Chapter 13 - Final Ann had lost track of time and the number of orgasms that she had experienced. She only knew that she was tired and that her body could not stand much more of this. Her nipples, pussy and ass were sore from the pounding, stretching and shocks that they had received. Then, she heard a noise. Perhaps she was imagining things, perhaps she was so exhausted that she wanted to hear someone else. Perhaps and then it stopped. The pistons and shocks and everything else just stopped. It took her a moment to realise this, as she was expecting something else and that this was only a pause while the frame switched onto another program of events. But that was not the case and, moments later, relief flooded through her as she felt her bonds being undone and the intruders removed from her abused sex and ass. ...

To Have and To Hold “I, Roger Vaincroft, take thee, Veronica LaSalle, to be my Lawfully Wedded Wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” “I, Veronica LaSalle, take thee, Roger Vaincroft, to be my Lawfully Wedded Husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.” ...

She would soon arrive and I must be ready for our game. I begin by stripping off my clothes quickly and placing them in a pile on the side of the basement room. Next to the clothing is a short black end table, upon which I place a pitcher of water, a glass, a riding crop, and a few lit candles. Knowing that she has picked these things to have ready for her, my gaze lingers on the candles, knowing full well the possibilities that lay in their flame. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I realize that making my preparations in the nude has started to get me in the mood, but after a few gentle strokes I stop myself. Wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite by sneaking cookies before dinner, would I? ...

I suppose the standard way to start these things it to give you the mini biography, so let’s get that out of the way. My name is Johanna Sinclair. I’m 24, dark haired (black to brown, depending how much sun I’ve gotten recently) and blue eyed. I’m short, just topping 5 ft, and not even by a full inch, and my weight is my own business. I am however, fairly slim, still curvy, but nothing like a super model (I’m too pale to be one too, not to mention too short). Obviously, I like bondage, specifically self bondage, but more than that I like humiliation. Which leads to self bondage in public (or public-ish) places and a whole slew of other fetishes that we’ll get into in the future. It also leads into this story. About three weeks ago the business on the top floor of the building I work in moved to a new location. This left the top floor completely abandoned, which opened up an idea that had been percolating in my mind for a while. I’ve always wanted to be tied up in a bathroom stall, on the floor or face into the toilet. It’s that whole humiliation thing, obviously. The idea of discovery plus the humiliation of being tied with my head in a toilet is a pretty potent turn on. Of course, it’s the idea of being discovered. Actual being found like that would seem like a really bad idea. But with a floor completely abandoned… It took me a few days, but I figured out a plan. My lunchbreak is usually about an hour, and I frequently leave the office to hit the gym during that time. Which makes for a perfect way to slip away with a bag of stuff for about an hour. At home, the night before, I loaded my gymbag with the gear I’d need, and froze a bunch of keys for the various locks along with a long piece of kite string (tied to the locks) in a piece of tupperware. Getting ready for work I skipped out on panties on whim, going with just garter and stockings under a skirt and a longsleeved blouse. At work I put the tupperware in the freezer and got ready to try and do some work before my fun. I fidgeted through the first half of the day, lost in thought about my upcoming lunch break. Finally, when the day reached a reasonable time, I grabbed my tupperware of ice and keys from the company kitchen, grabbed my bag, and headed to the service elevator. I was practically bouncing by the time I got up to the fifth floor and entered the bathroom. Entering the handicapped stall I set the bag down, took off my top and my bra, and slid my skirt off. Now I was clad only in my garter belt, stockings, and high heels. I took everything out of my bag and put my clothes in it, locking the zipper tabs together. Regardless of anything else, I was now stuck mostly naked until the ice melted. I knelt on the floor of the bathroom, shivering briefly as my knees touched the cold tile, and reached into the pile of items from the bag for a pair of hair bands which I used to pull my hair back into two loose pigtails. Next, I pulled out two long ropes, which I used to make braided coils from one handicap bar to the other, one towards the door stall and one towards the toilet. Leaning forward to rest my neck on the toilet bowl, I made sure that I could hook my arms up over it behind me and rest them at the elbows. I then took two short ropes, tied them around the base of each pigtail, near the hairbands, and loosely braided them in with the hair. The basic preparations complete, I settled down to the real bondage work. Standing up, I grabbed a few coils of rope and passed them around my chest, above and below my breasts. Reaching behind, I knotted off most of the rope to the side of my back, looped the remainder over one shoulder, through the ropes in front between my breasts, and back over the other shoulder, tying them all off into the original knot. My boobs started to swell and darken, and my nipples hardened at the increased sensitivity. Reaching back down, I grabbed another long length of rope, which I passed around my waist twice before passing it loosely down through my pussy and up through my butt cheeks. I pulled it up through the rope around my waist, but didn’t tie it off, leaving about five feet of it hanging loose behind me. Going back to the (diminishing) pile on the floor, I grabbed a butt plug and some lube. After thoroughly lubing it up, I slid the butt plug in till it popped into place. I then grabbed a vibrator (ribbed for my pleasure) and slid it in place too. Turning both on low I pulled the crotch rope a bit tighter to keep them in place and knelt back down. I stopped there, for a moment, savoring the sensation of the ropes embracing my breasts and splitting my pussy, with the low vibrations of the plug and vibrator. It was delicious, but I wasn’t done yet. A set of ankle cuffs came out of the pile next, with a three link chain connecting them. Fastening them, I grabbed a rope ratchet and tied it to the middle link, and then fed a length of rope through it. Both ends of that length of rope were draped over the braided coil closer to the toilet, and one end of it was fastened to a pair of wrist cuffs. I pulled out a second rope ratchet and tied it to the other braided coil, feeding the extra rope from my crotch tie into it. Then I took out the ice/key combo and hung it from the hook on the stall door, tying the long end of the kite string to my wrist. I was close the moment of truth, but there was two things left to consider. The last items on the floor were a ball gag and pair of clover clamps, each with a long piece of kite string tied through a small sponge. Picking them up, I dropped the sponge into the toilet and waved my other hand in front of the motion sensor, setting off the auto-flush. As I had hoped, there was a strong but not really strong pull on the nipple clamps. I put on the ball gag and tightened its strap. Then, taking a deep breath through my nose and bracing for the pain, I fastened a clamp to my right nipple and then the left. I shook for just a moment, then just stayed still as the initial pain subsided, feeling the early stirring of an orgasm inside me. Using all my willpower, I didn’t reach down to play with myself or turn up the vibrators. Instead, I leaned forward until my neck was again resting on the toilet bowl, making sure the sponge was not yet in the toilet. I grabbed the rope braided into my pigtails and tied each one to the pipe running into the back of the toilet, which I could just barely reach. It was a good thing I had removed the sponge–in getting the ropes tied to the pipe I set off the auto flush twice. Taking the sponge and placing it in the toilet, with my head now pinned to the rim, almost face into the water, I reached behind me for the wrist cuffs. After a bit of fumbling I got them locked on. I then grabbed the end of the rope from my crotch tie, and started pulling tight. The ratchet did its job, taking up the slack and not letting the rope slide back at all. I got it just to this side of painful, and before I had time to think about it gave it one more sharp tug, pulling it deep inside my pussy lips and jamming the vibrator and butt plug deep inside me. I let go of that rope, and grabbed the other end of the rope connecting my wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. I pulled it as tight as I could, leaving all my weight on my elbows over the braided coil and on my knees. A little bit of my weight rested on my neck, making it just slightly difficult to breathe. Like it or not, I was in it for the long haul now–good thing I liked it! Lets go over this again, for anyone who got lost. At this point I was in a sort of hogtie, with most of my weight on my knees. My arms were pulled up over my head and bent backwards over a coil of rope between the handicap bars, and connected to my ankles by another length of rope. My head was tied down by my own pigtails to the toilet, keeping my head more or less in the water–if I relaxed my neck, my face would drop in. I was only in garter and stockings and heels, with a tight crotch rope holding in a vibrator and a butt plug and ratcheted tight against another rope coil on the handicapped bars. My breasts were bound, and clover clamps were viciously pinching my nipples. The clamps were attached by a cord of string to a sponge floating in the toilet–if I moved enough to set off the auto-flush, the sponge would go round and round and get partly sucked down, pulling on the clamps attached to my nipples. And I had about half an hour before the ice melts enough that my keys would fall so I could reel them in and let myself out of this. I tried to stay still for awhile, enjoying the buzzing in my pussy and butt. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, but with the vibrators set low it was just that: the beginnings and nothing else. Gently, I rocked back a little, testing how far I could move. I didn’t have much slack, but there was enough to rock slightly into the crotch rope, rubbing my pussy lips and clit and pushing the vibrators deeper in. I started rocking back rhythmically, going slowly and steady to keep from pulling my hair or setting off the flush. The feelings from the vibrators and rope got stronger and stronger, rising up to a climax. Suddenly there was a click and a mechanical whine from the autoflush–I had moved too much and set it off. A torrent of water flushed into the bowl, pulling furiously on the sponge and tearing at the clamps. My little test hadn’t been that good–it hurt a lot more than I had expected. I was half expecting to see the clamps and my nipples go down the toilet as I screamed into my gag, it hurt so much. In the midst of the pain, my orgasm exploded and I rocked back and forth in my bonds, hardly noticing as a spray of water hit me in the face as the toilet refilled. I lay there, slack for a moment, as I recovered. My nostrils were flaring for air. With the pressure from the toilet rim and the water seeping into my nose, I felt vaguely like I was drowning. My nipples were on fire, as was my scalp from the repeated pulling at my hair. It had been an amazing orgasm, but I seriously hurt now, and if I hadn’t completely lost track of time, I had at least another 20 minutes to go. It wasn’t long before I caught myself rocking against the crotch rope again. The vibrators weren’t powerful, but they certainly had enough going to keep me wanting more. I tried to hold still, but the sensations were too strong, and soon I was pushing against the rope for all it was worth, until I heard the click and whir again, and had to brace for another horrible round of abuse on my poor nipples. In the midst of it, like last time, I had an amazing orgasm–quite possibly stronger than the last–that left me very nearly senseless. I dropped my head into the toilet, losing for a moment all muscle power, and came up gasping and snorting for air. I pulled on the kite string, hoping to pull the key free, but it held fast. I had no idea how much longer I was going to be in here, or how much time had past. I resolved to hold very still–I didn’t think my nipples could take another round of the sponge-based torture. The bathroom was very quiet–just the sound of my breathing, the creak of the ropes, the steady drip from the melting ice, and the faint buzz of the vibrators in my butt and pussy. My arms and knees and back were aching with fatigue, and everything else burned. I was starting to have trouble breathing as more and more weight came to rest on my neck. I was tired and I wanted to get myself out of this mess as quickly as possible. Holding still was a losing battle–in a slight shift to try and get less weight on my neck I set of the flush again, triggering another round of torture and partial drowning, which got me going enough that I couldn’t begin to stop myself from rocking against my ropes. It became a vicious cycle–the flush would set off, causing me to jump and wiggle, which would end up with me rocking, which would end up with the flush going off again. I had a little orgasm everytime it seemed, no matter how much it hurt. Again and again my nipples were pulled on and water was sprayed over my face, and more than once I dropped my head into the water again. After what seemed like endless repetition my world went white as the biggest orgasm I could imagine tore through me–it went on and on, with my whole body tensed against the ropes. I have no idea if the flush went off again during that time or not. I came back to my senses with head just above the water. Dumbly, I tested the kite string, and blissfully found that the ice had melted. Over a course of a few minutes I reeled in the keys and managed to get my wrists free. My ankles dropped to the floor and I slowly and stiffly raised my arms up and off the braided coil. I had marks across the inside of each elbow–deep grooves from where they had rested on the coil. I undid my hair, and reaching down I undid the nipple clamps, yelling into my gag again and almost cumming from the pain as blood circulation was restored. I undid the rest of my bondage a quickly as I could, opened my bag and swapped rope and gear for clothing, which I quickly changed back into. I stepped out of the stall and checked myself in the mirror. I was mess. I had tightened the gag too far and had lines from the strap on either side of my lips. My hair was bedraggled from all the water, there was drool and water all down my chin, and all my makeup was running. It looked like I had been sobbing for the last 20 minutes, which on reflection might have been true. Going back down to my floor I managed to steal back into my office without anyone seeing me, where I did what I could to fix my makeup and used a ton of concealer to hide the gag strap lines. As it turned out, I had another 15 minutes left to my lunchbreak, but in my sore state food just didn’t sound that appealing. Besides, what salad could compare with self bondage? ...

I was sitting at my computer when Hank came up to me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pressing his muzzle against the back of my ears. His breath was warm on my fur & teased my ears. His arms were strong, held tight under my chest and he had the smell of trash lingering over him. No surprise as he was a garbage man. It was how we met in fact. ...

As silly as it was, it felt like he right choice to go to the local mall for my dinner. It had been a number of days since I had anything at all to eat, so I was starting to get a little peckish. Even the thought of food made my stomach start to rumble in anticipation. I placed a hand over it and smiled. “Soon enough,” I said in a whisper as I walked towards the food court. ...

The mall was empty for a Saturday, it seemed like everyone else had something better to do with there time. Of course I was in one of the smaller corners of the mall, it was never that busy, but today it was like it was closed. I crossed my arms and walked to the small storefront in the back corner. Behind the glass was a collection of mannequins, each one a different species and in a different outfit. There was a vixen, a lioness and a raccoon, but not a single mouse. Sticking my tongue out, I copied the pose of one of the plastic women, then giggled. “I wouldn’t be much of a model,” I said to myself, turning around to walk away. ...

Rusty surprised me when I came home; he was waiting just past the door of the apartment, leaning against the far wall with a black trash bag in his hand. After a long day of work that was the end of a long week of work seeing my wolf holding that was just the thing to brighten me up. It meant he had plans for the long weekend, the kind of plans that made me giddy just by looking at him. ...

Chapter 11 Ann knelt on the freezing ground shivering, her head covered in water that she had just gulped down greedily from the horse trough just moments before. While she had been moving she had been able to keep herself warm, but now that she had stopped, her sweat drenched body could feel the full effect of the bitter December chill. She was also exhausted. Although not unfit, pulling a cart and passenger for ten miles over a rough track, complete with a passenger for several hours was not her bodies idea of gentle exercise. Although Dave had given her sports drink and regular stops, it was not enough to replace the salts and fluids that she had lost. She had hit what athletes call “The Wall” about an hour ago. She was not sure how she had made it this far, but she had her legs had been ravaged by cramps and spasms for the last mile. ...

Chapter 12 Ann and Nicky chatted amiably as they sat in the cart trundling along the country roads. The occasional grunt or sound that could have been a swear word escaped through the bridal that Dave the horse wore, which earned him a flick of the whip. “He doesn’t seem very happy,” Ann observed with a righteous grin as she remembered herself in a similar position only the day before. ...

Keeping marriage boredom from settling in after 35+ years is always fun and challenging. My husband, Techster, has always been a willing and fun subject for my erotic and bondage experiments. I enjoy seeing him helpless with his most private parts and that nicely shaped butt of his fully exposed for my pleasure (and his torment). In honor of our anniversary (35+ years) I thought it would be fun to design and build a heavy all steel restraint system. This system would combine a collar with a spreader bar and a linking bar that would force him to stand and waddle/walk bent over so that nicely shaped butt is available for my viewing and torment. I started with the spreader bar his ankles would be kept 22 inches apart, that way he could waddle/walk, but only slowly. The cuffs of the spreader would be formed from 1/4-inch thick steel bar 2-inches wide. ...

You’ve been preparing for this for a long time, but hadn’t had a chance to try it out yet. Well, maybe tonight will be the night. You’d already put all your keys into a locking box - except the key for the box itself. Once the box was locked shut, you inserted the key into the mechanism of another box - but we’ll get to that box later. Suffice to say, the key is not coming out on it’s own. You’ve got some stuff to do tonight, so you forget about the keys for a while until you come home and see your thumbcuffs on the desk. You know you don’t have the keys for them, but you’re feeling like playing, and have some time on your hands. Before you can change your mind, you snap them on. So now you’ve got thumbcuffs on… No big deal… Except that you can’t take them off. After about an hour or so, it gets really annoying to work the mouse like that. By now, you’re kinda wanting to take them off, but you know there’s a lot more to it then that. The keys to those thumbcuffs are in the lockbox, and the key to the lockbox is in the mechanism of another box, one that you go in. And that box will only spit the key (and you) back out once you’ve been in it a while. There’s another catch. The big box won’t lock and start it’s countdown until all of it’s switches are pressed. There’s one under where your neck goes, one on each internal wrist cuff. and two at your ankles. You put on the collar - it’ll only stay closed with a lock, so you put one through it, knowing that key… all your keys… are in the box. There’s a metal post off the back of the collar that will push the switch inside the box, and lock the collar in place once they’re all triggered. You do the same for your wrists and and ankles, putting cuffs with posts on them on and locking them shut. You lay down inside the comfortably padded long box The door is propped open by the mechanism, and as you lay down, you fit the back of the collar into it’s post, your ankles’ posts go into the holes for them. And you pull on the special belt and cinch it tight. Finally, you insert the two wrist posts into the center bar that attaches to your collar and the belt… Nothing happens… No click, no top swinging down, you can still move. Shit.. You forgot the gag. You reach up above your head and pull down the inflatable gag mounted on the u-shaped metal. You insert it into your mouth and the two posts find their holes below your head this time as you insert your wrists posts into the sockets. They immediately snick into place… That was fast - you weren’t sure if you really wanted to do it, but it was almost like something had grabbed them and made this very final. You try your neck and head, but both the gag and collar are now very securely stuck there. The gag slowly starts to inflate, and you feel the third strap of the special belt spring to life as the lid slowly swings and ratchets shut. Above you, the airbags on the lid begin to inflate, pressing down on your body and holding you in a firm embrace, leaving only your head uncrushed by their pressure breathing is labored, but not unenjoyable, and you can breathe the filtered air from the outside okay. Outside, a small LED readout blinks 5:27… 5:27… 5:27 Then finally 5:26. Just about smack dab in the middle of the 12 hour random cycle you’d programmed in earlier. You settle in, drifting out to a beautifully comfortable, but completely immobile subspace. You don’t know how long you’re in for, but once you put on those thumbcuffs, it was inevitable. You accept your fate and wait, drifting in and out of dreams. ...

I work over night so when I arrived home Monday morning the first thing I did is take the kids to school. It takes about 10 minutes. I did this and returned home. I noticed a note on the bed and so I read it. It said: “Take a shower and then tie yourself spread to the bed. Put 15 clips on your balls and shaft and use the clothshanger with clips on your nipples and tie off to the bed (it’s one of those metal hangers with clips to hold the cloths). Gag and blindfold yourself and wait. I am not sure how long this will last.” That was all it said. ...

Strand had been planning to meet his new friend, they had decided to meet for lunch at a local restaurant. They both were into bondage but Chris was into much more pain and had a Mistress. Strand wondered if he would get to meet Chris’s Mistress and if he did what would happen. On the day of the meeting Strand was nervous as he walked down the street to the restaurant, what would happen today he wondered. He entered and found a seat in the corner, he was about a half hour early and he wanted to get a seat where he could watch the door. He waited for a while as people came and went. Then a big guy came into the restaurant wearing a blue shirt and jean shorts. This is what his friend had said he would be wearing. He stopped and looked around and Strand waved to him. He moved over to the table and ask if he was Strand. Strand said yes and they both sat at the table. ...

Forgive? Well, Hillary can do so with her philandering husband, but not me. I found out by accident that Sidney had a girlfriend, but they had not gone to the sex part of it - - yet. This I found out by snooping on his e-mails. I also found out they were going to take it all the way while I was out of the country on business for a fortnight. For obvious reasons - - financial - - he could not survive without me. So I knew I could confront him and get away with any threats and action I wanted. ...

As usual in the morning yesterday, my husband cuddled against me as he started to stir, but this morning would be a little different. I snuck off to the bathroom, freshened up, brushed my teeth and my hair, and snuck back into bed. I had decided what I wanted as soon as I woke and felt his hardness pressing innocently into my back; I wanted to have a day of fun! I told my husband exactly what I wanted; for him to make me do anything HE wanted all day long and I didn’t want to have to leave the house, that was pretty much the last thing I did yesterday, that I had not been ordered to do. ...

In this day and age, they tell every young man (and woman) who wants to become a wizard (or witch, sorcerer, sorceress, warlock, etc.) that the world doesn’t need magic anymore. This, Colin knew, was bullshit. Or at best, a half-truth. His specialty was polymorphism, and even before he’d graduated, he’d realized that virtually every human being alive wanted magic, provided it would meekly obey their desires. He had become a rich man by making fat women thin and ugly men handsome, and occasionally the reverse. ...

My fiance needs the truck to go to work today… I gladly hand her my keys; which has the key to my handcuffs on the ring. Shortly after she takes off… a plan forms in my head. We both love to play various bondage games, both of us a ‘switch’ and she even likes me to dress in lingerie every now and again. This day, I wait for her to get to work and clean up around the house a bit. I wait until she only has 2 hours left on the clock and I jump in the shower for a quick rinse. ...

My fiance needs the truck to go to work today… I gladly hand her my keys; which has the key to my handcuffs on the ring. Shortly after she takes off… a plan forms in my head. We both love to play various bondage games, both of us a ‘switch’ and she even likes me to dress in lingerie every now and again. This day, I wait for her to get to work and clean up around the house a bit. I wait until she only has 2 hours left on the clock and I jump in the shower for a quick rinse. ...

I’d been with John for nearly a year and we had had loads of fun, although it had meant a reduction in my personal playtime. I had still not told him about my selfbondage fetish, basically because I was not sure HOW to tell him rather than not wanting to. The subject of what we were going to do for our 1 year anniversary came up and I told him I was going to serve him something very special at my flat. He agreed to come round in the evening. Little did he know what that something special was going to be. ...