Blake Landings

I write short stories for adults about sexual phantasies and erotic adventures. Together we explore bondage, submission and many other fetishes. Written to be consumed in a short sitting, I write to inspire your mind and groin. There are no taboos, your mind is free to think about anything you feel the desire to imagine. Have fun diving into each scenario with me.

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Lucy in Chains

from the Domination as a Service series

Lucy the young gym enthusiast recently got her first taste of being restrained. Most men just can't handle that she's stronger than them, but all she wants is to be overpowered. Now she yearns for more. To be used without the ability to break free using her strength. She has a whole new world of desires and the wish to discover what's possible. So, she turns to Domination as a Service. A professional that caters to exactly the scenario his clients need. Step one, he decides, he must contain her strength with cold hard steel and then allowing her to experience what she so yearns for at the hand of the one who she can't resist anymore.

"Put your arms out in front of you."

I fitted one of the cuffs around her left hand and Lucy instinctively grabbed the bar inside. These particular cuffs were meant for stretching. With a large strong ring on the end and a tight grip on the wearer's wrist, it was wise to hold on to the bar. Otherwise all the weight rested on the wrist. Once the other arm was cuffed it was time to turn to the feet. Those cuffs were less elaborate and quickly secured Lucy's ankles.

I stretched out her arms in the direction of each dangling chain. And proceeded to lock each limb to the highest point she could reach. I had once tested my own weight on a single cuff hanging from these chains. I was certain they could easily hold little Lucy in place even with her years of training.

"Show me how far you can spread your legs."

Lucy grabbed on to the bars in her cuffs and spread her legs nice and wide in midair, almost as if to show off her athletic form. I took the opportunity and widened the spreader bar to the maximum distance. This just about matched the distance Lucy's legs were at. It was at that moment she realized her mistake. As she relaxed and let her legs touch the ground she was spread out in all directions. Due to the angle of her legs she could either pull herself up using her hands or relax and be completely stretched.

I now took off my jacket, unbuttoned my shirt cuffs and folded up the arms to signal it was time for business.

I walked around to Lucy's back and planted my hands on her hips. I could hear a gasp of air as she felt the pressure. Using one foot to push down on the spreader bar, Lucy was stretched to the extreme. At the same time, I towered behind her, grabbing her tits and pulling her small body close to me. For a lean gym babe, she still had good size breasts that felt amazing as I cupped them. The Lycra covering them didn't provide any obstacle to finding her nipples. I twisted both of them hard and a roar of pain escaped Lucy's mouth.

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Bella Caged

from the Domination as a Service series

Here at Domination as a Service I try to fulfil almost any fantasy my clients bring to me. Twenty five year old Bella has been a regular and we've explored many of her desires until one day she opens up about a secret she's had for a long time. She wants to experience being kidnapped and held in a cage. I do my best to fulfil this unique request, but will it be the experience she was looking for? Will she resist her capture or give in to her fate? Read about her recollection of the event directly from her journal and how it changed her.

The next thing I remember is opening my eyes and seeing a glimpse of steel bars lit by a small candle in an otherwise dark room. I was laying flat down on what felt like wood, arms by my side and I was naked. Immediately the adrenalin kicked in. I tried to move and bend my knees. But that attempt was soon halted when they hit the steel bars above. I was in some sort of cage on the floor, just barely tall enough to let me lie with maybe 5 inches of space on top.

I soon realized what had happened. This was my kidnapping. I just wasn’t quite sure how exactly everything had occurred. As I lay there contemplating the last hours, I came to the conclusion Sir must have put something in my drink. I don’t remember being taken, so I must have passed out completely. I don’t know how long I was in that first cage, but my mind was racing all the time. I was fairly certain this was Sir’s doing, but just a slither of doubt and the realization anyone could have done this both scared and excited me even more. Trying to remember what exactly the contract amendment had stated, I wondered if I had given permission to be taken by someone else other than Sir. Surely only someone Sir would trust, but could I be certain? I lifted one arm and slid my hand between my legs. There was nothing else to do after all. I was soaking wet and as my fingers slid through my slit, I could feel drops trickle down my ass cheeks. I remember holding on to the cage with one hand while I started rubbing myself into extasy faster than ever, thanks to the predicament I was in.

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Princess Punished

from the Domination as a Service series

After experiencing success with my methods Jeannie decides to sign up her best friend's daughter Tess who she helped raise to my special brand of mentorship. Despire her initial resistance to my discipline I break through her mental barriers and develop the little princess into a good little sub who craves for the daddy like attention that she didn't have growing up. Of course not everything goes as smooth from the get go and an attempt at seducing me goes very wrong when I forcefully expose her slutty clothing to a stranger.

“One for not calling me Sir.” I said, lifting my right hand and striking down onto her left butt cheek in one circular motion.

My damsel in distress tensed up.

“Two for cursing” I announced just as the crackle of my bare hand on her unblemished body sounded again.

“Three for not complying with an order.”

Putting in an extra amount of force, my open fingers exploded onto her reddening skin and pushed her into the stockade. She lifted one leg in agony which I quickly used to take off her shoes and socks.

“Lift the other leg.” I ordered.

Tess remained still.

“I said: Lift the other leg.” I repeated.

Again, the girl did not move. I lifted her leg forcefully and undressed it too.

“You’re going to learn one way or another.”

Sliding a finger into each side of her black panties I pulled them down to her knees, but Tess resisted as I tried pulling a leg out. No matter how I held her the removal was too taxing. I then simply grabbed a flip knife from my back pocket and sliced through each leg. Closing my knife, I picked up the remains and went over to show her.

Pulling up her hair to look at me I explained: “This is what happens when you don’t obey.”

“YOU WILL FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.” I shouted as I dug the scraps of black material into her nose and then let her head drop again.

As I walked around my restrained beauty I grabbed the zipper at the top of her dress and with one hand, continuing my round, I pulled it down over her back and ass until the dress just opened and fell to the floor. The dress had been enough support for her breasts, so the braless twins got some immediate fresh air.

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Princess Handover

from the Domination as a Service series

Continuing Tess's journey from Princess Punished her year of submissive training is coming to an end. The little princess has improved vastly since she first arrived at my doorstep, but deep inside there was still a little brat that defies many of the rules I set out for her. Together with her guardian Jeannie I come up with a plan to continue her training in the hands of one of my best clients. But the handover must be be seamless and leave no doubt in princess Tess's mind who she was going to obey in future...

As part of the dress code I had established for Tess, she still tried to push the limits as much as possible. The only proper attire for ladies under my control are dresses or skirts. Today Tess had chosen to comply by wearing what appeared to by a colorful top and a short fake leather skirt. She wore her hair in a ponytail as per another rule of mine. And completed the outfit with a pair of pink sneakers which she promptly took off after she entered. Turning to me, she skipped over, planted a kiss on my cheek and then retreated a couple of feet to present herself.

I nodded in agreement and led her into the living room. After sitting down, Tess read her tasks of the past week aloud and reviewed how she had done. During the week she had visited all her classes in college. On top of that she earned one reward for attending both her extracurricular activities: cheerleading and archery. The former was her own choice. The latter I chose after some deliberation on what suited her. She actually quite enjoyed it to her own surprise. She presented her outfits for each day using her phone’s picture gallery and despite each one including elements of her teenage style they all followed the princess’s dress code. No punishment was in order there.

This changed as we got to the weekend. Tess put her phone away just as we approached the review of Saturday assuming I might forget to ask about the dress code. When I did follow up, she admitted that she had been in her PJs all weekend. She was quick to follow up that she had still performed required hour of exercise each day.

“Princess, is it very lady like to use your sleepwear for exercise?”

She knew she was getting punished for being lazy and not getting into day wear but now also feared what the correction would be for this infraction.

“No Sir.” She responded lowering her head.

She had once before made a bad judgement with regard to her clothes and it prompted me to put her on display for a stranger in a diner while I rubbed her clit to climax. Dress overtly sexy for anyone to see and everyone will see. A punishment that fit the crime. But today I had a different plan. I closed Tess’s journal and tallied up: “Two rewards and three punishments.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Tess responded quietly.

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