Mike Silklover

The Banking Bondage Babes by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 A tale of humiliation, banking and scarf bondage by silklover Darren Day, or ‘Darren the Demon Dealer’ as he liked to be known at the Sumitomo Bank, was extremely angry and extremely uncomfortable. He was extremely angry becuase he had fallen for their charm and womanly guile and allowed himself to be kidnapped by the babes he had been drinking with earlier that evening. It severely hurt his ego to realise that whilst he thought he had succeeded in pulling five of the most beautiful women in the bar, he had in reality been royally set up by them. Whatever it was they had put in his drink towards the end of the evening had completely zonked him. ...

Abducted in London by Mike Silklover This is the first part of a multi part story in which Sarah Russell, a London based jeweller, bondage devotee and designer of silk scarves, kidnaps a young Australian woman during a visit to her shop. The Australian captive is pierced and ringed and then kept bound and gagged in the basement stockroom of the shop for Sarah’s amusement and that of her friends. Sarah is planning to keep her captive for a long time and has devised over two years worth of severe,cruel and imaginative bondage, including suspension, mummification, breath control and sexual abuse. As with all my stories, your comments are most welcome and will help to guide the way in which Sarah torments her young captive. [email protected] Chapter 1 It was Sunday morning and Sarah Russell looked across the dungeon to her nude and bound captive hanging in the centre of the room. The girl’s bronzed body, glistening with sweat from the strain and discomfort of her enforced position, was offset by the colourful scarves and loops of rope used to bind her. Every so often a faint moan would escape from the severely gagged mouth of the Australian beauty as she slowly regained consciousness after a day of heavy sedation. ...

Captive of the Gold Wing by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 The royal blue Honda Gold Wing pulled up at the self service pump of the small garage just south of the Interstate. Fully equipped with all the accessories, including the shiny two wheeled trailer, the passengers looked dwarfed by the gleaming chrome machine. The man who had been driving the bike got off and started to fill the large gas tank while the lady pillion passenger remained seated on her own pillion seat. To the casual observer, all seemed normal, but on closer inspection, it was clear that whilst the male rider was suitably dressed for the hot day in shorts and a T-shirt, his passenger was dressed as for a bitterly cold day. ...

The Ski Chalet by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 Sarah had told me about the couloir; a steep cliff path, barely covered in snow which led to the base of the most perfect bowl of virgin powder snow imaginable. Well away from the main piste area, I knew that if I fell here it would be a long time before anyone found me. But that hadn’t stopped me. The heart stopping jump turns down the perilously thin sliver of icy snow had been worthwhile for I was now standing at the base of quite the most magnificent powder slope I had ever seen. It towered in front of me, rising several hundreds of feet to a eery looking chalet perched in the trees at the top of the mountain. ...

Women’s Circle by Mike Silklover Chapter 1 The following story is based upon one I read in an early edition of Bondage Life. I have never seen the story on the web (mores the pity) as it made a lasting impression on me. I have tried to recreate it here as accurately as possible although inevitably I have allowed some of my own fantasies to creep in. If anyone has a copy of the original (in 2 parts over successive editions) I would really appreciate it if they could post a copy. ...

Part Three Silkbound into Slavery Part 3 Sarah knew she had to make her escape soon before Stephanie returned, but had no idea what to do next. Although she could just about see through the black silk hood that encased her head, her wrists and elbows were securely and painfully bound behind her back, and her ankles were hobbled with tightly bound silk scarves. She was standing shakily in the middle of Stephanie’s admittedly grand bathroom but, as she looked around there seemed to be no implements or sharp edges with which she could free herself. ...

Part Two Miss Jones knew the number of her removal firm by heart and she happily tapped in the digits for the East London firm whilst humming a Frank Sinatra tune to herself. She was extremey content with the way things had gone so far, and was looking forward to her cruise with great anticipation. “Put me on to Mr Cratchett would you please”, she said as the receptionist answered at the other end. “Ah Cratchett, it’s Miss Jones here. I have a removal job for you. Another one of those international assignments that you do so well. I need you to get a crate and packing materials sorted out and get them down to me by tomorrow afternoon. I will also need you and your unsavoury colleague Jenks to accompany the package and look after its contents throughout the trip. Plan on a Size 14 crate but you will probably need extra packing materials. This particular package is a litle more lively than most you have handled in the past.” ...

An alternative chapter from the classic book Miss High Heels which involves female domination, severe bondage with rope, silk scarves, bed linen and other laundry items of torment, and a hint of crossdressing. This tale of cross dressing and bondage was inspired by the book Miss High heels, in which a young boy, Evelyn Beryl, so infuriates his governess with his behaviour that she conspires with his aunt and ward and resolves to turn him into a woman. Kidnapped by the pair, he undergoes a period of enforced feminization and bondage before being sent away to a girls school where he is conditioned both mentally and physically to think of himself as a girl. Now a grown young woman called Denise, he returns to his governess Miss Priscilla at the end of his schooling, where she resolves to further her control over him by keeping her as a young lady under her strict discipline……… ...

Part One Sarah Miles was within a week of her 19th birthday and had answered the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper, so that she could get some experience before she went to horticultural college later that year. All her friends from school had taken a long break and gone trekking in Thailand, but Sarah was an only child and had been raised in an orphanage, so she could not afford the several thousand pounds that her friends planned to spend on their half year in Thailand. ...