The Bound Forum

Curiosity question: Very often when I start writing something, even if it's an incomplete idea at first, I feel a pretty strong compulsion to keep going back and working on it, until it's "done". I know I have some OCD, so that's a possible cause, but I wonder how common this is among stor...

Epilog: Stepping Back Venessa did meet Sahara’s father the next day, after an elongated rest; a very nice and considerate man, in her estimation. The girls took advantage of the pool that morning, but by the afternoon they were back out, to see more sights and have more experiences. That pattern con...

Chapter 3: Exploring Venessa lasted about ten minutes trying to unpack while walking around strictly on her toes, give or take. While she was loath to remove the beautiful anklets (shackles? The distinction was a little fuzzy with these…), even with sitting breaks her calf muscles were getting tired...

Chapter 2: Settling In They would, eventually, make it all the way through the airport, and to the designated location for ride share pickups, even though that was still further separated from the terminal areas. Venessa had quickly discovered that walking around a dorm room with short steps, where ...

Author's note: This is another fantasy-inspired story; probably lighter than most stories here, but hopefully still at least moderately engaging. It's semi inspired by some posts and comments from Jessica Ackles (to give credit where due). ----- Chapter 1: Stepping Out “You sure you still want to do...

Thank you for your kind words/sentiment, and your feedback. Re length, this is always tough; I originally envisioned this as a short story, but it somewhat accidentally grew into a medium one. There's always a trade-off between "staying on topic" and meandering too much, and I tried to str...

Author's addendum: I hope this story was enjoyable. In some sense, I feel like the Phantom, presenting a finished piece, only to disappear into the shadows once more (but with no threats to read it or anything; really more like Twist at the end of Beethoven's Last Night, for those who get that refer...

Epilog The long term problem with falling in love with a demon and visa-versa, it turned out, was not so much the periodic all-consuming hunger; that could be managed. Neither was it the sexual sessions which extended for many hours and left me feeling near-dead, all in the interest of experimental...

Settling In, and Branching Out During the week of downtime, Mona was doing what she could to alleviate my boredom, which I certainly appreciated. She had resumed her morning routine of waking me with a request to pleasure me, which initially gave me bad flashbacks, but I was getting re-accustomed t...

After Action Report I awoke in pain and discomfort, and neither were in short supply. The first thing I noticed was that my head was throbbing, like I’d had too much to drink, and now had a massive hangover. The light in the room wasn’t helping; I went to pull the sheets over my head, but the sheet...

Containment “May I pleasure you?” The now familiar morning greeting had not gotten old yet, and I sincerely hoped it never would. Some time in the night, Mona had moved out of the bed, and back to her familiar kneeling position on the side. I once again mumbled my obvious consent, expecting Mona to...

Stepping Out The next morning I awoke to a familiar request, which I once again groggily consented to. It wasn’t until Mona was under the covers that it registered that this particular session was proceeding a little slower than the previous ones, and then another few moments before it registered t...

Note: The story is coming along nicely, and I'm getting closer to done; hopefully in the next few days I'll post the rest of the chapters. There are a few more, and it does take some twists (see previous note about trying to think through how something would function in the "real world", b...

Feeling Out Constraints The next morning I was exhausted, despite having a very deep and restful sleep. Despite my regular weekend hikes and occasional gym visits, my body was not accustomed to regular vigorous exercise, and the amount of orgasms I was experiencing was taking a toll. That didn’t st...

Not to worry; more is coming, I just ask for your patience. I've essentially caught up with what I'd written previously, notwithstanding buffer chapters, and I'm not an enormously fast writer, so updates will be a bit slower now. But I have an arc, and I intend to finish the story.

Trying Things On for Size “Good morning,” I heard Mona say, her voice coming from the side of the bed. I turned slightly, and saw her kneeling in the same position as before, her wings out once again, her head just above the height of the bed. “May I pleasure you this morning?” I think I might have...

Thank you. :) There are more chapters to come, some of which have already been written; I'm not done yet, though, and I'm trying not to "publish" too close to what I'm writing, in case I need to change something in a previous section. As you can probably tell, I like fantasies that are gro...

The Day After I slept functionally well that night, which is to say that I didn’t wake up, and I got biologically sufficient sleep. I didn’t sleep restfully, though: dreams were all over the place, as one might imagine. I don’t remember any of the particulars of the dreams, as is common with most p...

First Date It took about three hours to hike back to my house, only occasionally having to detour around obstacles as I relied on the GPS in my pocket to guide me there, which allowed ample time to converse with my newfound exotic (and, as she reminded me, dangerous) companion. And converse we did,...

In a Strange Land I’d first run into Mona, as we decided her name would be, a few years ago. That wasn’t her real name; to say her real name was in a hard-to-pronounce foreign language would be a gross understatement, and early on we needed to pick something she would go by. Mona was a fanciful if s...