Author: JessicaShackled

Bound and fucked by an alien [BDSM, bondage, anal, comedy(!)]

*This is a short excerpt from the novella “Invasion of the Fukbots – and their tentacled alien masters”, an erotic BDSM scifi comedy. You can find it here:* [*https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl*](https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl)

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The fukbot dragged Alex into a larger room with a scenic view of Earth. Few humans had ever been lucky enough to experience this view, but Alex did not feel particularly blessed as the bot shackled her hands above her head and left.

After a few minutes of struggling, Alex had to admit that her chances of escape were non-existent. She was a tough woman, forged in the hellfire of the modern fashion industry, but the cold grip of hopelessness threatened to freeze the last traces of stubborn resistance.

“Welcome aboard,” a voice sounded behind her. It was warm, even pleasant.

Alex turned around as fast as her restraints would allow and saw one of the alien invaders for the first time. It was humanoid in shape, but taller, and naked. The blue skin was smooth, seamless, the kind of complexion that would take a skilled Photoshop artist hours to accomplish on even the fairest of models back on Earth. The face was calm, a study of perfect jawline and cheekbones, with three round, white eyes in a triangle shape above the small nose. The body had an odd, oily sheen as if it was a bodybuilder covered in baby oil for a competition. Read more »

Tying up my wife’s friend [BDSM/Bondage]

*Richard gets a chance to get back at his wife Jane’s snarky friend Charlotte when Jane asks him to tie her friend up. But it is just the beginning of their little erotic afternoon. Full story on Amazon here:* [*https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2)

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I pull out the chair and gesture for Charlotte to sit as if I was a waiter at a fancy restaurant. Charlotte’s high heels click loudly on the wooden floor as she strides toward the chair and sits down.

“If you would kindly place your hands behind the backrest, Charlotte,” I say, sounding as polite as I am capable of. I can smell her expensive perfume as I kneel behind her. Her wrists are slender, as are her hands, and I make sure to add a few extra loops and knots to ensure that she will not be able to escape. Her glittering gold watch and bracelets are visible between the white coils. Her wrists are crossed, and even now, I know that she has no chance of escape. This is a solid, efficient tie, and I feel a pleasant tingle down my spine as I look at her hands open and close. Read more »

Forced to suck her kidnappers’ cocks [FMMM, BDSM, kidnapping]

She felt a man’s warm breath on her neck. “You’re going to suck our cocks, little slut,” a voice sounded right next to her ear. “The ring gag will ensure that you don’t try anything funny.” Anna shook her head furiously, but the man grabbed her long black hair and held her fast. “Still some fight left in you, I see. We need a little more control.”

At that moment, Anna felt something around her neck. It was cold steel, wide and heavy, closing in on all sides. She heard the click of a locking mechanism as the tight collar locked in place, sending a wave of terror through her.

A collar. Just as she thought that it could not get any worse. Anna tried to swallow, but it was difficult and unpleasant. She could feel the tall, tight collar press against her collarbone and hit the back of her chin. It was degrading and humiliating, and for the first time since her kidnapping, Anna started crying.

“That’s more like it,” the man said and let go of Anna’s hair.

She could hear a chain being locked to the collar, and she suddenly felt the collar being yanked back, choking her. Read more »

The Domme’s Dungeon [FFM, femdom, BDSM]

*This is a small sample of my newest story “The Domme’s Dungeon”, available on Amazon here:* [*https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NC8PMJS*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NC8PMJS)

*Helen is a professional domme. She has managed to lure two estranged lovers into her dungeon, both of them in the belief that they will be the only slave. And Helen will make sure that the two will never forget the experience.*

*”The Domme’s Dungeon” is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. It contains femdom, bondage, BDSM, whipping, caning, edging, orgasm denial, public humiliation, male chastity, pegging, and lots of other fun stuff.*

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*This might just be my Mona Lisa. My masterpiece.* Helen took a step back and marveled at her genius. Richard was shackled in a spreadeagle position, his legs spread wide, his arms as well, held by wide, shiny steel shackles. There was no give, no way to move, and the wide collar around his neck was connected to a ceiling chain. There was nothing extraordinary about this position, despite the beauty of a handsome man unable to move, helpless to resist.

The genius was in the second part of the equation.

Right in front of Richard was Kimberly, shackled in a similar position. Read more »

Conjugal visit – a prison BDSM story [M/F]

*A sample from my newest erotic story. Find it on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09M7R73TG*

*Hannah’s marriage has become routine, as has her work life, but it all changes when she is arrested and sent to prison – the prison where her husband works. Despite the harsh conditions inside, where Hannah is forced to wear a collar and is handcuffed most of the day, the experience rekindles the spark between the two spouses.*

*But can Hannah make do with conjugal visits during her sentence? Or will her new-found love for bondage drive her to seek the intense punishments that await unruly prisoners?*

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Diana opened the cell and cuffed my hands behind my back and clicked the leg irons on my ankles. I loved the restrictive feeling of being cuffed this way and had to suppress a smile as I followed her out of the cellblock and through the main area to a small wing of the prison I had not yet seen. After walking through two gates, Diana pushed me through an open door and into a small, windowless room, closing the door behind me. Read more »

[BDSM] Decoration for a party + custom erotica

*I’ve published numerous BDSM erotica stories on Amazon and now offers custom short stories (4-5k words). Do you want to be the hero? The villain? Want to be dominated by your high school math teacher or read a story where your neighbours wife and hot daughter want a threesome?*

*Sign up for tier 3 on my Patreon to get your wish fulfilled. You also get access to a lot of kinky pictures! Go to* [*www.watchesandcuffs.com*](https://www.watchesandcuffs.com)

*A sample of my work (from the novel “Damsel in Distress for Hire”) – the scene is partly based on my own experience:*

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She could hear the doorbell ring behind the imposing door. It was not the unpleasant, jarring noise of a measly peasant’s doorbell, but a stately, welcoming ‘gong’. This doorbell was meant to announce people of means, of influence.

*So, what the hell am I doing here?* Claire became painfully aware of her worn clothes and old bomber jacket.

An elegant, petite woman opened the door and lit up in a blinding smile. The long silk dress hugged the slender body, and diamonds shone from the earrings and necklace. There were gentle streaks of gray in the ebony hair, but it only added class. Read more »

[BDSM] Decoration for a party + custom erotica

*I’ve published numerous BDSM erotica stories on Amazon and now offers custom short stories (4-5k words). Do you want to be the hero? The villain? Want to be dominated by your high school math teacher or read a story where your neighbours wife and hot daughter want a threesome?*

*Sign up for tier 3 on my Patreon to get your wish fulfilled. You also get access to a lot of kinky pictures! Go to* [*www.watchesandcuffs.com*](https://www.watchesandcuffs.com)

*A sample of my work (from the novel “Damsel in Distress for Hire”):*

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She could hear the doorbell ring behind the imposing door. It was not the unpleasant, jarring noise of a measly peasant’s doorbell, but a stately, welcoming ‘gong’. This doorbell was meant to announce people of means, of influence.

*So, what the hell am I doing here?* Claire became painfully aware of her worn clothes and old bomber jacket.

An elegant, petite woman opened the door and lit up in a blinding smile. The long silk dress hugged the slender body, and diamonds shone from the earrings and necklace. There were gentle streaks of gray in the ebony hair, but it only added class. Read more »