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Ashley 3

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Ashley Self Bondage

3 How I Got Interested In Being Bound & Gagged by Ardvark How I Got Interested In Being Bound & Gagged:

My interest in bondage began long ago, when I was just a child. If I had a ribbon or cord, or any other kind of thing such as a belt, I would often idly sit on the floor and tie my ankles together. Sometimes after I tied my ankles together, I would twist whatever else I had around my wrists. Sometimes both my ankles and wrists would be bound like that for several minutes as I lay on the floor, or couch, watching TV.

Ashley 2 - My First Suspension

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Ashley Self Bondage

2 My First Suspension by Ardvark

My First Suspension:

My shoulders are aching from being in the same position for nearly two hours. The real problem is, I won’t be able to get relief from this situation for at least another hour. I have been able to wiggle from time to time, lifting myself by one arm or the other, but for the past few minutes, the strain on my arms has been very severe. The only relief I have been able to get has been the fleeting moment when I’ve been able to stretch enough to put some of my weight on the tips of my toes, I can’t maintain that position for long, because of the strain on my legs. For this session, I have a spreader bar between my ankles. This makes holding myself up by my toes even more challenging. When I have been able to stand on my toes, my arms were still held above my head and now ache from being forced to maintain this position. My hands are getting numb because of the fatigue in my arms and legs. After the first hour, my body was well worn out and I was pretty much just hanging from my wrists.

Ashley

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Ashley Self Bondage

1 A Bondage Participants Life by Ardvark Ashley: A Bondage Participants Life 1. A Bondage Participants Life

I can’t remember a time when bondage was not a part of my life. Even as a young child, I was interested in stories where the main characters spent at least part of their time bound hand and foot or tied to something. Most of my playtime fantasies centered around me being the one that was tied up or tied to something. I would make up lavish stories that involved burglars, kidnappers, roving rebel bands or other imaginary captors. I loved the story about Robin Hood, and often envisioned myself a poor peasant girl who was being held in the dungeon at Nottingham.

Kidnapped in Mexico

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark Kidnapped in Mexico by Ardvark

Along the Road:

The truck full of farm workers slowed as they drove past the spot where the two men were holding me. I was very aware that I was providing the men in the truck with quite a show. While I do not consider myself beautiful, many men have told me that I’m a “looker.” I have naturally wavy, reddish blonde hair that frames a face that I have been told is pretty. My 105 pounds is arranged on a 5’2” frame that is 34C-23-35. This is all carried on straight, well-formed legs. My nipples are large and tight with very small aureoles around them and are the kind that stand erect most of the time. I usually turn men’s heads when I enter a room. Standing naked by the side of the road however, was not the way I wanted men to be able to see me.

Melissa & Jeff

Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Melissa: The Peasant Maiden)

Melissa & Jeff by Ardvark Continues the story of Melissa A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Jeff: A Day of Discovery

The afternoon was hot. One of those brutal summer days that only the Mid-South, along the lower Mississippi Valley can understand. A day where no air moves. It can’t move, it’s too heavy and wet to move. Even the water in the swimming pool is hot. It was the kind of day when no one wants to do much of anything that requires effort. Melissa was lazily tending some of the flower beds around the back yard as I lay on a chaise lounge watching her. She is wearing a pair of baggy, thread-bare old shorts and a strapless halter. Neither of which do much to conceal the magnificent body under them. Our house, outside of Memphis, is situated in a track of homes that were designed for privacy. All the homes sit on at least two heavily wooded acres. Ours, because of a bend in the road, is nearly four acres, which makes us even further separated from any neighbors than most. Add to that two very heavily wooded arroyos with thick undergrowth and a tall privacy fence around the pool area, and we have a totally peaceful space in this world where, if we so choose, only the two of us exist.

Melissa: The Peasant Maiden

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

Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark Melissa: The Peasant Maiden by Ardvark

My name is Melissa. I’m a young peasant girl living in a small Hamlet near London, England. My father is just a poor peasant farmer who must produce a certain amount of food for the manor house where the landowner lives. It is the custom in this county for families that are unable to fill the quota levied upon them to satisfy the debt in other ways. If there is anything of value in the house when the tax collectors arrive, they will confiscate it. If they can find nothing of monetary value, but the family has a young son or daughter like me, they are usually arrested. They are then taken to the manor house to satisfy this tax lean against the family by performing slave labor. Boys are usually pressed into service in the stables. Girls are sometimes made to work in the kitchen. (I’m told only the ugly ones wind up in the kitchen). More often girls that have been taken will be sent to the Duke for sexual use. In one case, last year our neighbor’s young wife was arrested and taken to the manor house. I remember her being taken away on the back of her husband’s only horse. She was bound and naked when they took her.