Ding Dong by James Smith M/f; model; costume; maid; photo; drug; strip; bond; gag; encase; insert; toys; electro; cupboard; forniphilia; object; cons/nc; X The girl stood on the front porch. She was tall and lithe, unusually pretty, her lightly tanned face framed exquisitely by her long, dark hair. Her wavy locks, raven black and shining in the morning sun, cascaded halfway down her back. The girl was indeed pretty – but her hair was startling beautiful, the kind of hair that drew admiring stares from men and envious glances from women. ...

As the train chuffs through the darkening countryside I covertly study the ladies sitting opposite me. Both are wearing long black leather coats trimmed with dark fur and matching fur hats. Each has a beautiful white silk scarf caressing her throat. I don’t think they realise how closely I am studying them but I can’t be sure because their eyes are hidden behind tinted glasses. On one of them the silk scarf shimmers in the last rays of sunlight. I wonder who they can be. They seem important, almost as if they are managers or senior politicians. If so they are very unusual for that time and country. ...

Grand Prize winner of the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Connie had been married twice before. Once, she married for young love, and the second time for security. Both marriages brought neither. Both husbands lacked the same basic skill that Connie was negligent in herself, communication. She was too shy and embarrassed to explain to each poor, suffering man that the reason their sex life was so boring was because she wanted something more. She wanted to be dominated, and controlled. She wanted to be bound so her real inhibitions could be set free. But that never happened. Both men felt their love problems were their own faults. Both men were good men, but both men left the marriage guilt riddled, feeling that they had failed her. ...

I’d been overseas for 3 months, with only phone contact with A. Now I was back. Instructions had been given from my last stopover for her preparations. A had to be ready at 8.30. She was to be dressed and blindfolded in her black latex catsuit and hood with the remote control butt plug inserted. All the rubber was to be laid out neatly in our playroom along with all the implements of punishment and pleasure. ...

“Would you care to explain to me what this is?” The voice of John’s wife of one year, Cindy, barked at him. John figured he knew what she was talking about but decided to play it loose and cool. He finished pulling his key out of the front door and put them in his pocket. He looked up at his wife sitting on the couch. “What are you talking about honey?” He asked in reply. ...

The Island - Part Three Madame began in a firm voice: “You have all read and signed The Rules, or you would not be here. Nevertheless, I will read them again, because there Will be a Test on Monday. Before you will be allowed to board the ferry back to the mainland, each slave will be ungagged, if necessary, and asked if The Rules were obeyed. If the answer is NO, and we decide we have reason to believe the slave, the offending guest will be seized and added to our stable for one year. Period.” ...

Priscilla wondered how she would look to beings from other worlds. She had pondered this question many times, for as long as she could remember. She ran her long rubber fingers over her perfectly round breasts, tweaking the rubber nipples as her fingers passed near them. As her fantasy dream sequence appeared on her secondary visual optics, she felt her love zones moisten and begin to pulsate. Just thinking about what it would be like, and what others would think, made the dream sequence come on, and activate the rest of the things that happened to her body when the dreams appeared. ...

I was laying half on the floor and half in the air. The part of my body that was hanging in the air was about from my waist down. The upper half was pretty much face down on the carpet. The main reason, well honestly the only reason I was like that was because I couldn’t find the knife to cut myself down. Believe me it wasn’t such a wonderful position to be in. However, let me start from the beginning. ...

I love to look at myself in the mirror, especially when I know I look good. Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not a stuck up or vain man, when I look good I look good. No extra weight around my stomach, legs are better than average. Fantastic butt. I just wish other people could see me like this, or at least my wife. One more glance in the mirror. Black was my color. Shiny black spandex to be exact. The black footed tights I had on shaped my legs just right and the seams running from my toes up the back of the legs to the waist were as straight as you could get them. The tight spandex black leotard I had on over the tights fit perfectly. I looked as good as any woman I had seen wearing the same outfit. The crotch of the leotard didn’t show the bulge of my erect penis too much. I had tucked it down between my legs as far as I could. The only thing bad about that was that every time I moved there was so much pressure against my crotch I thought I would probably shoot off. ...

Nothing to do tonight. I’ve been divorced so long it seems like forever. So I do what I usually do when I’m bored and horny. I get the ropes and pantyhose out of the drawer and get ready to have some good intense orgasms. Self-bondage can make me have the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I don’t know if it’s the straining against the ropes are just not having any control. It’s just great. ...

Part 4 Chapter 9: Getting some legal help That night Kelly and Amanda started planning how to get all of the lose ends of my life on the outside of the hospital cleaned up. Amanda called her friend Robin the lawyer and told her what she needed from her. The attorney on the other end of the phone was not sure if the phone call was a joke or not. ...

It was the worst storm of the past fifty years. Howling winds and pouring rain pounded southern California for two days. Late on the second day, a Saturday, lightning struck several power substations, causing massive power surges that blacked out hundreds of buildings and pretty much fried many computer systems without sufficient surge protection. One of those systems belonged to Serendipity, Inc, California’s largest producer of sexual androids. While not totally destroyed, Serendipity’s computer did lose large blocks of data due to the surge. When power was restored late on Sunday, the computer rebooted and began trying to piece together what remained of it’s data stores. Most seriously damaged was the file of human sexual preferences, from which the specs for new androids were developed. Originally containing almost every possible sexual preference, only one now remained: ...

Late one night, I was watching a target house that I wanted to break into a steal some diamond jewelry that I saw this girl wearing at a club one night. The house was a Victorian style house with a long driveway that had 4’ shrubs all the way around it and lining the driveway. I was parked out across the street, no street lights around, just blank darkness. I knew that the owner, a single college-aged girl who’s parents left to her when they moved away. The college aged girl named Julie, was a college student and captain of the Dance Squad at the local college. I have seen her before on TV and recently at a local dance club at night. I had followed her to this house to see where she lived after seeing her dance the night away wearing loads of diamond jewelry along with a black leather sports bra, black skin-tight leather pants and black knee high 3” spiked-heel boots, the kind with a zipper on the sides. ...

“Tonight it’s time for a special experiment,” said Doc patting me on my head. “Are you sure you can assist me on that matter, Nancy?” I tried to nod my head, though my current posture didn’t allow much movement. I was standing on my knees on a metal lab table, my neck, wrists and ankles were locked wide apart in thick black plastic stocks fixed to the opposite sides of the table top. I was bent over the padded metal frame running across the table, my head was fixed on a level with my feet. My bottom was protruding back and up and my breasts were dangling below, nipples touching the cold metal surface. My white lab coat laid folded properly on a couch beside the table as well as blouse, skirt and undies. Shoes went under the couch. I was totally naked, for the sake of purity of the experiment. ...

Brittany frowned as she eyed her newest acquisition. Looking like a cross between a wine bottle and a vase, the long neck vessel had recently been unearthed at a dig sponsored by the local university. Deemed of no real historical value, the bottle, along with other more-or-less worthless items, had been sold by the university in it’s never-ending quest for more money. And Brittany, incurable bargain hunter, had been unable to resist this latest purchase. ...

Michelle 4: A Lesson Learnt My captor had left me tied to the post for ages. I was dressed all in black, wearing thick tights and elbow-length gloves underneath a long-sleeved polo-neck body. This was finished off with ear plugs, a ball gag, a sleeping mask as a blindfold, and a black hood covering my whole head and tucked into the neck of the body. My hands were tied behind the post, above my head, and my ankles were tied behind the post as well. ...

I have been a player for many years and enjoy the helplessness of really secure bondage. I have collected many toys over the years, lots of rope, various gags, leather cuffs and harnesses, leg irons, nipple clamps, handcuffs (chain linked, hinged, rigid), thumbcuffs, hoods, sleepsacks and even a chastity belt. But I still find good tight rope bondage to be the most fun. The advantage of rope is there are no locks to jam, buckles to over tighten or keys to lose. Most people can untie knots or use scissors, snips or knives to release you. ...

I have always had stirring towards bondage but only practised very lightly with some rope. Usually for a short time each evening whenever I felt like it. I had not been out apart from going to work, but in the evening I sat indoors every night bored beyond belief. That was until I saw the film where the girl was captured and cruelly tied up and carted off unable to contact anybody or scream. ...

continued from part two Part 3 - Finale It was about 4:30 PM when I left Jennifer’s house rushing home to get ready for the evening. I wanted to return early to set Jen free so she had time to get ready for tonight, that is if she still wanted to go. I was also going to have a little more fun with her before I let her go. After quickly showering, I put on an evening suit, grabbed my digital camera and headed back to Jen’s house. ...

Michelle 5: When Things go Wrong After one experience of what can happen if you leave yourself vulnerable to strangers when practicing my passionate love of self-bondage, I agreed with my house-mate Emma that she would come in to make sure I was safe whenever I had a yellow ‘post-it’ on the outside of my door, with a time written on it and when that time had passed. Safe in this knowledge, I continued my experiments with serious self-bondage, always planning my escape, but knowing that I could still get free if that failed. Perhaps that made me a bit over-confident, because finally I did get things wrong again. ...