Comments are welcomed It’s amazing the secrets you can keep from the people that matter most to you. Take me and my boyfriend for example. We had been dating two whole years and he had no idea that I was heavily into bondage. Living in separate houses of course helps keep some privacy. At that time he had his own place and I had my little apartment. I had just graduated college and was working as a nurse. He tried convincing me to move in with him but I told him that my parents would never condone me living with any man other than my husband. ...

The Footstall by boytoy The Footstall by boytoy “Be a good little boy while I’m gone” was the last thing i heard as You padded out of the room to change. Not like there was much i could do anyway, considering my situation. After all, how much trouble could i get into while bound, gagged and blindfolded on my hands and knees to this footstool? If it wasn’t humiliating enough i was drooling around the ballgag, i was leaking profusely from my cock despite the fact Mistress had roped it and my balls up good and tight and tied them off to the front two legs of the footstool where my hands were bound with thick leather straps. my legs were strapped tight against the other two legs with similar straps. my ankle cuffs were connected by a short spreader bar, which was tied off to something unknown, since i could barely raise my ankles an inch off the carpet. ...

The Keep - Part One - The Tour by Ganger The Keep Part 1 - The Tour by Ganger For years, even as a young girl, I had dreamed of visiting a real castle. You know the ones pictured in the movies with endless stone steps and dark rooms lit only by torchlight. After several years of work after college, I was able to afford to book a tour of medieval castles of Europe. This was to be a 14-day tour to see the best Europe had to offer. ...

Jan 27, 2004 Hi, My experience with Ringgag is much different than the rest of the posts. I was looking for a weekend in slavery following a week long conference for my business in Reno. I started email discussions with Ringgag spelling out exactly what kinds of things I was looking for with him and if they really could be made to happen. He said he could make it all a reality for me. ...

Xi - Chapter 2 - The Key Experiment It was late in the evening on a Sunday in June. Xi sat down at her computer and started typing into her journal: “Experiment 8: The Key Experiment cont’d… The Key Experiment is officially underway now. I have just returned from the mountain cottage…” Xi paused and tried to gather her thoughts. Writing in her journal usually proved to be a suitable distraction. ...

My life is pretty normal. I have good friends, go to school, and work part-time at a local strip bar. No, I don’t strip, I’m just a waitress, but I’ve been told by everybody that with a body like mine I could easily make a career out of stripping. But I still have some values left and stripping for money is something I won’t do. Anyway, this story happened Halloween night. I got off work as usual and my friend Karla thought it’d be fun to grab a couple of outfits and go out. Personally I thought it was a bad idea since the outfits were not ours and they were kind of skimpy. But Karla was a stripper and she was used to them, so she convinced me and I agreed. From the strip bar’s dressing room Karla picked a tight leotard printed with a tiger pattern. The leotard also had a tail and came with a separate hair dress, cat ears, and high heels. ...

A True Story Something triggered my interest in bondage around eighth grade. I’ve thought about it many times but I cannot narrow it any better than to “something”. I do recall playing tie-up and escape with my best buddy and that meant grammar school as we went our separate ways for high school (we would each other and see if we could escape: he never escaped from my tying and I never failed to escape his). Anyway, by the next grade, high school, I was into bondage, but totally self. And I was ashamed for bondage always seemed to result in ejaculation and I knew masturbation was a serious sin. ...

Among The Missing- Part 2 by Rubberwolf Among The Missing Chapter 2 by Rubberwolf Ann stared at the address that Mrs Birgett had given her as the car engine idled in the McDonalds parking lot. The empty wrappers proclaimed her lunch had consisted of a Big Mac and large fries. She slurped the last of the medium coke as she studied the town map, which she had spread out on the passenger seat. Having decided upon the best route to Nicky Burgetts apartment, she finished her drink, folded the map, so that the street she was heading for was still visible from her position, before selecting first gear and turning on to Fremont. ...

You’d think that after all the stories I’ve read on the internet about people who misjudged their self bondage scenes I’d learn to test something before I try it. Unfortunately, once I get an idea into my head, I like to try it out. Since I try to avoid anything really dangerous, I’ve gotten away with a few mistakes without being found out. Like so many people, I started experimenting with self bondage in my teens. By the time I was halfway through college, I had a bag of rope in my apartment for any available opportunity. Shortly after I got married my wife found some bondage mags and decided to give it a try. We had about ten years of occasional bondage play, taking turns at top and bottom, but then she lost interest. She also wanted me to lose interest, but I didn’t want to. I’ve even tried finding a bondage buddy, but I would want it to be a woman and most of them don’t want to mess around with a married man. Thus, I can only bring out my toys when I’m away alone or everybody else is away. Fortunately for me, everybody was out for a 3-day weekend. I’d never frozen a key in ice before, so that was my plan. I set up in the upstairs hallway since that’s the only place I really have room right now. Since it was night, I closed all the doors. I like taking photos and didn’t want the neighbours asking difficult questions about flashes in the windows. I was disappointed that I only had about 8 feet to work in, especially since I’m over 6 feet tall, but it turned out to be a good thing. Step one was getting undressed. Then I chose a leather piece with snaps on it to slip around my sack and stretch my balls away. It’s actually a belt stay, like police use, and this one was double wide so it was almost 2 inches. Not too bad if I stayed limp, but it puts a painful pull on the balls when I get hard. I also wanted the skin stretched to make them more sensitive. Then I started looping rope around my cock and balls, keeping it tight so it wouldn’t slip off. After tying it off, I used the ends to make two loops about four inches long hanging down from my balls. I took a pair of handcuffs and locked one end to the loops. Before getting too far along, I got the ice cube from the fridge. After passing a rope through the ring at the top and tying it off, I taped the other end to the ceiling. The ice cube, with the key, was left dangling about a foot and a half above the floor. I had just enough room to crawl in order to reach it. Next step was to put on a belt. I bought some that have a double row of holes their entire length. Very versatile. I put the belt around my normally 38-inch waist and cinched it up to about 33 inches. Then I slipped on a lock so I couldn’t get it off until I was loose. I turned out that I didn’t need it. That was part of my mistake for the night. A couple of leather ankle cuffs went on and were then hooked to a spreader bar. The bar was a one-inch dowel with eyehooks on either end. It was two feet long, giving a good spread. Now it was time for the gag. I used a homemade one to make sure I had no trouble breathing no matter how hard it was to move. This gag uses a leather dog collar and a plastic practice golf ball. The golf ball has holes in it, and I used a cutter to connect two of the holes on opposite sides. That made a slot big enough to pass the collar through. Instant dribble gag. I pulled it tight and was ready to finish up. My idea had begun with the idea of tying my hands behind my back and securing them to my balls, then adding thigh straps. Everything was ready for my hands, so now I put on the thigh straps. I put them a little above mid thigh and pulled them secure so they wouldn’t be likely to slide off. It was harder than I thought it would be, since I had my ankles held two feet apart, but I finally managed to get them on. Then I took a set of leg shackles and passed them from the spreader bar to the back of my belt. As I said, I didn’t need that. The thigh straps held my legs much tighter than the shackles. Only one thing remained now to complete my bondage. I grabbed another set of handcuffs and clicked one side around my left hand. This set of cuffs had a dog choke collar attached from an earlier scene, but I left it on. After all, it would be one more piece of metal running between my butt cheeks. The cuffs hanging from the rope off my cock and balls was clipped onto the middle of the cuffs destined for my wrists. Only one hand still free. ...

Chapter 1 Christy started her first day of her first job. She was right out of business school, inexperienced, and very shy and nervous. On top of that, she wasn’t sure that she would fit in with her co-workers. They were so much more experienced and confident and no one made any move to make her feel welcome. She went home that night totally up tight and in a cold sweat. How badly she needed the security of her rubber bed. ...

Living Art by Mike Living Art - Chapter One “Oh Christ !”, thought Jane “What the hell I am doing here”, though she thought “It is not so much where I am as what I am about to do”. What she was about to do was model / wear / suffer one of the most amazing fetish fashion outfits ever created. Jane knew the outfit was amazing it was her job to know. ...

It was to be today that Liz was going to visit me and I could hardly contain myself. My hand trembled as I took a sip of black coffee; I was at work as this was a convenient place for us to meet. The phone rang “Phil it’s for you” Bob said, picking up my phone I mumble into the mouth piece “Phil here”. “There’s a young lady to see you, I have sent her up” said the receptionist. I had hardly put the phone down when the door opens and in walks Liz. She is wearing a very smart full-length black coat with a small scarf around her neck and boots. ...

It was Springtime, and the whole family felt a need to get away. My wife and I and her parents split the cost of renting a Mountain Chalet, and we all piled into her parents’ large luxury car and drove off. My wife’s sister Karen came along, too. I’d never had a lot to do with Karen. She was always very nice, and gorgeous in her mid-thirties, but she seemed quiet. She was an executive for a large insurance company, and I assumed that she primary immersed herself in her work. ...

My Wife Won’t Do It by Seahawk My wife won’t do it by Seahawk My wife won’t do it. That is why there is a pile of half-inch chain lying on the bathroom floor. With a dozen padlocks. My wife won’t give me the release that I crave, so I have to make a lone journey of exploration into unknown and forbidden desire and fantasy. For whilst our relationship is close, her heart is not really into bondage games and the effort it takes. ...

New Arrival by ? Tina awoke one morning as she always did. She had trained herself to get up at 5:00, and she had trained herself well, because Jeff didn’t like alarm clocks and if Tina didn’t wake up right on schedule she’d receive three lashes for every minute she was off. She slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Jeff. Her wrists were bonded securely to her thighs, and her ankles were held together with a 6-inch chain, but she could still move around with mild mobility. She had practiced this often. She went to the corner, where the time-lock safe would open at exactly 5:01. It did, and she carefully reached in and picked up the key that was inside with her mouth. After another five minutes of careful work, she was able to free herself from her bonds. ...

The lights from the high-rise office behind me light a small wooden sign: “Walking Trail - Closed at Dusk.” I walk past the sign and follow the trail into the forest. I rationalize that, since it is night, not dusk, the trail must be open again. I stand a dozen yards inside the forest, my eyes adapting to the dark. The modern office complex rambles over acres of land. Swaths of forest separate the offices and parking lots. The walking trail winds through the forest, presumably so office workers can stretch their legs during lunch. The forest grows thick along the trail and blocks most of the light from the buildings. The architect could hardly have designed a better trail for me. ...

Racked by Seahawk Racked by Seahawk [email protected] Water was dripping from somewhere. Drip, drip, DRIP. A steady beat, unchanging, unrelenting. The only sound in the complete blackness of the small cell in which I sat, back against a rough stone wall. Individual grains of stone bore into my skin, harsh, cold, damp. Shifting position did not help. All that broke the sound of water was the clink of chains, the chains that secured my ankles to an iron ring set into the stone floor. Not much scope for movement, with only a couple of inches of slack between ankles and this hateful ring of incarceration. ...

The Boots by Aka Thoth The name of the store was “Dreams and Dreads”, it was one of those small fetish stores selling everything Susan’s dreams were made of. Hoods, corsets, shoes, all made of rubber in various colours. Susan spent much of her free time, and much of her free money as well, in this little store. Ever since she had discovered her liking of “unusual” wear, she lived up to her fetish as much as she could. For work she wore her simple “business attire”, but in the last few months she wore latex bras and panties underneath. She’d spend the weekends wrapped up in her favourite material and in special clubs and, from time to time, with special friends, both male and female. ...

Prologue Mike had a very bad day at work. His boss had told him he was resigning. With those few words, Mike knew that his world at work was about to change, in a big way. It had taken him years to break in his present boss. To learn each other’s likes, dislikes, all the little subtleties. The potential replacements for his current boss were all assholes. He was very depressed about the impending change. ...

The Outing by MSN The Outing by MSN Hi, let me introduce my self. I am a thirty six year old male living in east Texas. I stand six foot one and weigh two hundred pounds of mostly muscle. I work out three times a week with free weights and do wall climbing at the gym for an hour twice a week. When my hair started to fall out I started shaving my head and grew a goaty. ...