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Whilst this story is mostly true, there’s just a little creative license in the details, enjoy. Like all things in life, sometimes you have to take the initiative, even if it means taking away your own control. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t. This is one of those stories. A few days ago, on a cold, wet Sunday, I had to clear some land we’d been renting but, with our tenancy up, everything had to go and with no intention of taking our children into the howling wind and rain, I did it all myself, moving a lot of heavy items in the process. On my return, my wife promised that later, she’d give me a rub down and a blow job. Amazingly, I didn’t think anything of it at the time and we went about the rest of our day. ...

So Christmas has been and gone for another year and so I thought I’d share my post Christmas story with you. The day after Christmas, my wife took the kids to her sister’s. I don’t get on with my brother-in-law so am excused this “pleasure” and was happy because I’d already concocted other plans. Before I left, I locked myself in my cb-3000 chastity device and left the key on the side. Being locked in it is exciting enough but knowing I couldn’t get out until I’d completed my adventure made it more so. ...

“Goodnight,” Margaret said as she pushed open the office door with her shoulder, only to be ignored by the group of 20-somethings she worked with who were already discussing their Friday night plans together where they’d probably be wearing even shorter skirts than they did to work, drink far too much and wake up in some random guys bed the next morning. ‘You’re not like me,’ she thought as the door closed behind her. ...

My girlfriend had started yet another fad diet and exercise program, part of which meant she’d go jogging every evening in the local woods. It was within walking distance but for some reason, she drove there. One evening, having barely seen her in what felt like a month, I decided to take matters into my own hands and have what I hoped would be fun for me, a surprise for her and an experience for us both. ...

Jack swept the last of the straw off the shed floor and stepped back to admire his handywork, smiling at his wife Claire as he did so. Their allotment shed was completely empty. It was a nice day and a cold winter usually meant leaving in a hurry and just throwing things in the shed left it in a mess so they’d decided to use the warmer weather to spend the day down the allotment and get it sorted. At least, Claire had decided to do that, Jack wanted to dig some beds over ready for planting in the new growing season. ...

(story continues from The Numbers Game)_ Part 2 My wife keeps me in chastity. Not for any particular reason. I’ve never strayed and never wanted to but she likes the power and if it makes her happy, then I’m happy to go along with it. It’s a CB-3000, standard chastity belt but with one difference, she uses a 4-digit combination lock instead of the standard tamper proof or metal padlock which she had been using. With 10,000 possible combinations, there was no way I’d ever be able to guess the number. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

John arrived outside the main gates of the local allotment. Since food prices had risen so sharply, he’d decided that getting one was not only economical but good exercise as well. That wasn’t the only reason; John liked to dress up in his wife’s clothes and he realised that down there was pretty secluded and he could wear her clothes under his own while he worked. As time went on, the thrill of wearing women’s clothes and the risk of being caught caused him to introduce bondage into the cross-dressing. Tonight was going to be the night of his longest session so far and he couldn’t wait. ...

Authors note: This is a true story. It is based loosely on The Bathtub Bound scenario found at http://www.boundanna.com/html/en_scen_bathtubound.html It has been adapted to suit me and is not an exact copy of the scenario. Looking at the bath I knew what I was doing was silly, idiotic and a little bit dangerous but I also knew that certain urges are part of me and the only way to deal with them was to involve self bondage. Well, either that to pay for someone to do it for me but that’s not the kind of thing you come across in the Yellow Pages! ...

Author’s note: Sometimes I see a picture and I almost immediately come up with a story for it so from the “A thousand words” genre is the picture. (see below) Erin stumbled in her 6” heels but managed to maintain her balance. Even if she wanted to take them off, she couldn’t; the padlocks on them saw to that. She’d started a self bondage session when a streak of lightening and the roll of thunder gave her an idea to add to the thrill. ...

(story continues from No Job Means No Dignity) This story is a follow up to No Job Means No Dignity Part One. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do so now to give you a better idea of what’s going on here. Part Two: A Day by the Pool About 6 months have passed since I lost my job when things changed forever as my wife became the dominant one in our relationship and I became, for want of a better word, her bitch. ...

John sat at his computer when his mobile phoned beeped with a text message; the one he had been waiting for. “Hi babe. Now getting in the taxi. Home in about 20 minutes. Love you. X” John didn’t bother to reply to Kerstin, his long term girlfriend. He just cleared his internet history, closed down his computer and headed to the bedroom. Earlier in the evening, when he had planned his surprise for Kerstin, John had showered and given his groin a little trim. For the rest of the evening, he’d stayed naked while killing time. Now in the bedroom, he looked at the ropes, belts and handcuffs he’d earlier laid on the bed and allowed himself a moment just to touch them before beginning his surprise for Kerstin and all of his preparation would be for nothing if he left it too long! ...

It’s typical isn’t it? You finally get enough money saved up for a deposit on your own house, allowing you and your fiancée to buy your own place and what happens? Little brother decides he wants to move out too but being a lazy so and so, the only place he can afford is, that’s right, in with me and mine. Apparently “mum” was cramping his style and he “needed some space” and of course, my fiancée won’t do anything about her little bro’ cramping my style and taking up my space, oh no. ...

NOTE: My girlfriend doesn’t get what I get out of bondage. She tolerates it when I tie her up but won’t tie me up anymore. Like all things, the less you get something, the more you want it, the more I think I’m willing to try and the darker the fantasies get. That’s all this is I’m afraid to say; a work of fantasy. Who knows, I might get lucky; my girlfriend might read this and decide she wants to act it out. I’m also English so I use the word tights instead of pantyhose which I normally see on the site. Also, it was written to be one story but if the feedback is good, I might continue it. ...

Using the story A Novel Idea 3 for inspiration, I devised a little self bondage game using 2 dice. I wrote everything down before I got started to stop me from “cheating” and only using the items I wanted to use rather than what the game specified. My girlfriend is great and has tied me up and has let me tie her up but she doesn’t understand what I get out of bondage so tying myself up is my only real option, especially with her at work for another 5 hours. ...

Different people look for different things when buying a house. Some people want good transport, but those good schools in the area but for me privacy is the most important thing. So when my wife and I saw this place with hedges around the property twice the size of me and trees and shrubs bucking the view of all windows from the road, we knew this was the place. Not long after we moved in disaster struck; I lost my job. With the credit crunch I suppose it was inevitable, my department was reorganized and there was no place for me or three others. We aren’t in too much trouble though. My wife is a freelance journalist and earns plenty enough to pay the mortgage and the bills. ...

My wife keeps me in chastity. Not for any particular reason. I’ve never strayed and never wanted to but she likes the power and if it makes her happy, then I’m happy to go along with it. It’s a CB-3000, standard chastity belt but with one difference, she uses a 4-digit combination lock instead of the standard tamper proof or metal padlock which she had been using. With 10,000 possible combinations, there was no way I’d ever be able to guess the number. ...