R G Bargy

Jane awoke slowly. It had been a strange and disturbing dream in which she had been forcibly stripped and carried to a place she did not know. She had dreamed of bondage before but this was different. Normally she saw her captor. Her hands were always placed behind her back and legs tied together but this time she had been left spread-eagled and vacant. She was desperate to waken and leave these images behind. As she woke she involuntarily stretched, her arms going wide above her head, and there they stayed. She could not bring them back down, in fact she could not move at all! Even her head was immobile. Her eyes strained to focus but as they did she had to blink to be sure it was real. ...

“Oh no four oh.” Ian read with mounting frustration. “Look, even my own daughter thinks I’m past it.” Evelyn, his wife made appropriate sympathetic noises from the kitchen. They had been married twenty years, he was an office manager, his wife had a part time job at the local supermarket. Apart from a few aches occasionally and a little less stamina , he felt little different from when he was in his twenties. ...

Emma was tired, no, exhausted would be more accurate. It was nearly four o’clock in the morning yet sleep was the last thing on her mind. She had not moved all night yet her arms and legs were telling her that she had been on a cross-trainer at the gym continuously for several hours. Of course such a thing would be impossible. For a start the gym shut at ten, and secondly there were safeguards that prevented you from using the machine for more than thirty minutes without a rest. Emma was not at the gym. She was lying on the floor in the lounge of her parents’ home, naked and hog-tied, a ball gag preventing anything but the faintest of mews. The house was empty of all other living beings. Her parents were away for the weekend, due home in a few hours. The thought of being found by them was the only thing on her mind, that and the desperate search of a means of escape. The feint intermittent buzzing at her groin was the only distraction. ...

Tasha walked at a steady pace her stiletto heels clip clopping in perfect rhythm. She hardly glanced at the familiar surroundings, pairs of houses, each slightly different, staring silently back at her. Who knows what secrets lay behind those rose curtains or the bright red door? The lawn that had become overgrown, the house with ever changing brightly coloured hanging baskets, the unmoving caravan, the iron gates that did not quite meet properly. The wall with missing coppice stone. Mr Franklin must have a new car. The twitch of curtains at no 54, that woman really should get a life! Just another street in another town or city? ...

Being naked bound and gagged was no longer an unusual occurrence for Anne. Her reaction to it varied according to the type of bondage and the scene she was in. Right now she was verging on absolute terror. It was not that she was in any danger. She had had her share of perilous encounters which had scared her to the point of losing control of her bodily functions but this was not one of them. She was in the open air, true, but it was her own garden out of sight of nosy neighbours or passing strangers. ...

I had known Pete since school days. We had been best friends most of that time with only the occasional argument. I had seen less of him since he got married but the friendship was too old to allow even such a radical change in life style to destroy it. I had met his wife, of course, both while they were courting, at the wedding and several times since. I have to say I am quite envious of him. Anne is a real beauty , demure, almost shy in company, but obviously devoted to him. I am not married, through choice I might add. I have concentrated on my career and only indulged in holiday flings or casual sex. I’m happy enough with my lot. I may have fantasised about getting Anne between the sheets, so to speak but I would not dream of doing such a thing in reality. Good friends are hard to come by. ...

Bondage had always been a private affair. Their little secret. Mark was the instigator but Marianne was a willing participant. The scenarios were varied and they used all parts of the house, so when Mark tied her on the coffee table Marianne was not unduly worried. She had her normal rush of anticipation in the knowledge that there would be an orgasmic finale as always. The night was young and she steeled herself mentally for the waiting to come. Hurry was not in Mark’s vocabulary. ...

Entry from the SAX Leather, Grometsplaza & UtopiaStories Bondage Story competition 2005 “Even Houdini would have trouble.” Claimed the Sax Leather website. I decided they were probably right. The hand cuffs were beautifully crafted with a triple hinge instead of the usual short chain. I was sure that even if the wearer held the key they would not be able to manipulate it into the lock let alone turn it with their fingers. I could not wait to try them out on Maxine. ...

I had been interested in bondage since I was a teenager, I do not know why. At first it was curiosity. Why should anyone want to be tied up? What did it feel like? Why did I get excited at the thought of it? Of course I did not have anyone to ask, neither did I have any one to help me. I began my journey into self bondage. I started simply, using my dressing gown belt to tie my hands and tights to tie my legs. I progressed to buying rope. Then one day I got stuck. I had used slip knots to tighten the loops, pulling against doors or the bed. This time I used it to cinch my wrists. I reckoned that pulling my hands apart would release the knot. Unfortunately there was too much friction in the rope to be loosened. The knife I had kept handy was blunt as anything. It took most of the night to get free, fortunately I had my own bedroom and nobody disturbed me. ...

Part One Ian hated house work, it felt all wrong. He did not consider himself a chauvinist but all the same, cleaning, washing, that was not a job for a man. Unfortunately since he and Kiersty had got married it had become necessary for him to do his fair share of chores. He was a postman, which meant he worked shifts, starting early or finishing late. Kiersty worked in an office 9-5 which meant that she usually got home just before 6. He worked Saturday mornings so she did most of the laundry then but week days he did his share. She was quite a catch, blonde, shapely and very affectionate. He loved everything about her. Their relationship was based more on mutual respect than physical attraction, the fact that she was beautiful was a bonus, not the main stay. Her looks may deteriorate but her mind and their mutual interests would remain. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant It all started as a bit of a joke. We had been watching some old B movies in the common room and several of the girls had shown signs of being genuinely frightened. We thought it was hilarious of course. The idea was to try and take it one step further by bringing one of the monsters to life. The first attempt at making myself into a mummy nearly ended in disaster. We got the bandages too tight and I could hardly bend my legs or arms. It may have been funny but that was not the reaction I was looking for. So we had to start all over again. James threatened to leave me like it anyway but I’m bigger than he is so the threat of revenge was enough to start him unwrapping me and trying again. ...

Julia did not like being ignored. She was just not used to it. No matter how hard she tried she just could not get Brandon’s attention, then again it was hardly surprising. He had trussed her up like a Christmas turkey and then turned his back on her. She would wait for him and there was nothing she could do to change it. Julia was used to getting everything her own way. She was more than comfortably well off being the only daughter of a multimillionaire. She was always centre of attention, with people around her. She had been able to get anything she wanted, except a constant true companion. Every one loved her, for her money, and her generosity, but no one wanted her for herself, until Brandon appeared. ...

She had known Alan since school days and they were like brother and sister. He was not spectacularly handsome, but had a boyish charm. He was clean shaven, tall and fastidiously neat. He shared her interest in music. He was just younger than her. She had many friends, mostly boys, but none quite like Alan. Alan never looked to her for romance, he did not seem to notice her femininity, he was just Alan. He was there when she passed her driving test. He came to her 18th birthday party. When she broke up with John, there was Alan. When she played in the band, there was Alan supporting her. They had played bridge together and as a pair they were pretty formidable. They had even gone on holiday together once. They had drifted apart. She had met her soul mate and they had hit it off almost immediately. Alan came to her wedding, of course, but she lost touch with him for a long time. Then suddenly he reappeared. She saw him now and then, but she was married now. She had little need of a brother, though she still valued his friendship, he even seemed to get on well with David. ...

They say that women mature quicker than men, I tend to agree. By the age of thirteen I was sexually active. I did not lose my virginity until I was past eighteen but I learnt about pleasure and orgasms. When I met the man who was to become my husband I was amazed how little he seemed to know or care about sex. I was now twenty one and at my sexual peak. ...

After weeks of trepidation, even fear, the moment, when it happened was so quick that by the time Anne realised what was happening it was over. The assailant came noiselessly from behind. She was aware of a slightly sweet smell from the rag over her nose and then sank into oblivion. When she came to all her senses bombarded her with complaints or new sensations. She could not see and there was something in her mouth preventing her from crying out but allowing her to breathe. He arms were forced behind her back, her legs folded back on themselves and apart. She could not move any of them. She could not even move her head. She realised that she must be naked. Without sight she was disorientated but she was sure that she was on her front, but apart from some bands of pressure she could feel air currents all around. She must be suspended somehow but how high? It could be a few inches or several feet; there was no way for her to be sure. She let out a plaintive mew that sounded pathetic, even to her. ...

(story continues from The Captive)_ Part 2: Captivated If David had thought that he had heard the last of Anne’s captive fantasies then he was wrong. To say that she was dissatisfied would be a little unfair but despite the frightening finale Anne wanted more. It had been over too quickly. She wanted to explore the feelings of bondage and helplessness. She had enjoyed the sex but wanted more frustration. She was even curious about her pain threshold. And she wanted to be frightened again. Despite her subsequent embarrassment the emotions had been incredible, but she doubted that David could fool her again. In her heart she knew he could not harm her. ...

(story continues from The Captive 2: Captivated) Part 3: Quelle Surprise “Let’s go to France,” David had said. “It will make a change.” Anne was unsure. She had hardly ever left her home town let alone the country. She just did not see the need. She had all she wanted where she was and since David had accepted her captive fantasies she had been seeing less, rather than more of the outside world. They had not repeated the full prisoner thing but she had spent many hours in the garage tied up and “tortured” in one way or another. She was happy with her life. Why change it? ...