My wife really enjoys situations where she can be used anonymously. I have mummified or packaged her a few of times, leaving only her mouth and bottom exposed, reducing her to a set of holes, available for use at any time. I noticed that, if placed in the suitcase on her back, certain areas of her were accessible when the zippers were opened slightly at the bottom of the bag. Trapped in the bag with the zippers opened slightly, she became an extremely anonymous hole ready for use. With this in mind, I mounted a dildo on a hort dowel rod, painted black to match the suitcase. Before checking out of our room on one of our visits, I unzipped the bag and inserted the dildo, then pulled the zippers tight around the shaft of the dowel rod, now protruding from the bottom of the bag. ...

While shopping at a flea market some time back we stumbled across an old case originally designed to hold fire fighting equipment. The case was constructed of 1/2” wood with all of the edges trimmed in metal for strength. The case, which measured 28”x16”x20”, resembled a very ugly green steamer trunk,and was fitted with latches and a convenient reinforced carrying handle. Knowing that my wife would fit in it, we purchased it right away. ...

Faced with errands to run and a day off, I’m always looking for some way to include a trussed up wife and make the chores more interesting. The other morning I lead the little brunette out to the garage and traded her clothes for rope. I trussed her in to a nice, naked, tightly folded bundle, with her wrists behind her and her knees tied tight against her shoulders, held spread by ropes stretched across her back. I then tied her ankles down to her thighs, taking the time to loop cords from her big toes to her thigh bondage, ensuring that she could not use her feet to to cover herself, should anyone come across the very exposed little bundle. Since I had a nice “wide spread” theme going, I chose to gag her with a dental spreader gag, which cranked her mouth invitingly open. ...

This isn’t another story about how the Boston Red Sox finally won the world - series after 86 years. Although that might be one of the greatest feats in modern history, what happened to me that night will live in my memories for as long as the most seasoned Red Sox fan. Now it is true that I am Boston area born and raised, so I was pretty excited to learn that the boys were headed for something special. I had been paying pretty close attention to the play-off games, actually watching most of them either at home, or at work. But, there was something else I had my eyes on at that particular time. Many of you might have read, “My night in the dumpster.” Well, what I had my eyes on was that same dumpster. I had scoped it out about 2 nights before, and it was getting close to being about half full. ...

Well today was a fun day. My ex girlfriend who moved away several years ago was back in town and called me up to see if I wanted to play. Of course I did. So here is one of the games we played. Jessica came over about 9:00 with a knock at my door. I was ready and waiting for her. I opened the door and invited her in. She walked in and we made small talk for about an hour or so, catching up on what we have been doing. ...

I was in my first year of university, and was having bad luck with my roommates. They either seemed to torment me or just up and leave me high and dry. I had made a friend in my psychology class. She seemed to be having the exact same problem I was, just with different people. By the end of the year, we had decided that the next year we should try to live together, after all it could not get any worse. Now most of you might be thinking, hey way to go dude, U da Mannnn…. Well she just wanted to be friends, you know…. Oh well, at least I had a roommate for the next year. ...

“It’s trash day,” she says, and I’m eager to find out what she has in mind. She sends me into the bedroom to strip, while I hear her doing something in the spare room involving rustling plastic. When I’m nude, she leads me into the kitchen, kissing me on the way there with a grin. Before I sit on the cold kitchen tile, she produces an hourglass shape of black plastic cut from a trash bag, slips it through my crotch and ties the corners off, making a set of shiny briefs. I sit down then with my knees against my chest, the thin material not blocking the cold at all, but I warm up a bit with excitement as she produces a length of rope. She slips my arms between my knees, and proceeds to tie my wrists and ankles to each other. Soon, I’m not going anywhere. ...

(story continues from Jenni and Sam, the beginning) Jenni and Sam, favor returned by Kurt Chapter 2: Jenni tries to return the favor CLICK!! Jenni looked in the mirrors surrounding her and watched each click. She certainly didn’t move very much for each click, it seemed to her. At this rate it could take hours to hit bottom. The foam ball in her mouth was certainly doing its job, every movement she made to compress it and gain some movement in her mouth was taken back cruelly the instant she relaxed her muscles. And the hood was no help at all. It was a work of art, Jenni noticed sadly. The Sweet Gwen-style hood left one oval-shaped opening for her nose and eyes, and that was it. Sam must have had it custom made, the blue silk fit so closely. And it was pretty, too. The bright blue silk of the hood with the darker blue silk piping around the opening, gave the appearance of a fine garment, not a hood made to silence someone. Opening her mouth even the slightest bit further was out of the question, it held her jaws as closed as they would go, what with the ball in her mouth. It also held her lips tight against her teeth. Sam had laced it on, but she didn’t seem to strain at the laces, it was quick and efficient… and tight. The only noises Jenni could make after the foam ball and the lacing of the hood were faint mewling sounds and a keening through her nose. Sam sure did seem to like silencing her. ...

Mandy and Kelly’s Plaything by Jennifer Somebody once said curiosity killed the cat. Well in my case, it didn’t kill me, but it certainly turned out to be a lot more unpleasant that I anticipated. It was my own fault really. One Sunday afternoon, I was idly scanning through some ads at the back of a local magazine, and for some reason, one of them caught my eye. Two mistresses require naughty boys for humiliating correction it read, severe lessons at reasonable rates guaranteed. My curiosity was immediately aroused, and the term ‘reasonable rates’ was tempting. For a long time I’d experimented with bondage by myself, but I’d often wondered what it would be like to be properly restrained and teased by a girl so that I couldn’t possible get out of it. Especially if she knew what she was doing. ...

(story continues from Michelle’s First Time) Michelle’s First Time by John Roper Part Three Michelle was sure she could not hold up her head any longer, and would soon have to place all its weight on the pinky cinches if someone didn’t show up soon to undo its tether. ‘PLEASE don’t let her tie you up, John.’ She could also no longer deal with the pain that slowly took over her sensuality during the few minutes that had passed since the last trace of orgasmic release ended. ...

This story begins a few days ago. It’s about an ordeal that I went through that I thought you all should know about. Of course, most of you probably know that I am one of those few out there that call themselves “trash fetishists” or something along those lines. We don’t know where these desires come from, or if they are even real, but it makes us feel good when we think about it. ...

The car bounces down the deserted lane, it is evening, and its lights wobbly as the car slowly makes its way into the gathering gloom. A cold wind blows, and it is threatening to rain. The vehicle stops, and a man gets out. He opens the boot, and looks around. Although a lot of people do use this track, for jogging, for transit from the new estate half a mile away to the old estate, there is no one in sight tonight, the weather, which has started to spit a cold drizzle, has driven most folks indoors. ...

Chapter 1: The Weekend Away Alex and Jessie are sisters. Alex is a 25 year old tall brunette, and Jessie a somewhat shorter blond at 22 years old. Both are fit to be models. Alex graduated from Radford University a few years ago with a master’s degree in Computer Engineering and went to work with a local company designing circuit boards and other electronic components. Jessie just has graduated college with a master’s degree in Marketing & Advertising. After a few weeks of searching for a job, Alex was able to get her sister a job with her company, Electron Industries. Since neither girl is married at the moment, they decide the best way to save money is to live together in an apartment for the time being. They found a nice one with a good view not too far from the University and only a 15 minute drive from their work. Alex is used to living by herself, and as such isn’t used to hiding her, shall we say, rather “weird” hobbies. After 2 weeks of living with her sister she is going crazy at not being able to spend time in self-bondage. This is where our story starts…… ...

An Unexpected Guest by Brien This is a story that I wrote a couple of years ago to share with some friends in a self-bondage group to which I belonged at the time. The event took place when I was about 19 or 20 years old. I was living in an apartment near the university that I was attending. I lived alone except for rare visits by my brother and my cousin both of whom had their own keys. Although my brother never came by unannounced, my cousin who is more like a sister than a cousin actually, stopped by from time to time to borrow or return things. ...

Motel Room Meeting, Part 2 by Ralph [email protected] Part 2 - Friday Night I had no idea how long it had been since Fran had arrived, but I knew she was methodically driving me crazy. After she had taken a photo and called her friends, she’d gotten onto the bed next to me. Since that time, she had taken turns nibbling my earlobe, the only part of my ear still exposed due to the tape holding my blindfold, running her tongue over my lips, spread wide by the ball gag, slowly, oh so slowly, running a single finger up and down my erect cock, pinching my nipples, tugging the rope connected to my ball splitter, and other highly erotic actions. Finally I reached the point where I jerked my hips. The rope holding my balls to the rope web beneath me was already taut and jerking my hips pulled on my cock so that it leaned heavily toward my feet. The series of actions was not unnoticed by Fran. ...

Out of the Frying Pan by Jennifer I enjoy bondage, and if I can’t find someone to help out, it has to be self-bondage. Not always a good idea, especially when ‘The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a gley’ (with apologies to Robert Burns). In other words, if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. I remember one occasion when it did just that, but with a not altogether unsatisfactory ending as it eventually turned out. ...

Outdoor Key Dash by Sir Psycho This story isn’t strictly self-bondage as such, but it involves having bonds that force a situation that wouldn’t happen without them. Its been a while since my first story “First Time Shock”. I haven’t really been in any situation since then that I thought would make good stories. I live just outside London, and while I love the idea of being naked outside, there are very few places where you can find your own space around here. England is just too densely populated, and even the countryside has people walking around all the time. ...

“What can I wear? I have nothing right for the occasion!” shouted Anastasia, falling sadly in the big chair near her bed. “But, madame, you have wardrobes full of dresses, and I’m sure you will find something suitable for the Rising moon ball…” Zazanel tried to calm the young noble. Anastasia, called by her close friends and by her maid, ‘Misha’, shook her head and breathed deeply. “Zazalen, you don’t understand, and I think this is quite normal. You are an elf, and so you can’t understand why a young girl would want something special for her for her first official ball in high society. As you said, in your lands all the people are presented to the society when they are really young, and after all you are a big, big family…” ...

Barbara was a young woman, more or less 27 years old blonde with a body over the average due to her profession. She was an assassin, and she had to stay in a good shape, or she could loose her life. That night, she felt a strange sensation on her spine, when she received a encrypted message from her guild, the Gordon’s daughters. She was not sure about her duty, but she had to obey. The alternative was death. ...

“Elisabeth, Elisabeth, where are you? Elisabeth…” “I’m here, Denise!” “Where, my little one?” asked with a feared tone the old maid. “Near the lake… I’m looking at the swans!” answered the clear and fresh voice of the girl. Denise moved in that direction, panting. She was over her sixty, and the tight corset, the long and voluminous skirts and some excess in the food department didn’t help her to move freely. Some trees hid the lake, a little water mirror created inside the castle garden, the leaves moving by the happy wind of the season. ...