The newest reality TV series - “Who Wants a New Life”. “And welcome back to, ‘Who wants a new life’ ” I groan as I watch the host of the show walk around on the stage floor, boasting to the audience about how popular the show is, and how they are going to choose the winner, blah blah blah. For a few moments I wonder why on earth I’m here. It’s pretty simple. My life as a secretary at a business office was not exactly the most exciting job on earth, so I decided to try this new reality series on TV that promises that winners will have their lives totally re-done for them. Despite my family’s wishes, I went in to sign up. ...

The newest reality TV series - “Who Wants a New Life”. This is part one of a story. The majority of the mummy action will take place in following part(s). Hope you all enjoy! “And welcome back to, ‘Who wants a new life’ ” I groan as I watch the host of the show walk around on the stage floor, boasting to the audience about how popular the show is, and how they are going to choose the winner, blah blah blah. ...

A brief description of myself is in order. I am a straight male into self bondage. My idea of a great time is to be in bonds and tease/tormented out of my mind by vibrators. My main vibrator is a vibrating cockhead sized pouch made from velcro. In addition I use a regular a penis vibrator and nipple vibrators. My usual bonds are leather cuffs, chain, and padlocks. A typical session finds me chained with nipple and cock vibrators teasing on me. The cock vibes are set just too slow to bring me to climax. I have to endure fantastic sensations while held on the edge of an orgasm but unable to cum. This way I achieve a level of excitement due to frustration that is hard to imagine. After an hour or so a timer speeds up the vibes for a fantastic orgasm and a bit later a second timer drops the padlock key so I can reach it and free myself. ...

Sitting quietly in the car, she looked toward the house she hadn’t seen in so long. Dark in the early morning stillness, its quiet bulk stirred an uneasiness within her. As if unbidden, her hand rose to touch the collar she’d placed around her neck at his command, a mark of submission impossible to disguise. Beside her, she could feel his eyes watching her, and, with an effort of will, let her hand drop back into her lap. She felt more than saw his quiet nod. Following his lead, she exited the car, waiting as he collected her bag, then following him to the house. ...

(story continues from Meddling With Mandy 2) Meddling With Mandy 3 Messing with Monika by Anne Gray Chapter 3 – Messing with Monika (Originally posted as a sequel to Meddling with Mandy) The hood of her raincoat was certainly protecting her from the rain but it was also making it very easy for me to remain unseen. As the staccato click of her high heels came closer to my position I could see her head was bent against the driving rain and her kid gloved fingers were holding the red plastic tightly against her neck. ...

Our Game by Techster Our Game-1 ( The spouse’s Version) Just like Techster I have my spousal responses to time when Techster is stressed out. Recently he experienced the worst thing a man a man can live through he was the victim of a state budget cut and lost his upper level management job of 9 years as Project Director of a state agency. If you knew Techster you would be proud of the way he bounced back. He gathered his and reference books, loaded his van and in 12 hours had a job as an engineering consultant within 8 hours. ...

The time had come. After months of planning, weeks of waiting for the perfect opportunity, it was finally time to claim what should be hers by right. And it would be all too easy. As soon as she met Brad, Crystal knew she had to have him. Though he wasn’t the best looking man she’d known, there was something about him that drew her. Unable to resist the attraction, she’d flirted with him constantly, letting him know she was his for the taking. Somehow, though, he hadn’t, or couldn’t, see what she had to offer. And when he started seeing Karen, her best friend, Crystal had been enraged. On that day, she swore she would take him for herself. ...

Hi there my name is Agnes and I am originally from the great country of Scotland but I now live in a small town just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. My job is what brought me to this country and I love it here. There is more to do and more wide open spaces to do it in. I am 28 years old I have red hair, green eyes, and my measurements are 33-23-33. I stand 6ft tall and weigh 112 pounds. I have been told that I am a beautiful, although I have a slight problem with my height. I have done some modeling in the past which is how I came to be in this country but I am now a radio personality on a local station. I bought a 5 acre piece of land with a 4 bedroom house on it. The house sits at the back of the property and the property sits at the end of a 3 mile country road with only a couple of houses on it but it has a horse ranch that takes up one whole side of the road from the main road to my land. ...

The Introduction by FJR The Introduction by FJR The Induction. Spring came to Shaleville in mid-America; Kansas can be quite nice this time of year she thought to herself… she was finally free of the prick from New York that had fucked her life up in so many ways making her out to be sick and completely weird. It wasn’t until she met Sarah a new neighbour that her life changed and became free… ...

The Long Weekend by Wanda Comments are welcomed. Chapter 1 I stepped out of the steaming bathroom wearing only a short bathrobe. It was late at night on a Thursday, we were in my dorm, and my roommate was on vacation. “Are you ready?” he asked as he examined my figure behind the shortness of the robe. I paused and looked at the bondage toys on display on my bed. ...

(story continues from The Rainbow’s End Part 1) The Rainbow’s End, Part 2 by Kurt Part Two It did me no good at all to go to work that day; all I seemed to be able to think about was last night. I had spent a wonderful night making love to a beautiful bound woman, and suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything but going back and doing it all over again. ...

More Than He Bargained For by rbbral “Madame I think I have the perfect candidate for you.” “Excellent, but you know I have very specific requirements.” “Yes of course Madame, but I think this one fits your requirements perfectly. He is young, attractive, slim, a little androgynous even. He has no ties here, he is on holiday, on his own, from England; he is not staying anywhere, no contacts, no one expecting him. He has just a backpack and a ticket to return in three weeks.” ...

Re-bonding by Rubberking. Vivian Carter took a last backwards glimpse of her husband Phil as she walked out the back door to work on her flower beds, taking out her frustrations on the dirt and sod instead of smacking Phil’s face as she felt she had ought to, she sank to her knees and let the cool soil soak up her hot tears as she used a hand tiller to turn the soil and yank up the few sparse stray weeds. ...

A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change by Don Martin A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change by Don Martin It had been a hectic week in the office, a bomb scare on Monday (fortunately that was a false alarm), frantic efforts to stop losing a big contract on Tuesday (we still lost it), monthly reports to be in on Wednesday, off on a quick trip to the northern office on Thursday and meetings most of Friday. I was hoping to get away early as, being the third Friday in the month, was the night of the monthly Bondage Party at ‘The Abbey’ in town. But just as I was about to leave, Greg who works in the next office, stuck his head round the partition and asked me to give him a hand moving his desk and some filing cabinets. “I need your muscles Les – this damned desk weighs a ton.” I think we moved every piece of furniture in his office at least twice before he finally reckoned he’d got the ideal layout. ...

(story continues from Gifts Part 1) Gifts Part 1 by J&P Gifts – Part 2 - The Switch Prue was about to reciprocate Jim’s gift from their previous session and had some very creative ideas of how she was going to present herself. ……… To quote the Carolina North Mfg marketing blurb “It can’t get any simpler for securing cargo. Simply thread your rope through the CAL/GRIP and pull. No knots to worry about. Continue to pull until a secure and snug fit. The rope will not loosen. Load rating is up to 500 pounds.” ‘What a fantastically simple device. Cargo? I wonder if Carolina North Mfg know how their product is used’ mused Prue as she started her preparations. ...

(story continues from Just Another Toy on the Shelf) Just Another Toy on the Shelf 2 by Riptieron Hell I have been incased in plaster for much too long- I feel thin beneath the plaster, I can just wiggle my legs a little inside my prison of plaster. I am being fed by a faceless person, they come twice a day to feed me, and she always has on a leather mask. I can’t get any sense of how long I have been here, except that it has been at least a year. I have felt a difference in the clothing that the client have worn, indicating that it must be past winter and into the next spring now. I have had many hundreds of thousands of encounters, each one drilling into my body with no regrets or indications that they care what I feel, if anything. They cum inside me, and then back off, sometimes quickly, sometimes not so quickly… they all have the desire inside of them to be able to do what ever they feel like doing to me, and they enjoy doing it. ...

(story continues from Mother-in-laws revenge) Mother-in-laws revenge part 2 by Pete When Marlene had finished pleasuring her with my tongue she stood up and fastened her gown. She looked down at me ‘did you enjoy that?’ she asked. ‘Yes, Mistress’ I replied. She smiled and strode out of the room closing the door behind her. I lay motionless for a moment the skirt she had dressed me in had ridden up to my waist exposing my cock and balls and the suspenders and stockings she had put on me. I rolled on to my stomach and brought my ankles up to my wrists and began trying to free myself. After several attempts I managed to loosen the knot and with in a few minutes I had removed the rope from round my ankles. My legs were still tied together above the knee. I tried to wriggle my wrists to create some slack, but they were to tightly bound and were now beginning to hurt. I could not loosen the rope around my knees as she had knotted it at the front. After 20 minutes or so I gave up, I lay there on my stomach wondering what she had planned for me? She couldn’t possibly keep me tied up for 2 weeks, and as soon as she untied me that would be the end of her little game. I awaited her return. I could see the clock on the wall and after an hour had passed I heard the door to the lounge opening. Marlene walked back in, she had dressed now. She stood over me and placed her foot on my head digging the heel of her stiletto in. ‘What’s my name?’ she asked. ‘Mistress’ I replied. ‘Get up slave’ she ordered removing her foot from my head. I rolled over on to my back and sat up. After a minute or so I managed to get to my knees and then force myself upright. i nearly fell as i did so the ropes around my wrists and knees were hurting now. ‘Over here sit on the coffee table’ Marlene ordered. I waddled over to the coffee table and sat on it facing the sofa. Marlene undid the rope around my knees. I was relieved at this. ‘Spread your legs for me’ Marlene said. I did as i was told. Marlene pulled my left ankle out wide and tied it to the leg of the table and the same with the right. She stood in front of me leaned towards me an undid the blouse she had dressed me in earlier. She pulled it down over my shoulders exposing the black lacey bra. Marlene rubbed my nipples through the material, putting one hand down inside the cup or the bra to pinch it. ‘ow that hurts’ I yelped. She slapped me hard across the face. ‘Ow that hurts what?’ she asked. ‘Ow that hurts Mistress’ I said my left cheek stinging from the smack. ‘You speak only when spoken to, is that understood?’ ‘Yes Mistress’ She sat on the sofa facing me, kicking off her shoes she rested them on the table between my legs. As she did this i got a glimpse of her stocking tops the short skirt she was wearing rode up as she slouched on the sofa. ‘Thinking of escaping’ she asked ‘No Mistress’ ‘The truth please slave’ ‘Yes Mistress’ ‘Well you can forget all about that, your mine for the next 2 weeks’ ‘I don’t care if you show the video to Andrea, you being her mother I don’t think she would have anything to do with you if she knows what’s been going on mistress’ ‘I thought you might say that’ said Marlene. She got up and walked over to the other side of the room. She was behind me now and I couldn’t see what she was doing. ‘I’m going to have to gag you first’ said Marlene as the ball of the gag was pushed into my mouth. She buckled the strap behind my head. ‘How’s that feel’ she enquired. I tried to say it’s very tight mistress, but all that came out was a muffled mmmph. ...

The events in the story actually happened to me. It was many years ago. I had just graduated from college and was working in a new town. It was not a large town and there was not much to do on weekends. Whenever I could, I practiced self-bondage. During the last four years I had little chance to do that as I always had a roommate. After I settled in and was comfortable with my job, I decided to try a little self-bondage. I had several lengths of rope. I dug around to see what else I could find. I found two pieces of short chain and a couple of locks with keys. Without thinking I laid the keys to the locks on the counter in the kitchen. ...

He had been lying there for what seemed hours, completely mummified, from head to toe in white vet wrap, only his cock and nostrils sticking out. Experiencing almost total sensory deprivation and he loved it. He was gagged, his ears were plugged and padded and his eyes were padded. His arms locked together in front of him in an arm bar and then welded to his torso with more vet wrap. Occasionally, he could feel the pre-cum running down the outside of his cock with each involuntary pulse of pleasure. ...

In Memoriam – Elaine H., 1949-1999 Morbidly Obese Slut Elaine was snatched from this life by a loathsome disease which turned out to be the reason for her sudden weight loss; she spent two months in the comfort of a hospice program before she passed away quietly. I was invited to the wake and her funeral, as her family knew I was a close friend. At the wake my eye was caught by a striking young brunette and managed to strike up a conversation. She told me she was Melanie, Elaine’s second cousin. I looked her over and estimated that she was about 32, 5 feet six, and 170 pounds. She noticed my looking and jumped right in: “To correct your guess, I’m 34, five feet seven in my naked feet, and I weigh 165 pounds. If you want to know more you’ll have to buy me dinner!” ...