WARNING: This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. The bondage situation described should NEVER be attempted in real life as it could cause severe and permanent injury. The author appreciates the input from TENGEW who reviewed the draft. Well, maybe I had gone a bit too far! She certainly looked uncomfortable and the whines coming from behind the gag were somewhat plaintive. However, the pulley wheel only needed a few more turns to complete the exercise and she was not exactly in a position to stop me; so I continued. ...

Or - Sometimes You Can Get Too Much Of A Good Thing Darren was the best-looking hunk in the same year as me at college. Standing six foot two with a great body and blond wavy hair - he also captained the college football team - what more could a girl ask for? One day I was chatting to him in a break between lectures and admitted that I knew absolutely nothing about football. He said the team was playing at home on Saturday so why didn’t I come and find out what it was all about? ...

“Holidays from as little as £10” said the advert. Jill Smith looked at it. “It looks rubbish to me. It can’t be that good!” she said to her husband Barry. She continued, “Any holiday for £10 can’t be all that it is cracked up to be!” Barry looked at her and said “It is cheap, we can’t afford much this year. We only use it as a base and as it has a bar, for a drink at night!” ...

The race was on to find Steve. They had put him somewhere and forgotten where they put him. They had to find him before something terrible happened to him! Everyone was driving flat out in their cars to find him. The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on. Everyone was happy. They had always had a pleasant evening at these parties. They each took it in turn to hold the parties. This time it was Steve Collins turn to hold the party. He had always been good for a laugh. So had everybody else. He loved fancy dress parties. His favourite was the vicars and tarts and the schooldays themes. ...

The race was on to find Steve. They had put him somewhere and forgotten where they put him. They had to find him before something terrible happened to him! Everyone was driving flat out in their cars to find him. The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on. Everyone was happy. They had always had a pleasant evening at these parties. They each took it in turn to hold the parties. This time it was Steve Collins turn to hold the party. He had always been good for a laugh. So had everybody else. He loved fancy dress parties. His favourite was the vicars and tarts and the schooldays themes. ...

(Also appears in Buried stories section) The race was on to find Steve. They had put him somewhere and forgotten where they put him. They had to find him before something terrible happened to him! Everyone was driving flat out in their cars to find him. The party started well enough, like all parties. Music lots of drinks and food and plenty of dancing going on. Everyone was happy. They had always had a pleasant evening at these parties. They each took it in turn to hold the parties. This time it was Steve Collins turn to hold the party. He had always been good for a laugh. So had everybody else. He loved fancy dress parties. His favourite was the vicars and tarts and the schooldays themes. ...

Dave and Cherie planned to get married. Dave was an amateur mime act who had the knack of becoming a statue by remaining perfectly still for hours. Cherie was a computer programmer. She earned a lot more than Dave. His main job as self employed was as an electrician. Dave had no work going so decided that he would go to Edinburgh and appear in the street as a statue. “They make a lot of money during the festival” he told Cherie. Cherie said she would not go, but if that is what he wanted, then she would not stop him. ...

Tina always tipped her dustman if she had anything big to take away. They were always willing to oblige for a few pounds. In fact last week, Tina had started to decorate her front room. She had pulled up the 20 foot by 13 foot carpet. She had struggled with it and had eventually got it rolled up and taped. The dustmen took it without any problem. She had stripped the walls and had lots of bags full of torn wallpaper. As she filled them, she had put them in her front garden to await collection. But she only had the one bag of rubbish as she lived on her own. ...

Toby was lying on the soft golden sand soaking up the heat of the sun. All his friends had gone abroad for their holidays when the factory closed for the three weeks. But Toby had found this little cove, hidden from all the world. He knew that no one else would come there. He had been coming here for a few years now and had never seen anyone. Even the road down to it was a dirt track. ...

Toby was lying on the soft golden sand soaking up the heat of the sun. All his friends had gone abroad for their holidays when the factory closed for the three weeks. But Toby had found this little cove, hidden from all the world. He knew that no one else would come there. He had been coming here for a few years now and had never seen anyone. Even the road down to it was a dirt track. ...

Jill and Tim wandered about the market in Dar -es - Salem. The sun shone down on Jill’s long blonde hair, causing reflections to sparkle where the sun hit it at the right angle. Tim was looking for some presents to take home to their families. They had been there a week and decided to get the presents over and done with. They had a week to go. “Perhaps we should get them a camel each!” Tim said laughingly looking at the rubbish that was on the stalls in front of them. Jill laughed. They kept on wandering around the market when up came an Arab. “Me, Mustapha. You want to sell golden haired lady. I give you two camels!” he said Tim was taken aback but replied “Ten camels” “Four camels” “Nine camels” “Five camels” ...

“You want velly strong box radies?” The wizzen old Chinese man said the Anne and Stacey, two policewomen. They had wandered into the old curiosity shop and were looking round. They turned and saw the old man looking at them. “Pardon?” Anne asked. “I saw you looking at large strongbox. You seemed to take a long time looking at it! Velly strong. It came from foreign embassy. Cannot tell you which one. Made of Tungsten. Velly strong. Hold small elephant.” ...

It all started like this, I have this pretty cool job and I always try to make the best of any situations that come up, but when there slightly unexpected you can get lost in the moment. I work in a shop and the Office personal are across the way in their own building. Well while being married for a long time nobody really associates with you unless they’re other Men. So after me and my wife separated it became news and gossip between the Secretary’s in the office, I’m not saying I’m great or nothing but I’m not bad either and when you get a little older it becomes a little harder to find your match, let alone maybe a special someone that enjoys bondage as much as I did, or at least appreciated it. ...

She was in a padded cell unlike anything she had known. It was on the small side, but not cramped. The walls were padded in a soft white. The lighting was warm and illuminating, coming from a mirrored ceiling. On one wall was a “couch” formed into it seamlessly. The wall curved out and then back to the floor to provide the seat. The floor was covered in an off white spongy rubber like material. Firm enough to be stable to walk on but with enough spring to prevent injury. Over near the couch though, it was apparent that the floor was different. The material there seemed looser and softer, looking almost like a nest. ...

This is a true story. Well, maybe not, but wouldn’t it be nice? One can always hope. It was our first time at a large bondage oriented event, and we had agreed to make the most of it. Our drive to the somewhat distant city had been enjoyable and relaxing, and we were ready to play. My wife, Sandy, was new to bondage, but seemed to enjoy our home sessions and had made up her mind that she would try to give her all at this event. ...

Her slave was driving her crazy. He keep asking to be made a mummy. She would do it and it would not be strict enough or hard enough. She had, had enough. She ordered him to handcuff himself to the bed, blindfold himself and wait for her. She would fix him once and for all. He followed her instructions and waited handcuffed to the bed. He was nude and had used veet to remove all the hair from his body, including his head. His skin was soft because of the veet he used last night. ...

When I was told to clean myself inside and out I knew some long term mummification was possibly coming up. We both had a week off from work, time for some real long term wrapping. I lost the toss and my wife started by wrapping between my fingers and toes with cotton wool. Then she wrapped my legs separately and then pushed them together and wrapped a thin layer to hold them together. Then came the wrapping of my arms, which were fixed to the side of my body. My whole body was beginning to look like a cotton wool mummy. ...

The following is a work of erotic fiction that involves bondage, mummification, and adult themes. If these subjects are bothersome to you, stop reading now. As I tracked Diana’s form making its way out of the city, his mind flashed back to the words the General had spoken before the beginning of the exam. “You are about to be locked into the simulation chamber you have all grown to both enjoy and despise. There, you will match skills against your fellow classmates as you attempt to gather the full cryptographic key necessary to unlock the door to the chamber. Each of you will be provided one portion of the key, which will be turned over to the individual that manages to affect your capture.” ...

“Girls Gone Kinky” the radio announcer said. “Tomorrow night at the Johnson warehouse, ‘Girls gone Kinky’ will be shooting their Halloween edition. Free admission to girls in costumes. Door open at 6:00 Happy hour all night long. Cash awards to the lucky girls chosen to be in the video.” Sue turned off the car radio and thought about attending the out of season event. It was after all spring break weekend and she had not done anything wild all week or even semester. She felt it was time she cut loose. Halloween in March sounded like the perfect event and a shot at some money wouldn’t be all bad either. ...

Introduction It was late evening on a Friday night when I finally made it to the bar. Nothing fancy, just a plain old sports bar stumbling distance from my house. The place was pretty crowded save for one empty seat at the bar. Obviously my day was about to get better as I sat down next to a gorgeous brunette with a stunning body. Perfectly proportioned, fantastic face, lovely long legs, nice breasts, a little small but nice, late twenties, early thirties maybe. She must have also been getting off work as she was still wearing nylons a medium length skirt and a fairly conservative blouse. ...