We shall see...” She smiled, “We shall see.” I pe… text/html 2010-01-26T01:52:16+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=what_a_difference_a_day_makes&rev=1264470736&do=diff Part1- intro The expensive suite and real tan walked into the secretary pool, a 10 lady team of expert typists doing the bidding of just one man, that man is Tobias Jonathan Dales jr III. He thought he was the business, he had the houses, the cars, the trophy wife and enough after hours special attention to make a pop star jealous. Yes he is the rising prince of the company and in a few years due to be king of Steel-Wade Smith Merchants the third biggest of its kind. He was a impressive real… text/html 2010-01-04T23:09:53+00:00 http://www.collarncuffs.com/stories/doku.php?id=will_you_submit&rev=1262646593&do=diff Bill knelt on the floor, shaking, blushing and cowering. His head was down, his shy face piercing the floor and his long, dirty blond hair dangled, nearly touching the floor. He was short, scrawny and timid looking: Almost innocent. He was in the house of a woman he'd just met, and his light brown eyes were lost in contemplation. He ran the events that had led to this moment in his head over and over and over again. The whole thing was almost surreal, or absurd even.