BANG When Charles died, he didn’t expect it to be so quick. A gunshot to the brain ends life very quickly, almost instantly, and that was what happened to Charles. A single 9mm pistol bullet entering his brain and tearing it to shreds, ending his life, killing him before he even hit the ground. In terms of afterlife beliefs, Charles didn’t have any. He didn’t really know what to expect upon death most likely oblivion and nothingness. It was, in a way, this openness that made his first moments after death all the more interesting. ...

continued from part nine Chapter 10: Nurse White enjoys herself. She released the steel waist belt, collar and wrist manacles and let them drop to the floor. Then from the pile of items she picked up the full arm length bondage mittens and fitted them over my hands and arms. She took her time and carefully laced them up tight and buckled all the straps, one at the top, one above and one below my elbows and one around my wrists. She had secured them much tighter than my Mistress did and I found I was now unable to bend my arms or my wrists. ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

Sara had just finished her night shift at work. She was usually beat after her long shift but for some reason she was really feeling good today. She got home before Martin had gotten up and she thought she would see if she could make him late for work, using her feminine charms. She snuck into the house and wrote him a note telling him to look in the basement before leaving the house today. ...

My fascination with being buried, unable to move under hundreds of stuffed garbage bags had been with me all my life, and like the others out there that I had seen online, I had often tried to stage these scenarios at home using big tough bags, tape and rope. More often than not, this turned out to be a big disappointment, but I knew that one day, I could find a way to safely make this fantasy come true. ...

“Hey, come quick everybody, Emily’s got herself trapped on the dog rack!” Oh, so that’s what it’s called. A dog rack. I’m still no nearer to knowing quite what it’s for, and with a name like that I don’t think I want to know. What I do know is that it’s got a hold of me and I can’t get loose. And being discovered like this is about the worst thing I can imagine happening.. ...

“Where’s my gag, then, hotshot?” she asks, standing before me. Eyebrow cocked and that certain, calculating grin spreading her face, the grin that says she knows me, and that she knows I know it. I’ve never seen a woman’s face twinkle before; it’s irresistible. But I’d never tell her, not here, not now. I have other ways of letting her know, of letting her know that I know. “None, Cinderella. No ball for you.” She tilts her head to the side. It’s as good as a chuckle, given the position she’s in. “First, I have a question.” ...

Part I Being a rookie cop new to the force this year, I was always assigned the worst jobs that nobody else wanted to handle. This was my day off, but I got called in because everyone else was supposedly busy. I knew I had to pay my dues and just deal with the mildly amusing abuse. For this particular assignment I simply had to pick up a female fugitive detained by a bounty hunter and deliver the reward money once her identity was confirmed. ...

It was hotter than he had expected. Granted, it was October and the weather outside had taken on a definite fall chill in the air so the radiator inside the apartment was steaming full blast, but he had not thought that it would be so warm and actually humid bundled as he was in the two huge, zip-tied trash bags. He was sweating bullets, and starting to reek from his own body odor in the close confines, never mind the rancid smelling garbage that Judy had dumped into the bags and over him before going to bed - how long ago? ...

I am the author of this story; you may share this story, just give me credit. My name is Samantha and I’m in my early 30’s, and have long straight blond hair. I’m single, I’m attractive, slim, a little on the tall side, and I love self-bondage. I am well to do and I am widely known in the broadcast business. Now, on with my story. I had the next three days off and was returning from an errand to the hardware store when I decided to take the long way home just for the fun of it. The weather was great and I was enjoying the ride home. As I drove along I noticed a Salvation Army store was open. ...

Part 3 My training continued for the next two weeks. Each morning I would shower and shave my entire body and give myself an enema and insert a butt plug, the size of which increased as the days went by, before applying make up and finally dressing in whatever had been laid out for me, usually tights a corset and stockings followed by various dresses and high heeled shoes. I would then wait on all fours for Mistress Susan who would inspect my appearance. If I did not come up to standard I would be sent to the bondage bed and told to fasten myself to it and await punishment which was unrelenting and became harsher and harsher the more times that I failed. If Mistress thought that my efforts were to standard I was given lessons and exercises to complete such as correctly applying make up or walking in high heels. I also had chores to complete such as hand washing lingerie and hosiery. ...

My heart beat quickened as the bus pulled away for the final time before my stop. This journey had started three months ago when I began chatting on an internet site with a lady called Susan, she was really easy to talk to and for the first time in my life had confessed to another human being my love of cross-dressing and self bondage, she was extremely understanding and over months leading up to me being on this bus asked lots of questions and even offered advice on how to dress. She also told me that she had a secret desire to be a dominant and the thought of having a man dressed as a woman bound for her pleasure turned her on. ...

“Come on Michael… Please…” “There is no way I’m dressing like a girl so I can go and collect your award. Why don’t you ask one of your female friends to help you out?” “You know that all the chicks I hang out with are nice and all, but I couldn’t trust any of them.” “Anyway, I’ve got a broken leg and I can’t collect my award looking that way besides you helped me win this award so really it’s yours as well.” ...

Authors note: DO NOT READ UNDER LEGAL AGE. I wrote it in english for wider access, but it’s not my natural language, so some words may not be properly written. It has been few weeks now that Chloe had been living in Tom’s apartment, but for first time, she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She harassed by a tough day at work. The Markets were tough and tension was heavy, especially for brokers, often seen as slaves by traders. She sat on the sofa and took one of numerous bottles of Port. Tom was a fan of this drink and made her discover that common Port and good ones were two very different drinks. At least she knew that in Tom’s collection, all were nice. Her choice went on a 30 year old tawny. ...

continued from part eight Chapter 9: Punishment & Work. “Consider this to be the completion of your punishment as I didn’t think last night was very severe. Also it will make sure that any thoughts of escaping will be put right out of your mind. You know what job you have to do today so I will have to leave the house open so you can go in and out to the workshop for tools and materials. If there are any callers you will have to try and avoid them or else think up some sort of excuse to explain the way you are dressed. Oh yes there are just two more items to complete your working punishment rubber uniform.” ...

The nights were beginning to draw in and the weather was getting wetter. The rain hit the window of Emma’s window as she sat at her pc. She was using her instant messenger to speak to her boyfriend Jay when all of a sudden an error message appeared on the screen. The message told her to insert her finger into the USB port and click ok. She thought this seemed strange so just clicked ok to clear the message. The message re-appeared telling her to insert fingers and click ok. She again dismissed the message and it again re-appeared. So this time she thought she’d try it just to get rid of this unwanted message. She placed her index finger into the port and reached over and used her left hand to click ok. ...

The nights were beginning to draw in and the weather was getting wetter. The rain hit the window of Emma’s window as she sat at her pc. She was using her instant messenger to speak to her boyfriend Jay when all of a sudden an error message appeared on the screen. The message told her to insert her finger into the USB port and click ok. She thought this seemed strange so just clicked ok to clear the message. The message re-appeared telling her to insert fingers and click ok. She again dismissed the message and it again re-appeared. So this time she thought she’d try it just to get rid of this unwanted message. She placed her index finger into the port and reached over and used her left hand to click ok. ...

The nights were beginning to draw in and the weather was getting wetter. The rain hit the window of Emma’s window as she sat at her pc. She was using her instant messenger to speak to her boyfriend Jay when all of a sudden an error message appeared on the screen. The message told her to insert her finger into the USB port and click ok. She thought this seemed strange so just clicked ok to clear the message. The message re-appeared telling her to insert fingers and click ok. She again dismissed the message and it again re-appeared. So this time she thought she’d try it just to get rid of this unwanted message. She placed her index finger into the port and reached over and used her left hand to click ok. ...

(story continues from No Job Means No Dignity) This story is a follow up to No Job Means No Dignity Part One. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you do so now to give you a better idea of what’s going on here. Part Two: A Day by the Pool About 6 months have passed since I lost my job when things changed forever as my wife became the dominant one in our relationship and I became, for want of a better word, her bitch. ...

Frances put down the book she was reading with a little sigh. “Reading ‘The Terror at Dawson’s Creek’ won’t get you your degree, will it?” her mother scolded. “Now, come on, get your proper books and don’t be wasting any more time on silly fiction. You know I’ve promised to baby-sit for your Auntie Margaret - and don’t be all night on the phone whilst I’m out. My phone bill will be as long as your arm if you spent any more time on it talking to that Deirdre or whatever her name is. I’ll be back tomorrow morning about eleven, so be sure to have some of that essay done before then.” ...