This is a true story of an 18yo guy about 6" tall and has strong, shapely, long legs. Whilst growing up I had a fascination with both cross dressing and bondage. I loved the thought of being helpless and left to my own devices, totally stuck and looking sexy at the same time. I had fallen in love with pantyhose and stockings my favourites being the ultra shiny flesh toned tights and where I could get hold of them one-piece lycra (spandex) swimsuits. I used to dress up whenever I could in my sisters clothing by waiting for her to go off to uni, so I could ‘borrow’ her swimsuit for my next adventure - These adventures usually revolved around putting on some skin toned pantyhose and her swimsuit and then wearing some jeans and a shirt over the top of them and just going for a walk around the block. This was satisfying for a while but did not get the excitement to the level I had been craving for. Our family lived in a small country town where all the houses in the town all had a big back yard full of grass and the houses were close together (except for their yards), which meant there was a chance of getting caught but at the same time was reasonably safe due to the fact the front door of the neighbours house was about 40m away from what I was planning. I have always been a HUGE fan of magician and magicians assistants and especially loved magic tricks where the beautiful assistant is tied up or locked into something that was ‘in-escapable’ They usually wore some sort of leotard and had beautiful long pantyhosed legs. I dreamed of being in their shoes and wanted to feel that sexy and that helpless. I didn’t know how I could do it without help, and planned for weeks a way of dressing like I wanted to and at the same time being tied down and helpless. At this time in my life there wasn’t the internet to get ideas from so I had to come up with my own solution. The night was drawing near, I knew my whole family was going out to see some theatre that did not interest me and ’the football’ was on the telly that evening I had an excuse to stay home alone. I had to make preparations prior to the night and did all the work the night before they were going out. My plan was to use the grassy backyard as my place of bondage, I would tie myself down spread eagled using wooden stakes that had small lengths of rope with hang-mans nooses tied on the end of them. The plan was to take place just after they left to go to the theatre and see how long I could survive out in the back yard without losing my nerve. The time came to put it into action - It was about 6pm in the evening and the family had just pulled out of the driveway. I raced to gather my stakes and headed out to the backyard. Each stake had about 15cm of rope and noose attached and I knew as I tightened them they would lengthen, so I had to make sure they were out at the limits of my reach before I hammered them into the ground. I had a few minutes of natural light left before the sun set and I had to still get changed. The location was set I just had to set myself, as this was the first ‘out there’ thing I have tried whilst cross dressed. I went onto the house and removed all of my clothes and nervously got ready. First I pulled on my shiny flesh toned tights that I had bought the day earlier from the local supermarket, I bought it with milk and bread and some other incidentals of a fake shopping list so that the girl at the checkout didn’t think I was some sort of pantyhose wearing weirdo. (little did she know). Anyway I slipped the sexy pantyhose over my legs and started to immediately get an erection, I had worn them before and knew I had to be careful not to make them run. To save my sisters clothes from any of my ‘accidents’ I used a kitchen freezer bag (plastic bag), over my member just in case I lost control whilst I was dressed up, as it would be very hard to explain any mess left in her swimwear. The next thing was to get the black one-piece Speedos (they were lime green and black camouflaged pattern on the front and plain black in the back) out of her closet and put them on over the top of the pantyhose. I always loved to feel of sliding them up my legs and the tight feeling as the lycra held everything in place. The final thing was to use a couple of her elastic belts that were in fashion in the 80’s and early 90’s to slide around my waist in an attempt to feel like a corset and add to the feeling of being stuck in her clothes. The light was fading but it was still possible to find my way around in the dusk light and also meant that if the neighbours were looking in my direction they would see me in all my glory. I decided to bite the bullet and just go for it - I figured that once I was in position they would have to walk over to the 5ft tall fence that separated the houses and look over it to see me, something that I didn’t think they would have any need to do. I walked briskly from the back door out into the backyard, my heart pounding a million miles an hour. I got to the stakes in the ground and began slipping my legs through the lops and then pulled them tight. I pulled at the posts with my legs stretched out and there was no movement - perfect. The next loop was that of my left arm, I stretched out and just slipped my wrist though and pulled it tight. Almost there and no going back now. In hindsight this being the first ‘real’ self-bondage session I should have had an escape plan but I didn’t, I just assumed I would be strong enough to pull out the stake holding my right arm and it would all be ok. More on that later. Finally I slipped my right hand into the last loop and took a deep breath - here I go. I pulled it tight and the job was done. I was just as I had imagined it. Helpless and sexy - Wearing my sisters swimming costume and my sexy shiny tights, just like the women in the magician acts. They were all helpless and so was I . I had a little slack in my right arm, but not as much as I thought I might have which didn’t leave me as much leverage as I had hoped for to aid me with my escape. I decided to struggle a bit and just enjoy it for as long as I could. I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head - what if the show was cancelled, or it was the wrong night, or my little brother felt sick and they had to come home early, I would be stuffed. Just as that thought left my head I heard the noise of a car approaching and immediately felt sick - what was I going to do? As the car approached the headlights got brighter and I began to struggle in an attempt to get free, the car came closer and then turned into the driveway of my next door neighbour. I couldn’t see them from my position and I knew they couldn’t see me unless they looked over the fence. Out of the car popped Mike my neighbour (A guy in his late 30’s) and two of his best mates, who had obviously been drinking due to their rowdy nature and had turned up to watch the game at his place. I breathed a quiet sight of relief and tried to keep quiet as a mouse. Where his carport was meant that I was about 10m away from the guys separated by a 5ft tall wooden fence. The guys got out and Mike wanted to show them his new motorcycle before they went inside. I knew his bike was almost directly opposite me on his side of the fence so I just remained calm. The next thing was a surprise to me as Mike turned on the light in his carport so that he could better show his mates his new bike - I was basked in light and would definitely be seen if any of them wanted to look over the neighbours fence. I held my breath - After what seemed like hours the guys stopped looking at the bike and retired inside to watch the game. I was excited and relieved at the same time and made the decision that it was time to finish up. I wrestled for about another 5 minutes or so trying to get my right arm free and finally it gave way and I was able to pull the other ones out of the ground, given my extra leverage. I decided not to undo the loops outside and go inside into the bathroom where I could lock the door and do it in there. I unhooked myself and then looked at the clock, I probably had about 30 minutes or so before they would be coming home, so I did what I loved to do the most, still wearing the pantyhose and tights I went and humped a pillow on my bed, the amazing feeling of lycra and nylon and the predicament I had been in did not take me long to come. I tidied up the place and made sure everything was back where it should be- Had a shower and then settled on the couch to watch the end of the game. About an hour later the family came home, we talked about the game and they talked about the theatre and they were none was the wiser of the situation I had put myself in only an hour or so out in our backyard. I have been more adventurous since then and maybe if people like this one I will post a couple others. Please let me know what you think. [email protected] ...

For the past year, they had been the most unlikely of couples. Christina, child of wealth and privilege, with her mansion and her Jaguars, and Jim, with his apartment, his old Chevy, and his job as a customer care agent. In spite of their differences, or maybe because of them, the two had hit it off almost from the moment they met. And while Christina could never really understand it, she gladly accepted the fact that Jim had absolutely no interest in her money. She had offered him a new car, his own house; she had even suggested he quit his job and live with her. Jim had gently declined each time, leaving Christina to ponder something she had never before encountered, a man who wanted her only for herself. ...

Introduction Jessica Salt, a cousin to Veruca Salt, whom she used to tease about what befell her at the chocolate factory. She is an intelligent girl, who worked her way up in her fathers Garbage Sorting Plant, she finally made it to become supervisor of the day shift. Jessica and the Garbage Plant It was a normal day for Jessica, she arrived on time as she had done for the last few years, today was a special day for her and her father, they where installing a new system to sort the trash. Jessica had heard it was made by Wonka Inc and was going to speed up the trash process at the plant, most of the workers were displeased that a machine might be replacing them. ...

If you’re the author of this story please let me know. This is a fantasy of mine that I’ve enjoyed thinking about lately. “I’ve had another long night at the theater again tonight, can you come to see me? We’ll be alone and we can play around if your up for it.” I have been working for the multi-plex movie theater at the edge of town since I graduated high school and worked my way to manager after a few years. It has it’s benefits but has some long hours. ...

I had always wanted to be in bondage helpless humiliated and caned but never found anyone who would do a proper job of it. I had a few boy friends who had tried but they never tied me very tight. Then I met Steve at work I was stood outside having a fag when he asked me for a light we got talking and over the next couple of weeks got friendly. ...

As a 70 year old male who has been a widower for several years, I finally found a new gal to fill the void left in my life. I married her, though she is 15 years my junior. We get along fine with us being together almost 24 hours a day. She got laid off just after we were married, so we spend lots of time together. When it comes to sex, I got a wild cat. This gal seems to have a thirst for all kinds of sexual games. I introduced her to the bondage game, but she wasn’t too cool on being tied up. ...

We met at the office. In her first week there we had to spend a day on a client’s site, much of it alone while we tried to work out how the client had been set up. To say that being stuck in a confined space with her was distracting would be an understatement. She had that cute nervous look about her that always does something to me, maybe it’s the girl next door thing, maybe it’s the outwardly vulnerable look about her I don’t know, but certainly I was attracted to her. When she sat on the floor with her legs curled beneath her I got a tantalising view of the arch of her foot as her heels slipped slightly off. I don’t know what it is but I have always found this a turn on, along with girls being completely barefoot. Hey, I have to try and do something about this shoe fetish you girls have. ...

(story continues from Oral Development)_ _A note from the author: I recently posted Oral Development and received the greatest response ever. Seems many males have used chastity with various results. They also enjoy pleasing their female partner orally. I encouraged readers to help write this story. How can I encourage you? Part Two “Francine before you runoff to work this morning prepare room 704, please.” Most of you know Francine is my TV slave. Since, I no longer work in the shop on a regular basis, Francine manages that element of my income. Francine has been dressed only in female clothes acting like a woman for well over seven years. As my slave, I use him for my amusement with sex at my whim and mild beatings to relieve my frustration. He also serves as a sounding board for various new concepts in BDSM prior to introduction to clients. I have provided him with a small income stream in the event of my passing, however, he is unaware of this. He only knows that he receives food, shelter, and clothing on a regular basis. From time to time no doubt, he is apprehensive of his situation. All I can say is, “I don’t give a fuck!” ...

(story continues from Real Bondage For Anne Part 3) Authors note; Though the characters in this story are real people, this story is pure fiction and never really took place. I wrote this story especially for my friend Anne Woolsey, who is also an excellent fetish writer in her own right! You can find some of her stories right here on Gromets Plaza. I would also like to give a special thanks to KobeLee for allowing me to use her as a character in this story. You can find Kobe at her home page, www.kobelee.com There, you will find links to her other modeling sites too, including her profile and lots of nice pics! ...

I (slave polemanme) had connected with this Lady about a month before, she called herself Mistress Spyder, it was a mouthful but I normally called her Mistress Spyder. She was new to the BDS&M scene but was keen to explore the avenues open to her. We spent all the time they could chatting in the instant message fields and sending E mails to one another. After about three weeks of this we discovered we only lived a few miles away from each other and the chat became serious. I realised that I wanted to meet her in person. I broached the subject and it was as if the floodgates had opened. She was so keen to me I at first backed off a little thinking I had got myself into a situation that was moving too fast. But no in fact after her initial enthusiasm she became very serious and we spent a long time discussing how we should meet and what safeguards we should have in place for the first occasion. It was agreed that we would come along with a friend each and just have a simple evening out to get to know each other. ...

Hank watched as the college co-eds filed into the room. He concentrated to keep from staring too hard as set after set of youthful breasts, firm buttocks, and nice long legs went passed him. He had to keep them comfortable, for just a little longer, and then they would all be his. These unsuspecting college sophomores and juniors thought they were coming to their first TA session for Psych 501: Intro to Group Behavior. And the girls thought that Hank, the man in his late-20s who was standing by the door as they came in, was the grad student who they had been assigned to for periodic discussion sessions of the course material. Some of the girls walking in may have thought it a bit odd that their section had ended up being all female, but it wasn’t too surprising since the large lecture class was probably three-quarters women anyway. None of the girls were surprised to have received an email earlier that day informing them of the change in their section assignment and meeting location - that sort of thing happened all the time in these big classes. Sadly for the girls, this was in fact not a TA session for Psych 501, and Hank was no grad student. They were, however, about to learn a few things about group behavior. ...

“The game is due in 20 minutes honey, are you ready?” Oh my God, I had forgotten about the game today. If there are 2 things my master loves in this world, they are football and using me (this means abusing his slave as he wishes). I have to get ready. I get the tray hastily and begin to fill it with the necessary items. Let me check I shouldn’t forget anything: The flogger All the clothespins Butt plug The tens unit Cane Rope Straps Leather belt 5 electric tooth brushes Ball gag ...

He placed his hands on her hips, this made her jump slightly, he then began to trace over her body with his fingertips. She was covered in a latex catsuit its glossy surface enhancing the curves of her body. In fact she was the perfect rubber doll with the whole of her body covered in rubber and her head encased by an inflatable rubber ballhood. His fingers continued to travel over her body up and down her thighs, over her tummy and up and around her breasts. He started to massage her nipples she twisted her body, but she could not get away. She was standing with her arms outstretched above her head and tied to a beam, while her legs were spread apart and cuffed to a leg spreader. Her nipples soon hardened under his fingers. His fingers continued their travels over her body, down and over her tummy again and around and over her bottom, she twisted her body but her bonds held her tight. They travelled up and down the inside of her thighs at the top of their travels he found the zip and slowly undid it, just enough to insert his fingers. She was warm and moist and his fingers soon found their goal. His fingers worked away at her, he could hear muffled moans coming from inside the ballhood as she twisted her body again. Lying down on the high bench between her legs he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Using his hands to hold onto her thighs he buried his tongue deep inside her and continued to work away at her. ...

As always, this is a work of fiction. Any and all SB practices should be done with the upmost care. Any small slip may very well result in relieving one’s self of that pesky breathing habit. Always have a backup… one you can trust. Do take care… Kyle bounced up the stairs in his brand new Converse sneakers. One last time with Scott. The two knew each other from birth. they were almost born on the same day. Their houses were right next door, and it was just assumed they would look out for each other. Such predictions were true. They grew up not unlike brothers. Even though their families were worlds apart, they developed completely in tandum. So much so they were often mistaken for brothers or even twins. Two lithe muscular bodies equipped with long legs and arms, a nest of raven’s hair on each of them, and piercing dark blue eyes. ...

It was very stormy as the boat crossed towards the Western Isles. On board Jesse Haig was looking forward to a month cycling and camping the length of the Scottish islands. A stunning young woman of twenty-two years old, almost Viking in appearance. Think of Hagar’s daughter and you’d get the idea. Thick wavy golden blonde hair, long legs and an athletic body to die for and she’d attracted her fair share of attention since she’d blossomed. Even today while booking her ticket the seller had almost drooled over her. Still a body like hers was a rare sight up here and he’d only been human after all. ...

(story continues from The Object of His Affection 2) Part 3: A New Set of Clothes Her life, over the next two years became a mix of emotions. James, understanding her nature more fully than ever, put her suggestibility to work. Nightly, he saw to it that she would suffer a barrage of conflicting emotions and stimulation. Terrible downs would be followed by extreme highs. Pain, pleasure and humiliation would be intermixed, confusing her senses while instilling in her a need to suffer for his pleasure. As a consequence to his tortures she was a constant mass of questions and confusion, at peace only when she forgot the woman she had been and gave in to being the pleasure toy he told her she was. ...

Times were bad and she really needed the money. Amy told herself this again and again. Amy stood in a brightly lit room, her arms holding a tray before her where drinks were available for the guests her posture perfect. The truth was she had no choice she was bound tightly in place. Two holes allowed her to see and a tube from her nose made it possible for her to breathe. Tonight she was a living mummy, on display for a group of jaded party goers. ...

The battle, finally, was over. The battered remnants of the army commanded by the man known only as The Collector, lay strewn across the field, their armored shells making the scene resemble a battlefield of knights. Earth Security Force personnel roamed the field, examining the remains. Colonel Rebecca Saint, ESF Commander, stood nearby, speaking into her vidlink as she unfastened her battle armor. “It’s over,” she reported. “The Collector’s army is destroyed.” ...

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Part One I pushed back against the ground making the swing on which I am sitting move in the opposite direction. I am bored I tell myself in no uncertain terms. I am at home having returned for the summer holidays from my second year at university. I glance up at the large rambling, slightly shabby farmhouse in which I and my parents live. I am an only child and somewhat of a loner, mostly I suppose because there is no one around to be mixing with, well not that I know, and I think I know everyone for miles. Mostly they are old boring adults, with busy normal lives, and no understanding of a nineteen year old girls needs or interests, not that I would tell any of them of my interests, that would be just too embarrassing for words. ...