A Week Forever by Houseboy I had it planned for months. This was going to be extended self bondage with a bit of a twist. But rather than being tightly bound, I’d be able to roam around my bachelor apartment. However, I wouldn’t be able to leave or to do anything to enjoy myself. And I had some torments planned too. I had a week off work, and my friends thought I was to be out of town on business. No one would bother me – or so I thought. So Friday night when I got home from work I began my preparations. The bondage would start Saturday. ...

Because I have no bondage partner, I am a big fan of self-bondage, and over the years have become very proficient at it. As all of you know, self-bondage is satisfying for a limited time, then it involves just waiting for your release mechanism to work. Well, I thought maybe I could add a new twist with my electro stimulation unit. First, I took a warm bath and shaved all over, just to set the mood. Then I set up the knife suspended by an ice cube out of my reach while tied. Next, I set up the electrical probes in both holes then stuck a contact on my pubic bone and just above my anus. The electricity should alternately stimulate, shock, jolt, or whatever, both my cavities. I connected one side of the circuit to the pussy probe and pubic patch and the other side to the anus and anus patch. When hooked up to the control box, it should provide some serious stimulation especially since I would have no way to alleviate the condition till I could get to the knife and cut my hands loose. Now, I put on my corset that sucked my waist in to about 22 inches and restricted my breathing some. A short latex cat suit with nipple holes completed the outfit. I strapped on my knee high 5 inch heeled boots and nearly had an orgasm as I looked at myself in the mirror. My Devonshire half-hood silenced me for the duration. ...

Hi, my name is London I was named after the city I was conceived in. Let me tell a little about me. First I am 19 years old. I stand 5’5” tall and weigh 105 lbs. My measurements are 34B-22-35, my hair is blonde and I have green eyes. Pretty good huh. This little adventure was a while in coming. You see I have always wondered why a person would let themselves be tied up, I did not fully understand. I was at a girlfriends house and the subject of BDSM was brought up and after a little coaxing by her I let her know that I have thought about it but was too afraid of doing it with the wrong person, she told me she under stood completely and that she had a few things for me. She gave me a few magazines about bondage and a few web addresses. I went home that night and read the magazines one after another and the more I read the hotter I got, after going through them for a while I hit the net and went to a site called Gromet’s Plaza and I read story after story and just from reading I had a huge climax. ...

On a Hot Summer Day by tiedash Yesterday afternoon, I felt so relieved that I had finished an eight day shift at the hospice where I work and was going to be off for the next couple of days. Where I work is an old Victorian building, doesn’t have any air conditioning and is really hot making it very uncomfortable for staff and patients alike, apart from those who feel it necessary to be wrapped up all year round. I have a love/hate relationship with heat, so I was pleased when I left the building and got out into the open air. ...

I’ve been doing self bondage for many years now and have recently gotten the urge to do a strappado position. The only way I can do this is by myself, since I have no partner in bondage. I’ve been married for many years, but my spouse does not share my enthusiasm for it and thinks it is warped, so I must remain unfound. I have recently figured out what I think is a foolproof method of getting in and, more importantly, out of this. It involves a small cloth bag of ice inserted through an eye bolt to form a link which will separate when the ice melts. Being able to get into this position and making it strenuous also involves some way of pulling the wrists up after securing them to the ice link. I settled on a 150 lb. barbell that I could cause to drop after getting my wrist and everything else secured. I also realized that I had to have some way to keep from falling when the wrists were released so I figured a rope to each side of the “power cage” that I would use for this and connected to my waist belt would do the trick. ...

There is a secluded place near my house. It’s wooded, and fairly far off the “beaten path”. I’ve visited it before for some of my self-bondage games, but on this particular day, I had planned far enough ahead to make sure of a long session. Here’s how I had the area set up; There is a ravine about 200 yards into the woods. I had a plastic bucket down at the bottom of the ravine filled with approximately 3 pounds of stones. In the bucket, I put key #1. It opened the toolbox mentioned later. A chain was locked onto the handle. To the chain I had tied a long rope. The rope went up over a branch, and was tied to another chain wrapped and locked around a tree 100 yards deeper into the woods with lock #3. I had tied small knots into the rope at varying lengths for later torment. ...

continued from part two Part Three “Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!” The words were ringing in my ears as I was transported with the other dolls down to the cleaning and disinfecting area, I watched as my dollfriends (one could hardly say girlfriends!) were each loaded in turn on the cleaning station, on the two special nozzles, one in the front and one up the bum, which would then cleaned the inside whilst sprays cleaned the outside. ...

Part One I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since I had left school. But now I had an interview! OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to get a job there. But this job actually looked good – now that I found the paperwork, an office assistant – even I could do that! OK I wasn’t stupid, but I am not a rocket scientist either! ...

continued from part one Part Two It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!) I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday AM” They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!! – What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved, my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently not! ...

(story continues from New Doll 2) Part Three “Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!” The words were ringing in my ears as I was transported with the other dolls down to the cleaning and disinfecting area, I watched as my dollfriends (one could hardly say girlfriends!) were each loaded in turn on the cleaning station, on the two special nozzles, one in the front and one up the bum, which would then cleaned the inside whilst sprays cleaned the outside. ...

story continues from part nine Lydia & Me 10 - Present Time My birthday happens to come on a holiday or at least a day that’s supposed to be a holiday if we didn’t muck with the calendar and make sure that as many “holidays” fall on Mondays as is humanly possible. Personally, I find that a little annoying. If the day’s important enough to celebrate, shouldn’t we ignore the three day weekend idea and actually celebrate that particular day? Anyway, it just so happened that this year the stars, planets, and calendar all aligned so that my actual birthday, holiday, and a Monday all hit on the same day. So it was going to be three days of fun and celebration. ...

story continues from part ten Lydia & Me 11 - Hanging Around “I’m hungry and I have to go to the bathroom, honey.” While those may not be the words that you expect or even necessarily want to hear after bringing your wife to a sexual climax, this particular wife had now been mummified and strapped to our bed for almost four hours. I laughed as I wiped the gag off on a towel we had handy close to the bed and started to loosen the nylon strap that pinned her shoulders to the bed. ...

story continues from part 11 Chapter 12 - Reality & Fantasy I hung suspended over a vat of acid, the evil arch-villainess threatening to drop me into it at any moment unless I revealed the secret codes that would unlock the computer systems controlling our nuclear missiles… …only to pull vainly against the webs spun about me by the strange spider woman as she secured me, preventing me from delivering the message that would save the army and all the world… ...

story continued from part 12 Chapter 13 - Trapped by Eros The following is a work of fiction involving adult themes. If you aren’t interested in bondage and erotica, please go elsewhere. I should also point out that I’ve never been to Eros boutique, I don’t know if they employ anyone name Margaret, and that I’m creating the descriptions that followed from whole cloth. This story was originally started for a contest they sponsored, but wasn’t completed in time for submission. I will happily remove the references to the store upon request. ...

story continues from part 13 Chapter 14 - What was that Tracking Number At the very least, the chair was comfortable. Well, that, and I knew that I wasn’t about to be sold into slavery to some latex-loving dominatrix in Bermuda. Or Braintree, for that matter – I’d be unlikely to be lucky enough to land a prime tropical local with my luck. Other than that, I was beginning to phase out of “enjoyment” and into “annoyance” as I sat in the back room, bound in latex and waiting for my wife. Probably, the booze was starting to wear off a bit and the possible humiliation of being found this way by a stranger – OK, another stranger, Margaret had already fulfilled that part – was starting to gnaw at me. ...

Jackie woke with a start. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in her bedroom revealing George, one of her regular patrons from the diner where she works as a waitress. He’s the last person she’d expect to see in her bedroom. A week after she began working at the Concord diner, George began to show up soon after her shift began to order the soup of the day. It was all he would order each time came to the diner. This earned him the nickname The Soup Guy among her coworkers. She felt there was something odd about him. George only wanted soup and it was important to him that it was Jackie who serve him and refused to have any of the other girls wait on him. Jackie did her best to remain professional and do her job. He seemed to be polite at first but over time he began to ask her personal questions. ...

In the Vice by Rbbral IN THE VICE (This little story is written with acknowledgements, a great appreciation, and apologies, to JG Leathers. Those of you familiar with his work and writing will note in a scene, or two, I have unashamedly plagiarised his “Creature”, a contraption so wonderful and devious it is hard to imagine. I do this with the best of intentions. My own imagination has not yet reached his limitless one. But I am still striving). ...

In the Vice by Rbbral Chapter Two “Late this afternoon, Dee, a package will be couriered to your flat. It has clothes and instructions, the usual from her, her name’s Joan, she pays well, if satisfied; good luck, talk to you tomorrow.” What this meant was that Joan now knew her home address. Well, it was too late now, Dee thought, but it did make her a little uncomfortable. An hour later the package arrived, and with a beating heart Dee opened it. Outside the container there was a handwritten note. ...

In the Vice by Rbbral Chapter Three “I’ll pick you up at four, just wear street clothes and I’ll bring you here to change. I have some clothes for you, see you then.” She said no more which made Dee a little apprehensive. She advised King of the arrangements and spent the rest of the day basically killing time. At four, Kathy picked her up and they drove to the office. As Dee stripped off she said. ...

In the Vice by Rbbral Chapter Four Kathy was happy to oblige. It was Dee who called her in the late morning and Kathy smiled to herself when Dee asked her if anything else was “on”. Kathy had Anna in the background, waiting. At very short notice Dee could be “prepared” for Anna. Dee now had that familiar sense of excitement, she realised she was less nervous now, but more excited. Kathy told her to come over. ...