The sun finally came out after I had finished having a bath. I was doing everything I couldn’t normally. I had a lie in and a long breakfast and now the clouds had cleared, perfect. I didn’t get a lot of sun because of all the trees around my little house but just about eleven there was a patch on the lawn which lasted until about four. I had waited all year doing extra time so I could have this holiday. I wanted to begin by getting some sun on my body. Playing could wait. ...

Emma struggled fiercely with her captors but with her arms bound behind her back she simple couldn’t fight her way free of them. A man’s thick arm encircled her throat and started to suffocate her. Stars danced in front of her eyes and her legs went slack beneath her. “Behave,” he said into her ear. He didn’t lighten up until she was on the verge of passing out. As last his grip slackened and she gasped for air. Aided by another man, her captor took her by the arm and pulled her out of the van to lead her across a barren parking lot. ...

(This is a repost - The original lives at: https://fetlife.com/users/12075/posts/2509894 ) (This is a work of fiction.) I failed to truly understand it when My Lady set up “The Balance”. Alas, I get it now. We “play” with Chastity. To be specific, I wear a chastity device. It only comes off when She wants it to. Overall, this is very rewarding for me… When things are “in balance”. When we first started playing with Chasity, we worked our way through a series of devices. First the cheap plastic ones. Then some of the less expensive metal ones. Overall, they just didn’t really work. They weren’t secure, and sometimes didn’t even do an effective job at preventing masturbation. (Some of them were more useful as locked on masturbation toys than at actually preventing “misconduct”.) ...

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

“Halt!” Shuffling along the dusty trail, the young man in the furs and armor stopped and gazed upwards. Above him, cliffs towered on both sides of the trail. Shading his eyes, he gazed at the tops of the cliffs, then continued forward. “I said halt!” Again, the youth halted and gazed upwards. “Or what?” he asked. “Or I’ll skewer you.” “Skewer? As in shoot me with an arrow?” “Umm, no.” ...

(story continues from The Basement 1) Chapter Two Part Six Sabina stumbled as Shodan’s hands helped her up the stairs. She had really no idea where they were now. Shodan’s hands were gentle, but they had the most interesting habit of straying to sensitive places during their walk. “Oh wow hon, they left you out on the woods like this all night?” Shodan whispered. “I wish I could untie you, but at least I can help you get cleaned up you are a mess. And I will take your blindfold off when we get to my room.” ...

(This is a repost - The original lives at: https://fetlife.com/users/12075/posts/1538549 ) (The following is an old, but entirely true, story) Once upon a time, I convinced my wife to chain me down to the bed for some S/m play and hot bondage sex. It is not a mood I’m able to pull out of her frequently, and I was really getting into it. We had a King-Size bed. She had chained me 4-points to each corner of the bed, taughtly. I couldn’t reach any of the anchor points, or otherwise move even an inch in any direction. ...

(story continues from The Beach) Part 2 I left the city later than I wanted, but the traffic headed north wasn’t too heavy. Southbound was another matter, but not my problem. I got to my exit in an hour plus or minus without any problems and headed straight to a seafood stand for some take-out chowder. It was about 4 o’clock when I pulled in at the house and got out, stretching to work out the kinks and sucking in the wonderful ocean scent. A gal could get to like this! ...

The ATV buzzed along slowly pulling the trailer behind it in the afternoon heat. It was 98 degrees and sunny not much humidity today. The middle-aged man piloting the rig thanked the heavens for that. He slowed for the rough spots in the trail and rounding the last corner spotted the House in the distance between the shrubs. Finally reaching the out-building and putting the rig away, he spent some time, removing his cargo of honey and combs, storing his protective clothing and netted head gear, then checked on his latest creation before entering the farm house. ...

Oh boy…the alarm is buzzing. And I was having such a nice dream too. Groaning, I open my eyes. It’s dark, but that’s because I’m curled up underneath the bedsheets. I don’t want to come out from here, from this nice, dark, warm place. But the alarm is buzzing and the only way to stop its noise is to get out, cross the room and tap the button. My owner designed the room to do that. ...

This story was originally an entry into the S(A)X Leather 2008 Bondage Stories Contest You seem to have quieted down. Are you trying to determine if you’re truly alone? Or are you gathering your strength for another escape attempt? I’ll give you credit, you’ve certainly fought the restraints like a tigress. But you’re discovering that these bonds aren’t like the ones you’ve seen in some B-movie horror flick. I hope you don’t mind that I settled on straps. I would have much preferred 3/8” rope or Jute twine, but speed and security were the keywords for this situation. ...

Devin’s trip across town to her friend Sophie’s house was a bit more of a challenge than usual that Saturday morning. A freak early spring snowstorm was making streets a bit slippery. Still, this was a special day, and she was determined that the weather would not deter their plans. For years, the two of them had bet on their gym’s annual instructors’ competition. The bet was always paid off at the post-competition party at Sophie’s house, and this year for the first time in five years, Sophie had won. Therefore, she would be at her friends’ mercy for the rest of the day. She knew some but not all of the details of what was going to happen to her. In a way she was thankful the snow was making her concentrate on her driving as she couldn’t think about what was ahead. She trusted Sophie and all the others so was not at all nervous – only curious. The two of them occasionally tied each other up and even had a set of punishments for conduct deemed detrimental to their friendship. For this they had acquired a good supply of equipment. Though she would never admit it to anyone, not even herself, she was glad to be on the paying end of the bet for a change. Deep inside she was very submissive by nature and really didn’t enjoy being on top. She also loved the attention that the loser got. ...

“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.” ...

It was cooler and darker inside the barn, the light from the huge hanger like door only reached so far. Our barn stretched the whole length of the back of the house with stable doors at one end and a makeshift office at the other. The light from the hanger door lit the middle of the barn where most of the tools were kept. I always loved being in the barn in summer, it smelled sweet from the hay kept for when Molly and Bess were inside. Today I could smell the saddles too, the earthy, rich smell of the leather. The two saddles stood side by side on stout saw horses, gleaming slightly, a deep chestnut brown. ...

The divorce had been final for almost a year. Maria and the business were long gone, it was her concept and hard work anyway. I kept the 2 acres in Connecticut and the beach house in Laguna, both already paid for, and more than enough money to enjoy them both. I wanted out and she wanted more. We were both very different people now, I had taught Maria business, and she taught me the intimacy of sex. She showed me ways to enjoy sex my rigid Connecticut upbringing never dreamed of or thought of as indecent. ...

Since having broken up with what was the most sensual woman I have ever had in my life, time had really rather become boring. I wasn’t dating and really filled my life with work, work and more work. I had though perfected several methods of self bondage that I used to keep myself sane and practiced this whenever I could. I suppose living alone helped somewhat. The relationship I had had with Tania was indeed one to mourn. We had fallen so easily into mutual bondage and she even encouraged me with my penchant for a little cross dressing. Fridays were always our nights for the most fun. After getting home from work, we would both take showers and would put out the clothes we wanted the other to wear. Tania always looked so hot in her black stretch velvet mini dress, stockings and heels but she looked hot in anything! ...

(story continues from The Bondage Adventures of Lara Cross 4) Part Five Sasha Nash woke slowly and carefully from her chloroform-induced sleep to find herself completely naked and sprawled out on the floor of her studio. Sheik Achmed Ben Shahad watched the event from the comfort of his 747 cabin, after having configured the cameras and audio equipment accordingly. At first, his reluctant lover was relieved to find she had not been either done away with or shipped out to god-knows-where. ...

Alicia was enjoying the day off from work, not quite sure what to do first after sleeping in a little bit before having breakfast followed by a hot shower. After she finished drying off her hair she put on a black strapless bra and pair of pink cotton panties, followed by her bathrobe as she went out the front door to pick up the morning paper. Alicia was a young woman in her early thirties in age with an average build and light blue eyes, with light brown hair that went to her shoulders with some pale freckles on her face, giving her a much younger appearance to the casual observer. ...

Carly, a bio-sentient computer assistant, hates her job. This story is weird, fairly mild, and set in the distant future where semi-autonomous computers run complex mining and manufacturing stations on large asteroids orbiting various solar systems. The story starts rather slowly in order to set up the world in which Carly lives. Its category is somewhere between machine and auto-erotic and will probable appeal primarily to geekettes and those who love geekettes… or perhaps those who love those from Sol-15 who have blue skin. ...

As he slowly became aware of sounds around him, Brian realized something was desperately wrong. The first thing that struck him was how fuzzy his head seemed to feel. Very slowly, he tried to lift his head from off his chest. That was when the second thing struck him. His head was totally covered in what seemed to be a snug fitting hood, possibly leather. The only opening in the hood was just below the nose and he breathed deeply. ...