Aaron Roberts

continued from final mistake part one So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last. I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far. I’ll explain what happened. The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me. One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad. Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out. That’s when I made a break for it. I ran for the door before she had time to react. I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell. I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast. I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet. ...

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest - continued from final mistake part one So it’s been about 6 years since I wrote last. I’m still planning my escape but it not going easy as I’ve tried on a couple occasions to run but didn’t get very far. I’ll explain what happened. The normal routine used to be that after work I was put into my straitjacket and allowed to roam my house dragging the chain attached to my collar behind me. One day while she was making garlic toast in the oven and it burned real bad. Smoke filled the house so thick that she decided to open the door to air the place out. That’s when I made a break for it. I ran for the door before she had time to react. I got all the way out of the yard and was heading for the road when I tripped and fell. I struggled to get up and by the time I did she was already half way between me and the house and coming fast. I started off on a run but didn’t get very far because when I tumbled I fell over a shrub in the yard and the loose chain got caught on the shrub and I came to a sudden stop and was again knocked backwards off my feet. ...

This story was an entry into the 2010 Winter Fetish Story Contest This may explain why our life has changed. Changed for the better I must say, but changed nonetheless. My wife and I have been together for over 20 years, and we are the adventurous type and like to try lots of new things. One of the things that we found we both really enjoy is dressing in lycra or spandex, and preferably shiny spandex. We also like a little light bondage thrown in the mix. We both have cat suits and zentai suits as well as leggings and leotards. Some times we dress up, put some normal clothes over top, then go out somewhere for dinner, then go somewhere fairly secluded and take our outer layers off and get brave and go for a walk or something, hoping not to get caught or see somebody. It always gives us a thrill and no one is harmed. Then we go home and feel each other up until we can’t handle it anymore, undo the crotch zippers and make mad passionate love. Maybe one of us will be tied up, or one tied up and the top with a spandex hood too, just to add a little excitement. We never really went far enough with each other that we couldn’t get out of a situation or scenario. If we played like that, there was always a way out right away. ...

Well I have to start out by telling you that I don’t have much time to tell my story before she gets home. It all started when I was 17. I was a young guy with a nice truck and girls always wanted me to take them for a ride so they could get off on the pounding subs I had behind the seat. This one girl I picked up one day was just a little different than the rest of the girls I hung around with so I decided to take it a little further with her. We started dating and this and that, and next thing you know I’m finding myself tied to the bed and she’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow. I was not the most experienced guy on the planet and I was sure I didn’t want to let this little philly get away from me. ...