The Third Thane on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Dangerous Leigh 5

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This story is presented as fantasy only, use of electric current in the chest area is not advised.

Dangerous Leigh Chapter 11

Justine wanted true peril…well here it was. Her arms ached from pulling, but it was nothing compared to the pain of not pulling. Friday brought another opportunity to indulge in her favorite pastime, self bondage. Again, she assumed the persona of Dangerous Leigh, crime fighter and frequent endangered damsel. All of her sessions radiated from the erotic danger inherent in a heroine’s line of work. Everything from simulated bombs to machine rape was a part of her game. However, tonight… tonight it got rougher. The peril got real.

Dangerous Leigh 4

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 9

After her last session with Ming, Justine waited for two weeks before trying another bondage session. If truth be told, the experience with the machine frightened her just a bit. But you know what they say, best thing to do is get right back into the saddle. She wanted something slightly different this time, lighter on the physical pain and heavier on the humiliation. She had been working on a story to play out for some time, collecting needed “props”. It would be the perfect way to return to the game she loved.

Dangerous Leigh 2

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 4

It was a quiet Thursday evening. Work had been light that day, so Justine had a chance to go home early. She had a purpose in mind. A package that had come UPS last Saturday weighed heavily on her thoughts, in excited anticipation. Most of her self bondage sessions were on Friday nights, with more time to plan and savor. This, this simply could not wait. It had to be tonight. Her new toy needed a genuine road-test.

Dangerous Leigh 3

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 7

Leigh woke with a start. It took a moment to remember that she was tied tight to a steamer trunk, hands shackled behind. Never before had she dozed during a bondage session, but this was beyond any other session. Her body was exhausted. All sense of time’s passage was lost. How long had she been unaware? Her body still glistened with sweat, but now she felt slightly cold in the cellar air. The world was dark and still, but she knew. A phantom presence lingered. There was urgency in her soul. Her thighs ached from pushing against the spreader bar. Her head throbbed from both a headache and from the rope yanking at her neck each time she tried to rise. She had time to think, and that was the worst part. That son-of-a-bitch had a job to do, and would do it only too well.

Dangerous Leigh

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter1

Her wrists and shoulders began to ache. This was tight, but then Leigh had been in tight spots before. She was kneeling with her back to a metal column in a darkened basement. Her wrists were handcuffed over her head, behind the pole. Her ankles were tied and cinched, forming an X behind the pole as well. The rope tightened over her white vinyl boots. More rope, again knotted and cruelly cinched, looped around her waist and held the small of her back firm to the unforgiving steel.