story continues from part two Love through the ages - Part Three Based on an original idea by Wrappers Delight Moss continued onwards down the tunnel, her small flashlight lighting the way. This tunnel was larger then the one she had been crawling through only minutes ago with Jan. She had to pause a moment to wipe the tears that gently ran down her cheek. Looking up, she continued onwards down the tunnel. It had to come out somewhere. She tried to think about what to do after that. This whole operation had gone completely out of control. ...

story continues from part one Love through the ages - Part Two Based on an original idea by Wrappers Delight Egypt, 2006 Darkness Silence Peace Serenity I live The sun shone down on the pyramids on the Gaza strip. The Nile River flowed a good distance away from the archeology team that had set up camp near the pyramids. The camp was busy as the team members quickly and professionally attended to their tasks. Equipment was gathered, helmets put on, flashlights charged. All currently known information about the pyramids and what lied beneath them was on a folding table under a tent. ...

Another Mummified and eaten story. This one features one of my favorite animals, orcas (who I find to be incredibly sexy animals). Luckily for those who don’t like grim endings, this one does not feature any fatal eating. How so? Read on. There’s no grim stuff in this one. No deaths, no blood, just affection and care. Mummified and Eaten: Orca snack By Darkraptor1 It was a great life she had. ...

Lucy And Lilly by Rbbral It was the long weekend and Bob was very excited about that, for it meant fun and frolics with Lucy, his girlfriend of 6 months. She was a beautiful broad-minded girl who had taken to his passion for bondage and rubber fetishism, at first a little nervously but then with interest and now with almost his fervour. She was imaginative, enthusiastic and lots of fun and nothing was too outrageous for her. ...

Becker Selfbondage by Becker This is the first time I’ve written a story for you, but certainly not my first time trying self-bondage. But I have to tell this story. I work with my girlfriend, and we’re both into bondage. I have two room mates, and I share a room with one of them, so we always have the real fun at her apartment. I guess I should say I’m a male, 5'9" and 167 lbs, and she is…. well, she’d probably not want me to say her weight. But she’s 6'1". Anyhow, she lives with her little sister, but they have separate bedrooms, which is nice. She works with us, too, at the restaurant. Ok, so, last week I was talking to her about tying myself up while she was at work and waiting for her to get home, knowing we would both be horny as hell when she finally made it back. She was all into it. It was 2pm, and she said I work from 3pm until around 9pm, and my sister goes in at 5pm and gets off around midnight, so wait until, uh, maybe 7pm or so." So, I was like, cool. So, she got in the shower, and I stuck our handcuff keys and the key for the ball gag in the glove compartment of her car. Then I chilled until she left for work. We did what we do when she got out of the shower, and she left. I couldn’t wait. Her sister came back from playing golf around four, took a quick shower and left. I watched her car pull away and went to some easy self-bondage. It really was simple. I stipped naked, put one pair of handcuffs on my ankles, the ball gag in my mouth, a scarf over my eyes, and then put myself in a hogtie with the other pair of handcuffs. I was trapped until my girlfriend got home. She had the locks for the cuffs and the gag. So, after about a half hour of rubbing myself on her bed, I hear the door open. ...

More than I wished for by Jake I know that most stories that are posted here are exaggerations to say the least. I thought I would share an experience that really happened to me. I have been interested in bondage for a long time and spent many an enjoyable hour on browsing the net. Gromets is my favorite site. My wife has shown no interest in dominating me, in fact when I broached the subject with her I got an emphatic no, so I have been keeping my self satisfied with self bondage. ...

Motel Tales: Rest Assured or (How I Learned to Appreciate Free Time on a Business Trip) Like many of the writers on Gromet’s web page, I have been tying myself up for many years. In my case, the time spans about four decades, which is probably a larger time-span than for most of those other writers. It was a great delight to find the self-bondage page because I had no idea that such a fascinating repository of experience existed. To discover that there is apparently a world of self-binders out there who are as interested in writing about the subject as I am, and who are apparently at least as kinky and inventive as I am, too, is quite exciting. It doesn’t take a lot of brainpower to ascertain that some of the postings are fictional, but I am sure that a not insignificant fraction of them are probably true experiences. And despite my many years of experience, I have already gleaned some interesting new ideas. ...

I had myself bound in my shed, today. My wrists were locked into my cuffs, and then locked to an eyebolt in the floor above my head. My ankles were in chains that are locked to 2 eyebolts in the floor below me, forcing my legs wide apart. I had my ball stretcher/divider locked to my balls. The key for this was in the house. This was my time delay release system: A piece of twine runs from the bottle of kool-aide, through an eyebolt in the ceiling, down to the divider, then back up through yet another eyebolt, and is attached to a small brick with the keys to my wristlocks tied to that. The bottle was heavy enough to suspend the brick, but lighter than the brick when it’s empty. This will drop the bottle down first, before the brick comes down as the ice melts. It took a few trials and errors to get the kool-aid solution just right. I had enough twine frozen into the bottle, to slowly lower both the bottle, and then the brick as the ice melts. ...

(story continues from Her Three Guys) Part 2 By Bob Salinas I squirmed and watched helplessly as Mistress Ellen picked up a many-thonged whip and approached Slave Number Two. He watched helplessly in the mirror in front of him as She drew back the whip. He had a splendid view in at least three mirrors of the way She used the whip to paint red streaks of pain across his ass. Twice, three times, four times She brought it down on his exposed backside. His body lurched, but his body was too firmly positioned, fastened helplessly at head and knees, to avoid the blows even if he had really wanted to. One more time She struck him, the thongs striking right down the crack of his ass, wrapping over his asshole and around his bound and aching genitals. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I realized that, like Slave Number One and Slave Number Me, he had stripped and knelt naked before Her as a video camera recorded his statement. Like him, I had said ...

Mandy’s Road to Submission by Ian Rogers Chapter One The girl stood trembling as he studied her, she was squinting because of the sudden brightness of having the blindfold removed, but she could not rub her eyes as her hands were cuffed behind her. Her mind raced with the events of the last few hours, she had been asleep in bed when he had come for her and she had had little chance to scream for help as he pinned her down and put his hand over her mouth. He had pinned her arms to her sides with his legs then produced a roll of duck tape and with lightning efficiency she found herself gagged. She had tried to struggle but she was no match for him and he soon had her hands cuffed behind her back. This accomplished she had had little choice but to go with him as he firmly led her downstairs and to his car… ...

One hot July afternoon, I was surfing the ‘net in my apartment. Shortly after I started, I realized how hot it was and took off my silk blouse, letting the breeze from the ceiling fan blow across my breasts. A voluptuous sort like myself needs the support, so I seldom go without a bra, but this bra was rather skimpy. Its cups barely covered my nipples, and their upper surface shimmered with ladylike perspiration. ...

Everybody has a fantasy, I suppose. Mine is to be helplessly bound before a beautiful dominant Mistress- usually a tall, blonde Nordic goddess type clad in a black leather cat suit. My favorite elaboration on this fantasy had me standing bolt upright in her dungeon- naked, of course (I mean, some sexy activity is usually a part of such fantasies), except for a multitude of leather straps that bound my arms to my sides. While I don’t have a tall, blonde Nordic goddess type clad in a black leather cat suit, I do have a marvelous friend named Melanie- a self-proclaimed slut.. She may not be a Helga, but she’s more than voluptuous enough, and she has enough sexual enthusiasm for the bedrooms of half the Danes in the country! ...

(story continues from Simucrom) Linda barged into her small apartment, the shopping bag rustling in her hands, breath quick in her throat. Home! Finally! Stepping to the center of her living room, she tossed off her clothing as quickly as she could before settling cross-legged onto the carpet. From the bag she pulled her purchase, a new Simucrom chip. The fingers that held it trembled. She looked to the low shelf where the little black-plastic simucrom unit sat. Next to it was the “Janna” chip. Over the last two weeks, every moment not stolen by sleep or work had been devoted to Janna. Little Janna, with her dark little smile and smutty little torments. Linda had basked in the simulated sexual adventure. Sometimes, she gave herself away to Janna’s control. Other times, she ran the sim in sandbox mode, mercilessly tormenting the little Indian. ...

Sorority Sisters by GaggedUtopia Chapter 1 It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the year. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day but my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to college in Boston to escape our parents as well. While they were only in upstate New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit. ...

Michelle 3: Teaching Others the Ropes Once my three housemates had learnt that I was an ardent practitioner of bondage, it was only a matter of time before they took opportunities to talk about it with me. Surprisingly, it was Emma who spoke to me first, choosing a moment when we were alone in the house. I say surprisingly because she had always seemed the most timid and conventional of us all. ...

Teaching Others The Ropes by Michelle Once my three housemates had learnt that I was an ardent practitioner of bondage, it was only a matter of time before they took opportunities to talk about it with me. Surprisingly, it was Emma who spoke to me first, choosing a moment when we were alone in the house. I say surprisingly because she had always seemed the most timid and conventional of us all. ...

The Inhabitants by Helios When she arrived that evening, Marcy was surprised to find that the house she was going to house-sit for the week was so clean. It was a large, three story house that was Victorian in design with polished hardwood floors, elegant drapery and furniture, looking more like a museum than a home. “Oh, well,” Marcy thought to herself, “It could be worse.” Marcy was a young college coed who had just finished her second year. She was on the college swim team, very athletic, and stood around 5 foot 3 inches tall and weighed around 150lbs of solid muscle from working out. Like most college students, money was tight, so easy jobs like this that paid well were a welcome opportunity rather than working in a fast-food franchise. ...

The Party by Phileas The message came in when I was preparing to leave the office. I checked out the e-mail just out of curiosity, as I prepared myself to turn off the laptop. “Sorry dear, I’ll reach you at the party. I made arrangements at home. Follow the orders, and do not be late.” I was sort of excited from the change of plans. He said he had a surprise set up for me, just for tonight. ...

The Purgation Experiment, or Making a Vice of Necessity By Professor Challenger Well, I’ve come to that time of life whereat my doctor advises it’s time to have a “routine” colonoscopy. It’s not that the procedure itself is so bad—hereabouts they basically do it under anesthesia, so all one has to deal with there is the lingering grogginess afterward. No, the worst part is definitely the “preparation”—meaning, in this case, that the night before the procedure, you are required to take a purgative that cleans out your bowels entirely. I had the prescription for the laxative solution: 4 liters worth (egad!) that had to be taken eight ounces at a time every 10-15 minutes starting at 5PM until either what was evacuated was clear, or until you had taken all of it. This works out to sixteen eight-ounce doses in approximately four hours. One knew that the laxative wasn’t going to be tasty: the instructions suggested that it was “more palatable” well chilled. So it was going to be an ordeal. It was then that my perverted and masochistic mind began thinking, “Well—if it’s going to be an ordeal, why not make it as much of a fun ordeal as possible—making a vice of necessity, so to speak?” ...

I’ve written before about the small bondage group that Don and I joined. Although it did not have the organization or range of equipment of the larger professional clubs – nor did it run to a DJ to keep the place rocking – but it did have far more of a personal touch. Today I’ll tell you about one evening when that touch got very personal. We had decided that this week we would have a Couples Night. The idea was that each couple was going to have the pleasure of tying up one of the other pairs and that each couple had a turn at both tying the knots and being tied up. Each pair’s session was to last 45 minutes. ...