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Where to read bondage type sex stories for free?
I can't find them on any of the popular sites, they're all boring ones. Let me know, if you know. thanks.

lmao.... I had to google it xD

www.literotica.com/stories/storie…

Can you help me find good names for fictional characters for a bondage/fetish story?
The story will take place in a University, where a secret society of students abducts and introduces inmates to the world of bondage, submission and fetishism.
I'd like to find good names for the main characters:
- The dominant male and female character who lead the secret society: He would be American, she would be from Asia
- A female character who will be abducted, then become part of the organisation. I'd like her to be a noble french girl, or Italian
- Several good names for other characters, especially the ones to be abducted and trained. They should come from various countries, such as Sweden, England, India, Russia, etc...
I know I will get many answers by "2 points hunters". But I also hope that some people will take this seriously. Not only will one get the best answer vote, but also they will appear among the authors of the story, that is to be displayed on a free story web site.
Of course, any input for the story is welcome. Give your email if you wish to contribute

For the Dominant Male- Lou. For the Dominant Asian Femal- Que (pronounced Kwee) For the Dominant Abducted French Girl- Adelle. A Swedish name- Lolette. English- Emma. Russian Female Names- Elizaveta, Natasha. Russian Male Names- Viktor, Filipp. Indian Female Names- Dhara, Nilima. Indian Male Names- Mahabala, Tarun.
I hope some of this helps you.
My email is Wendy91386@yahoo.com if you want to bounce some ideas off me, I, too, am a writer, maybe I could help. Although, I'm not too experienced in the BDSM lifestyle.

Do u like dog stories? do u hav one 2 share? ?
plz tell - here's one i saw online this morn BY mike ensley;

Most people, when they get a dog, are thinking mostly about the two months of puppy they want to enjoy rather than the 10 years of dog they don't plan on preparing for. When they come to those long adult years, they find themselves with an undisciplined, full-grown creature that has outgrown its charm and they don't know what to do with it.
When I was a guy, my parents hired a professional trainer to help them domesticate Lucy, the German Shepherd my sister had picked out to be our family dog. My dad took us along to Lucy's obedience classes so we could observe the process and be able to train dogs ourselves from then on.
That's what I did with Chloe almost a decade later.
But even when you know what to do and why it's important, it still isn't easy to sternly rebuke a little ball of fuzz when she's done something naughty but still so darn cute. Or to deny her the pleasure of people food when she's got the original Puppy-Dog eyes trained on you. I think the worst was listening to the simultaneously adorable and pathetic whimpers coming from her kennel in the morning. But all of these things were measures that prevented numerous challenges and hardships later on.
The benefit of all this has made an immeasurable difference in my relationship with Chloe. She was potty-trained at 10 weeks old, which was awesome. Today I can leave to run errands, hit the gym or whatever, and know that she will not chew anything she isn't supposed to or bark incessantly and bother the neighbors. And best of all for her, I can take her off-leash in the park and watch her bound joyfully after the tennis ball again and again, unafraid that she will run off anywhere or do anything to get either of us in trouble.
It hit me the other morning, as Chloe was fetching freely and the angry Beagle was yipping at her whenever she passed his window, that this iswhat God wants for me — this is why He's looked after and disciplined me the way He has.
You see, Chloe doesn't use her freedom to do the things the undisciplined dogs do. No doubt, given a leash-less opportunity most of them would wreak as much havoc as their size allowed. I wonder if, as they are watching her they aren't thinking, "Why don't you ditch that guy!? Go get that mail lady! Bite her good! Wait! Why are you going back? He's going to put the leash on you! What a sucker!" Her obedience must not look like freedom at all to them.
Then again, she's the one enjoying a romp in the open air while they press their wet noses to the window.
Likewise, the world looks at some of the costs involved with our pursuit of Christ and thinks we're crazy. They mock those who opt for purity in the face of internal conflict and external pressure. I know as I have struggled to leave behind my own self-indulgences, and even the homosexual tendencies that come so naturally to me, people (many of whom have never met me, mind you) will describe my life as loveless, pointless, hopeless. Christians throughout history have received similar (and worse) criticisms from an incredulous and unbelieving world, who ironically are ensconced in the ever-tightening tendrils of sin they are convinced is the best they have to hope for.
The free spirits, open relationships and progressive minds of our culture lead people into a bondage that only tastes good when you're ignorant about what is good. Even if there were none of the "practical" consequences to sin that we seem to focus on the most (STIs, abortion, alimony), the soul-killing power of sin would still be there.
The "disease of self" — as dc Talk once put it — is what I'm talking about. It's not just the way we steal and hurt others, but the self-focused ways we love and give and do things we think are good. It doesn't take long for that self-living to trap you inside yourself, preventing any real connection to God or others. It's an amazing grace that God interrupts our slow descent with discipline.
And you know, contrary to what a lot of preachers and authors will tell you, He doesn't even look down on us for it.
Rescue
Just the other day I rescued a little Yorkie wandering around the apartment complex late at night. Yorkshire Terriers are adorable and very valuable little dogs, yet this one's owner had not even bothered to affix a mark of ownership. No collar, no tag; just a helpless little dog wandering alone in gator country.
I found out later that "Missy" escaped her home because of a door left open. She had only been "free" for a short while, but it didn't take her long to get caked in poop and acquire a nasty scratch on her back. She kind of reminded me of me, in that way. I can't think of a time I threw off the oppressive fetters of my faith to do what I wanted that I did not end up wounded and dirtied in some way.
As I gave the Yorkie a bath, at times fighting my gag reflex as chunks of filth came off, I kept seeing that adorable little face looking up at me, the cute ca

i have 2 dogs, got both by accident. one given to us and the other was a stray that stayed. hee.
anyways, our oldest dog is greedy and never let the stray dog eat. so i had to separate them during their feeding. long story short, the stray dog picked up his bowl and brought it to the oldest. i thought that was so sweet. dogs have a soul. don't they?

Do u like doggie stories? du u have one 2 share?
plz tell - here's one i saw online this morn BY mike ensley;

Most people, when they get a dog, are thinking mostly about the two months of puppy they want to enjoy rather than the 10 years of dog they don't plan on preparing for. When they come to those long adult years, they find themselves with an undisciplined, full-grown creature that has outgrown its charm and they don't know what to do with it.
When I was a guy, my parents hired a professional trainer to help them domesticate Lucy, the German Shepherd my sister had picked out to be our family dog. My dad took us along to Lucy's obedience classes so we could observe the process and be able to train dogs ourselves from then on.
That's what I did with Chloe almost a decade later.
But even when you know what to do and why it's important, it still isn't easy to sternly rebuke a little ball of fuzz when she's done something naughty but still so darn cute. Or to deny her the pleasure of people food when she's got the original Puppy-Dog eyes trained on you. I think the worst was listening to the simultaneously adorable and pathetic whimpers coming from her kennel in the morning. But all of these things were measures that prevented numerous challenges and hardships later on.
The benefit of all this has made an immeasurable difference in my relationship with Chloe. She was potty-trained at 10 weeks old, which was awesome. Today I can leave to run errands, hit the gym or whatever, and know that she will not chew anything she isn't supposed to or bark incessantly and bother the neighbors. And best of all for her, I can take her off-leash in the park and watch her bound joyfully after the tennis ball again and again, unafraid that she will run off anywhere or do anything to get either of us in trouble.
It hit me the other morning, as Chloe was fetching freely and the angry Beagle was yipping at her whenever she passed his window, that this iswhat God wants for me — this is why He's looked after and disciplined me the way He has.
You see, Chloe doesn't use her freedom to do the things the undisciplined dogs do. No doubt, given a leash-less opportunity most of them would wreak as much havoc as their size allowed. I wonder if, as they are watching her they aren't thinking, "Why don't you ditch that guy!? Go get that mail lady! Bite her good! Wait! Why are you going back? He's going to put the leash on you! What a sucker!" Her obedience must not look like freedom at all to them.
Then again, she's the one enjoying a romp in the open air while they press their wet noses to the window.
Likewise, the world looks at some of the costs involved with our pursuit of Christ and thinks we're crazy. They mock those who opt for purity in the face of internal conflict and external pressure. I know as I have struggled to leave behind my own self-indulgences, and even the homosexual tendencies that come so naturally to me, people (many of whom have never met me, mind you) will describe my life as loveless, pointless, hopeless. Christians throughout history have received similar (and worse) criticisms from an incredulous and unbelieving world, who ironically are ensconced in the ever-tightening tendrils of sin they are convinced is the best they have to hope for.
The free spirits, open relationships and progressive minds of our culture lead people into a bondage that only tastes good when you're ignorant about what is good. Even if there were none of the "practical" consequences to sin that we seem to focus on the most (STIs, abortion, alimony), the soul-killing power of sin would still be there.
The "disease of self" — as dc Talk once put it — is what I'm talking about. It's not just the way we steal and hurt others, but the self-focused ways we love and give and do things we think are good. It doesn't take long for that self-living to trap you inside yourself, preventing any real connection to God or others. It's an amazing grace that God interrupts our slow descent with discipline.
And you know, contrary to what a lot of preachers and authors will tell you, He doesn't even look down on us for it.
Rescue Just the other day I rescued a little Yorkie wandering around the apartment complex late at night. Yorkshire Terriers are adorable and very valuable little dogs, yet this one's owner had not even bothered to affix a mark of ownership. No collar, no tag; just a helpless little dog wandering alone in gator country.
I found out later that "Missy" escaped her home because of a door left open. She had only been "free" for a short while, but it didn't take her long to get caked in poop and acquire a nasty scratch on her back. She kind of reminded me of me, in that way. I can't think of a time I threw off the oppressive fetters of my faith to do what I wanted that I did not end up wounded and dirtied in some way.
As I gave the Yorkie a bath, at times fighting my gag reflex as chunks of filth came off, I kept seeing that adorable little face looking up at me, the cute canin

I have had 5 dogs in my life and all five are rescued babies from the pound. I do not know where to begin on this but i know that these animals know how lucky they are and how lucky they have made me fell through the years. It is through GOD'S Divine grace that he made my best friends, four legged buddies that i will cherish until i get into see them again in heaven!

This question is for anyone whose been abused sexually or physically as a guy?
As a guy I incurred several types of abuse both physical and sexual. The sexual was at the hands of 3 different family members. I was abused up until I was 18. My journey to healing was a long and difficult journey. Attempted suicide and a long battle with depression. But now I am free from the bondage that my guyhood brought me. I am currently writing a book about my journey and am torn between two options

1. writing a book (about 200 pages) with all the vivid details of my abusive guyhood as well as my journey to healing

2. slimming it down to a 50 page brief synopsis of all that i endured and my journey to healing.

Which should I write? I was finishing up 200 pages and suddenly felt like its not about my desire to not only tell my story and become an author at the same time. Its more about people hearing how I healed and hoping they will be able to gain something from it.

Finally, should i feel guilty wanting to sell a book about my healing from an abusive

I would go with the 200 pages. People like interesting details, and with that kind of story you'll be on a talk show in no time. that is if youre a good writer. and no if sont think its wrong to write a book about it

This Question is for anyone whose been sexually abused?
As a guy I incurred several types of abuse both physical and sexual. The sexual was at the hands of 3 different family members. I was abused up until I was 18. My journey to healing was a long and difficult journey. Attempted suicide and a long battle with depression. But now I am free from the bondage that my guyhood brought me. I am currently writing a book about my journey and am torn between two options

1. writing a book (about 200 pages) with all the vivid details of my abusive guyhood as well as my journey to healing

2. slimming it down to a 50 page brief synopsis of all that i endured and my journey to healing.

Which should I write? I was finishing up 200 pages and suddenly felt like its not about my desire to not only tell my story and become an author at the same time. Its more about people hearing how I healed and hoping they will be able to gain something from it.

Finally, should i feel guilty wanting to sell a book about my healing from an abusive guyhood?

200 pages plus do a 50 a page brief and a follow those up with a "brief" on line page explaining who you are and how you came to be who you are and a little about your writings.

Congratulations on moving forward rather than living in a stagnant past.

Regardless of what anyone say, I say your special.

Cheers. Warren.

This is for people who like to read?
As a guy I incurred several types of abuse both physical and sexual. The sexual was at the hands of 3 different family members. I was abused up until I was 18. My journey to healing was a long and difficult journey. Attempted suicide and a long battle with depression. But now I am free from the bondage that my guyhood brought me. I am currently writing a book about my journey and am torn between two options

1. writing a book (about 200 pages) with all the vivid details of my abusive guyhood as well as my journey to healing

2. slimming it down to a 50 page brief synopsis of all that i endured and my journey to healing.

Which should I write? I was finishing up 200 pages and suddenly felt like its not about my desire to not only tell my story and become an author at the same time. Its more about people hearing how I healed and hoping they will be able to gain something from it.

Finally, should i feel guilty wanting to sell a book about my healing from an abusive guyhood

I would read this. It shows that your not afraid off the people who did this to you. I say write around 400 page's.

How do I stop masturbation during my sleep? Am I only the one who is going through this?
This has been quite embarrassing to admit. I have find myself waking up to masturbating.
It's been like this for several years and I haven't really sought help...Sometimes it's constant and sometimes I'll go a week without masturbating. But, It's got to the point where its like every other night. I even find myself de-clothed and naked. The fact is I am subconsciously doing it against my will. I feel like I am possessed or something, I recall at times where I am not having a sexual dream and I still wake up to my masturbation. My wife catches me and it's waking her up at night. I will observe what I do prior to sleeping and out of frustation, I would tie my hands down to the bedpost. I would use socks to cover my hands. All has failed..I don't want to come to a point where I have to use a chasity belt. I think thats crazy! Are there any other solutions? Can anyone relate to my story??Should i take medicine? I am setting myself up for social suicide when I spend the the night at family and friends, having anxieties about masturbating. Should I try hypnosis? I feel like I tried everything....I would like to one day be free from this bondage....or whatever one would call this....I used masturbate a lot when I was in my young teens and I would willingly do it....But, now that I am married...I don't need to do it anymore......HEELP!

There is a whole class of sleep disorders called parasomnias. A parasomnia is any condition that can occur during a given stage of sleep that involves involuntary movements. The most common are things like teeth grinding, sleep talking, walking, eating and night terrors. But less common can include driving, sex (including masturbation) and there have even been a few murder trials where the defense claimed they did it in their sleep.

Why these things happen is not entirely clear. There are many theories and there are just as many treatments. If I were you I would say your best bet is to try to find a specialist in sleep disorders. This doesn't mean cheap, but its better to check it out now. I know that some parasomnias can be a result of a brain tumor.

Some minor things you can try on your own - change where you sleep. Try to practice relaxation techniques (exercise followed by a hot bath for example) you might change your diet or stop taking any sleep aids. Don't consume any alcoholic beverages before bed. Reduce the amount of caffeine you take in a day. And try to get a more quality night's rest.

But if you have done everything you can think of already and this is still persisting, then a specialist is really who you need to be talking to. And more than likely your masturbating habits from when you were younger have nothing to do with this so don't worry about that.

CHRISTIANS: What do you think of my End of Days theory? I think I might have figured out how we'll all die? :]?
Okay, think of the Moses story in the Old Testament as *foreshadowing* future events:

After the Hebrews have been freed from bondage, they build a Golden Calf and worship it!

So maybe they weren't literally worshipping a Golden Calf, but it's supposed to symbolize a newfound focus on materialism and secularism!

And then when they were destroyed, it happened when Moses threw the stone tablets (which literally had God's law on it) onto the ground, causing the ground to burst and devour the Golden Calf-worshippers!

So maybe, there's going to be a Meteor hitting the earth, a new stone, which is going to wipe out mankind pretty soon!

What do you think? :]

I've speculated something similar.

Moses' law commanded stoning of those who broke God's law. This (and what you have said) could be a foreshadowing(or microcosm) of a universal judgment (macrocosm), such as meteors and asteroids wiping out those who have broken God's laws. All those ridiculous things in the Old testament seem to be all part of a puzzle for mankind to solve.

Balls of fire from the sky is part of end days prophesy.

All 5 covenants before Jesus (the 6th) were microcosms foreshadowing future events. It all started with Adam, one person, and has been growing with each new covenant leading to a worldwide scale.

7 is the magic number.

Just wanted to get some feedback as to whether this beginning to a short story is too pompous?
In the midst of silence it occurred to me that this moment might be different, any minute the patriarch would lunge at my mother with such a fervent ardor that it would dissolve immediately all of life’s incongruities. I had convinced myself that these events were isolated; this morning of course was no different. The air that morning seemed to be as torpid as the mind of that drunken vagrant, that craven bewildered man that promised to keep us sacred. The events stayed loyal to the regime established ages ago; a woman abandoned and detested sat motionless and oddly stoic. I wanted to embrace her, as much out of love for the bond of paternity as for the ability to mend all things broken. I would be the master of ceremonies; the savior of the forlorn relieving the afflicted with my generous embrace. I wanted to save as much as I wanted to be the savior; I dreamt that one day I would liberate the destitute and free us from bondage but it was I that wanted to be freed; altruism is often perverse. Officiously I offered my assistance; I made promises of change. Intended, never manifested.

Pompous? Not really. It's great writing, although I feel as though I'm listening to the deep inner thoughts and dreams of somebody I don't know. I can't fully understand the situation, only the feelings the main character has about it. Maybe you should add a sentence or two at the beginning to let the reader know the setting or somewhat about the main character's situation.