Ralph

Sara kicked the door shut, then leaned against it to finish closing it before walking to the kitchen counter and setting down the three bags of groceries. The bag with the wine kept threatening to fall over, but she finally managed to get her hands free and start putting things away. She wished Josh would pay attention once in a while and help out. He knew she was going shopping. Just because she got done faster than expected was no reason not to help out. ...

Greg grabbed his lunch off the counter and stopped to kiss his wife goodbye. It was supposed to be that easy, but he had to stop and take another look. “Wow, you’re looking really dressed up today. Something going on at work?” He quickly took in the dark jacket over the snug white top. The matching dark skirt looked a bit bulky, but it was halfway up her thigh and he felt an urge to lift it up. The snug top surprised him, but also created an uncomfortable bunching in his pants. ...

Will knew he was in trouble as soon as the key slipped from his fingers and rattled on the tile floor. The plan had been so simple, yet somehow he missed a very basic concept. Keep the key in a way that it can’t get away. Now his planned method of escape was gone and he shuddered to think of the one that was left. Will was a college student. He was about medium height, but suffered from thinking his cock was too small. That was why he was afraid to have a girlfriend. He’d come home from class an hour ago, plenty of time to indulge himself before his roommate got home from the part time job he had in the afternoons. Will had been looking at the metal post in the basement for some time, waiting for a good opportunity to use it for a self bondage session. Today his professor had started the class, then complained of chills and finally ended class a half hour early. If he hurried home he would be there 2 hours before Conrad and could indulge his fantasy while still getting free with plenty of time to spare. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sunday Afternoon So many thoughts went through Jeff’s mind as the time passed. How much time? The burn of the hot sauce on his balls and on the welts left from the belts had faded, or he’d just gotten used to them, and he cool breeze hitting his skin had soon dried the sweat and just left him naked and chilled. Because of the angle of the garage and the plants around the property, nobody would be able to see into the couple of inches open at the bottom of the garage door to see his bare feet. What occupied most of his thoughts, though, was the idea that Ellen had changed from a wife telling him not to indulge in self bondage to a torturing bitch. He couldn’t blame all of this on Beth. Ellen had a truly happy smile when she brushed that hot sauce onto him and the only good thing Jeff saw in it was that she hadn’t painted his cock. Still, he could see the welts from the belting he’d gotten even if the reddish glow from the flogging had faded along with the burn. ...

continued from part 2 Part 3: Morning Torment Jeff didn’t sleep well. Making the night even longer, he had no idea what time it was. When Ellen had decided it was time to put him to bed, she’d tossed an inflated mattress onto the floor of the guest bathroom along with a few blankets, then cuffed his hands in front of him. She’d found his light chain and locked one end around his neck and the other around the toilet, leaving too little slack to reach the light switch. After warning him not to roll over too often at the risk of choking himself, she’d dropped the keys to his locks into her pocket, turned off the light, and closed the door behind her as she walked out. ...

“Come on, guys, stop it. This isn’t funny!” Will was confused and angry, but the boy holding each arm kept pulling him backward. “What’s wrong with you guys? Stop it!!” His backward movement stopped when his back hit the trunk of the tree that stood in the middle of the small clearing. He bit his tongue when his head rocked backwards and struck the trunk with a thud, and the pain in his mouth distracted him for a moment. ...

continued from part one Part 2: Punishment Ellen pulled into the driveway and parked next to Beth’s car. They’d had an interesting discussion during their shopping trip, but the latest talk was all about what condition they would find Jeff in. He’d been told to pack up or tie himself to the table, but there was also the third option that he wasn’t quick enough getting out of his bindings and was still laying on the bed in pain. Although Ellen still wasn’t sold on the idea of bondage play, she was beginning to enjoy the possibilities of this day as she thought about paying Jeff back for doing self bondage after she’d told him to stop. The women grabbed their bags from shopping and Beth picked up the special bag she’d put together during a quick stop at her house, then they went up to the front door and Ellen let them in. ...

This story is the second in this series and follows “Distress Call”. It was Friday afternoon and Jeff was feeling horny. It had been over 4 weeks since the first time he’d phoned Liz to help him get out of a selfbondage mistake and since that first time there had been 3 additional times he’d phoned her, all at her instigation. Jeff had continued researching and had gathered a few more bondage items and wanted to put them to use. Liz hadn’t invited, or directed, him to phone her, but he planned to use this as an anniversary of sorts. A month since the first call and 4 weeks since that first Friday night when she had directed him to position himself on the coffee table. That would be his theme again tonight. ...

Part 1: Caught Jeff was aimlessly rearranging the tools in his basement workshop on a cold and cloudy Saturday afternoon. His mind started out on a project for some shelves in the master bedroom closet, but they soon wandered off to bondage. He thought of how he could hide restraint points in the shelves so he could play there on those rare opportunities he had to indulge his love of being held snuggly in place. He’d hoped to have more time, now that the kids were off to college or living in their own apartments, but it seemed like he was having more trouble than ever getting time free from his wife. Maybe it was just that he’d hoped so much for having time that every time he was denied that freedom it was magnified. He idly kicked the locked bottom drawer of his tool box, thinking of the ropes and straps it held, and the key to another locked box that held toys, gags, and cuffs. ...

Jeff got home from work on Tuesday evening, opened the apartment door, walked in and dropped his shopping bag on the couch. It held 100 feet of rope and he was already excited just thinking about the possibilities of the evening. He fixed some dinner and cleaned up, then set about getting things ready. A girl he’d dated about a year ago had laughed and offered to tie his arms to the bed. He’d complied and later half wished his hands had been free to roam across her body while he half wished she’d done more to tease him. That relationship had ended with a peaceful breakup and he’d started searching the internet. That was where he learned about self bondage, and since he’d gone a while without a girlfriend he decided to try a few things. Up to this point, everything had been done with items of clothes or belts. Tonight would be his first solo run with rope and he had a hogtie planned. ...

This was bad. Really bad. And the worst part was knowing it was my own fault. Have a backup release, went the advice. Be careful. But no, I had to do it all wrong. No backup release. In a public place, or at least not a controlled location. I liked trees, and being tied to them. And being naked. Yeah, I got all that, and better get used to it. ...

Home Alone – A Weekend of Self-Bondage Play I recently had that rare opportunity to indulge in satisfying several of my ideas. I live with my wife and young adult son, so I don’t have as many chances to indulge myself as I’d like. My wife doesn’t approve of my play, and it isn’t the kind of thing most people share with their children, no matter how old they are. To my amazement, events came together so that both would be out of town from Friday until Sunday. I was scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings, but figured there would still be time to have some fun. ...

Part 7 - Sunday Morning We seemed to be wandering up and down hills for hours, but it could have been only fifteen minutes. I was completely lost from circling around, but it seemed one of the women knew where she was going. I kept expecting to run into Tom and his girls, but somehow we never crossed paths even though we covered a lot of ground. It wasn’t easy walking in the three inch heels, but I had other problems on my mind. Sometimes the path would narrow and we had to go single file. I tried to focus on the task of walking, which wasn’t too hard when I went ahead of Barb. When she went first, though, I kept catching sight of her sweet, full ass cheeks swishing in her panties and the result was a hard on that would get caught in the pantyhose. By now, I was pretty sore from all the erections and stroking and cumming, so it wasn’t as pleasant as it would seem for me to get excited. ...

Part 8 - Sunday Morning By the time we got back to my motel room, I had my plan. First, I had all three women strip from the waist down and kneel in front of the sofa. Starting with Fran, I tie a loop of rope around her left ankle, let out about a foot of slack, then tie her right ankle. Measuring off another foot of rope, I tied Julie’s left ankle, then some slack, and her right ankle. I repeated to process with Barb so all three women were tied together at the ankles. ...

Part 5 - Saturday Evening I had to say, it was not a pretty sight. At least I would have said it, if not for the gag in my mouth. Black hose led up from the black open-toed shoes, interrupted by horizontal lines of white rope at the ankles and above and below the knees, all neatly cinched. The black skirt was barely long enough to cover the tops of the hose, and white rope was threaded through the belt loops at the waist. More rope above and below the breasts pressed the white button-down shirt so tight that you could tell it covered a black bra even if the buttons hadn’t been open far enough to see the front clasp. A black collar with D-ring in front matched the black ball gag which stretched dark red lips. Dark brunette hair fell across the forehead, covered most of the ears, and cascaded to about the middle of the neck. It should have been quite a sight, but even the expert makeup application by Fran couldn’t hide the fact that this was a man dressed as a women. ...

Part 6 - Sunday Morning It was still dark when the women got up on Sunday. This time, I got the first shower, with Fran assisting again, then Barb and Julie showered in that order. Julie helped Fran dress me and Barb helped with the makeup. I had a bit of a knot in my stomach, sure something I wasn’t looking forward to was in store for me. Today I was dressed in a black button-down dress, held with a black cloth belt, and so short it barely covered my ass cheeks. It was opened to show my black bra, stuffed with the breast forms. Sheer pantyhose, with no panties, covered me from the waist down and I once again wore the low heels. The wig was the last detail to go on, securely stretched over my head so it wouldn’t come off. I was once again a transformed into a man dressed as a woman, my hands were tied behind my back, and we headed for the door. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 3 by Ralph Saturday Morning I didn’t sleep much. The couch was big enough, and the women had given me a blanket and pillow, but the shackle holding my ankle to the leg of the couch woke me each time I tried to roll over. The women knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere, but it made me more helpless. I was also wondering what the day ahead would hold for me. So far I’d only been retied, forced (if it was force) to satisfy three women with only my mouth, whipped, had a probe in my ass, and ridden like a bronco. I still had more toys and I’m sure at least Julie did as well. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 4 by Ralph Sbm; FFF/m; bond; toys; cons; X Saturday Afternoon My legs were getting sore from being held bent in one position for so long, my ass was sore from the invading shaft vibrating and rotating within, and my dribble gag continued to do an excellent job at what it was designed for. The women were still talking softly among themselves and I was still squatting on a sybian, highly aroused but kept short of orgasm. There was a chiming sound and I looked at the computer for what must have been the hundredth time. Another name appeared in the guest column, bringing the total to 12. I looked at my image on the screen and thought about what the guests were seeing. I was a mess, shining from a mixture of drool, sweat, and Julies juices. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 2 by Ralph [email protected] Part 2 - Friday Night I had no idea how long it had been since Fran had arrived, but I knew she was methodically driving me crazy. After she had taken a photo and called her friends, she’d gotten onto the bed next to me. Since that time, she had taken turns nibbling my earlobe, the only part of my ear still exposed due to the tape holding my blindfold, running her tongue over my lips, spread wide by the ball gag, slowly, oh so slowly, running a single finger up and down my erect cock, pinching my nipples, tugging the rope connected to my ball splitter, and other highly erotic actions. Finally I reached the point where I jerked my hips. The rope holding my balls to the rope web beneath me was already taut and jerking my hips pulled on my cock so that it leaned heavily toward my feet. The series of actions was not unnoticed by Fran. ...

Motel Room Meeting by Ralph [email protected] As is so often the case, my wife isn’t into bondage of any sort and doesn’t want me to indulge either. That leaves me having to find creative ways to find my special release when she’s not around. Maybe that’s why so many of my fantasies involve motel rooms. For example …. The first week of the 10-day conference was finally over and now I had the weekend to myself. It had taken some effort to get permission to drive to the location, even though it was a day’s drive from home. I needed to drive so I could get my bondage stuff with me. I wasn’t about to try to get it through airport security and with a free weekend coming up I really wanted to have it along. I had plans I was hoping to carry out. ...

You’d think that after all the stories I’ve read on the internet about people who misjudged their self bondage scenes I’d learn to test something before I try it. Unfortunately, once I get an idea into my head, I like to try it out. Since I try to avoid anything really dangerous, I’ve gotten away with a few mistakes without being found out. Like so many people, I started experimenting with self bondage in my teens. By the time I was halfway through college, I had a bag of rope in my apartment for any available opportunity. Shortly after I got married my wife found some bondage mags and decided to give it a try. We had about ten years of occasional bondage play, taking turns at top and bottom, but then she lost interest. She also wanted me to lose interest, but I didn’t want to. I’ve even tried finding a bondage buddy, but I would want it to be a woman and most of them don’t want to mess around with a married man. Thus, I can only bring out my toys when I’m away alone or everybody else is away. Fortunately for me, everybody was out for a 3-day weekend. I’d never frozen a key in ice before, so that was my plan. I set up in the upstairs hallway since that’s the only place I really have room right now. Since it was night, I closed all the doors. I like taking photos and didn’t want the neighbours asking difficult questions about flashes in the windows. I was disappointed that I only had about 8 feet to work in, especially since I’m over 6 feet tall, but it turned out to be a good thing. Step one was getting undressed. Then I chose a leather piece with snaps on it to slip around my sack and stretch my balls away. It’s actually a belt stay, like police use, and this one was double wide so it was almost 2 inches. Not too bad if I stayed limp, but it puts a painful pull on the balls when I get hard. I also wanted the skin stretched to make them more sensitive. Then I started looping rope around my cock and balls, keeping it tight so it wouldn’t slip off. After tying it off, I used the ends to make two loops about four inches long hanging down from my balls. I took a pair of handcuffs and locked one end to the loops. Before getting too far along, I got the ice cube from the fridge. After passing a rope through the ring at the top and tying it off, I taped the other end to the ceiling. The ice cube, with the key, was left dangling about a foot and a half above the floor. I had just enough room to crawl in order to reach it. Next step was to put on a belt. I bought some that have a double row of holes their entire length. Very versatile. I put the belt around my normally 38-inch waist and cinched it up to about 33 inches. Then I slipped on a lock so I couldn’t get it off until I was loose. I turned out that I didn’t need it. That was part of my mistake for the night. A couple of leather ankle cuffs went on and were then hooked to a spreader bar. The bar was a one-inch dowel with eyehooks on either end. It was two feet long, giving a good spread. Now it was time for the gag. I used a homemade one to make sure I had no trouble breathing no matter how hard it was to move. This gag uses a leather dog collar and a plastic practice golf ball. The golf ball has holes in it, and I used a cutter to connect two of the holes on opposite sides. That made a slot big enough to pass the collar through. Instant dribble gag. I pulled it tight and was ready to finish up. My idea had begun with the idea of tying my hands behind my back and securing them to my balls, then adding thigh straps. Everything was ready for my hands, so now I put on the thigh straps. I put them a little above mid thigh and pulled them secure so they wouldn’t be likely to slide off. It was harder than I thought it would be, since I had my ankles held two feet apart, but I finally managed to get them on. Then I took a set of leg shackles and passed them from the spreader bar to the back of my belt. As I said, I didn’t need that. The thigh straps held my legs much tighter than the shackles. Only one thing remained now to complete my bondage. I grabbed another set of handcuffs and clicked one side around my left hand. This set of cuffs had a dog choke collar attached from an earlier scene, but I left it on. After all, it would be one more piece of metal running between my butt cheeks. The cuffs hanging from the rope off my cock and balls was clipped onto the middle of the cuffs destined for my wrists. Only one hand still free. ...