Studbound on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Brothers

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Mary Ann used her passkey to enter room 915. It looked like all of the other rooms on the ninth floor - well appointed with nice dark wood. Two colourful spreads covered the two queen-sized beds that sat against the right wall under a large print of a pastoral scene. Opposite the beds sat a huge cabinet that held the thirty-six inch color television set that provided almost one hundred cable channels including some premium items like Home Box Office. This was another of the more expensive rooms that littered the eighth and ninth floors of her father’s hotel.

The Business Trips

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

He was a model husband, and his wife would have been the first to say it. He was kind to her, devoted in fact. He was an excellent father who spent time with his two boys, not spoiling them despite the fact that the family had considerable means. He saw to it that both boys knew the value of money and earned what they got.

He was fourty-two, worked out regularly, took his wife out to restaurants, and allowed her to indulge herself from time to time. They lived in a modest house (considering their wealth), with one maid and a cook. He was J. Charles Parker III, the heir to a very wealthy corporate family. Since his father’s death, he had managed the business well, and despite financial ups and downs, the firm continued to profit. At parties, he was charming. With his wife, at home and in public, he was solitious and helpful. She was Jennifer Jane Pettygrove of the upstate Pettygroves - a family wealthy in its own right. She was thirty-nine, good looking, well educated, and as devoted to him as he was to her. It was a happy marriage on all counts.

The Contract

Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

As far as Samantha Overton was concerned, the worst kind of call that came over the car radio was one the police termed “domestic disturbance.” That usually meant a husband and wife who were into an argument that had gotten out of hand - perhaps even violent. As many times as not, the two ultimately turned on the police who came to investigate - usually called by a concerned neighbor. And that was exactly the kind of call that she and her partner were answering that morning. Domestic disturbance - and in her own neighborhood. She was curious but at the same time, she was apprehensive. Every now and then an officer was shot dealing with domestic violence. Those calls were always risky.

The Birthday Gift

Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“The only thing that’s wrong,” I complained to my wife, “Is that you don’t like my thing.”

“If by ‘my thing,’ you mean bondage, you’re right,” she said with something of a sour tone. “It just doesn’t appeal to me at all. I’m sorry.”

“But all I ask is that you tie me up now and then. What harm can that do?”

“I do it sometimes,” she chided.

“But not very often, not for very long, and not with any feeling at all. You just do it, let me sit for an hour or so, untie me, and that’s it.”

The Heir

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The sudden deaths of fifty-five year old Walter and fifty-four year old Sylvia Bridgestone in a plane crash came as a shock to their friends and associates. As the founder of the law firm Bridgestone, Curtis and Wang, Walter was clearly a leading figure in the community. His wife belonged to numerous organizations – many of which conducted formidable charitable activities. The dual funeral was attended by almost two thousand people. Without a doubt the loss of the Bridgestones had impacted many. It also impacted Walter and Sylvia’s son, Jason. Recently married, Jason had attended law school, following in his father’s footsteps. On graduation and passing the bar, Jason found a place in his father’s firm, working with a few others, under the tutelage of both his father, Richard and Ronald Curtis – twins, and Chester Wang. Jason always assumed that he would take his father’s place some day in the distant future, and on his father’s unexpected death, he would move up immediately. But since the accident, the remaining members of the firm made no mention of such a possibility. To his frustration, the Curtis brothers, executors of the estate, seemed to be taking a long time to settle affairs. Jason also expected to inherit his parents’ estate - a very large home located in the center of a fifteen-acre plot in a suburb near the city. In fact, Jason had not even been allowed to visit the property until all of the legalities were finalized. Finally, Jason and his bride drove through the gates of heavily fenced estate, along the drive through a wooded area, and up to the house. As he and Judy stood at the front door, she said, “This place must hold so many memories for you.” “Not so,” he said. “My parents bought the land when I was about three years old. It took a couple of years to get everything in order and start construction. By the time it was done, the fence, everything else, I was in school and they always sent me off to boarding school. Summers I was in sports camp or something. So I was here only a few days for holidays. I’m really not all that familiar with the place.” They looked out from the porch, then opened the door, and entered. Together they walked through the place, examined each of the six bedrooms, the kitchen, formal dining room, and many bathrooms. On the back of the house, they looked out on the tennis court and the large swimming pool. There were no quarters for servants – the Bridgestones had hired in help on a daily basis, but only they lived in the place at night. The fence and woods that surrounded the house kept out intruders. Judy and Jason continued to explore the house. The master bedroom was huge with an oversized bed. They discovered that there were two large walk-in closets – his and hers. “Her clothes don’t fit me,” sighed Judy. “We’ll give away most of the clothes to a charity,” said Jason. They continued to explore. After a while, Jason called his wife – “Look here.” She joined him in his father’s closet. “There are three large chests of drawers here. One has sox and undershirts in it. But the other two are filled with jockstraps. Hundreds and hundreds of jockstraps. I’ve never seen so many, and they all seem to be different. Nicely rolled up and stored neatly. My father seems to have had a jockstrap fetish!” The young Bridgestones went on exploring their new house, finding everything in order. Except for the two odd chests filled with jocks, the rest of the house appeared just as one would expect in the home of a middle-aged couple. On the main floor were the six bedrooms. Down a flight of steps, the basement housed a large party room with wet bar, entertainment center, comfortable chairs and tables – a place to have guests on less formal occasions. On one side of the room were changing and shower facilities and a door that led out to the yard and the pool or tennis court. Jason and Judy moved in, closed out their apartment, gave away the clothes they could not use, and settled into live in their new home. At work, Jason’s position remained unchanged. When he approached either Ronald or Richard Curtis about his future in the firm, they were evasive which was frustrating at best. But life went on, and Jason waited to see what would happen. Jason and Judy had been in their new home just over six months when it happened. He arrived at the house on Friday after work and found Judy waiting for him with dinner cooking, and everything in order. She had been wonderful moving into the role of housewife, cook, and looking after him. After they ate, Judy began, “Jason, do you trust me?” “Or course,” he said with a questioning look. “Then I want you to do something that may seem odd. I want you to take off all of your clothes, and put on this jockstrap.” “You’re kidding,” he said looking at the minimal garment that she held out toward him. “I’m not kidding,” she said. “A great deal hangs on how you respond tonight. More than you might imagine.” “Very mysterious,” he said. But he went to the bedroom, stripped and put on the jock. She watched and smiled. “You look good in a jockstrap,” she said. “Should wear them more often.” “Right,” he said. “You want me to acquire a jock fetish like my father?” “Sort of,” she said. “Now, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” “You’re kidding.” “No and do it. This is important. You’ll find out, just trust me.” So Jason turned, and Judy approached him with a length of rope in her hands. “What are you doing?” Jason protested. “I’m tying you up,” she said mater-of-factly. “Hold still.” “Why are you tying me up?” He asked. “This is kinky.” “You don’t know the half of it,” she said while binding his wrists securely. “Now open your mouth.” “Why?” he said again. “Because I said so,” she said flatly. Jason complied, and was more than startled when she pulled a ball gag into his mouth securing it behind his head. He tried to protest again, but by then, it was too late. Jason turned and faced his wife, his hands bound behind his back, nude except for the jock, and now gagged. The sounds he made through the gag indicated that he was demanding to know what was going on. “This should bring back memories,” she began, making him sit on the bed while they talked. “You and your father belonged to the same fraternity at the University – right?” He nodded and grunted – yes. “Do you remember the introductory dance – when you met the girls from the sorority that was affiliated with your fraternity? Again he grunted and nodded, yes. “Weren’t you similarly bound, wearing only a jockstrap, and gagged at that dance?” A third time he grunted and nodded, yes. “It was at that dance that your mother and father met. She fell in love with him then and there – seeing him bound, gagged, jocked – really affected her. You are now wearing that same jock that he wore on that night. Now, come with me. You have a big surprise ahead of you.”

The Neighbor Kid

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I was home alone when the doorbell rang at just after nine in the morning on Saturday. Wondering who would come to our house at that hour, I pulled on a tattered pair of shorts over my jockstrap and went to investigate. Opening the door, I found the next door neighbor kid, standing there looking sheepish.

“Hi Ralph,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I come in?” he asked.

Never Lie to a Whore

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Back in 1982 there was a great movie titled “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.” It stared Burt Reynolds, Dolly Parton and Dom DeLuise. I like to think that some of the plot was based on a real tradition at the college that I attended.

In the 1960s I was a student at a small private college in the Midwestern United States. We had a football team and it competed in a regional league of similar schools. We won a fair share of the games, but never dominated the others. Nevertheless, most of us enjoyed the experience, and we had a faithful group of fans who attended our games, whether away or at home.

Tim

Sun, 23 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Tim by Studbound 1. Meeting Tim I met Tim when he walked into the dormitory room that we shared for the next two years. Freshmen at the University, we were there to check in and go through orientation. Tim came from out of state – from Minnesota where he lived on a farm some miles north of St. Paul. Average height, plain brown hair, a rather nondescript face, he had a fairly good build – probably from working on the family farm. He was a Republican, conservative, Lutheran, and had hardly ever been away from his family. Timmothy Larson was his full name, but nobody ever called him anything except Tim. Tim was likeable, quiet, and, as it turned out, a good student. He quickly established and then followed a regular daily routine, studied hard, attended all of his classes, and received good grades. In other words, he turned out to be the ideal roommate. We got along well together, and Tim more or less took me on as project, helping me establish my routine, study regularly (something I had not been doing), and he introduced me to classical music which I grew to like. Since I lived only a couple of hours away from the University, I frequently went home on weekends, but Tim had to stay, going home only at Christmas and in the spring. Our first year together was uneventful except for the noteworthy fact that my grades were the best I had ever achieved. Coincidently, both of us majored in Business Administration. Tim had two older brothers who had claimed the farm, so it was necessary for him to find something else. He decided that farming needed a better business head, and that he could help his family by going in that direction. At the end of the first year, Tim and I agreed to room together again the next year. 2. Second Year After summer vacation, both Tim and I returned to the dormitory at the University, and to our old room. We immediately fell into our routines as if there had been no hiatus. My parents were beside themselves with my improved grades, and my father had offered to keep paying my tuition and costs as long as I acted like a real student. Tim was his usual self – quiet, conservative. Once in a while we discussed this and that – even politics. Tim was convinced that Ronald Reagan had been the best President the United States ever had, and that liberals were just a lesser breed of Communist – Godless Communist in his eyes. Tim went to church regularly, dressed in his jacket and tie, carrying his Bible. He often coaxed me to go along, but I declined. I don’t have anything against religion – it’s just not my cup of tea, so to speak. During the second semester of our sophomore year, Tim met Psyche (pronounced sigh-key). He mentioned her a few times before I actually met her – said she was in a class with him and that she was in academic trouble. He had agreed to tutor her, and they met frequently to study. Tim was convinced that she was making progress, and that she was worth the time and effort. Near the end of that semester, I finally met Psyche. It was something of a start to say the least – she was a diminutive person, just over five feet tall, frail looking, and dressed from top to bottom in the Goth style. She had all black clothes, black lipstick, black nails, heavy boots, hair died black with bright tinges of red here and there. She had dark make up under her eyes that gave her a gaunt look, but she had a pleasant smile and what struck me as a rather pronounced sense of humor which was out of step with her otherwise dark continence. As long as I didn’t look at her too much, I found her fun to be around.

The Wayward Fantasy

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound The Wayward Fantasy by Studbound Part I The Incident Mary-Ellen van Braxton was frantic, pacing back and forth, talking loudly, almost shouting into her cell phone. Over and over she asked the 911 operator, “Where is he? When will he get here?” She brushed away tears, pulled at her hair, and looked out at the street scanning in both directions, waiting, hoping, despairing. Mary-Ellen was normally a stately calm lady from one of the city’s better families. Dressed impeccably, she wore only garments made by designer houses, and they fit her wonderfully showing off her amble bust and still slender waist. Mary-Ellen’s hair was always immaculate with nothing out of place, done short and in a becoming manner by a clearly over-priced middle aged man who flattered her both in what he said and how he managed her appearance. Her husband was a prominent attorney who commanded considerable respect. Her father had been a prominent businessman who made millions and left her independently wealthy. She was tall, dark hair and a figure that belied her almost forty years. Well educated, and distinguished in her own right, she was a political activist and noted philanthropist. But on this particular day, she was distraught, panicked and quite inconsolable, although a number of employees of the nearby supermarket were trying to help with encouragement and assurances that all would be well. Finally, the black and white police car pulled into the lot, slowly as if the driver had all the time in the world. The young policeman gathered up his pad, and methodically moved out of the car while the flustered Mary-Ellen ran unsteadily in his direction. “What took you so long?” She demanded. “Find my car. Find it immediately.” “Now, calm down lady,” the young man said. He was Officer Tom Pendelton, blond, handsome, chiselled chin, wearing a neatly tailored uniform that might have been just a bit too snug, but which showed off his butt to good advantage. “Don’t tell me to be calm, “Mary-Ellen all but screamed. “Start looking for my car. Now!!! Why are you wasting time?” “Lady, I need to get some information. Stolen cars always turn up in a day or two. Calm down.” “You don’t understand. You don’t understand. We can’t wait a day or two. This is an emergency.” “Sure, Sure,” said the young cop. “Everyone thinks it’s an emergency when their car is stolen. Now tell me your name.” Slowly, Officer Pendelton got Mary-Ellen to give him her full name, and a description of her stolen car. “So you had a dark green Toyota Sequoia - wow, that’s big car. A super SUV!!” observed Pendelton. “Yes, it’s big so it should be easy to find. So get started. Find my car. I saw them drive it away – and they sped off the lot and turned left. So get going. Find it at once!” “Lady, there’s no way I can just go out and find your car. I’ll call in this information and it will be passed on to all the officers on duty. They will all look for your car. Now you just relax. It will probably take a day or two. They always turn up in some condition - usually vandalized.” “No! No!” Mary Ellen screamed. “You don’t understand. Oh, this is awful. This is so embarrassing.” “Lady, take it easy. I guess don’t understand.” Mary-Ellen took the officer by the arm and moved him away from the few spectators who were watching the little drama.

The Marriage Secret

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

The Marriage Secret by Studbound The Marriage Secret By Studbound Park Hill was a fashionable upscale neighbourhood where many employees of the Star Software Company lived. Star was a large company that maintained a work force of over ten thousand - many developing software. The company was known for its innovations and creativity. Park Hill was known for its expensive houses with three-car garages, well washed children, and herds of Sports Utility Vehicles. Many in the community hired crews of blue-collar workers (who lived elsewhere) to tend their lawns and gardens or do the housework. A few families even had a full-time cook and housekeeper. It was that kind of place. The company encouraged employees to live in Park Hill, and offered perks to make life there more enjoyable - day care, a large community athletic center, and so on. The only dark note in the otherwise happy community was the rather high divorce rate. It seemed that creative thinkers with advanced college degrees had an unusually difficult time keeping their marriages together. Almost everyone in the entire suburb (which was gated with a guard posted around the clock at the entrance) had seen one divorce and many were on their third marriage. The officials in the local school district often complained that almost none of the children lived with both of their natural parents. An exception was Mary-Sue Baxter and her husband, Joel. For whatever reason, the stylish Mary-Sue, known for her fashionable clothes and lavish catered parties, had stayed married to Joel for longer than anyone could remember. Joel was known to be almost fifty years old, but nobody knew Mary-Sue’s age except that she was almost certainly a little younger than her husband. The couple worked out religiously at the athletic center, and Joel, unlike many of his fellow workers, had maintained a flat stomach and a muscular physique. His daily swims in his abbreviated Speedo frequently drew the attention of other women in the community. As for Mary-Sue - well, no matter where she went, heads turned. For a woman most certainly in her forties, Mary-Sue was a “looker” - and a fair number of men around had flattered her by hitting on her although she was known to have rejected all advances. “I love my husband,” she curtly told one lothario. “So watch it!” And so it was noted in the community that the Baxter’s were about to celebrate their silver wedding anniversary. Twenty-five years of wedded bliss, and nobody knew how such an outstanding accomplishment had been executed. Certainly nobody who knew the Baxter’s had stayed with his or her spouse nearly as long. And the women who knew Mary-Sue had, for some years, been asking her what the secret was that kept her and Joel together for so long. What did the Baxter’s know that eluded all of their acquaintances? Mary-Sue would just smile and say that there was a secret indeed, but that she was not ready to share it. The enigma of the Baxter’s haunted the entire community and some made it almost a spectator sport to find out what they did that set them so dramatically apart from their peers. Finally, pressured by so many around her, Mary-Sue said that she and her husband would have an open house to celebrate their twenty-fifty anniversary. Everyone would be invited, and she would share the secret of their wedded success with all who attended. No children would be allowed at the party. Speculation ran rampant through the community with wagering that Joel had found some sex secret that satisfied his wife over and over. Some thought the answer was religion, although nobody had ever seen them in church. It had to be something spiritual that held them together - possibly some event in the past. The Baxter’s had one child - a boy, but he was grown and gone. Maybe they had lost a child - maybe they had some common background or experience that had formed a tight bond between them. The invitations went out - hundreds of them - involving all of the friends and acquaintances both in the neighbourhood and on the job - with the strict proviso in bold type that NO CHILDREN ATTEND. That, of course, only heightened the anticipation. When Saturday, June 10th, rolled around, people throughout Park Hill, and beyond, gravitated toward the Baxter house to congratulate the happy couple, and hopefully to discover their secret. Mary-Sue was gracious greeting couples and guests as they arrived, and inviting them into her house. The tables were laid with a large cake and other hors d’oeuvres - expensive caviar. Expensive wine and champagne flowed for all who were thirsty. Mary-Sue circulated among the guests, but Joel was notable by his absence. The conversations were pleasant, soft music played in the background and everyone seemed to be having a good time - but there was an air of anticipation. When would Mary-Sue and Joel reveal the secret - and where was Joel? After about an hour, when the house and garden behind were both full of guests, Mary-Sue asked for attention. It was quiet - hushed as everyone watched. “All of you have wondered how Joel and I have maintained our marriage for a quarter of a century. We love each other, of course, but there is a secret.” Mary-Sue walked over to the entrance to a side hallway, which had been blocked off with an embroidered tapestry. Pulling a cord, Mary-Sue rolled up the tapestry. Sitting on a sturdy chair, facing out from the hall toward the guests was Joel. There were gasps. People stood rather startled. Mary-Sue watched and smiled. Joel was nude except for the following: a straitjacket, a large black leather gag, a black lycra thong, three leg binders, and finally a few leather belts that held him fast to the chair. Joel looked out over his gag at the guests. And they starred back - some in disbelief, others eventually smiling – and still others eager to get closer for a better look. With the gag covering much of his face, it was hard to tell what Joel was thinking, but the looks on the faces of his observers exposed clearly the range of emotions and thoughts that circulated around the room. “An explanation is probably in order,” said Mary-Sue after a few moments, as people began to recover from the initial start of seeing the bound and gagged Joel. “Early on in our marriage we had problems. We had played with a little bondage even when we were courting, and we found that Joel liked it when I tied him up but we didn’t really enjoy the reverse. Further, it irritated me when he would sit in front of the television set flicking from channel to channel.” (This statement was greeted with murmurs of agreement from the women throughout the room). “There are times when I liked to talk to Joel and share my ideas and the events of my day with him, but he would stop me, or not listen.” (More women seemed to agree that that was something they understood). “So one night I tied him up, and we sat in front of the television set and we watched what I wanted to watch. And the set stayed on one channel the entire evening. Joel never complained. The secret there is to get a good gag.” There was laughter around the room. “Well,” continued Mary-Sue, “We bought some equipment. A better gag, a straitjacket, and so on. We have a sleep sack that Joel uses some nights. Whenever there was something on that I wanted to see, he was bound and gagged. He got used to sleeping tied up. Sometimes I tie him up on Friday after dinner and he’s that way until just before he leaves for work on Monday.” “Mary-Sue,” interrupted a man standing near the back of the room, “Do you mean that all those times I called and asked to talk to Joel and you told me that he was tied up and couldn’t talk, he really was tied up and gagged?” “That’s right, Dan,” smiled Mary-Sue. “And usually when I had women in for coffee or desert, Joel was tied up in the closet in our bedroom. That’s why he never bothered us - he stayed out of the way, so to speak. And it worked out just fine. He enjoyed the bondage, and I enjoyed being in charge. And that’s how we’ve done it for twenty-five years. It was has been as simple as that. Now, I’m circulating our album showing Joel bound in a number of different ways. Pass it around and enjoy the party.” The album went from couple to couple, each thumbing through over one hundred pictures - all of Joel in various bondage positions. The Baxter revelation certainly set tongues wagging at the party and for a long time afterwards. Through the rest of the party, guests circulated around the room, many stopping by to checkout Joel’s bondage, everyone eager for their turn at the photo album. The restrained husband looked at them and nodded to respond to their comments, affirming that he was happy with his situation, and that he indeed did enjoy the restrictions that Mary-Sue so frequently imposed on him. He was a happy man. There was no question about it. And being in charge, Mary-Sue was delighted. She was the master of her house, so to speak. Of course, everyone talked about it for weeks after the party.

Call-In Sex

Fri, 15 Aug 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Janice: This is the ‘Sex Advice Show’ and tonight we are going to feature sex toys, medical advice, and of course we will be answering your calls and helping with your questions and problems. Remember, we are going to be talking about sex, so this program is probably not appropriate for younger children. Now, on to our first caller. Hello, we have Sara from Chicago on the line. Sara: Hello Janice. I love watching your program. Janice: Thank you. Do you have a question? Sara: Yes I do My question is about using ice. Janice: What do you mean? Sara: Well, when you have a man tied up, is it safe to cover his cock and balls with ice? Janice: Do you like to tie up men? Sara: Oh yes, all the time. It’s really fun watching them squirm and having sex with them. Janice: Are you married? Sara: Oh no. I have an apartment where I live alone. Janice: Well, what men do you tie up? Sara: Oh, I go to a number of singles bars around town. Usually a man will eventually hit on me as I’m fairly good looking, and I know how to dress to attract a man. Well, if I find one I like, I slip him a Roofie. Janice: A Roofie - you mean you give him Rohypnol? Sara: If that’s what it’s called. It makes the man really mellow and quiet, and I can lead him to my car and drive him home. When we get there, I have him strip, and then I tie him up really good, and then he’s my sex toy for as long as I want. It’s really a lot of fun. Janice: How long do you keep these men? Sara: Oh, maybe over night, sometimes longer. I kept one for four days once. Janice: And there was no complaint - they didn’t claim you kidnapped them or raped them? Sara: Oh, Janice, don’t be silly. Men love sex. They never complain. Besides, what man would admit that a little woman made a sex slave out of him. Janice: And now you want to use ice in some way on one of your sex slaves? Sara: Yes. I found this guy last night, and I got him here, and now he’s tied up. Janice: He’s right there now, all tied up? Sara: Yes, sure. Janice: Oh my - then he’s been tied for - let me see, almost ten or eleven hours. Sara: Something like that. But he isn’t really complaining. Janice: Well, I hope he isn’t being hurt. I hope you don’t tie him too tight. Sara: Oh no, I make sure that I don’t cut off the circulation anywhere. Like this time - I put his hands behind his back with the palm of each hand right at the elbow of the other arm. Then I wrapped his hands and arms with duct tape so it looks like there’s a silver bar behind his back. Then I taped his legs all up and down. Then I took a little rope and pulled his legs up to his taped arms and tied his legs there. Janice: You mean like a hog-tie? Sara: Yes, a hog-tie - so he can hardly move his legs. Next I put this squishy rubber ball into his mouth, and then I wrapped all of his head below his nose with more duct tape. Janice: Oh my, Sara, that’s really strict. Are you sure he doesn’t mind that at all. I seem to hear something in the background. Sara: Oh, that’s him. He’s trying to pretend like he’s in trouble and wants to be untied. It’s part of the game I guess he’s playing. Janice: Well Sara, how long will you keep him this way? Sara: Well, it’s Friday, and I tied him up last night. I’ll probably untie him Monday morning. Janice: Sara, I think that you are keeping him tied up far too long. Sara: Oh no, I’ve kept others longer than that. Janice; Sara, I still hear those sounds, and they worry me. Are you sure he’s happy? Sara: Oh yes, he’s having a good time. Sometimes, Janice, he’s pretending that he doesn’t want to be tied up up at all. But then like this morning, I put another roofie into his food, and he gets all sleepy and tired, and then I just re-gag him, and we’re off for another fun adventure. By the time he wakes up, there’s nothing he can do but have a great time. Janice: Sara, how old is this man? Sara: Well, he said he was twenty-one and he was in the tavern, but he looks kind of young. Janice: Sara, ask him if he’s really twenty-one. Sara: You, are you really twenty-one. … He’s shaking his head - no. Are you older? … He’s shaking his head - no. … Are you twenty? … Well, how about that, he’s shaking his head - no. … Are you eighteen? … Well that’s a surprise - he’s shaking his head - yes. Janice: Sara, you are really looking for trouble kidnapping a man, even if he is sort of legal – and raping hiim. I really hear him in the background, Sara. I think you should untie him and let me talk to him. Sara: No, I can’t do that, Janice. It would spoil everything. Anyway, we have a question. Janice: Okay, but I’m concerned about what you are doing. I think you’re in potentially in a lot of legal trouble. What’s your question. Sara: I do the same thing all the time. I tie men up and play with them, and we have sex, and eventually I have to untie them and wait for the next time. So I was wondering - would it hurt him if I packed his little black thong with ice? Janice: Now Sara, I can clearly hear this boy protesting in the background. I don’t think he wants you to use ice on him. Am I right. Sara: Well, I’ve never done it before and I don’t know and he doesn’t know how much fun it might be. He’s been protesting ever since the roofie wore off. But I can tell from his big hard on that he had for a long time that he’s loving it. Anyway, will the ice hurt him. Janice: You need to be very careful - do not leave ice directly next to his skin for more than just a very few minutes. Rub it gently on his body, and on his penis, but don’t leave it there. You can really hurt him badly - like frostbite. Sara: I’ll take it out right now, then. Janice: You mean you’ve already put ice on him. Sara: Well, just a few pieces that I put into his little jock pouch. He really liked it - I could tell the way he was jumping around and bucking and trying to get it out - but I put it in and added some tape so it would stay there. And his hard on went right away too and his prick got really little. But the ice has only been there for a few hours. I’ll take it out now. It’s almost all melted now anyway. Janice: Sara, I think you’re doing too much to this boy I think you should untie him now and see to it that he’s not hurt. You may need to take him to a doctor. Sara: No, he’s fine. I think he’s just playing our game. Anyway, thanks for the advice Janice. I just love your program. Janice: Sara - do untie the boy, please. He’s a really young. You could get into a lot of trouble. Sara? Sara, are you there? Well Sara, if you’re still listening, I think you should release the boy I think you should do it immediately. Now, on to the next caller.

Curiosity

Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 The Initiation

Walker Potsakoff (who his friends called Pots) lived in a quiet neighborhood with his wife, Carol. Their daughter recently married had moved away with her new husband leaving Pots and Carol alone in their now quiet house. Pots taught algebra to high school students, and looked forward to retirement in twelve to fifteen years. His life was quiet and peaceful. Carol worked at a local department store as a clerk and also enjoyed her job. In general, the Potsakoff family had settled into a pleasant routine that they assumed would continue unaltered for years.

Journey of Discovery 10 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Ten

The next morning, Lillian untied Howard - briefly. After finishing breakfast, Lillian decided it was time to get back to the game. The momentarily pleasure of teasing her sub’s penis had led her to enter the road toward arousal. Without telling Howard what was going to happen, she placed her dishes in the sink and went upstairs to retrieve the hood. Searching through her box of items she also brought along the ball gag.

Doing Penance with Pastor Dan

Sun, 22 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

My girl, Amy-Bell (she is eighteen) and I (I am nineteen) have been going together or a long time now, and we plan to be married as soon as I get me a job that can earn enough money. My Pa says I need a few thousand dollars in the bank and a car and maybe a house before I should get married, and Amy-Bell’s father says the same thing, so we’re waiting, and I’m looking for a job and I hope to find a better one soon but they are hard to find now-a-days.

The Professor

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Professor by Studbound The Professor By Studbound Sarah had been raised by her mother, who was a well-known dominatrix. Sarah’s mother had been abandoned by her husband soon after Sarah was born. Mistress Domina, as she was known, proved that there was a market for domination among the professional men of the university community. In time she had accumulated a regular clientele of over fifty men with another fifty or more coming occasionally. These were all doctor, lawyers, teacher types who needed a session being spanked, whipped, tied up, or otherwise tormented and tortured – usually men whose wives didn’t quite understand their husbands’ kinky needs.

The Verdict

Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Sylvia Gronovski had worked her way through law school, been a successful lawyer, and had finally become a judge. People valued her straightforward manner – her non-nonsense way of dealing with things, and her common sense. She sat the bench for just over twenty-two years and then she went into semi-retirement. Rather than see jury trials, Sylvia, now in her late fifties, moved into the field of arbitration, hearing cases and acting as a referee, hoping for a settlement with the goal of avoiding court time and clearing badly crowded docks. She felt this was a satisfactory to finish her career and leave the practice of law gracefully. Kindly and grandmotherly looking, Sylvia had a soft demeanor, a quiet spoken way that soothed angry litigants and helped resolve complicated matters. Almost never did anyone contest her final decisions and her services were eagerly sought after by people who had heard that using arbitration could yield a happy resolution and save money at the same time. Widowed for ten years, Sylvia was relatively happy with her life, but still, there was something missing.

My Best Birthday

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Despite the tradition, I was determined to join the fraternity. It was an old fraternity with great prestige and my brothers had been members, so I wanted to follow in their footsteps – even though it meant acquiescing to the tradition. Everyone knew about the tradition – it dated back so far that even the fathers of current members who themselves had been members couldn’t remember when or why it started. It wasn’t hazing by any means, and the college administrators, who must have known about it – a couple of them had been members of the fraternity, simply ignored it as something which that particular fraternity did that was harmless fun and a long standing observance not to be quickly challenged.

The Nerd

Thu, 05 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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In my junior year at the University, I lived in the dormitory and I had a roommate who was the archtypical nerd. Quang Nguyen, who went by Jimmy, was a senior in chemical engineering. He came from a wealthy family, drove a Lexus, and seemed to have anything he wanted. I always wondered why he lived in the dorms when he could easily afford a better place – a whole house if he wanted it. But Jimmy was an odd bird, and he explained once that his father insisted that he live in the dormitory so that he would be around other people. The old man apparently knew that the kid was socially awkward and wanted him to get used to dealing with others.

This is Your Life

Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

This is Your Life by Studbound This is Your Life By Studbound Paramiz Arkadian, who everyone knew simply as Pat, was a happily married man, forty-five years old, who lived in the Dallas area. Tall at over six feet, but muscular and dark, he weighed about two hundred pounds, had black piercing eyes, and a warm smile that immediately marked him as friendly and sociable. For a living, he operated a resort in a secluded area south of the city – one that had been generally very profitable. He had a wife, had been married for over twenty years, and together they had three sons ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen. His wife was a charming woman one year his junior. Her bright blue eyes and delightful disposition made her popular and together the Arkadians were socially active around the city.

The Prisoner

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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Once when I was twenty-one I was attending the university and still living with my parents who decided to move. The new house was in an established neighborhood, and as it happened, two young women lived next door, also with their parents. Mary was nineteen and her sister, Judy, was seventeen. About two months after we moved in, during the summer, my parents were off on vacation, and so were the parents of the girls next door. They invited me over to spend the evening watching television.

The Twins

Tue, 20 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Twins by Studbound The Twins

Jim came home from the university at the usual time, but something was wrong. His twin brother, Tim, who always got home a bit earlier, wasn’t around. Tim always shot baskets or watched television, or sat in the kitchen eating something out of the refrigerator. But there was no sign of Tim. Jim was concerned.

Jim walked around the house, looking for his brother. The twins were close, all the time generally knowing what the other was doing. It was unlike Tim to go off somewhere and not tell Jim. At twenty, the Stalder twins were almost inseparable. They were a holy terror, driving their divorced mother and older sister to distraction with their antics, always into trouble, wrecking the car or annoying the neighbors. Good looking young men they were muscular, attractive, personable and always with a girl hanging around. And they were always having difficulty with the law or the people who lived around them. They were renegades.

The Sure Winner

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Sure Winner by Studbound

“I know I can win this time.”

“And what makes you think so? You’ve said that over and over, contest after contest, and you’ve never won anything in your life!”

“Yes, yes, but I know I’ll win this time. It’s a sure thing. I’ve got it all figured out.”

“Okay, so what’s the contest that you’re sure to win? Not the lottery I hope.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. This is a picture contest. You send in your picture, and the winner gets a two-week vacation for two in Hawaii.”

We Dare You

Mon, 05 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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Tod and Louise had been married about two years. Tod, was a physical education instructor and Louise, a yoga instructor. Both prided themselves on their health, looks, and abilities. They shared many interests, and were deeply in love although Louise sometimes resented Tod’s take-charge attitude about things. One thing they both did faithfully was watch the new television sensation – a program titled “We Dare You.” Finally, after months of trying, they managed to secure two tickets to watch a taping of that very popular game show. All of their friends were envious because among almost anyone in the country between the ages of twelve and thirty-five, getting into see “We Dare You” was something worth working for. Couples had to submit requests with pictures, and those granted tickets were selected in a drawing held every two months. Tod and Louise loved the program, never missed it, and submitted requests at every opportunity.

Dear Abby

Mon, 08 Jul 2002 00:00:00 +0000

January 18 Dear Abby

My wife has agreed to abide by your advice on a disagreement we’ve been having for a few days. Our son and his wife married about eighteen months ago and they live in an apartment not too far from here. We see them often and up until about two weeks ago, had a close relationship.

That unhappy night my wife and I were driving home at about 11 PM. My wife suggested that we drop by and say hello to Tom and Janice (our son and daughter-in-law). I thought it was too late, but she insisted, so we parked and went in. My wife didn’t stop to knock or anything; she just opened the door and walked into the apartment. There we saw Tom laying on the davenport with his head in Janice’s lap. Tom was nude and he was tied up and gagged. Janice was playing with him in a most intimate way and he was clearly enjoying it very much.

Sam's Diary

Sun, 16 Jun 2002 00:00:00 +0000

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Chapter 29 February 4, 2001

To My Diary

At school during January things went well, and I concentrated on my classes. I did meet a couple of new girls who I had seen around, but really didn’t know that well. One of them is really good looking, and I get hot whenever I see her, which is uncomfortable with that damned chastity thing locked on me. We’ve talked, and secretly I took her out one evening.

House Guest

Tue, 14 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

House Guest by Studbound

He was twenty-four, college graduate, newly hired high school mathematics teacher just finishing his first year on the job. An athlete in college, now a football coach in the fall, track coach in the spring, he led an active life, was reasonably good looking, and quite fit. The girls in his classes adored him, and he loved the attention. He had been married for not quite two years.

Perfect Class

Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

The Perfect Class by Studbound

He stood in front of the class and looked at them and was frankly revolted by what he saw. Nine students, eight boys and one girl. It was the last class of the day - the one he most dreaded. Small by any standard, there were only thirteen if all of them came, but that almost never happened. Attendance was unspeakably bad. Discipline was almost impossible to maintain. The students showed no interest at all in the mysteries of American History

Naughty Boy

Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Naughty Boy by Studbound

Carter Phelps finished dictating the last of eight letters while his secretary sat and listened. Moving the small recording device from in front of his mouth, he looked over at her and asked if she had any questions. She indicated that she had none.

“Can you have those typed and ready to mail by Noon?” he asked.

“No problem,” she smiled. Slowly she stood, and walked over to his chair. Standing behind him, she took the recorder from his hand and placed it on the desk. Then she slowly caressed his neck, reaching around to his face, then fondling his right ear. “You’ve been naughty,” she whispered.

Corporate Greed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jammison Peters was a mild-mannered man of average height, forty-five years old, muscular build who kept in shape and held an executive position with the Pembroke Corporation. Pembroke was one of the principal suppliers of heavy machine parts in North America and Europe with hopes of expanding more into Asia. A multi-billion dollar enterprise, it was successful because, as the CEO put it, “…parts wear out, and we replace them!” Jammison Peters oversaw a division that dealt with public relations, advertising, and he also put out the company’s weekly newsletter - “The Pembroke Voice.”

Fraternity Tradition

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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I must admit, I enjoyed my four years at the university. Much of that had to do with the fraternity where I lived. I arrived there shortly after I started as a freshman, went through pledge week (and all the torture that involved), and then settled in finally graduating and sad to leave.

Most universities, and especially fraternal organizations, have many traditions. Ours certainly did. Pledge week, for example, involved having the new members do things like eat various odd things, run naked across campus one night, go on obscure hunts for odd objects like women’s underwear, and so on. We each spent one night naked, tied and gagged in our beds. It was fun, and in turn when we moved on, we did the same to the new pledges the next year. Of course, we completely ignored the university’s code that outlawed hazing. It was all in good fun, and there was some care taken to see that nobody got hurt - not too badly anyway.

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Chapter Three

He was just buckling the belt on his suit trousers when she walked into the bedroom. “Good morning, Lillian, what’s on your agenda for the day?”

“I have to take Wally and Paula to school – then I am pretty much free. Are you going to have a busy day?'

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Chapter Four

It was beginning to dawn on her that her husband had given her the most precious gift he could – himself. Not only that, full control over his body. Still, she wanted to begin to receive her own gratification. She thought about some of the images she had been watching over the computer and most seemed too severe. She continued to study, and she tied him to the bed again the next weekend. The spread-eagle position was satisfactory, but she now wanted to try other things.

Journey of Discovery 5 by Victoria Mystere - Edited

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Chapter Five

After dropping the kids off for the start of the last week of school, Lillian returned to the computer room to continue studying. This time she decided, rather than look at the pictures, she would try to learn a little more about the ways of the world she had newly discovered. In the course of her study she learned that what her husband enjoyed was not only bondage, it had an element of domination and submission. Typing these words into the computer unleashed another torrent of information. She tried to sort through them as best she could.

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Chapter Six

Friday had been tiring and Howard was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. He knew something was different when he walked into the house – it was deathly quiet. Shedding his suit coat, he placed it over one of the kitchen chairs when he saw the note.

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Chapter Seven

Sunlight creeping through the window finally found his eyelids and in a show of power managed to shine through the thin membranes and force his eyes open. A glance out of the window showed him blue skies and bright sun. The first part of June in the northern part of the country is always open to question. While the skies might be blue and the sun high – the temperature might be anywhere from the low forties to the mid seventies. It simply was not possible to tell by looking out of the window.

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Chapter Eight

After Lillian and Barb arrived home she found she still had several hours before the children would return. She made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table and started going through the material that Sarah had placed into the plain envelope. Some of it was interesting and some of it was very new and different. She examined the checklist for dominant/submissive play. After reading through it once she realized that there were many things contained that had little interest for her. She decided that she had better edit the thing before asking Howard the questions.

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Chapter Nine

Morning came the way most mornings do – quietly. If the evening had been exciting and tense – the morning was the opposite. Nothing was stirring and there was little reason to do so. The breeze through the open window was soft and barely moved the curtains. Lillian opened her eyes, stretched luxuriously, and looked at her tightly bound and gagged husband and smiled. With the children gone she still had the rest of the day to test the limits of his submissiveness.

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Chapter One

A tiny bead of perspiration traced a path on the man’s hair and in spite of the difficulty, managed to move to his skin. Moving slowly down, it meandered aimlessly through the crevices of flesh formed by the constricting leather punishment hood and collar and further down the bound man’s body.

Glistening in the light from the candles it reflected their glow and became transformed from a clear bit of nothing into a shimmering jewel of passion moving slowly down the man’s back. The silence of the room was pervasive – nothing moved and nothing made noise. In the silence she imagined she could hear the tiny bead of sweat moving. With an easy reaching motion she placed her thin leather-gloved finger onto his back and traced the line the bead had made until finally intercepting and capturing the precious moisture. The woman drew her finger from his body and examined the tiny bead of gold. She thoughtfully placed her finger into her mouth and tasted the man’s passion.

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Chapter Two

Earlier that year:

“Honey, you coming to bed?”

The simple words echoed in the room and hearing no response, she repeated them. Still the house remained silent. With a look of consternation Lillian Donovan rose from crisp white sheets on the bed and carefully smoothed the place where her thin body had made an indentation. She sighed and wandered into the hall. Glancing quickly down the stairwell, she could see that all was as it should be – dark and peaceful.

Limerick

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Limerick by Studbound

A fantasy can’t be denied She agreed and she happily complied And when she was done He was having great fun As he spent all day gagged and hog-tied

From the time he was still very young He thought bondage looked like great fun Tho he schemed and he tried To get himself tied He failed to get the job done

In a movie or on the TV If he saw someone tied completely It made his heart race Brought a smile to his face And he thought, “How I wish it was me.”

Persons of Principle

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

story Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2001, 2002. All rights reserved. Persons of Principle by Zack Copyright© 2002 by Zack. All rights reserved. It was noontime on the State University campus, and in the quad demonstrators were marching. Today it was the turn of the Womyn’s Pacifist Conference. The WPC had a card table set up to hold literature, and maybe a dozen women were parading with signs that said such things as “Might is Never Right”, “Stop the Bombing”, and “Negotiate, Don’t Militate”. A middle-aged campus cop placidly watched, but most of the students ignored the whole thing.

Sam's Diary 1&2

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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Chapter 1 Wednesday April 25th 2000

My aunt has encouraged me to keep a diary of my adventures, so I am starting. She will help me with details so that I will have a complete record of the things that happen to me, and so will Derek who is my aunt’s partner, but this is mostly about what my aunt did to me last night.

Sam's Diary 12,13&14

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Chapter 12 July 6, 2000

To My Diary

As things turned out, my parents had to go out of town on business and they decided to extend it into a summer vacation. They suggested that I might want to return to my aunt and Derek’s rather than staying home alone in an empty house. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance as I thought it might bring another opportunity for a tie-up with my aunt - since my mother was still angry about our last episode and had forbidden my father from tieing me up at all lately. ..Besides, I missed my friends, and my girlfriend, Julie Peterson, most of all. I had dated a few girls around home, but Julie is still my favorite.

Sam's Diary 15&16

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Chapter 15 September 28, 2000

To My Diary,

I’ve been busy with my graduate classes, and spending some time with Julie, my girlfriend, so again I haven’t been tied up for a while. On Saturday afternoon, about 4:30, Derek told me to put on my red speedo, and meet him in the den. This surprised me as I knew my parents were coming to visit and my aunt and Derek were going out to a movie and late dinner, so if Derek was going to tie me up, it could only be for a little while.

Sam's Diary 17,18&19

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Chapter 17 October 15, 2000

To My Diary,

Every fall my dad comes over to my Aunt’s and he and Derek go deer hunting and they spend a weekend out in the woods. I have never gone along as hunting didn’t really interest me, and besides, they have never invited me. Dad has said that I could go sometime when I was old enough.

Sam's Diary 20&21

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Chapter 20 November 28, 2000

To My Diary,

Since my aunt and Derek started tying me up, I’ve really discovered how much I enjoy bondage. I’ve also discovered that the biggest thrill is when I’m tied and don’t want to be, and can’t get free. That happened back at the end of the school year when I graduated and my aunt and Derek kept me away from drinking parties. It happened to me again a couple of days ago.

Sam's Diary 22&23

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Chapter 22 January 10 , 2001

_On my second day with the Petersons, Julie woke me up early in the morning

it was only six-thirty and I was still bound and gagged. She released me, leaving me in my jockstrap, and told me to go to the bathroom, take a shower and get ready and do it quickly. I brushed my teeth, showered, and back in my jock, returned to the bedroom. Julie took me into the kitchen where Mr. Peterson, also in a jockstrap, was fixing breakfast while Mrs. Peterson sat at the table._

“Help Dad fix breakfast,” Julie ordered.

Sam's Diary 24&25

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Chapter 24 January 10 , 2001

To My Diary

My sixth day began with all of us eating breakfast together, un-bound and no gag.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you,” said Mrs. Peterson. “It must have been an ordeal.”

“I’m surprised,” I said, “But it wasn’t so bad, I lied. I almost enjoyed it - I really lied. I discovered that if you sit perfectly still you don’t realize that you’re tied up. Only when you squirm or try to move or talk are you aware of how you are bound and gagged.”

Sam's Diary 26,27&28

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Chapter 26 January 10 , 2001

To My Diary

Day eight was New Year’s Eve Day. We were up early, and had breakfast, untied as usual and today naked. Julie watched me and her father fix their meals and wait on them at the table.

“Both of you need to get into your jocks, gags, and slave chains and walk down to the lodge. You’ll be put to work decorating for the dance tonight,” said Mrs. Peterson. “And when you come back this afternoon, be sure you bring a bag with your formal clothes. The dance is a formal event.”

Sam's Diary 3&4

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Sam’s Diary by Studbound Chapter 3 Tuesday, May 6, 2000

To my Diary

I’ve written before abut my tie-up adventures with my aunt and Derek. They have agreed to tie me up once in a while, and I’ve enjoyed the two times they’ve done it so far. My aunt and her partner, Derek, now call me “Bee-Bee, the TAG Kid,” meaning “Bondage Boy, The Tied and Gagged Kid.” My aunt says my liking to be tied up is great because she’s always wanted to dominate a man and Derek isn’t interested.

Sam's Diary 5&6

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Chapter 5 May 28, 2000

To my Diary,

So far my aunt and Derek have tied me up four times and it’s been fun - even this last time which I’ll now write about. This last time was different.

As the college year ended and final exams came, I looked forward to the inevitable parties that would celebrate the occasion. Especially since I was due to graduate, I was ready to party My father never let me attend such parties when I was in high school because he said there was always trouble and drinking, and he wanted me to stay home and my step-mother was even more insistent that I not go to “wild parties.". I figured my aunt and Derek would not know the difference, and this year I would go and take my girl friend too. Nothing was said about tying me up for a while but I didn’t care because there were finals and reports to finish and so I was very busy with school work.

Sam's Diary 7&8

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Chapter 7 June 8, 2000

To My Diary,

My college career hadn’t exactly ended. I signed up for some graduate classes the next year, so I would be back. Meanwhile, I packed, more or less, and set to return home for the summer.

Then on Friday, just after lunch, my aunt said, “We have an agreement, I can tie you up any time I want, wherever I want, any way I want, dressed any way I want. Right?”

Sam's Diary 9,10&11

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Chapter 9 June 19, 2000

To My Diary,

My father tells me over and over that I am my own worst enemy. He is sure that some day I will get myself into trouble because I really like being tied up. He hopes that some day I’ll find a girlfriend who understands my need for bondage and that we’ll be as happy as he and my late mother were. He says that bondage and sex go together, and he can tell that I find being tied up a significant turn-on. For now, he has agreed to tie me up now and then and so has my aunt when I’m staying with her and Derek at college. My step-mom thinks my love of being tied up is strange but she would rather have me tied up where she knows where I am and am safe than go off and have a stranger do it where there might be danger. Recently I told how my father really tied me up very tight, and how I had to let him know that I was uncomfortable with being so tightly tied for so long and finally he let me go. Then I had second thoughts and wished he had held to his original plan.

The Favor

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* * The Favor by Studbound

“Won’t you do it, just for me?” she begged.

“I would be too embarrassed,” he explained. “It’s just not something I can do.”

“But it’s nothing really. All you would do is model some clothes and toys. That’s it.”

“And the swim suit?”

“Oh, yes, you would wear your black suit. The one you wear when you race.”

“So,” he said, “you want me to parade around in front of a bunch of strange women wearing almost nothing. I don’t think so.” “Only five or six women,” she said. “And Mistress Domina. It would mean so much to me. I don’t ask you to do much. What could it hurt?”

The Interview

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The Interview by Studbound

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with pleasure that we here at Station KYNK now bring you the Arthur Prystone Show. As you regular listeners know, every week Arthur goes to the home of some citizen in the area and interviews him or her. Candidates for an interview usually have something interesting, an event, special talent, or discovery that is relevant for our audience. So now we go to Arthur Prystone.

The Jumbo Sale

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* * The Jumbo Sale by Studbound

Some years ago, my wife Lisa and I went to a jumbo sale on a Saturday. We noticed some pieces of unusual equipment on one of the tables, somewhat out of the way. There were some handcuffs and two things I couldn’t identify. We asked the man running the sale about them. He said it was rather embarrassing but apparently the couple who had owned the house before had been into what he called “that tie-up stuff” and he and his elderly wife just wanted to get rid of all the “bondage junk” because it took up a lot of space. There was a lot more, he said and he said he’d give it all to us for fifty quid.

The Renter 1&2

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The Renter by Studbound Chapter 1 - Signing the Lease

I spent two years at the University living in the dorms. That was enough. I vowed to find something else for my Junior year - something nearby if possible, but away from the noise and often chaos of underclassmen. But my search continued to turn up either something far too expensive, too far away, two small, or some other problem. I had almost resigned myself to a return to good old McGintery Hall when I saw an advertisement in the local campus newspaper:“Wanted, renter male or female, to share rent with three women, large house, private room and bath 555-358-2829.”

The Renter 11&12

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(story continues from The Renter 9&10)

The Renter by Studbound Part 11 The Spies

“It seems we have competition,” Lila announced one afternoon. She had just finished with two clients, and in talking to them, she had learned that another group had opened up a similar enterprise across campus.

“They call themselves Bondage Unlimited,” she complained. “And they advertise prices cheaper than ours. And they have the gall to claim that they do a better job - better bondage, more ’exquisite’ and better to fulfill fantasies.”

The Renter 13&14

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(story continues from The Renter 11&12)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 13 Birthday, part 1

I tend to be a very sound sleeper, and it takes me a while to fully wake up in the morning. My parents used to claim they could walk around in my room and I wouldn’t even stir in my sleep. So it shouldn’t have surprised me to discover that my wrists were fairly well tied to my bed by the time I completely realized what was happening.

The Renter 15&16

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(story continues from The Renter 13&14)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 15 Robbery

Now, as I’ve said, I’m a rather sound sleeper. But for some reason, I woke up Saturday night. Something didn’t feel right, and I couldn’t tell what it was. I heard something - maybe felt something - to this day I don’t know what it was. I thought someone looked into my room, and then went away. I listened, and dimly I thought I heard voices. It’s two flights down from my room to the main floor, and, after pulling on a pair of boxer shorts, I slowly moved out into the hall and to the head of the stairs. I was then sure that I heard voices - men’s voices.

The Renter 17&18

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(story continues from The Renter 15&16)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 17 The Parent

A while back, Ruth’s Baptist parents had arrived, and the women had bound me and put me in the basement for safe keeping during their visit. No such manifestations were necessary when my own father turned up suddenly one day. Since his third divorce, my father had traveled, selling whatever it was that he sold, and one never knew when he might pop up. I was always happy to see him - he was, after all, paying the bills for my college education. And I had the bright idea of tapping him for an increase in my allowance.

The Renter 21&22

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(story continues from The Renter Pt 10)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 21 Gambling Part 2

Two couples sat in the four chairs in the center of the dungeon. Two girls, probably around twenty years old, sat on my right, their boy friends sat in the chairs facing them. All four were bound to the chairs, gagged, and looking at each other, making playful noises, struggling and enjoying the sensation of tight bondage. The boys wore the requisite jock-o-thongs, the girls thong g-strings and were topless. Strategically placed ropes set off their breasts nicely. From the bulges in the jock-o-thongs, it was obvious that the boys were enjoying everything that was happening.

The Renter 23,24&25

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(story continues from The Renter 21&22)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 23 Experiments

Surprisingly enough, Lila, Ruth, Victoria and I often got into very philosophical discussions. One morning, at the breakfast table, I was talking with Ruth about why people like to be tied up. We speculated that it was perhaps something in their past, or the sensation of helplessness. Victoria came up from the basement, and behind her was the policeman who had done the endurance-bondage with us a couple of weeks earlier. He had obviously spent the night with Victoria, and the marks on his wrists indicated that he had been tied up some or all of the time. (I discovered later that he and Victoria had become an item - they had been dating, and were spending considerable time together).

The Renter 3&4

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(story continues from The Renter 1&2)

The Renter by Studbound Part 3 Curiosity

I settled into my new digs, finding them actually very comfortable. The steady stream of clients downstairs, mostly men but a few women, didn’t bother me at all, and I got used to seeing strangers waiting in the living room either making an appointment or their turn to be tied up somewhere in the house. My girl friend, Sarah, visited me a few times, and once stayed the night. That didn’t seem to bother my hosts, Lila, Ruth, or Victoria, who went about their lives as normal.

The Renter 5&6

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(story continues from The Renter 3&4)

The Renter by Studbound Part 5 Retribution

My prolonged sojourn into voyeurism watching the local star, Vanessa Starlight, meant that I missed my date with my girlfriend. Now Janice is most understanding and when I explained that I had gotten involved in the library, and lost track of the time, she understood. No problem. We would get together again the next afternoon.

Janice came to the house about three, and we sat and chatted for a while in the comfortable living room. She had, of course, been there a number of times before, and had stayed a couple of nights. So she knew where my room was, and something about the house.

The Renter 7&8

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(story continues from The Renter 5&6)

The Renter by Studbound Part 7 Frustration

I think what surprised me more than anything else was that she suggested it. In fact, she came right out and asked me directly if I would like to try it. The she was my girlfriend, Janice. And what she said really caught me off guard. We had been out on a date, and I was taking her home - to her place. We walked because the restaurant was near the campus, and it was a nice warm evening. As we approached her apartment, where she shared a room with a friend, she became quiet for a while. We walked along together holding hands. It was just a nice finish to a nice date.

The Renter 9&10

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(story continues from The Renter 7&8)

The Renter by Studbound Part 9 Super Bowl

When I walked into the den on Sunday afternoon, I was surprised to see Victoria sitting there. She had two video tapes sitting on the coffee table in front of the easy chair, and it appeared as if she was getting ready to watch something.

“Hi, Dave,” she said looking up at me.

“Hi, Victoria. What’s up?”

The Renter Pt 10

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(story continues from The Renter 17&18)

* * The Renter by Studbound Chapter 19 The Party

Part 2

I squirmed around in the trunk of the car doing what I could to free myself, but even in front of an audience, Lila had done her usual competent job of tying me up. Noises in the gag didn’t do any good either. The car drove for a rather long time as I bounced around, being thrown from side to side as the vehicle turned corners, rolling to the front when we stopped, to the back when the car resumed motion.

The Test of Trust

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* * The Test of Trust by Studbound

“Do you trust me?” she asked him with a smile.

“What do you mean?” he replied with a curious look.

“Just that, do you trust me?” She was nineteen, average height with bright sparkling blue eyes.

“Sure,” he said. He was twenty-one, muscular, an athlete who worked out daily. “Why do you ask?”

“I wondered if you would trust me enough to do anything I asked you to do no matter how odd,” she said. She was her father’s favorite - he was a prominent lawyer with a significant reputation. The lawyer’s daughter had a wild side. That was drew him to her. She was exciting. She was unpredictable. She was unbearably sexy. She was sexy like her mother, a very quiet woman with the figure of a professional model. The daughter would look just like her mother some day.

The Trance

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* * The Trance by Studbound

Sweat beaded up on his forehead and on his body making his skin damp and shiny. The sweat was from both exertion and from worry - perhaps fear. He struggled, but got nowhere. And he cursed his brother. The whole sorry fiasco was his brother’s fault. If he had only ignored his brother’s advice, he wouldn’t be in the terrible situation that now confronted him.

The Wedding Gift

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The Wedding Gift by Studbound

“Ron.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“What did you say to Kate this morning that got her upset?”

“Oh, that.” He smiled. “Well, when I want to irritate her, I call her a Shanty Irishman. It always gets her goat, and she shouts something nasty back at me. It’s part of a game we play.”

“She sounded serious. What was it she said?”

“She said, ‘If I had my way you’d be hog-tied!”