He was on a two week holiday. He had stayed at a cheap motel just outside the city limits. When he went out to his car, he found a flyer on the window for a local brothel a few miles down the road. It was early. He had no real plans. He was a little horny, so why not, he thought to himself. It would be a good way to get the holiday going. ...

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Diane surveyed the cardboard box with glee as it sat there on the bedroom floor empty. It was about three foot cubed and sturdy construction, the kind you would get a television in. She watched eagerly as her master prepared the equipment he was going to use on her; she felt a tingle in her pussy too as he draped the zip up body bag over the side of the box as a reminder of what was to come. As he undressed her, Ian stroked every inch of her tender body, preparing her for her latest ordeal, knowing that he too was going to get such a thrill out of it. ...

Sara’s father had raised her alone since her mother died when Sara was very young. He put many years into his junkyard and wrecker business to pay for her tuition. Mostly, he wanted her to try for a “real” degree rather than art. Though, when he looked at some of her sculptures, you could really see that he was proud of how talented she had become. Sara’s dark black skin and curly brown hair made every man stare when she worked up a sweat. A young 34C-28-32 frame dressed only in a jumpsuit will get anyone’s attention when she is straddling a big block Chevy. Those young 20 year old curves dripping with sweat and grease from stripping the engine. Her dedication to her father and his business afforded Sara few chances for a relationship. She didn’t mind, she had other ways of letting her hair down. ...

(story continues from Damsel in Distress 2) Part Five In spite of numerous golden opportunities, and dozens of outrageous propositions from both male a female guests, Annette had yet to participate in an actual scene while B/D partying at the house. The temptation to let go to what she knew would be as safe a situation as any she could imagine haunted the 39 year old ex model day and night, engendering a dilemma so far removed from the realms of her outgrown experience it literally cried out for an uncommon hero to rescue her from her overly cautious and underdeveloped proclivities. As sure as Annette was about the fail-safe aspect of what her newfound friends proposed, there still remained a modicum of uneasiness with which to wrestle before plunging headlong into her first scene at the house. Being the psychically oriented damsel she was, Annette opted to wait on a green light from her intuition before making a move she’d already decided would be the deep end of the kinkiest pool into which she’d ever considered diving. ...

Victoria was not sure what to expect when Matt asked to join him at a fetish party. She knew that he had some definite kinks; it was one of the things that attracted her to him. They had met a few months ago at a party held by a mutual friend. She had found him witty, charming and very good company. Although she would not call herself promiscuous, she had found herself leaving her telephone number on his bedside table the following morning, still smiling over the antics of the night before. ...

Victoria was not sure what to expect when Matt asked to join him at a fetish party. She knew that he had some definite kinks; it was one of the things that attracted her to him. They had met a few months ago at a party held by a mutual friend. She had found him witty, charming and very good company. Although she would not call herself promiscuous, she had found herself leaving her telephone number on his bedside table the following morning, still smiling over the antics of the night before. ...

Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Huh? It was dark. I couldn’t seem to get comfortable… I opened my eyes, but I closed them again quickly, because there was some raggedy cloth in front of them. I tried to move it away, but my hand didn’t work. Why was my arm stuck? Hey, my other arm was stuck too! They were stuck above my head somehow! And what was that tugging on my wrists? Suddenly I could feel it on my ankles too, and I realized that I couldn’t move my legs, either! ...

Mistress Beverly’s New Sub by Jan Jackie’s Surprise by Boundfellow Readers: If you havn’t read part one please find it here. Mistress Beverly’s new Sub-Prt. 2 The week had drug by so slowly. Monica had thought about her meeting with Mistress Beverly. The whipping she had received had been most severe, and Monica kept telling herself that she would never experience anything like that again, but her thoughts kept going to the note Mistress Beverly had given her. “Slave. You will not remove your collar. It is to remind you of tonight. You will be standing naked on my step next Friday at 9:00. signed–Your Mistress.” ...

True - Real Life - My “Thing” I have been hooked on Self Bondage from my early teens. To this day I have never shared my fantasies with anyone. I am a single thirty-two years old female with a catalogue of bad relationships behind me. Through out the years my self-bondage activities have been a constant source of stress relief and fulfilment for me. I have always been careful when planning a scene for myself but despite this have had some scary moments. I have found methods of self-inflecting forced orgasms, Climax delay and frustration, which has lasted up to 48 hours. One method I use a lot in public goes as follows. I start the day before by skipping lunch and supper. I drink only high-energy drinks and lots of water. Early next morning I empty my bowels and about two hours later have an enema to flush out as much material as possible. An hour later I use the bathroom again and then am ready to go. The equipment I use is very basic. Butt plug, 3 feet of heavy chain, 6 inches of light chain, padlocks and a pair of tight Levi jeans. I lube the plug fully and also squeeze some into my butt hole as the plug is going to inside me for some time. I put on my jeans; this takes a while, as they are so tight. I have to use a wire coat hanger through the zip to pull it up and also use a hanger through the button hole to help close it. Many times I have almost given up in exhaustion trying to get the button closed. The feeling of the plug and the tight jeans almost make me cum every time. ...

My Thing 2 by Ann Johnson My Thing 2 by Ann Johnson This is my second submission to Gromets page outline my self bondage scenario and methods I use to humiliate, torture and fulfil my weird inner stirrings. It felt strange to see my words and thoughts on the web for all to see then my first submission was posted. Nobody knows about my self-bondage fetish and it is something I would find very hard to divulge to anyone. ...

Perfume by RubberWolf Perfume by RubberWolf Foreword Firstly, the usual copyright applies to this document. Secondly, this story contains adult material and should only be read by people of an appropriate age. I.E. adults. Thirdly, although a work of fiction, the effect of ultrasound upon the human body, at a given frequency, are documented facts. That is to say that, when the human body is immersed in a field of sound waves, of a given frequency, all of the internal organs will vibrate. Unless the unfortunate person is removed, the effects can prove fatal. I have no idea what effect ultrasound would have on human tissue when used locally, as depicted in this story. I suspect however, that sever damage would result on a cellular level. So before you start cannibalising that ultrasonic tooth brush that aunt Petunia brought for you last Xmas, which you have never gotten on with, allow me to give you a word of warning. Don’t try this at home. After all, it’s just a story and there are limits to the research that authors should not be expected to conduct in the name of accuracy. So don’t say you were not warned. Enjoy. ...

Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage by Hagster Sammy Joe’s Barnyard Self-Bondage Chapter Twenty-Four Two Friends Bonding Hello, again, Sammy Joe here. It’s been a while since I had begun my session of self-bondage-turned bondage and domination with my two closest friends. If you have been reading this little story of mine, you might be now realize just how close Kristen and I have become. Sure, she was always a close friend, but only now do I more fully understand her. ...

I am here due to a freak accident and my own desire for bondage and stimulation. Let me tell you how I came to be here… My name is Jerry and I used to work in a Government Lab as a technician with 2 renowned scientists, Dr. Lancaster and Dr. Stone. The object was to create a chamber in which an astronaut could be placed to survive the long times involved in travel to other planets, such as a mission to Mars. The times involved would require too much bulk in the way of supplies of food and equipment to keep one sane for the long times required to make the journey. ...

The Long Wait For The Keys. by Lord Zhamet The Long Wait For The Keys by Lord Zhamet First let me introduce my self. I’m a 30-year-old bi-sexual male from Sweden with a long interest in Self-Bondage and latex. In the BDSM community I classify myself as a Switch. This is my first attempt on writing a story, so please don’t be too hard in your judgment. Any comments can be sent to [email protected] ...

Foreword: Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy. Rubberwolf. Part One At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief. ...

Foreword: Surprisingly, this has evolved in to a consensual story. Initially, I had considered the tried and tested, non consensual, automatic packaging theme. Perhaps I will still write a story along those lines. Although this is slightly out of character, I think it works well and there is still an element of reluctance. Anyway, enjoy. Rubberwolf. Part One At nineteen, most girls of Nicole’s age would have been horrified by having to work in a rubber doll factory. Unlike most girls however, Nicole was not bothered at all by the products that her company sold. It certainly gave her something to talk about at parties. The looks of shock and disbelief that come over people’s faces. It is not so much what she does at the factory. After all, an accounts assistant is hardly scandalous. But as soon as she mentions that she works for “Rubberdoll’s”, the look of boredom that typically glazes peoples faces at the mention of accounts, suddenly transforms in to one of astonishment and disbelief. ...

Now if you’re read any of these stories so far, you’ll already know that both Angel and David enjoy not only doing the tying but being the tied. Doesn’t matter to them which end they take, as long as there is some sort of restraint and/or bondage involved. Angel and David had been seeing each other for quite awhile, and decided they needed a weekend away from their jobs to de-stress and relax and just plain enjoy each other. So they both called in sick on Friday (shame on them…such bad employees…*wink*) and took the weekend to ‘recover’ from their alleged illnesses. They packed their bags and drove out to a little country bed and breakfast, and as Angel checked the clock in the van it was just passing 4 hours from the time they started out. ...

The sound woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from another uncomfortable night. Of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains which held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago. ...

It all started when my friend took me out to his private ranch, out in the hills away from the City. All that open country with trees and even a small creek running through it made it look like heaven to a city girl like me. Even better, he didn’t live there, but had plans to build a house on the property some day. I saw a chance to have a private place where I could escape to indulge in my fantasies, so I didn’t hesitate to ask him for a key to the gate. He gave it to me, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, but I was glad to get it. ...

In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Ian led his slave girl into the bedroom blindfolded. She wondered what delights her master had for her tonight. She had heard him preparing things earlier and it excited her not knowing what was coming. The thrill of seeing all the equipment laid out on the bed really made the hairs on her neck stand on edge. As he removed the blindfold, she cast her eyes over the scene quickly. Her mind began to race as she noticed many of the items already used in previous plays. However she noticed one item that hadn’t been used before. She wondered where she had seen it before; it looked familiar but yet she couldn’t place its use in the house. Then she suddenly realised; it was the large zipped plastic bedding bag used to store the spare blankets in the attic. Roughly about four foot long, a couple of feet wide and about ten to twelve inches deep. It had a large zip running around its middle and was edged in white piping all round. Normally its contents would be the spare duvet and other bedding, but it lay there empty now. Diane’s body shivered as she realised she was about to become the bedding. ...