I’d like to tell you about a very scary experience I had in TV self bondage. It was not long after my interest in TV bondage had become very strong that I felt a need for outdoor bondage photos. At that time I had never met another TV, much less been tied by one. Also, my wife does not participate, so all of my bondage is self applied. The location was southern Alabama in the mid-60’s. You didn’t want to get caught because there were no liberals in Alabama in those days. ...

About a year ago, I had bought one of my very favorite pieces of clothing. A knee-length leather corset dress. Even though I was just a student, I had saved up enough money to finally pursue some of my passions. Leather clothing and bondage were top of my list. The combination of the two was irresistible. I always thought of myself as fairly attractive. I had just turned 24, was a first year law student at Stanford University, and had even begun a modeling career before applying to Law School. But developing any sort of social life during my first year at Stanford proved totally impossible. Even when I tried my very best by wearing skin tight leather pants and 5-inch heels to my small study groups, I had no luck. ...

What a day this was finally going to be. I could just relax, unwind and most of all have peace and quiet with no one around to distract me from doing absolutely nothing but some small yard work, swim in the pool or just do whatever it is that I wanted. The weather was beyond perfect on this June day at a warm but pleasant 26C with a mild wind and no one home. You see after a very long week at work and with my wife’s 24 year old younger sister moving in with us for the summer, time was at a premium. ...

Kay’s husband vanished in a puff of smoke. Well, not really – but it seemed that way. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. Her Dad was right, “A shifty bastard” he’d said. God, it’s nauseating when your parents are spot on. She grabbed another chocolate from the almost empty box and flicked through the channels. ‘Couch potato’ she thought, ‘more like couch mould, slow growing fungus, a mildewed arse.’ She’d always been prone to hyperbole, mainly when upset. But in this case, it was reasonable. It’s not everyday you catch your old man with his dick in his secretary, or more accurately her mouth. ...

The alarm rang its warning slightly early. Angie stirred. She had the bed to herself. Calmly, she rose and got ready for work, before wandering to the kitchen. She put a pot of coffee on then noticed her husband sprawled on the couch, still sleeping. He looked child-like, vulnerable. He’d kicked off the doona that had covered him in the night and wearing only small black briefs, lay there in all his glory. She liked his body. He was tall and solidly built, heavier than her lover. Faint, fair hair curled across his chest and down to his tummy, which was slowly moving in and out in time with his breathing. He could stand to lose a kilo or two, but it didn’t bother her. His short blonde hair - flecked with grey - stood out at odd angles. She nudged him awake, “Here, have some coffee.” ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** Friday 7:00 PM Professor Purvis sat at his study, reviewing the last forms for the day. He had to make sure all the copyright forms were set in place, that all the technical schematics were in order, and that the contract with International Sex Co. was all set. He smiled. Right now, everything was going so well. By the end of the year, he was going to be a rich man. A very rich man indeed. ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** Friday 7:00 PM Professor Purvis sat at his study, reviewing the last forms for the day. He had to make sure all the copyright forms were set in place, that all the technical schematics were in order, and that the contract with International Sex Co. was all set. He smiled. Right now, everything was going so well. By the end of the year, he was going to be a rich man. A very rich man indeed. ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** The New Mexico desert Friday 9:00 PM There was little to keep the driver of the semi truck occupied as he drove through the dark night, carrying his cargo to their final destination, a medium size town stuck out in the middle of nowhere. He had been driving for a week now, and his curiosity was getting to him. Just what was in those boxes in the back? His employer’s hadn’t told him. “Take it here,” was all they said, “And no questions asked.” ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** The New Mexico desert Friday 9:00 PM There was little to keep the driver of the semi truck occupied as he drove through the dark night, carrying his cargo to their final destination, a medium size town stuck out in the middle of nowhere. He had been driving for a week now, and his curiosity was getting to him. Just what was in those boxes in the back? His employer’s hadn’t told him. “Take it here,” was all they said, “And no questions asked.” ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** Sunday 10:00 PM “All right, all right! Look sharp men! We arrive in ten minutes!” The APC rolled through the dark desert night, en route to the small town of Gidson. Inside, the group of National Guard troops checked and double checked their weapons and gear, making themselves ready for combat at a moments notice. There was talking as well. The men were abuzz with ideas about what was happening. The official briefing said that there had been an unidentified emergency radioed in from the town the night before. Since then all, all contact to the town had stopped. ...

A re-imagining of the original story “Smart Duct tape” by Naughtylittlegirl *** Sunday 10:00 PM “All right, all right! Look sharp men! We arrive in ten minutes!” The APC rolled through the dark desert night, en route to the small town of Gidson. Inside, the group of National Guard troops checked and double checked their weapons and gear, making themselves ready for combat at a moments notice. There was talking as well. The men were abuzz with ideas about what was happening. The official briefing said that there had been an unidentified emergency radioed in from the town the night before. Since then all, all contact to the town had stopped. ...

Please read the first story before reading this sequal *** “Come on Joe, get that net up!” “Yeah, yeah, I hear you!” The winch on the old fishing boat groaned and creaked as it was turned to full speed. Smoke began to belch as it continued hauling in the large net that was dragging in the ocean far below. “I’m not sure the winch can take it!” The captain was not daunted. “It’ll take it! Just relax already!” ...

Finding the address had been simple in it self, obviously no one was supposed to check all the accounts. So later that night she stood in the shadows across from the warehouse of the plastic novelty company, waiting till the coast was clear for her to have a closer look at the business that funds from her business accounts had been diverted to. A short while later she saw her ex-manger leave the warehouse and drive off, the reason she had gotten rid of him as a manger, was that she thought he had been embezzling her money, but could never find anything, until the day she had found that payment slip in her office and had checked the number, to find that her production company had paid the plastic novelty co over 20 thousand dollars for props that she knew they never used. ...

A daydream by candy I don’t know how much, if any of this will make sense to you, as it has taken me years to make sense of the confusion that was my life for so, so long. Thinking back what will be more than 2yrs ago this August, I married John after knowing him as a friend for years and years growing up. We didn’t really date, like most couples do… it was just, well… like we just knew we were meant to be together forever. He finally asked me to marry him and I eagerly accepted his proposal. ...

Heather galloped along Saunton Sands on the pure white horse, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind. Her body was in unison with “White Lightning”. She rose and fell with the galloping of the horse and each time she hit the saddle, she felt her pubes being pressurised! She loved it and realised why women love horse riding! She was very lucky to have found White Lightning saddled and ready to go. Her escape was a very close call indeed.Too close for comfort! ...

“Are you sure you want to go through with this,” asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form standing before him. “If you want, we can stop now.” Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive frame fairly glowed as she stood in the centre of Jack’s spacious special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes. ...

“Are you sure you want to go through with this,” asked Jack, smiling innocently at the exotic form standing before him. “If you want, we can stop now.” Monica paused half a second, then beamed brightly at him. Her diminutive frame fairly glowed as she stood in the center of Jack’s spacious special-effects studio. She had recently emerged from the shower; clean-shaven and utterly denuded of any hair save her head and her eyelashes. Even so, her short hair had been swept back and concealed underneath an opaque latex membrane, smoothed and affixed to her pale, flawless skin by the judicious application of spirit gum. ...

I received a telephone call a few days ago whilst at home. At first I thought it was a standard survey until some unexpected questions came up. The next thing I know the woman at the end of the phone is arranging an appointment for me to meet someone next week. The woman on the phone gave me a name and address and told me to meet this person at 2pm next Thursday. I did enquire as to the reason for the meeting but was unable to get any more information out of her. After the phone call I tried a 1471 but was advised that the number had been withheld so I could not trace the call. As the day grew closer I became anxious as to the reason for the meeting. I had checked the address I had been given and it appeared to be a good 30 minutes bus ride away from my home so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. The day finally arrived and I decided to dress casually, I picked up my keys and headed down to the bus stop in good time. The bus arrived at 1:15 which gave me plenty of time before my appointment. I arrived at the address well before 2pm. I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. After a short wait a young woman opened the front door, she was wearing a black and red corset which also had a very short PVC skirt attached and black PVC tights, she asked me for my name and then ushered me inside before closing the door. ...

Dave took a step back, and watched Maggie unbutton her blouse. He could see she was breathing heavily. Was it from fear or excitement, he wondered. She dropped the blouse to the wet beach and quickly unsnapped her bra. It fell atop the shirt. Dave knew then, seeing her erect nipples and goose-pimple flesh that her arousal was intense. Five paces before her, the creature coiled its glistening tentacles. It waited patiently, as if knowing the prey would come to it. Maggie slowly unzipped her jeans. She slid them down her legs, then sat in a shallow puddle to get them past her feet. She sat in the soft wet sand, naked but for the panties. She pulled this last item down her thighs. Dave felt an erection building in his loose shorts. He could sense his woman was nearing orgasm before even making contact with the beast. She lay back, nude on the beach. Her eyes closed. Unconsciously her right leg extended, leaving a shallow trench in the sand. ...

Elaine Sostak had arrived just before lunch for the interview. This was to be her first job. Getting the job did not concern her, her hunger did. She had years of training in French and the school needed a French teacher. She had black hair cut just above the shoulders, deep brown eyes, cute slightly upturned nose and full lips. For the interview she had chosen a knit sweater pulled tightly over her ample breasts, and a short plaid skirt revealing soft, smooth legs. She was directed to the principal’s conference room and entered confidently. ...