Adam Egg on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Beach Selfbondage

Thu, 10 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This story is fiction. Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). Never meet a stranger alone, it could be dangerous. Part Two

The night on the beach was memorable, it won’t be forgotten for a long time. The experience even crept into my dreams a few times. I would awake rolling all over the bed and need to put a hand between my legs to finish what the dream had started. Just thinking about that night made the orgasms better. It had been nearly two weeks since that night as I left the house for the drive to work. It started as a normal Thursday morning until I arrived at my car and found a note: ‘For more of the same, come to the lifeguard stand midnight Friday night.’ I had kept the previous note and compared them both. The hand writing and paper were the same. It was him. A slight chill of fear went down my spine, he knows where I live. I quickly looked around, almost expecting to see him standing there, but it was a fruitless effort. Concentrating at work wasn’t just difficult, it was almost impossible, good thing it wasn’t a busy day. My supervisor is normally in meetings during the morning but I caught her after lunch. I made up a story about a plumbing problem and was given Friday off. I even managed to slip out a little early. Evening rush hour, in this small town, isn’t a big deal but there is always ONE slow poke. “Come on grandpa, put your foot down!”, I yelled but the car windows were closed and Mr. Wilson didn’t hear me. He’s a real nice, senior gentleman and I shouldn’t yell but I wanted to get home, NOW! “OK, get a grip on yourself. Relax!”, I said to myself. “You have over 30 hours before anything happens. Oh, great! Now he’s got me talking to myself.” Then it hit me, 30 hours! Holy geewiz, 30 hours of anticipation, 30 hours of ‘What will happen?’, 30 hours of ‘Are we there yet?’. (Well…sort of.) 30 hours, holy crap. Finally, I roared up to the house and almost skidded to a stop in the driveway. “Chill out!”, I yelled to myself. I can’t believe, how this one guy, has gotten into my head. I just had to relax. After a few good, deep breaths, I got out of the car, picked up the mail and went inside. Junk, junk, bill, junk, letter. No stamp, no return address, just hand writing on the front: ‘To the beautiful, self-binder with the nice ass’. I stood so fast that the chair fell over with a crash. I jumped at the sound, and ran to the door to lock it. In this small, quiet community there is rarely a need to lock doors but this was different. He had been right here, outside the front door, on the front porch. Was he in the house? I ran to the desk and retrieved my pistol. It’s only a .22 cal. but with a ten round clip it will do some damage. My dad was an avid hunter and even though I didn’t want to shoot a “Bambi”, he did teach me how to handle firearms, VERY well.

Beach Selfbondage

Thu, 29 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

This story is fiction. Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing). I tried to write this from a female point of view. I hope I got the feelings and emotions correct.

I have been doing self-bondage for some time and very much enjoy the hog tie, for which I devised a release device. The parts list: Two lengths of 2" PVC pipe 4" long, four 2" end caps, PVC glue, two eye bolts about 5" long, four nuts and two large washers to fit the eye bolts, one 1/4" bolt about 1" long, one nut and two washers for the bolt. Start by drilling a 1/4" hole in two of the end caps. Install a washer on the bolt and push it through one of the end caps from the inside. Place the second end cap over the bolt and add the washer and nut, then tighten well. A little glue between the end caps and under the washers will help seal the holes. Next, glue each piece of pipe into the end caps. Drill a large hole in each of the last two end caps, just a little larger than the washers for the eye bolts and glue them to the end of the pipes. Finally, install a nut on each eye bolt and thread it along about 1/2", then install the washer and second nut. Tighten everything very well.

Bound he is

Thu, 22 May 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Bound he is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’

Don’t try this at home (unless you know what you are doing).

After our Saturday afternoon of fun, Linda talked a few times about doing it again. Of course, I was ready to go at any time. Even though the experience had been very pleasurable, it had also been somewhat stressful and more than two or three sessions a month might be too much. The following Saturday morning I made a short grocery list. Just before noon I gave her the list with the instruction that she should leave exactly at noon, keep an eye on her watch and return in no less that 30 minutes but no more the 40 minutes. Also, she was to get the items on the list and nothing else. There was a puzzled look on her face so I said, “Trust me, I will have a surprise for YOU.” Emphasis on the ‘you’. The store was close by and there was nothing perishable on the list so she should have no problem. At the stroke of noon she left and I got started. First, a note on the door, ‘Linda, come in and lock the door behind you. Leave the groceries in the living room and follow the arrows upstairs.’ Next, several large arrows were placed on the floor, first toward the stairs, than up and finally into the main bedroom where the closed circuit TV was placed on the dresser. Then I went into the spare bedroom, closed the door and removed every stitch of clothing including my watch. There was a clock in the wall so I could keep track of time. First, I rapped a Velcro strap around my scrotum and attached a string and small weight. The weight was placed in the table for now. After stepping in front of the T, I slipped a belt around my thighs, tied my ankles and knees with straps and belted my hips and waist. The thigh belt was removed.

Bound she is

Tue, 08 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Bound she is by Adam Egg ‘This story is fiction’

One day my girlfriend, Linda, found my interest in bondage. At this point I thought our relationship was over but was pleasantly surprised to hear her say she was willing to try. After thinking for a few moments, I said everything would be ready in a few days. To get her started, I allowed her to view some bondage pictures on the computer. This way she would have some idea of what to expect.

Alone in the dark 2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Alone in the dark 2 By Adam Egg After about half an hour of sobbing, Maria had most of the real fear out of her mind. She realized that she wouldn’t die here alone. The housemates would come back and find her. She would be hungry, thirsty and humiliated about three quarters to death but not quite dead.

‘OK, I should make the most of this while I can.’, she thought. She remembered a former boyfriend that had moved away to a new job. She really, really hated to part with him but she couldn’t go. (She cried over him for a week.) He had a special way of fondling her breasts that would make her orgasm without touching her in any other way. She hadn’t tried it on herself but now might be a good time. He would place his hands flat on her breasts with her nipples between his middle and ring fingers. With a gentle squeeze on the nipple, he would press down and begin to roll her breasts around in a circle. First, both hands would move in the same direction, then they would move in opposite directions pushing her breasts toward each other then pulling them apart. As Maria would become more aroused he would squeeze his fingers together a little tighter, press down harder and push and pull farther. As she would get close to an orgasm he would switch hands placing his right hand on her left breast and visa-versa. Not only could he give her a firm hug he could also trap her arms by her sides making it difficult for her to stimulate herself. This may be where Maria got the idea of bondage.