Hagster

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Chapter Twenty-Eight - A Quiet Little Hide-Away Hello, again, Sammy Joe here! I was beginning to feel unappreciated and abandoned down there in that dank, dark cellar. The thunderbolts from the approaching storm caused the walls and floor to almost imperceptibly shake with the violence of all that energy striking the ground with such focused intensity. Then I saw my two friends descend into the cellar and walk toward one of the upright supports near me setting down a couple of bags. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Chapter Twenty-Nine - Murphy’s Law The impacts of the crop across my backside were mercifully weak and infrequent in delivery. It gave me a valuable opportunity to adopt the right frame of mind hopefully enabling me to endure the beating I was going to get. Trish hummed quietly to herself as she methodically applied her brand of punishment upon my naked body. With each lash came a muted scream followed by a labored gasp for air. Trish seemed to be enjoying herself, reveling in my every tortured movement and sound. She slowed her whipping somewhat, but corrected that by increasing the severity of the lashing. That fucking bitch!!! I mean, shit! she was really hurting me! If it weren’t for the vibrators teasing me and giving me a small taste of pleasure, I don’t think I would have been able to endure the barrage. Thank God for the little things. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Six A Sleeping Partner Hello friends. If you will recall, my friend Trish and I had been chained together wrist and ankle and were making our way to my parents’ bedroom to get some “sleep”. My other friend Kristen had drunk herself into a stupor and retired alone to my upstairs bedroom. Although Trish and I had imbibed as well, we decided to knock off before we got too loopy. After all, connected as we were, going to the bathroom was difficult enough… I shuddered to think what could happen should one or both of us become sick to our stomachs! Damn, piss-soaked hair would almost seem pleasurable in comparison to a vomit bath! I apologize for the graphic nature of my prior remarks. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Four Two Friends Bonding Hello, again, Sammy Joe here. It’s been a while since I had begun my session of self-bondage-turned bondage and domination with my two closest friends. If you have been reading this little story of mine, you might be now realize just how close Kristen and I have become. Sure, she was always a close friend, but only now do I more fully understand her. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 11 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Two - A Time to Chill Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Two - A Time to Chill Trish and I sat on the bench for several minutes resting and catching our breaths. Neither of us spoke many words as we gathered our wits and regained our composure. I remained silent, ashamed of the pain I had inflicted on one of my best friends, and Trish stayed quiet, I assumed, because of her embarrassment at provoking me and showing a darker, seemingly self-hating side of her personality. To put it quite bluntly, we were speechless. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 10 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty “What Happened?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty “What Happened?” That’s odd, I thought. What happened? The last thing I remembered was being given the best-damned oral sex I had ever experienced! It was dark. Why was it dark? I felt confused and disoriented. Why can’t I see anything? I rolled my head from side to side and reached out with my hands. I could feel the arms of the recliner against my palms and the foot extension under my feet. Apparently I was lying in the recliner. But what happened? ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 9 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Eighteen “Where’s Trish?” The entire situation was unacceptable. There I was, legs spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, my wrists locked to my waist on either side of my harness, and my piss-soaked face and hair resting atop a towel thrown under my head to sop up the offending mess. I was becoming just a little more than upset! How could Trish leave me this way? Oh, boy, was she in for it! Although I was clearly angry, I tried to be philosophical and understanding about the whole ordeal. Yeah, right! ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 8 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Sixteen “But it’s too early for bed!” All three of us carried an armload of bottles, paper, and cardboard into the kitchen. With my ankles unhobbled, I was able to walk a bit more normally, however I was still unable to fully extend my legs. Kristen, on the other hand… Every step was an exercise in stimulation. Even with the vibrators turned off, they still made their presence known. Each one playing itself off against the other while both nestled tightly within the depths of her loins. I knew what she must have been going through, and snickered at her under my breath. She deserved it after how she had teased me hours ago. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 7 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Fourteen “Is Anybody There?” I awoke slowly. A noise had startled me until I realized it was a snore, my own grunting sinuses. There was a breeze on my face and I wondered from where it was coming, so I cracked open an eye and looked around. The ceiling fan was turning. Great, the power had been restored. I made an effort to stretch my arms after my well-deserved nap. The sound of chains rattling alerted me as to my bed-bound situation. Kristen had left me chained to the bed, but had obviously been back to check on me because a bed sheet had replaced the robe she had draped over me. But, why didn’t she let me loose? The only reason I could imagine was she was trying to allow me to fulfill my bondage fantasies. Gee, how kind of her, huh? At least she was looking after me, and the “entertainment” was first rate. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 6 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Twelve Some Relief, at Last Kristen had helped me walk to the front of the barn to the door leading outside towards the house. My progress was slow at best and I could tell she was becoming somewhat frustrated. She paused for a moment after opening the door and leaned me against the corridor wall. “I’ll be right back, don’t go away,” she mocked as she walked out the door. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 5 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Ten Oops! Well, you know the old Chinese proverb, “…be careful what you ask for, you just might get it”. I had managed to suspend myself from the roof of the loft down through the trap door, gagged, hands nearly immobilized, and my feet chained neatly underneath my butt two feet off the barn floor. The vibrator in my pussy was going like crazy, and was beginning to drive me mad with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy were mounting and I struggled against my bonds. I squirmed and twisted, trying to aid the buzzing shaft inside of me to bring me over the edge. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 4 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part SevenWill They Ever Leave? Part Seven Will They Ever Leave? Good grief will Sunday ever come? And here I was on a Friday night, in my room, listening to talk radio. Boyfriend hundreds of miles away doing Lord knows what with God knows who, unwilling to pleasure myself while waiting for Sunday to arrive, and going over yet again the plans I was devising for myself. I unlocked my “hope chest” to take inventory of what I had amassed and possibly of what I had forgotten. I retrieved an old pair of sweatpants from a dresser drawer and grabbed my scissors. I wouldn’t need to be fully clothed, yet wanted some amount of protection from the restraints. Bondage need not be uncomfortable and I detest chafing. I snipped the legs of the sweatpants off at the knees, threw them and a large white cotton tee shirt back into the chest and locked it. Nothing left to do now but wait, some more. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 3 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Five A Restless Night Part Five A Restless Night Dinner was later than usual and no one had much to say. Mom and Dad were in deep anticipation of their nearing vacation, while I was anxious to get on with my upcoming session. After the dishes were washed and put away, we all agreed to call it a day and went to bed early. Being as I did not do any work today, I didn’t build up any kind of a sweat and decided to forego an evening shower. Morning showers, on the other hand, were a must. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage - Chapter 2 by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Part Three Tying Up Some Loose Ends Hello again, Sammy Joe here. When last we met I had made a set of wrist and ankle shackles out of some barn door hinges and a thigh and body harness from three nylon horse halters. There were only a few more items to fabricate, and a trip to town was in order, not only to purchase a few supplies, but my driver’s license was due for renewal and I wanted to kill all the birds I could with one stone. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Although this is a fictional story, the situations, methods, and gear described have been combined from imagined thoughts and actual experiences to form a story of hopefully believable and erotic fantasy. Enjoy. Hagster Part One Introductions My name is Sammy Joe (short for Samantha Josephine) and I live on a cattle farm in rural Missouri outside of Kansas City. My Father works very hard around the farm with all of the chores and expects my brother and me to help out where we can. My brother Joe (my parents lack a certain amount of originality where names are concerned) is usually found in the fields or the machine shop with Dad working the cattle or repairing odds and ends; mainly the more strenuous jobs. He lives down the lane with his wife in a mobile home on a plot of the family farm and has a partnership arrangement with our Dad. Apparently his degrees in Business and Agriculture have impressed our father. I, on the other hand, am only down on the farm through the summer months while on break from college. Being as I love animals, Veterinary seemed the way to go. Mom and Dad agree. So, while I am at home on breaks and such I can usually be found bottle feeding the calves, grooming my mare, helping Mom around the house, or working in the garden. Our farm has been in the family now since before the war (Civil War, that is) and we all are proud to be obligated with its operation and upkeep. I truly hate to be away for long periods. ...