We have monthly bondage bashes at our BDSM club. As part of the evening, various members provide entertainment. Members that are willing take turns performing. It is not required, but most do at least one show. Eventually I was approached and was more chicken to refuse than to work up an act. I had to figure out a way to share my form of bondage pleasure. What I love the most is being bound and teased to the point of torment, even torture. The teasing is to excite me to the point of orgasm then denying it and/or forcing me to endure orgasms until I can only endure because I am bound and can not escape. ...

It all started with the velcro vibrator. This is a device that I created for some really great sensations. It consisted of a penis ring vibrator with velcro strips attached to form a pouch just big enough to contain my cockhead. Positioned in various ways, but always containing my cockhead, this rig produces some wild results. They would be unbearable if I did not place myself in bondage thus forcing myself to endure. ...

Chapter 1: Background I go by the name Wheelslave. That’s not my real name, of course, but one I guess I earned. My Mistress gave it to me after my training, but all that in due time. Let me begin at the beginning. Even as a youngster, I had somewhat kinky fantasies involving tight jeans, bondage and figure revealing clothing. When I went to the circus, acts that included or even implied bondage fascinated me, but a special turn on was the knife-throwing act with the pretty assistant spinning on the wheel. As I reached adulthood I gradually began to indulge my fetishistic side, at first by reading kinky books and magazines. Eventually, I built up the courage to visit a fetish club in the city and was not only turned on, but was delighted and relieved to see that there were others who shared my bizarre tastes. The next step was to go to a professional Dungeon. I went again (and again). As a result I got to know a couple of the professional Dommes and began seeing them at their private studios. One of these proved to be rather convenient in that her studio was not far off my route to work, so sometimes after a hard day of engineering, I would relieve myself of my accumulated tensions (to say nothing of my earnings) with a visit to this lady’s place for a session. ...

What I loved about Amanda was her adventurous spirit, her endless inquisitiveness, and the way she toyed with my affections, giving me ample reason to look for an opening when the time came to reveal more of myself to her uncommonly playful nature. We’d been working together for a few months, building her portfolio, adjusting to each other’s habits and eccentricities, and doing our best to avoid the obvious physical attractions two unattached people tend to suffer when one is a gorgeous model, and the other a highly discriminating photographer whose romantic attentions tend to gravitate towards willowy goddesses of Amanda’s caliber. ...

Good Things Come by Godless One Good Things Come by Godless One E-mail - [email protected] A knock came upon the polished door of the apartment, echoing softly throughout the interior. Punctual, thought the young man within, standing near the small bar that lay between the kitchen and living room with a drink in hand. A sip was taken before he decided to answer the door, giving the caller a chance to wait a moment, adding perhaps to whatever suspense might be on the person’s mind. He didn’t delude himself into thinking that this sort of person would be breaking into a sweat, shivering and worrying and wondering what might be in store for them. It was the nature of their occupation that they be smooth as silk and strong as steel. In any case, his steps upon the carpet were near silent as he stepped towards the door, turning the latch-like handle and opening it. ...

My story isn’t that uncommon, its not even that original, and I believe that my interests have been explored by others in countless different ways, so this tale that I bring to you probably won’t change the way you see things. I will not pretend to inform you of something inspiring and revealing. I simply have a selfish fantasy. Me, me, me, ah me. I think about my fantasy when alone, after browsing the Internet for a time. The idea occurred to me that mummification wasn’t all that I wanted- it didn’t fit me exactly. I liked the helplessness of mummification, but not the way that it was done. I liked the saran wrap, but not the classical position of the mummy. I wanted to be bound in a manner that I have seen seldom if at all, and I wondered why, then I realized the answer was pretty simple: the method was impractical. If I were to bind a person to immobilize them, it would be more effective if I bound them to some other rigid structure, or to bind them to themselves- say legs together, arms to arms, and so forth. To open up the body while making it rigid is an inefficient exercise of energy. Mummification is a very efficient means of immobilization. I believe that it is not very comfortable however, especially when I am aroused. Circulation is cut off to my arms, and they fall asleep, and having my legs together while having an erection, well, that is almost painful. No, I would much rather be spread-eagle when wrapped up. ...

continued from part one Part 2: New Life With no light it was hard to tell how long I had been in my new resting place, and it was hard to know if there was anyone around to free me. But this was bound to end sometime and I just could not know when. That would spoil the fantasy. I wanted to have no power, and be treated as a thing, and no doubts about it, I got it. I have the fantasy. At the moment I was a thing. Couldn’t move, speak or fart. I felt like a burrito, full of energy, waiting to be released. Oh, I am bored, waiting, waiting, the things the mind goes thru, burritos indeed! Come to think of it, I am hungry. I could use a good meal. Now I want out! Gees! I can’t make a sound. I have to wait. Maybe I should pray. Maybe I should get religious? Oh dear, the thoughts that cross my mind! ...

Keiko is a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman. She stands 5 feet two inches and weighs 115 lbs soaking wet. Her breasts are large and very firm. Keiko’s long black hair falls down to her slim waist. Athletic looking legs and slim ankles are one of Keiko’s features that I find most attractive. Dark eyes, full lips and fair skin are a turn on. It doesn’t hurt that Keiko absolutely loves to be tied up. The tighter and more restrictive, the better as far as she is concerned. She is not really happy unless she is bound up like a Christmas turkey and severely gagged. One time she asked to be tied to a chair for the entire weekend and I was only too happy to oblige. She murmured through her gag and fought her ropes from Friday evening to early Monday morning. I could see that she was having multiple orgasms from pressing against her crotch rope. Friday night, all day Saturday, Saturday night and then again all day Sunday, Sunday night again and finally freedom Monday morning before I left for work. I did un-gag her for a few brief moments to give her nourishment through out her ordeal but she absolutely refused to be untied. But that is a story for another day. ...

WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. Linda’s Revenge by Subgamble F/mf; kidnap; captives; cell; dungeon; torture; electro; bdsm; crop; stock; prepare; depilation; wrap; encase; entombed; revenge; cons/nc; XXX Authors note: This is not for the squeamish it involves permanent entombment. Linda is a 36 year old tall statuesque woman. She has natural blond hair and blue eyes. She stands a little for 6 feet tall. Her figure is a perfect 36-24-32. She is very athletic and is very strong for a woman. In fact she is stronger than a great many men. She has long legs with calf muscles that men love to eye. For the past 8 years Linda has been married to Ted. Ted is 40 and a computer programming engineer. It is necessary for Ted to travel out of town several times a year. ...

Power Over Men by Nickerlas Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow I first wrote this story almost a decade ago and it acquired something of a cult following in S&M circles for a while, particularly among women. I even heard that a back-street workshop in Manchester was making saddle-stools! Power Over Men by Nickerlas 1 Marble Holiday clothes for a fortnight, typewriter, paper, sketchbook, walking boots, half the contents of the local Library – it all went into the back of the Traveller along with the jack, spare tyre, toolkit and starting handle. I closed the rear doors with a cheerful air of achievement. The old car started reliably first go, so I jammed on a pair of sunglasses, chucked my leather jacket into the back seat and let in the clutch. The car is important to this story, so I’d better describe it. I once saw a clip of Dame Edna Everidge walking round Stratford-upon-Avon admiring the half-timbered buildings, when a Morris Traveller pulled out of a side street. “Oh look, there’s a half-timbered car!” she chirruped. It was one of those, the ash-framed van version of the post-war Morris 1000. Mine was originally built in 1967 so was already an old lady when I bought her. Owners call them moggy or woody but I called mine Bertha and loved her dearly. ...

It was a beautiful dream, and she was loath to leave it. In her dream, Rosa knelt on a cold stone floor. Her captor had stripped her clothing from her, and a cool breeze caused her nude form to shiver slightly. Nor was it simply the cold that caused her tremors as she watched her captor approach her. Not a word was said as her captor stopped before her, his hands busy at his waist. Her eyes widened as his erection emerged, hard and throbbing. Now his hands cupped her head, drawing her toward him, forcing himself into her mouth. For a second, she considered biting down, but knew that would only make things worse. Obediently, she began to suck and lick on the hardness that invaded her mouth. In her sleep, Rosa moaned softly. To be forced, the very idea was repugnant to her. But to give up all control, to be helpless at the hands of another, this was her secret fantasy, the dark secret she had dared share with only one. And so Rosa slept, dreaming her sweet dream, little guessing what her awakening would bring her. ...

A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre. Chapter 1. In which the prisoners welcome is not as welcome as he hoped . It was dark very early tonight and I drove slowly through the Gateway and turned into the narrow track beside the stream. It all seemed very familiar and I realised just how accurate and detailed were the instructions I had been sent to allow me to find the Rubber Bondage Centre. I drove across the grass and parked my car beside a hedge. I got out and picked up my holdall from the back seat and locked the car door. It was with a feeling of anticipation but tinged with apprehension as I made my way towards a low building. As I approached a floodlight came on dispersing the darkness and I could see a figure dressed in Black Shiny Rubber standing outside the building. ...

A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre. Chapter 4. In which the prisoner learns the meaning of true obedience. “I don’t know whether to be angry or pleased with you 8-18. I am angry because you have disobeyed a direct order from Me your Rubber Mistress, but at the same time I am pleased you want to be punished; and punished you will be. I was fully aware that you would be unable to prepare any food for yourself once you had fastened the manacles on your wrists, because part of your training involved force feeding and I wanted to be sure that you were very hungry and thirsty. However your training will now be postponed until you have received some more punishment. We shall shortly take what will be for you a fairly short walk to my Dungeon where you will become acquainted with Pandora’s dilemma device the outcome of which will be very painful. I think we can spend the rest of the day gainfully employed in My Dungeon. Yes I think that in addition to your punishment we can make a start on your training programme and combine the two. By the time I have finished you will be more than ready for bed, assuming I allow you to sleep in a bed tonight.” ...

A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre. Chapter 7. The prisoners Punishment is over, or is it. But cope I would have to because I was sure there would be no possibility of being released until Mistress decided I had suffered enough, and so far nothing she had done to me had been relaxed in any way. I felt I should be grateful that my breathing was not restricted and she had fitted a drain to me, but that was a minor relaxation in the overall severity of this punishment Rubber Bondage. I had made the journey here to indulge my fetish in Rubber Bondage but never did I imagine it would be as severe as this. I should have realised when she saw the PVC suit I was wearing that everything was done very seriously here, but I was totally unprepared for what had happened so far and I could only vaguely imagine what the rest of my time here was going to be like. ...

A visit by a very unfortunate rubber bondage prisoner to the Rubber Bondage Centre at Fantasy Acre. Chapter 9. The way his Rubber Mistress plays ‘Hide and Seek’ is not the way children play it. “I hide you away somewhere and my Assistant has to find you. However there is as always a sting in the tail of my little games. Every five minutes she has to spend trying to find you will earn you ten minutes of punishment. The time starts from when she begins looking for you until she has you back in the Dungeon. By the time she starts looking for you it will be quite dark and she will have to use a flashlight, which will be quite time consuming. It could take her at least an hour to find and get you back to the dungeon. My property is spread over five acres, which includes a field behind the house. Even the garden is about an acre. The weather forecast is for heavy rain tonight so you will be hidden outside. She will of course start her search inside in the dry and outside is the last place she looks. If she has to go up into the field in the rain looking for you then perhaps she will double your Punishment.” ...

Mitch eyed the crumpled note in his sweaty paw. The hastily scrawled note gave him directions to the store he’d run across on the Internet. He turned left at the next intersection, and drove his beaten pickup through the warehouse district. Pulling into the gravel lot at the specified address, he thought he might have gotten the directions wrong. Nothing about the building showed it to be anything other than one of many disused warehouses stretching through this part of town. Clambering out of his truck onto the gravel, he cautiously approached the door. A small brass plaque on the faded door was the only indication that his quest had come to a fruitful end. “Dyna Operations Living Latex” it proclaimed. ...

Mitch eyed the crumpled note in his sweaty paw. The hastily scrawled note gave him directions to the store he’d run across on the Internet. He turned left at the next intersection, and drove his beaten pickup through the warehouse district. Pulling into the gravel lot at the specified address, he thought he might have gotten the directions wrong. Nothing about the building showed it to be anything other than one of many disused warehouses stretching through this part of town. Clambering out of his truck onto the gravel, he cautiously approached the door. A small brass plaque on the faded door was the only indication that his quest had come to a fruitful end. “Dyna Operations Living Latex” it proclaimed. ...

Mitch eyed the crumpled note in his sweaty paw. The hastily scrawled note gave him directions to the store he’d run across on the Internet. He turned left at the next intersection, and drove his beaten pickup through the warehouse district. Pulling into the gravel lot at the specified address, he thought he might have gotten the directions wrong. Nothing about the building showed it to be anything other than one of many disused warehouses stretching through this part of town. Clambering out of his truck onto the gravel, he cautiously approached the door. A small brass plaque on the faded door was the only indication that his quest had come to a fruitful end. “Dyna Operations Living Latex” it proclaimed. ...

The Price of Losing by Bound Becky 2000 The Price of Losing by Bound Becky 2000 After a few days of talking it over, the 4 of us had finally agreed on the rules. We would play cards for poker chips and once you ran out of chips, you had to draw from the “fate” piles. The fate piles decided what you would wear, how you were to be tied up and also what torture you would endure. At first the torture part wasn’t included but Jenny, one of us 4 girls playing the game, talked us into allowing it saying that just being tied up would get boring. We all agreed nervously, knowing that any of us could be regretting that decision. ...

(story continues from Transvestites Bondage Punishment) Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn Transvestites Punishment Bondage - Part 5 by Marylynn I was having a miserable night trying to get some sleep while bound so securely to the bondage bed that Bob had so cleverly designed. His ingenuity to make bondage so impossible to escape from had already been demonstrated by my experiences the day before. My arms still ached from the torture of having them bound closely together in an armbinder and raised by a winch while I was forced to remain almost motionless as Katie, my wife, assaulted me with a huge dildo and at the same time Bob forced his huge cock down my mouth and throat. ...